Heavenly Monarch of All Times

"He Han!" Wen Lun saw the people appearing above the sky, his eyes slightly sinking, his face calmed a lot.

The strength of the ink knife and the cold, I am afraid that the entire scorpion life, in addition to himself, no one is more clear than Wen Lun.

烽天三杰: Xuanjian Wenlun, ink knife He Han, cloud gun Qin Zhong.

Since the three people also said that they naturally have to compete with each other.

It’s just that Wen Lun and He Han have played against each other. There are not one hundred and seventy or eighty times.

Although the two fights are not life-and-death battles, the strength of each other can still be revealed.

With so many battles, Wen Lun lost more and more, and every time he shot, he had reservations.

But Wen Lun is self-proclaimed, and he is only slightly better than He Han.

If it is a real life and death battle, the number of wins and losses is still unknown.

At this time, He Han appeared, which was the solution to Wen Lun’s urgent needs.

If there is no Han Han just now, then the person standing opposite Su Shi at this time is Wen Lun.

But as a chief disciple, Wen Lun didn't want to show up too early.

Wen Lun knows that after Su Jie’s provocation, Lan Qing’s shot, the disciple of the Emperor Tianzong is definitely puzzled by his avoidance and will even be dissatisfied with him.

But he didn't care. He knew his accusation, and even if he was misunderstood, he had no complaints.

When everyone saw the appearance of He Han, the original low expression quickly became excited.

"He Han is coming, it’s great!"

"He Han brother, but the same name as the Wenlun master, I heard that the two often learn, and the brothers of He Han did not fall."

"I think that the brother of He Han is not weaker than Master Wenlun. At least now, the brother of He Han dares to show up, unlike the master brother, avoiding the war and letting Zongmen be ashamed."

"Master brothers may have some calculations, let's take a look first, can you defeat the arrogant guy?"

The disciples of the Emperor Tianzong of the Emperor said that they had quite a few words about Wen Lun.

Wen Lun was hidden in the crowd, and the words of the people lingered in his ears, but did not affect his emotions.

He has his own insistence, his real opponent is the ghost cliff sect who has not shot yet! "At last, I came to see it." Above the sky, Su Tuo glided over He Han, and his mouth twitched with a cold smile. He said: "I heard that there are swords and swords in the Ming Dynasty. , cloud gun. It seems that you are the ink knife in the three Jie He Han

Let's go. ”

"Since you have heard of my name, you will save more time, lest you wait until you lose, and you don't know who is defeating you." He Han was in black, his eyes were cold, his facial features were rough, very fierce look.

He waved his hand and motioned for the blue clear.

"His strength is a bit strange, you are careful." Lan Qingmei was so heavy, he said, and then he moved and went back to the side.

"Hey." Su Tu looked at He Han and sneered: "I didn't expect the ink knife to be a cold tongue. I hope your knife is more profitable than your tongue!"

"Come on!" He Han no longer nonsense, one hand sinking, a black heavy knife in his hand, it is his soldiers of the Yuanling, ink knife cold front.

The moment when the ink knife cold front appeared, suddenly surrounded by space, was shrouded in a horrible knife, chilling gas filled, cold and bone.

Su Tu felt the chill of the face, his eyes could not help but sink, his heart was a trembling.

He did not think that the strength of He Han was so horrible, just a knife, has made him somewhat unbearable.

烽天三杰, really worthy of the name!

The crowd below felt the heavy knife pressure, and the expression could not help but change.

"I have heard that the cold knife of the Han Han brother is very powerful, but I did not expect that the brother of He Han has already cultivated the spirit of the cold front to such a degree."

"He Han brother's sword is so strong, afraid that the strength is already more than Master Wenlun."

"There is such a knife, it is estimated that this Su Tulian He Han brother can not bear a knife."

Everyone was excited and shivering, and they greatly admired the strength of He Han.

Wen Lun’s eyes trembled a little, and his mouth couldn’t help but pull a smile. He said: “He Han, I haven’t seen it for a short time, I didn’t expect your knife to go further. It seems that I have to work harder, otherwise this master, but I don't want to protect it."

He Han’s knife was strong, and Wen Lun felt the pressure.

But he was very happy at this time, without the slightest jealous meaning.

He Han is indeed very strong, but he is not a mediocre.

Even at this time, Wen Han still has the confidence to suppress.

More importantly, the strength of He Han is stronger, and it will undoubtedly make the people of Ghost Cliffs feel the pressure and let them understand that there is still strength in the life of the gods.

"One knife, give you a drink!" At this time, the high-altitude upload came to the low-pitched voice, and the pressure was full.

The next moment, his figure moved directly.

"Boom!" I saw the ink knife cold front in the void, and suddenly the knife broke out, the meaning of rolling like a river, the power of the majesty, the pressure of the world, a giant sword appeared, the trend of Shen Xiong, the pressure all.

Su Tu suddenly felt the pressure of the sky, and the eyes were shrunk, and a haze appeared in his eyes.

Immediately, he stepped out in a step, his body was a while, and a strange airflow in his body turned, and suddenly the **** curse of the blood was insane, and it turned into a powerful force, which directly condensed on his palms.

"Hey!" Su Tu immediately condensed the curse, one palm shot, the power of the palm, the pressure of the world is one sink, the void seems to collapse.

"Hey!" Immediately, above the sky, the shadow of the knife and the palm of the hand collided together, and a loud bang, shocking the four wild, the power of the mighty, turned into a boundless wave, raging the void.

For a moment, He Han’s body sank slightly, and he could not help but step back, but he even stood still, like a mountain.

On the other hand, Su Tu could not withstand the terrorist shock, the figure flew directly out of the sky, and ridiculed hundreds of meters away, and had not yet had time to stabilize the body, it was a blood spurting out.

Although Su Tu broke out of the power of cursing in the body at the last moment, but his strength is really too cold, and he can't fight against it.

"Good!" The crowd saw a scene at high altitude, and their eyes trembled fiercely, and then they cheered together.

Ink knife He Han did not let everyone disappoint, defeated Su Tu with a knife.

But Wen Lun is frowning, his eyes are a little low, his face is not good, he seems to be worried about something.

"Ink knife and cold, not the name of Tian Sanjie!" Su Tu stabilized his body shape at this time, took a deep breath, and endured the pain of the whole body, Shen Shen said: "This battle, I lost the Soviet Union. ”

After that, his eyes flashed a sigh of sorrow, and then the figure moved and landed directly.

He Han's eyes were so heavy that he held the hand of the ink knife cold front, but it was slightly trembling.

The trick of the previous move, although he seems to be calm, is actually hurt. He did not think that the power of Su Shi's curse was so strange that he crossed his sword in a moment and directly invaded his body!