Chapter 387: Wupin Wanjian

In fact, nothing compares to Qin Han, Hua Yu Ye, and Hua Xianer.
The magic weapon of Qin Han and others came from the colorful fairy house.
Swordsmanship originates from the fairy world.
Because the level of practice is extremely high, how can they be compared with each other.
That is.
Don't look at them, they're just late in the real world.
Strength, but can absolutely crush the half step to ask the master monk.
If so, the three of Huayu Ye joined hands to perform the Qiankun Sword Formation.
What does He Qilong's garbage sword technique count?
Huh!
The golden dragon flashed.
Mars splattered, and He Qilong's artifacts were all over the gap.
The sword technique was defeated, and the violent sword gas shocked him all out instantly.
"Oh ... you're nothing more than that, and you dare not say anything in front of Lao Tzu!"
Qin Han shook him back with a sword, and sneered at him.
"This ... this is impossible, what swordsmanship do you make."
He Qilong looked at the gaps in his spirit and could not accept the result.
"Why, might the power be okay, or I'll teach you how?"
Qin Han's face suddenly appeared a playful look.
He Qilong is not a fool, how can he not hear the meaning of the joke in his words.
Furious, his heart swelled with blood, his face flushed.
But he looked at Qin Han's gaze and flashed a killing moment.
A moment.
He raised his hand and quickly patted at the waist storage bag.
Immediately after that, a thousand sword charms were sacrificed.
The golden light flashed across the sky, and turned into a heavenly sword rain swept past Qin Han.
This scene caused Qin Han's pupils to shrink sharply.
Huayu Ye beside her waited for her, and she was all shaken.
"Haha, let me die!"
Watching the reactions of several people, He Qilong couldn't help laughing wildly.
This is a five-strike sword rune. Its power is comparable to the power of the mid-term master monk's full blow.
In his opinion, there were only four people in the later stage of Zhenyuan Realm, even though they were a little stronger, but they were just the beginners of Zhenyuan Realm.
Facing Wu Pin Wan Jian Fu, are you still dead?
This is a big price, it was bought in Qianjige.
"Hum, boy, you're too young for us, hey ... Qiankun swordsmanship, get up!"
Qin Han, Huayu Ye and Huaxianer stared at each other, followed by a loud scream. The three men simultaneously sacrificed swords and woven a sword net in the air to resist the power of Wan Jianfu.
The horrible and vast power blooms in the night sky, forming a golden light that tears the night sky, as if it were rising in the east.
"This, this is impossible ..."
He Qilong was stunned by this scene instantly.
Real Yuanjin, who is an introductory cultivator, can actually withstand mid-term attacks?
He couldn't accept it.
"Asshole, you can die."
Just as he was distracted, a ghost-like voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
The evil purple smoke shows the footsteps of ghost fans, quietly appears behind him, and a gray lotus sings out.
The gray lotus blossomed quickly in the air, and then turned into 108 gray sword qi, blasting towards He Qilong.
That moment.
The air temperature dropped suddenly.
He Qilong's faint consciousness witnessed the scene behind him, scared to death.
Hurrying forward and flew out.
However, this is the moment.
Qin Han suddenly raised a sword and volleyed out.
hiss!
The air, at that moment, seemed to be torn apart.
The epee in his hand was full of dark gold, and wherever he went, darkness rolled.