The heroine eavesdropped on her heart, and my villain's character collapsed.

"Is this fellow Taoist a little too presumptuous? Do you really think that my Dayun Dynasty has no one?"

At this time, an old man with white hair and a hunchback suddenly appeared in front of Liu Yirui.

The terrifying coercion on his body caused the space in the Western Zhou Dynasty to distort. He was clearly an old monster in the tribulation stage.

Kyoto is a land of crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and countless strong people.

Lin Han's sword strike had attracted the attention of the entire capital.

After the second sword broke through the Fusi formation in Beizhen, everyone naturally couldn't sit still.

Many old monsters have their consciousnesses landed here.

The emperor sitting in the palace was no exception.

At this moment, he was sitting in the Renshou Palace meditating. The aura of the avenue beside him was mysterious and mysterious, almost becoming substantial.

As the outside world says.

Some people cannot ascend, but he is unwilling to ascend.

What he wants is very simple. Even after ascending, he still wants to be the Nine-Five Supreme Being and the only one in the sky.

So he made various preparations for his ascension.

After noticing the movement of Beizhen Fusi, he just opened his eyes slightly, took a look at Beizhen Fusi's situation, and then closed his eyes to practice.

Now, he would not take action unless absolutely necessary, lest he reveal his cultivation and alert the Heavenly Gate to come for him.

Besides, it's not a big deal. Someone below will handle it.

After the hunchbacked old man arrived, Liu Yirui recognized him and said in a respectful tone: "Thank you for your hard work, Huang Lao."

The old man named Huang Lao waved his hand and stared at Lin Han in front of him.

Shojue told him that this negative-sword Taoist priest was extremely difficult to deal with!

"I'm just here to cause trouble for him, not to kill innocent people indiscriminately. You're already old, so give in and I'll kill him and leave quickly."

Lin Han told the old man to go away and waved the whisk in his hand again.

The sword energy falls like rain.

It was also a heavy rain that was rare in ten thousand years.

In this majestic sword energy, the hunchbacked old man did not hesitate to summon his Fa Tian Xiang Di, caught the sword energy with both hands, and then threw it upwards with force.

It's like a heavy rain of sword energy fell on the plains, but it rained in reverse from the ground to the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds in the sky was crushed by the sword energy.

Some low-level monks are trying to spy on this battle with their spiritual consciousness.

As a result, the sword energy fell from the sky and shattered everyone's consciousness. Many monks screamed and rolled on the ground.

When gods fight, how can a kid deserve to watch?

After this sword blow, there were a few more cracks in the hands of the hunchbacked old man.

But two more old monsters at the early stage of the Tribulation Stage came. They stood in the other two directions, forming a triangle with the hunchbacked old man to surround Lin Han.

In an instant, two more Dharma images came to the world.

One of them laughed and said, "Fellow Taoist, why don't you draw your sword?"

The long sword carried by Lin Han behind him was not unsheathed from the beginning to the end, and Lin Han didn't even have the intention to get the sword.

If a sword cultivator is unwilling to draw his sword, he clearly looks down on you.

"You too?"

Lin Han asked indifferently and waved the whisk in his hand again.

It's like a painter taking a pen and painting thousands of mountains and rivers with freehand brushwork.

The sword energy soared to the sky.

The three Dharma images appeared and lotuses bloomed.

At the same time, the bodies of the three monks in the Tribulation Stage bloomed with blood flowers.

Liu Yirui, who was hiding behind, had already breathed a sigh of relief.

Three old guys dealing with one person shouldn't be a problem.

But now, he was somewhat unsure, and he was wondering why the other old guys didn't come to help the factory.

At this moment, Lin Han no longer held back. The whisk in his hand was like a sword, and he swung eighteen swords in a row.

Each sword has a different style of freehand brushwork.

They are all what he has seen and understood in this life.

They are all based on his swordsmanship experience.

Eighteen swords, when the sixth sword comes out.

The entire North Town Fusi had been wiped out, and the three Dharma ministers were cut in half.

When the ninth sword came out, an old monster who was in the middle stage of the Tribulation Stage rushed to the battlefield to stop them, so that the three people who were in the early stage of the Tribulation Stage would not be seriously injured.

When the thirteenth sword fell, this old monster in the middle of the tribulation period was knocked three thousand miles out of Kyoto.

Two more old monsters who were in the middle stage of transcending the tribulation came immediately after them.

They jointly resisted the last five swords, but they were also seriously injured.

After the eighteen sword strikes, several more tribulation-stage old monsters rushed to the battlefield in an attempt to surround this unreasonable and terrifying sword cultivator.

Liu Yirui, who was hiding behind, looked pale.

Feeling Lin Han's murderous intention, he knew that even if he escaped today, as long as Lin Han didn't die, he had better not leave Kyoto in his life.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the palace.

It's a pity that the emperor will not take action because of this. It's like he hasn't been to court for many years and only has what he wants in his heart.

I saw around ten old monsters from Western Zhou Dynasty who had passed through the tribulation period.

Lin Han glanced at the faded fly whisk in his hand, smiled, put it back into the storage ring, and held the sword on his back with his backhand.

Everyone present subconsciously held their breath and looked at the sword in Lin Han's hand, with fear on their faces.

When a swordsman draws his sword, he must decide between life and death!

It was so difficult even before he drew his sword.

If the sword was drawn, wouldn't several people die today?

The sword was only half an inch out of its sheath, and a terrifying sword energy was almost suffocating, like a rising sun rising from the ground. No one in the world can take away its brilliance!

Everyone subconsciously squinted their eyes.

Then, they discovered that Lin Han quickly drew his sword, swung the sword and turned into a sword light and rushed out of Kyoto.

When everyone noticed, Lin Han was already outside the gate of Kyoto.

While the sword in his hand was sheathed.

Liu Yirui's head fell to the ground and rolled several times on the ground. The soul in his body was crushed by the sword energy.

His eyes widened, and he didn't even think about how he died until the last moment.

……

In a shop somewhere in Kyoto, a young man was handing a gift to a beautiful female nun.

He has admired the other person for a long time, and even though he has been rejected many times over the years, he still has no intention of giving up.

"Linglong, this magic weapon..."

Seeing that the female nun in front of him didn't look at him at all, the young master was about to introduce the gift he had sent, but his voice stopped abruptly.

The female cultivator heard the sound suddenly disappear and something hit her foot.

She looked down and almost fainted on the spot.

It was a head, with a smile on its face, unaware of the arrival of death.

……

On the boat, a talented man was writing poems for the beauty in front of him, just to win her smile.

He combined the woman's name with the scenery and just wrote the first sentence.

The brush in his hand rolled down the table together with his head.

Only the woman's scream echoed in the boat.

……

All over Kyoto, thousands of people fell to the ground in an instant.

The death came so suddenly that few people noticed it.

The only thing that can be noticed is this group of old monsters who are in the tribulation stage.

That was the moment Lin Han drew his sword.

They clearly saw that the world turned into a gray color, everyone was frozen in it, and only a sword energy was roaming freely.

"It's the power of time!"

One of the old monsters in the middle stage of the Tribulation who rushed to the battlefield said with a gloomy face.

"This man can actually cross the river of time with one sword and kill Liu Yirui and others!"

"In that case, why don't you kill us?"

Another old monster in the Tribulation Stage was a little confused.

"Maybe it's because we are too advanced to kill him, or maybe there are other reasons. Let's work together to get rid of this person!"

An old monster in the Tribulation Stage snorted coldly and took the lead in chasing Lin Han.

Everyone also followed suit, not letting this bastard escape smoothly.