The sound of breaking air is dull.
Tong Baiye’s face instantly changed in shock.
On the returning golden bead, she felt enough power to threaten her life.
Naturally, Han Zendao also sensed this.
With a movement of his body, he arrived in front of Tong Baiye in an extremely floating manner. He stopped his right hand in a void, but he did not dare to take it hard, but kept defusing it with his soft strength, and that was how he still managed to squeeze the golden pearl in his hand only after he had retreated a metre backwards.
“Good tactics.”
Qin Hai applauded and rose, “I admire you.”
“Your Excellency is not bad either.” Han Zendao’s face was more than a little stony as he said, “I wonder what your name is, sir?”
“No name, no surname.”
Qin Hai said indifferently.
Han Zendao frowned slightly and said, “Is Mr. Nameless coming here this time just to stall for time?”
Qin Dahai laughed lightly and said, “Why do you say that? It’s just a chat.”
From that one sentence.
Han Zendao and Tong Baiye could already ascertain that this masked man in front of them appeared here at this moment, blocking the way, simply because he wanted to obstruct the meeting with the Nine Mysteries.
They had thought it was a junior who could be dispatched at will.
But never did they expect that the person coming was unfathomable.
It wasn’t that they hadn’t noticed that the aura was strong before, it wasn’t that they had poor perception, but that they weren’t qualified to know the true depth of Qin Hai.
The atmosphere chilled down in a moment’s time.
Tong Baiye also put away her fairy mentality as she said in a deep voice, “Is your Excellency trying to make an enemy of my Kunlun?”
“In that case, it’s time to settle the score for your sneak attack on me just now.” Qin Hai snorted a laugh.
Then, with a shake of his hand, a thick and heavy broken blade appeared in his hand.
“A sword with a broken blade?”
Both of them were startled in their hearts.
Broken Blade was a swordsman who always kept his sword in his hand, so how could his sword be in someone else’s hands? Could it be that Broken Blade had been killed?
But soon they dismissed this information.
After all, apart from God, only Nangong Helian had this ability, and besides, if Nangong Helian wanted to kill Broken Blade, he would have to pay a heavy price.
But why would this man be holding Broken Blade’s blade?
“Who the hell are you!” Tong Baiye barked out a question.
There was an unsettling feeling in her heart.
Qin Hai did not reply, holding his sword, the broken blade in his hand, constantly trembling.
In the past three years, Broken Blade had been preoccupied with the heirloom seal, and this broken blade had been much neglected. Now that it was visible again in Qin Hai’s hands against the enemy in blood, he was naturally excited.
His aura was like a wave in action, one higher than the other.
As Qin Hai’s blade came, he moved his feet lightly and then staggered his hands to attack Qin Hai’s chest.
Buzz!
The broken blade shook.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of blades continued to fill the air, and Han Zendao dared not be careless, and began to dodge the blades while hastily closing his hand.
The old man may not look old, but his movements are extremely fluid, like a white crane weaving through the clouds, his stance is indeed much stronger than that of Chen Long.
“Humph!”
A soft grunt.
Qin Hai Hai’s cuffs swung one after another.
The surrounding area was like mud, and the qi that Han Zendao had pointed out earlier was dissipated without a trace. On the contrary, when he stopped attacking, his whole body seemed to be caught in a mud puddle, and his movement was hindered.
Tong Baiye is also a demigod.
Naturally, he could see Han Zendao’s situation at this moment.
His heart was shocked at the strong strength of this mysterious masked man, but he did not dare to keep watching the show, curling his fingers and flicking out four or five golden beads, cutting out a golden light and attacking Qin Hai’s back.
Of course Qin Dahai had a defence against this stinking B*tch.
He was used to attacking from behind when it was inconvenient.
He had already suffered once, so naturally he could not suffer a second time. He only shook his body, and his true qi instantly broke through his body, forming an invisible wall of qi.
“Eh?”
Tong Baiye was surprised.
The force of her own strike just now was quite clear to her.
She just didn’t expect it to be bounced back so quickly.
And seeing that the force was even comparable to the previous one, she hurriedly left her spot, and then only heard a rumbling sound coming from the wall behind where she was just now, just like a cannonball hit, and a crack spread out like a spider web.
“So strong!”
Tong Baiye’s heart sank again.
This hand alone.
She was certain that this person was much stronger than her own senior brother.
Thinking about it.
A cold light flashed across her eyes.
This person was an enemy of Kunlun, and would certainly be a great enemy of senior brother’s life and death in the future, so she needed to get rid of him as soon as possible to eliminate future problems.
The idea was a good one.
But with her and Han Zendao, that would be a bit whimsical.
Qin Dahai naturally sensed this B*tch’s thoughts, and with a cold laugh, the broken sword in his hand erupted with a powerful force like a titanic mountain pressing down on him, directly causing Han Zendao to cry out in pain.
Where did this freak come from?
How come his style of swordplay was so similar to that of the Broken Blade?
What the hell is he up to?
The sword is crisscrossed.
The more Qin Hai fought, the braver he became.
At this moment, Tong Baiye also took out a short sword, and with a single wave of his hand, he cut out a sword qi, and then bully his way forward, cooperating with Han Zendao in a back-and-forth attack.
Facing two Demigods.
Qin Hai was at ease, and there was no sign of worry in his eyes.
Han Zendao sensed this.
He was even more convinced that his opponent was stalling for time.
And what made him not dare to be careless was that the mysterious masked man in front of him was still relaxed, indicating that he hadn’t brought out his full strength at all, and possibly not even half of his fighting strength, which made him feel in big trouble.
It was also while the three of them were fighting in this Ancient Mystic Residence.
The two demigods of the Nine Mysteries had also prepared to leave for their intended location and return to meet the duo from Kunlun.
“When you arrive, do everything I tell you.” Luo Yun instructed the red-tempered Jiang Hu beside him as best he could, saying, “Don’t be impulsive when you shouldn’t be, Han Zendao is also an old fox, so don’t let him see the cracks.”
“Don’t worry.”
Jiang Hu was a little impatient though.
But he also knew that he was no match for Luo Yun in the matter of collusion, and with the opportunity to become a god in front of him, he didn’t dare to do anything reckless.
Seeing Jiang Hu like this, Luo Yun finally felt slightly relieved, and then looked at his right-hand man at the side and said, “Continue to keep an eye on Bai Jie’s news for me, do you hear me?”
“Understood.”
This powerful man nodded his head.
And that was when.
This right-hand man’s phone suddenly rang, and his face changed when he picked up, and after confirming the message once more, he quickly hung up and said, “The whereabouts of the White Jedi and Lord Broken Blade have been discovered.”
“What?”
Jiang Hu immediately breathed heavily and said, “Where is it!”
The man under his command gave an address, and Jiang Hu looked at Luo Yun.
A gloomy chill flashed across Luo Yun’s eyes.
How did he appear at this point?
