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Chapter 677 The Cold-hearted Master vs The Rootless Little Waste 50



Chapter 677 The Cold-hearted Master vs The Rootless Little Waste 50

"Han Damu, are you alright?"

Liu Yan looked anxiously at Han Yu who was standing in front of her, she never thought that he would save her in the nick of time!

Han Yu held onto the ground with his sword, barely standing.

Blood kept slipping from the arm, dripping onto the sword, stained with scarlet blood.

He took a deep breath, looked up at Liu Yan, and said in the same indifferent tone, "It's okay."

Seeing that his face was so pale, and his arm was bleeding continuously, Liu Yan knew that he would be fine.

Cultivators like them have tempered their bodies, so they won't be injured easily, let alone bleeding.

Moreover, Han Yu is a sword cultivator, and his tempering of the body is a bit better than other cultivators. It can make his arm bleed, which shows how powerful the blow he blocked for her just now is.

The person who spoke was from the Qingcang sect, and he looked at Liu Yan with evil thoughts in his eyes, and he had the audacity to make up her mind.

Liu Yan squinted her almond eyes, and murderous intent appeared in her eyes. It has been many years, and no one dared to look at her like this.

"court death!"

She raised her head, glared angrily at the dozen or so cultivators who surrounded them, and said in a sharp voice: "So many people besieged the two of us, you don't feel ashamed! Qingcang Sect, Lingshan Sect, ha, and Shendao Door, tsk tsk... I'm curious now, who gave you the courage to openly start a war against Nanshan Sword Sect and Luoye Hengshan? Aren't you afraid of being settled by our two factions?"

"If you kill both of you, no one will know about it!"

"Or kill Han Yu first, as for you... Senior Sister Liu, you can still have fun and see if you want to kill it or not!"

While talking, he violently pulled the whip towards him, as if he wanted to pull Liu Yan into his arms directly.

Liu Yan didn't have time to let go, and seeing that he was about to succeed, Han Yu came over in time, grabbed the whip in her hand, and said anxiously: "Let go!"

She reacted suddenly and let go, Han Yu also let go, the man staggered back a step due to inertia, the whip had already reached his hand, Liu Yan was still in place.

The long whip in her hand swung directly towards this man's face, with a fierce offensive, without any mercy.

But for some reason, the power of the whip weakened in the middle of it, and in the end it was easily grabbed by that person whose cultivation base was completely inferior to hers.

"Heh, Senior Sister Liu, I tried a few times just now, don't you give up? Now you and this surnamed Han can't hurt us in the slightest. You are like fish on the chopping board now, you can only let us Slaughter!"

This kind of thing, if it is usual, is simply impossible to happen!

She is the apprentice of the head of Luoye Hengshan, and Han Yu is the apprentice of the head of the Nanshan Sword Sect. To besiege them like this is to openly oppose the two sects. What gave these people the courage to dare to do this!

Han Yu stood in front of her directly, said "be careful", then raised the sword in his hand, and began to block the attack from the other side.

"Hmph! The surname is Han, you are just at the end of your battle now, and you still dare to stand up for her, then we will kill you first!"

Liu Yan's face became ugly, she didn't know what was wrong, her and Han Yu's cultivation seemed to be suppressed by something, even the magic weapon couldn't be driven.

And the people from these small sects on the opposite side actually seized this opportunity and came to besiege them.

"Han Yu! Han Yu! Are you okay?"

Han Yu's body was covered with wounds, blood even seeped into the Taoist robe on his body, his consciousness was already a little unclear, but he still held his long sword in his hand, and blocked Liu Yan with difficulty.

Liu Yan's beautiful eyes were already red at the moment, and there were still tears rolling in them. Looking at such coldness, she was both worried and uncomfortable.

Liu Yan looked at his broad shoulders, seeing him standing in front of her without hesitation, and suddenly felt an indescribable throbbing in her heart.

But she didn't have time to think about it at this time, the attack on the other side had already begun.

The difference between someone with a cultivation base and someone without a cultivation base is really too big. Even if Han Yu's swordsmanship is good, he can't resist the joint attack of several people on the opposite side, and there are various magical weapons in turn.

She looked at the person opposite with disgust on her face, but she thought in her heart that if they really did something wrong in a while, she would explode Nascent Soul and die with them.

Just when those people stepped forward and were about to pull her away from Han Yu's side, they suddenly heard a cold and indifferent voice from behind.

"Stop, don't touch Senior Sister Liu with your dirty hands!"

"Senior Sister Liu, don't worry about this Han surname, we will love you well in a while, and you will forget about him right away!"

"Go away, you dirty and useless things who know how to take advantage of others!"

Liu Yan took a step forward, reaching out to support Han Yu, the man who was unconscious and still standing in front of her.

Along with that voice, there was a strong wind that rolled over and overturned those people in an instant.

"Junior Brother Lu!"

Looking at Lu Sheng who appeared suddenly, Liu Yan finally let go of her heart that had been hanging around for a while.

A handsome young man in a white robe suddenly appeared in front of them like a god, holding a black and strange looking beast in his arms.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the furry head of the pet in his arms. His cold eyes looked around the faces of everyone, and finally fell on the face of one of the cultivators, with a sardonic smile on his lips.


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