Fantasy Realization System

"Out?"

Han Jian laughed, not moved, but stared directly at Lin Xiaowu, his eyes still as enthusiastic as before. However, his attitude became much tougher, and he asked: "Would you like to form a companion with me?"

At this time, Zhou You and Su Yanfei stood in front of Lin Xiaowu. Zhou You looked at Han Jian and said coldly, "Please go out!"

"You also have something I am interested in, but my goal today is not you, get out of it."

With that said, Han Jian was about to reach out and push Zhou You away.

Zhou You's face turned cold, ready to do it at any time.

"What nonsense, don't be reasonable to such people!"

Su Yanfei really couldn't stand the attitude of Cold Sword. As soon as he raised his arm, his palm was shot out.

"I don't know good or bad!"

The breath of Han Jian's body turned, and two energies instantly blew on Zhou You and Su Yanfei, pushing them out.

"puff!"

Zhou You and Su Yanfei vomited a mouthful of blood at the same time, fell on the square and passed out directly.

"Zhou You, Yan Fei sister!"

Lin Xiaowu ran between Zhou You and Su Yanfei and checked their injuries.

The mercenaries around felt extremely horrified. Many of them could see that Zhou You and Su Yanfei were Yuan Qi masters of the Huaqi Realm, but Han Jian did not touch them, and they flew away. Get out. This kind of strength can at least be achieved by Master Yuan Qi in the early stage of Divine Martial Realm, right?

At this time, many mercenaries looked at Zhao Moli, who had a pale face. Zhao Moli was bombarded by Han Jian with the same method just now, and she was probably the only one who could understand Zhou You and Su Yanfei's situation best.

Zhao Moli looked at Han Jian in amazement, feeling more shocked than their mercenaries. It wasn't that she hadn't seen Master Yuan Qi in the Divine Martial Realm, she naturally knew what the aura of Divine Martial Realm Yuan Qi was like. If Master Yuan Qi of the Divine Martial Realm gave her the feeling of a high mountain, then Han Jian was the sky above the high mountain, boundless, and could not see the ceiling.

Zhao Moli suddenly thought of Zhou Ming again. He was comparable to Han Jian, but unfortunately, he was not present now.

In order to take care of Lin Xiaowu's face, Han Jian only used a tenth of the pressure to stun Zhou You and Su Yanfei. If he had just used all the pressure, Zhou You and Su Yanfei would probably be killed on the spot.

Han Jian walked in front of Lin Xiaowu and looked at her condescendingly, his aura soaring, and a pressure fell on Lin Xiaowu's delicate shoulders.

Lin Xiaowu couldn't bear the huge pressure, she sank, knocked her knees on the hard ground of the square, and knelt before Han Jian.

"If I don't follow, I will kill them!"

"Don't kill them!"

"As long as you let them go, I will promise you!"

...

Time goes back to now.

Seeing Lin Xiaowu's humiliation, Zhao Moli felt very uncomfortable. She wanted to rush forward and slap the cold sword severely, but she knew that it would be futile to rush forward.

The indifferent man in front of him was too powerful, and she had only felt this power in Zhou Ming.

Zhao Moli bit her lower lip tightly and looked at Lin Xiaowu, who looked sad in the square, feeling very uncomfortable.

Lin Xiaowu's palm was already pierced by her nails. She knew that Zhou You was Zhou Ming's most important person, and Su Yanfei was Zhou Ming's best friend. She couldn't let the two of them die here, even if the man in front of her wanted her to betray Zhou Ming.

"Hahaha, good."

Han Jian smiled, and as he spoke, Ling Yuan surged around his body, and Lin Xiaowu was pulled up by a force with a wave of his palm.

"Come with me!"

Han Jian glanced at Lin Xiaowu, then turned and walked towards the resident gate.

Lin Xiaowu was covered by her long hair, and no one knew what it was like in her heart at the moment. She glanced at Zhou You and Su Yanfei on the ground, then turned around and glanced at Zhao Moli, and then she wanted to take a step forward and follow Han Jian.

But at this moment, a black spot appeared on the sky outside the resident, and the black spot grew bigger and bigger, and the horrible aura swept away the clouds in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the black shadow fell into the square and stood in front of Lin Xiaowu. It was Zhou Ming who came.

Seeing Zhou Ming, Zhao Moli's depressed heart finally relaxed.

"what happened?"

When Zhou Ming saw Su Yanfei and Zhou You lying on the ground, and Lin Xiaowu who looked a little embarrassed, his heart was tight.

"Bright……"

Lin Xiaowu's eyes were red, and tears finally fell.

"Are you Zhou Ming?"

Suddenly there was a voice behind him, Zhou Ming turned his head and wanted to use his spiritual knowledge to see the cultivation of the man behind him, but unexpectedly his spiritual knowledge was bounced away by an invisible force.

This person's breath is very well hidden, even if he has been opening up his divine consciousness just now, he has not been able to see his depth.

Zhou Ming knew that this person was probably related to the current situation. After detecting that Su Yanfei and Zhou You were in no trouble, he took a deep breath, ignored the voice behind him, looked at Lin Xiaowu, and said softly: "Let me see what happened, okay? ?"

"Ok."

Lin Xiaowu nodded gently and raised her forehead.

Zhou Ming extended his index finger with his right hand and touched Lin Xiaowu's forehead, then slowly retracted.

Picture after picture kept flashing through his mind. In just a few seconds, Zhou Ming felt Lin Xiaowu's mood as if he was on the scene, and knew what had happened just now.

Looking at this scene, Han Jian couldn't help flashing a look of jealousy in his eyes. Searching for the memory of the other party using the divine sense is generally a means used by the monks against the enemy. There is also a situation where the Taoists trust each other and will share their memories with each other without reservation, or let the other party search .

Lin Xiaowu was the woman he liked, but now he was so close to other men, his heart was naturally jealous. How can such a precious innate spirit body be ruined by others? This woman, he must get it!

"It's you who hurt them?"

Zhou Ming gave Lin Xiaowu a deep look, then turned around, staring at Han Jian blankly.

Although Han Jian already knew that the young man in front of him was Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming's attitude made him a little unhappy, not to mention that he was so close to Lin Xiaowu just now.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but sneered: "It's me. Why, are you going to avenge them? Or did you want to do it against me?"

How could Zhou Ming fail to see that Han Jian was irritating him, but he didn't need Han Jian's verbal stimulation at all at this time, because the anger in his heart had already erupted like a volcano.

Zhou Ming clenched his fists, took a step forward, and the Pure Yang Demon Sha ran uncontrollably all over his body. A series of cold murderous auras continued to spread from his body. Strands of pure black aura surrounded Zhou Ming, making him as terrifying as a **** and demon in the sky.

When the people on the square saw Zhou Ming in this state, their hands and feet trembled, and the murderous aura spread. Suddenly a blood-red picture appeared in front of them, a sea of ​​corpses, blood, white bones, and a black figure slowly walking among them. .

Zhou Ming walked towards Cold Sword step by step, his steps seemed very light, but every time he fell, he stepped on the hard granite floor of the square to make spider web-like cracks. Every step he took, Zhou Ming's breath rose by a point.

At this time, the long sword behind Han Jian trembles violently, suddenly unsheathed, and a golden glow flashed out, floating in front of Han Jian.

"It turns out that you are the evil spirit."

Han Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and grasped the golden sword with his right hand.

Zhou Ming did not speak, and when he walked a foot in front of Han Jian, the ground under his feet suddenly burst.

"boom!"

Countless broken stones splashed, several cracks exploded in the surrounding area, Zhou Ming's figure flashed, and a punch hit Han Jian's lower abdomen.

The cold sword aura has always been guarding Zhou Ming, but he didn't expect his movements to be so fast. This punch surpassed the reaction limit of the human body, and even surpassed the detection of divine consciousness.

Han Jian flew backwards all over, and in the blink of an eye he flew out of the square and rushed out of the station!

Zhou Ming stepped on the void, and there was an explosion in the air, and a circle of white air exploded behind him. The whole person was like black lightning, and he immediately caught up with the cold sword, and hit it again!

Han Jian's eyes were sharp, and his body turned volley, and the sharp golden sword drew a slender golden sword energy, slashing towards Zhou Ming's chest.

The shirt on his chest was shattered, and a splash of blood, Zhou Ming did not evade, he continued to bang his fist and hit Han Jian's chest.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, Han Jian's chest and placket frayed, and his whole body flew back.

The killing intent was rolling in Han Jian's eyes. In the spirit world, he was a sword repairman in the supernatural power realm. He came to the lower realm this time only because his master deduced the destiny, and he had a foreboding that the evil spirit would be born in the lower realm. He holds the responsibility of eliminating demons and defending the way, and comes to eradicate the evil spirits.

Due to different rules, the Cold Sword coming to the lower realm can only seal one's own cultivation base before they can move freely. If one's own cultivation base exceeds the world in which it is too much, it will attract the attention of heaven.

Therefore, the cold sword now only has the cultivation base in the middle of the foundation building, and Zhou Ming uses the pure sun demon in his body, and his strength is comparable to the monk in the later stage of the foundation building, and he has firmly suppressed the cold sword.

Han Jian stomped on both feet and stabilized his figure in midair. Seeing that his sword only caused Zhou Ming to suffer a skin injury, his expression became more serious.

The golden sword in his hand is a high-grade spiritual weapon named Canyang.

Han Jian used this Canyang Sword to kill how many foundations and supernatural powers, enough to divide the mountains and mountains, but could only leave Zhou Ming with a skin wound? This makes him feel a little weird.

Zhou Ming's blood is still bright red, indicating that he has not transformed into a fairy body, but why is the physical strength so terrible?

Han Jian couldn't figure it out and didn't dare to think about it again, because Zhou Ming came to him again.

"Spirit Skill•Ling Tianquan!"

A golden seal in Han Jian's body disappeared, and the spiritual pressure all over his body broke out. A sky-shielding spirit fist blasted towards Zhou Ming!

Even at the risk of being spotted by Heaven, he will kill Zhou Ming!

The fist was too fierce, the space behind Zhou Ming was shattered, and his bones were completely shattered under this terrifying power, and the breath of death instantly enveloped his heart.

"Fantasy reality!"

Zhou Ming yelled in his heart, countless silver light circulated, his body injuries disappeared.

The fist blasted away the clouds in the sky, causing a thousand layers of air to roll.

The smoke retreated, black patches flying, and the long-haired young man was topless, with pitch-black lines covering half of his body.

(To be continued)

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