Chapter 595 The stunned Wind and Thunder Sword Emperor!
"Fellow Daoist Han, you really raised a filial son." Ye Junlin said jokingly.
Hearing the sarcasm in this, Han Qiujian's face was particularly ugly, "I've made a fool of myself by letting Ye Xianzhu see the joke. Han admits that I didn't teach my son well. I will discipline him strictly in the future. As for the Tengu clan, my Han family will never touch a hair again! I, Han, will do what I say!"
The Tengu clan has the support of that person, and they are already in the wrong, so the best result is to take the initiative to make concessions.
"Dad! Why should we admit our mistakes?! I think this surnamed Ye just wants to eat alone!" Han Xing's head was hot, and his anger took over his reason, and he roared hysterically.
He has relied on his father for a long time and has always been domineering. Even if he faces a fairy master-level figure, as long as his father is there, he dares to shout, regardless of the consequences.
Because in his mind, his father always takes care of everything!
"How dare you!"
Ye Junlin looked unhappy, and he put his two fingers together and slashed in the air.
Swish!
Han Xing's whole arm flew up, blood gushed out, and Han Xing covered the cut end of his arm with a face full of pain, raised his head and screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Xing'er!"
Han Qiujian was shocked and angry, Ye Junlin's move was too fast, and Han Xing almost couldn't stop him in time.
Han Xing quickly immersed himself in his mind to check, and found that the wound was eroded by the horrible sword intent, which even Han Xing couldn't resolve.
In this case, Han Xing's son can only lose an arm forever, and become a disabled person with a broken arm!
"Dad, Han Xing cut off one of my hands, you help me to avenge, avenge..." Han Xing covered the bloody cut end of his arm and wailed.
Looking at Ye Junlin's eyes, fear was mixed with strong hatred!
Everyone was frightened by this sudden scene.
The atmosphere was very depressing and tense.
In the night sky, the bright moon quietly turned a layer of scarlet, and suddenly there was a strong wind between heaven and earth, and the wind and sand filled the sky.
Han Qiujian's eyes were bloodshot, his hair was flying, staring at Ye Junlin in front of him, gritting his teeth and saying:
"Master Ye, my son was wrong first, but don't you think you were too harsh?"
Ye Junlin flicked his fingers and sneered: "Who am I? How dare your son slander me? Otherwise, for your sake, your son's head and body would have been separated long ago, not just a broken arm! Understand?"
Han Qiujian's forehead was full of blue veins, and he said coldly: "Master Ye is right, Han should thank you for your kindness!"
Ye Junlin waved his hand indifferently as if he didn't understand what he was saying, "No need to thank me, it's just a matter of convenience."
Boom!
Instantly, a sharp and terrifying sword force rushed straight into the sky, and the vast sky seemed to have a big hole, presenting a terrifying scene of endless airflow rolling back.
Everyone felt their bodies sink, and the blood in their bodies seemed to freeze into ice, freezing into their bones, and their faces were filled with fear.
Han Qiujian's eyes were as cold as ice for thousands of years, and a three-foot-long, blue and green fairy sword appeared in his hand. The blade had infinite sword energy boiling, twisting the void along the way.
"Oh? What does Fellow Daoist Han mean? Do you want to compete with me?" Ye Junlin smiled playfully.
Han Qiujian's eyes were full of divine light, and he said coldly: "Master Ye, my son's arm was cut off by you. As a father, if I do nothing, it would be a coward!"
Ye Junlin nodded, "I understand."
As he spoke, Han Qiujian's sword power had already reached its peak, and the long sword in his hand began to turn, and the sword body burst out with millions of bright thunders, making the dark night sky as bright as day.
"Run quickly, don't get sucked in!" Feeling the energy flow around them turbulent, a group of Han family cultivators were frightened and turned to flee, fearing that they would be accidentally injured.
In an instant, countless cultivators scattered like birds and beasts.
This is a duel between two super powers, one is the current famous Lord Ye Xian, and the other is the long-known Wind and Thunder Sword Emperor!
The aftermath of the battle is absolutely destructive to most cultivators.
The next second.
The majestic voice sounded like a huge bell, echoing between the vast heaven and earth.
"I have heard that Lord Ye Xian has great magical powers. Today, I take this opportunity to ask you for advice!"
"Draw your sword!"
Han Qiujian did not dare to be careless and stared at Ye Junlin's every move.
He knew that the other party was a top sword cultivator, and this was a duel between sword cultivators.
Ye Junlin wanted to use the Cangyuan Sword, but when he thought about the Cangyuan Sword with a crack, he was immediately in trouble.
In this situation, I always feel a little embarrassed to take out a flawed sword!
I can't show it to you!
As his thoughts turned, Ye Junlin made a decision.
I saw one hand behind his back, and the other hand slowly stretched out, two fingers merged into a sword, pointing to Han Qiujian in the sky.
He said seriously: "This is my sword!"
Everyone stared, almost thinking that they were dazzled.
What do you mean?
You don't even take out the sword, but just use two fingers to deal with it?
This is too perfunctory!
Han Qiujian was stunned for a full ten seconds, his facial muscles twitched, wisps of green smoke came out of his head, and an endless anger rose in his heart, which seemed to spread and burn his whole body.
Those eyes were as red as a beast's and scary!
"Master Ye, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to humiliate me?"
Han Qiujian's eyes were bloodshot, his chest was heaving violently with anger, and his sword-holding hand was shaking.
놛The majestic Feng Lei Sword Emperor, who proves the Tao with his sword, advocates that 놆breaks all laws with one sword, 놆is the most lethal among all monks.
It can be said that if Empress Qingqiu had not appeared, she would have been promoted to the position of Immortal Lord Nishizawa.
Ran.
Now I have suffered the greatest humiliation in history!
A competition between swordsmen, but the opponent didn't even draw his sword, and planned to use two fingers to deal with it!
Who can bear this? !
Ye Junlin said seriously: "Don't think too much, I just think two fingers are enough to deal with you."
"you!"
Han Qiujian was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He immediately stopped hesitating and stabbed straight with his long sword.
In an instant, a million-foot-high wind rose from the ground, billions of thunders danced like angry dragons, and the rumble of wind and thunder resounded across the vast sky.
He is worthy of being called the Wind and Thunder Sword Emperor. With his sword, wind and thunder rise, and the clouds ring out in the sky!
The old patriarchs were so frightened that their bodies shivered, and the sword light reflected in their eyes bloomed crazily.
If you can't stop this sword, we will all be wiped out!
"Master Ye Xian, can you block Han's sword with just two fingers? Don't rely on it!" Han Qiujian warned with a serious expression.
놛 didn't believe that Ye Junlin dared to pick it up with his fingers, unless he wanted to be like 놌놛's son, a disabled person with a broken arm.
The purpose of doing this is to force Ye Junlin to use his sword and fight in an upright manner!
"Haha, how will you know if you don't try?"
Ye Junlin found it a bit challenging and wanted to see where his upper limit was.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, he charged up his two fingers and thrust straight forward. The unstoppable sword intent lingered on his fingertips, tearing the void apart.
"This sword intent, could it be..." Han Qiujian noticed something and his pupils shrank.
Boom boom boom~!
A vast energy wave spread out, and the void along the way showed a fragmented scene, like broken mirrors.
The whole place was dead silent.
Everyone looked at it with disbelief on their faces.
I saw Han Qiujian's long sword being stopped, blocking its two fingers!
Ye Junlin sighed, "Hey, it's still a bit reluctant."
Just now, there was a tingling sensation in 놛's two fingers, as if 놆 was about to split.
Okay, it really blocked it!
Little did I know.
Han Qiujian, who was directly opposite him, had already stirred up a storm in his heart.
Staring at Ye Junlin's fingers, the lingering sword intent seemed as if a devout believer had seen a miracle one day, and said with a shocked face:
"This, this Dzogchen Dao Sword Intent..."