The little carpenter crossed the high mountain of Han Baojian, but he could never use Nalan Xiaoshan's sword skills as fast as he was back then.

In the heart of the little carpenter, Nalan Hill is no longer a mountain, but has transformed into a monument, or a star shining on its head.

This is a regrettable thing.

But even so, it doesn't matter, because he finally confirmed something to the world.

Han hugged the sword, not as good as Nalan Xiaoshan.

From now on, no one will mention the words "North Small Hill, South Holding Sword".

Han Baojian was just a simple local thief. At most, he was more skillful in swordsmanship. He could never be compared with Nalan Xiaoshan in terms of cultivation or personality.

Whether in front of you or after death.

The little carpenter wiped the blood stains from the old snow and put them in his arms.

Then he looked at Han Baojian who was in peace in front of him.

The black sword in Han Baojian's hand was broken from the interruption.

The tip of the sword fell to the ground, and the hilt of the sword was tightly grasped by him.

He grabbed it hard, as if he had grabbed the sword in his hand and could have been able to seize the rapidly passing life.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the little carpenter seriously again.

The two looked at each other again, but no spark appeared.

Han Baojian's eyes were dissipated. After a long time, he gathered together. He was frightened, panicked, and fear flashed. In the end, it turned into relief and calm...

No one can be strong and proud all his life, just like a banquet, and there will eventually be the moment when it disperses.

The ending that belongs to him has arrived.

No one knew what Han Baojian was thinking at the end of his life. Even the little carpenter standing opposite him could not understand it from his eyes.

After the two looked at each other for a while, Han Baojian grinned: "What a quick knife."

As soon as his mouth opened, blood immediately emerged and slid down the corner of his mouth.

The little carpenter looked at him and said calmly: "It's not as fast as Nalan Xiaoshan."

He had seen Nalan Xiaoshan's last sword. To be fair, the one he had just now was really two levels behind Nalan Xiaoshan.

Han Baojian's left face twitched for a moment, muttering vaguely: "Hmm..."

Before he could finish a simple word, he fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood flowed out of his chest and spread.

The little carpenter didn't know whether Han Baojian's "Yes" was agreeing with his words or something else.

But none of this matters anymore.

The winner never speculates on what the loser thinks.

The same goes for him.

Seeing Han Baojian on the ground without any breath, the little carpenter did not feel much joy.

He is not a killer.

If it weren't forcing me, the little carpenter would even try to communicate with Han Baojian and reconcile, instead of drawing swords to face each other like now, until life and death are separated before we can stop.

But others may not think so, so the situation will eventually happen at this moment.

Of course, although he had an indescribable disgust for killing, he had to calm down and look elsewhere in the field.

Not far away, Qu Menghu was fighting Cheng Lanting.

Before coming here, both Qu Menghu and Xiao Carpenter thought that Han Baojian might be the biggest stumbling block on the road to revenge. As for Cheng Lanting, this guy's personal cultivation is not a worrying degree, except for his plan.

However, Han Baojian has been dealt with by the little carpenter, but he has not been relieved.

Because of the current situation, the little carpenter deeply felt that Cheng Lanting was the most difficult one, and if they were not careful, all of them could die in this ghost place.

It was not because Cheng Lanting looked so weird at the moment, but because of the oppression that the other party brought to the little carpenter.

This is a sense of helplessness that cannot be reached by manpower.

Um...

Looking at Han Baojian's silent corpse on the ground, the little carpenter felt a little stuffy in his chest.

He opened his mouth and vomited blood.

Forcefully fuse the breath of this place, use the power of the ruins to defeat Han Baojian, not without sequelae.

The effect of force is the opposite.

Han Baojian has endured so much power, and the little carpenter, a user who uses the power to fight, also bears the same power.

After all, although the ruins themselves are unconscious, they are under Cheng Lanting's control at this moment.

Although this time, although it was not as good as the Hongkou Dojo, and its cultivation was empty, the little carpenter had no such magnificent attitude as he had faced Han Baojian before. It was fine to deal with a few witch slaves, but it was really difficult to go over and take the lead in Qu Menghu.

However, Qu Menghu obviously did not expect the little carpenter to come and help.

At this moment, he was fighting fiercely with the monster that Cheng Lanting transformed into countless pieces of meat with the light on his right hand.

The light in his hand was actually a reflection of Mobitoso's spiritual consciousness.

This thing was originally an extraterritorial demon, the most yin and evil thing, and it seemed to be of the same origin as Cheng Lanting on the opposite side, which made Cheng Lanting's countless tentacles transformed into him not hurt him at all.

Every time Qu Menghu's light brushes, some of the meat on the monster's body will fall down, and then turn into thick slurry.

The battle between the little carpenter and Han Baojian was extremely fierce, but it felt heart-wrenching. It was not until the last moment, but the battle between Qu Menghu and Cheng Lanting was much monotonous. No matter how terrifying and weird the bloated monster was, it could not touch Qu Menghu at all. Instead, Qu Menghu's continuous counterattack made the guy smaller and thinner...

When the little carpenter looked up, the flesh and blood monster that was several feet tall had lost a whole circle. Its body, like a hill, was actually a little taller than those alienated witch slaves...

Qu Menghu was almost Tian Ke when Cheng Lanting.

Perhaps he felt this. After seeing the greatest help Han Baojian was killed, Cheng Lanting no longer maintained his previous image. The piece of meat suddenly exploded, and countless flesh and blood burst into Qu Menghu's direction.

Qu Menghu stretched out his hand and turned into a light shield to block the flesh and blood.

Pa, pa, pa, pa...

The twisting flesh and blood hit the light shield like raindrops, and the ripples appeared and finally landed on the ground.

Then they turned into countless wriggling small insects, like centipedes or horse land, with keratinized bodies, and began to cross the light shield and spread wildly towards Qu Menghu.

Qu Menghu had a little on his toes, but the man flew out of thin air.

There was a lot of light under his feet, keeping him at a distance from these dense little bugs.

Then, his eyes looked at the enemy just now, but found that there was a sticky pineapple wood sausage chair at the core of the piece of meat. As for Cheng Lanting, it disappeared.

Qu Menghu looked around and looked at the huge stone statue in the distance.

He ordered the little carpenter: "Help me deal with this, I'll go find him..."

After saying that, Qu Menghu had a little on his toes, but the man shot into the distance like lightning, leaving the little carpenter to deal with the endgame here.

Although the little carpenter was physically damaged and could not participate in the battle to surround Cheng Lanting, he was able to handle the current situation easily. He also walked towards this large swarm of insects like a sea of ​​insects, and then extended his right hand.

A golden flame emerged from the palm of the right hand.

Qilin true fire.

This inheritance from the old lord of Ganjiabao has the ultimate power. It was turned into a number of lotus flowers by the little carpenter and landed in the swarm of insects. In an instant, the fire lotus turned into a sea of ​​fire and spread in all directions.

The insects were burned by the flames and immediately lost their previous aggression and began to flee in all directions, completely inefficient.

After cleaning up the extremely terrifying swarms of insects, the little carpenter turned around and saw the surroundings were purity.

The witch slaves either fell to the ground or went to the distance.

As for the people from the Yucheng Pao Brothers Association, they had disappeared long before the battle began.

At this moment, the strange insects were burned to pieces and fled in scattered ways, only the people left in the field were their own people in the light shield.

The little carpenter turned around and came to the light shield. He found that the originally thick place had long been as thin as a cicada's wings.

This thing was set up by Qu Menghu using magic array, which can prevent all evil objects from invading, so even if it is shaky, it still has extremely strong defense performance.

After all, it is a work by the Formation King, and the quality is absolutely excellent.

Qu Feng, Xu Qingshan, Xiao Wu, Luo Jiu and others who were inside also saw the scene just now with their own eyes.

Facing the little carpenter who had just killed Han Baojian, their eyes were filled with awe.

Before this, they certainly had heard of the reputation of the little carpenter.

But no matter what, they could not imagine that the man in front of them would kill Han Baojian, a nearly legendary figure who had been circulating in the world for decades.

Han Baojian's death represents the end of an era.

The world today is an era of another group of people, and many old antiques should be placed on the ground...

The little carpenter saw that it was fine and didn't stop much, so he asked them to wait here, and then walked towards the other side.

Even if he can't help, he has to go over and put Qu Menghu in an isolated situation.

However, before he set out, he heard a rumble of terrifying sounds coming from afar.
Chapter completed!