Chapter 1410 Rage

With a low shout, the finger tiger in Ding Xuan's hand immediately burst out with a faint purple light.

The powerful fist style is like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, fierce and domineering.

"Intermediate Huang Level Martial Skill, Sunset Slash!" Han Yue bit her teeth, and the sword in her hand danced in front of a sword flower, colliding with the finger tiger in mid-air.

call!

The strong wind howled, and the corner of Ding Xuan's mouth raised a proud arc.

A moment later, Luo Ri Zhan's soul power was severely shaken away by the powerful tiger charge.

The sword energy collapsed, Han Yue was shocked, and the strong wind directly hit her lower abdomen.

Well!

With a muffled groan, Han Yue took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

This punch caused internal injuries, but she did not cry out. She just tried to stand up again with her trembling arms and sword.

Is this the strength of Lingbao Sect disciples?

For the first time, Han Yue felt the gap between sect disciples and ordinary family disciples.

An ordinary outer sect disciple could beat her, a genius girl from Yecheng, let alone the inner sect and the legendary core disciple?

"Junior sister, don't think that just because you have a Xuan-level martial spirit, you are powerful. Maybe you are a genius in your family, but here you are nothing!" Ding Xuan sneered: "Be good and just surrender, don't toast and eat. As long as you cooperate and serve me well, I will definitely not let you down!"

Hearing this, Han Yue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened his chest and said, "You're dreaming!"

"You!" Ding Xuan clenched her fists and said angrily: "That poor brat, are you so good?"

"Ten times and a hundred times better than you!" Han Yue said: "Even if I work as a maid and servant for Jiang Yue, I will never become your wife. Just give up on this!"

Maid?

maid?

That is the most despicable existence.

"Haha, since you are so mean, then I will satisfy you!" Ding Xuan's face became ferocious: "I will destroy your cultivation and take you back to be a maidservant for me to enslave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Xuan kicked his feet fiercely and rushed over like a cannonball.

Seeing Hu Chong's attack which was even more powerful than before, Han Yue swallowed her saliva and her face was as pale as paper.

This time she absolutely couldn't take it.

"Am I going to die here?" Han Yue thought, simply closed his eyes, picked up the sword in his hand, and took it bravely.

However, at this moment, a fierce sword energy suddenly roared from the side.

Ding Xuan was shocked and quickly retracted his attack, but the sword energy still struck his finger!

boom!

The strength mixed in the sword energy directly shattered the finger tiger.

Ding Xuan jerked his hand back, but it was too late.

Poof!

In an instant, blood surged.

Ding Xuan's fist was smashed by the sword energy, and even the bones and flesh flew everywhere!

"Ah!" A pig-like cry came, and Ding Xuan took a few steps back. When she turned around, she saw a young man holding a purple iron sword and his eyes as sharp as a sword walking out of the dense forest.

The young man was dressed in a black robe, and the sword in his hand brought up gusts of breeze, blowing the black robe. The fierce iron bull's martial spirit hung high above his head, not angry, but proud!

"How is that possible?" Ding Xuan looked at her hand that had been twisted to the point where there was no residue left, her eyes full of horror.

The strength of this sword energy is definitely superior to his attacks.

It’s hard to imagine that this would be the power that a fifth-level warrior could unleash.

As if hearing the familiar sound of swords, Han Yue opened her eyes happily, turned to look at Jiang Yue, her eyes immediately moistened, and her voice was trembling, mixed with a hint of grievance: "Jiang Yue, you... you are finally here. ,I……"

As she said that, her nerves relaxed, she let go of her sword, and sat on the grass.

Looking at the blood at the corner of Han Yue's mouth, the almost clean clothes, and the faint five-finger handprints on his face, what flashed in Jiang Yue's pupils was not anger.

But two silver sword blades.

The Han family was kind to him.

No matter what the reason is, even if Han Yue is unreasonable, he, Jiang Yue, will still stand by her side.

"Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding!"

Facing Jiang Yue, Ding Xuan was completely intimidated. He backed away repeatedly with a smile on his face: "I didn't know she was your woman. I... I apologize and I pay compensation. How about that?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yue did not reply.

He just narrowed his eyes slightly, flipped the sword in his hand, and his speed suddenly increased.

In just one breath, Jiang Yue's Shura-like face came up to him, and the sword in his hand slashed hard without any nonsense!

Ding Xuan was shocked. The finger tiger on the other hand came over and forcefully took Jiang Yue's sword blade.

Jiang Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, switched the iron sword to his left hand, and clenched his right hand into a fist!

Bangquan!

Powerful soul power lingered on Jiang Yue's fist, and he punched Ding Xuan's Tianling Cap hard.

Click!

The sound of cracking bones was heard, and Ding Xuan's body softened and he fell to the ground with a punch.

The next second, the cold light of the Forged Seven Iron Sword was directly above his head...

Feeling the threat of death, Ding Xuan shouted: "I am the younger brother of Ding Jie, the first disciple of the inner sect. You can't kill me. If you kill me, my brother will never let you go!"

However, Ding Xuan's threats were like farts and had no effect at all.

Jiang Yue's sword didn't hesitate at all, and went down vertically, directly piercing Ding Xuan's head!

The word color means a knife on the head.

Ding Xuan perfectly interpreted what this sentence meant.

Pulling out the iron sword, Jiang Yue wiped off the blood on the sword and put it into the scabbard.

Han Yue saw Jiang Yue's performance completely. Although he didn't say a word, from his momentum, it was clear how angry Jiang Yue was.

At this moment, Han Yue's heart trembled fiercely.

If she only admired Jiang Yue's strength before, now, she is no longer admiring.

But she is really moved.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Yue squatted down and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with one hand.

"Jiang Yue, if you come a little more, I will..." Han Yue felt wronged, opened her arms and hugged him.

There is a week to register for Lingbao Sect.

Such a thing happened in the middle, Jiang Yue was not in a hurry, so he carried Han Yue back to the town and found an inn to settle down.

In the evening, inn.

An elderly doctor sat in front of Han Yue's bed, his fingers gently resting on her white wrist.

"How is it?" Jiang Yue asked.

After a while, the doctor took back his hand, took out a pen and paper from the box, wrote a prescription and said: "Don't worry, young master, this girl is fine, go get this medicine for her to drink, and have a good rest for a night, and she will be fine tomorrow."

"Really?" Jiang Yue laughed and took out a handful of gold coins: "Thank you, doctor."

After sending the doctor away, Jiang Yue got the medicine, asked the innkeeper to boil it, and personally brought it to Han Yue's bed.

"Drink the medicine." Jiang Yue helped the person up and let him lean on the pillow.

Han Yue's pretty face looked a little gloomy. She looked at Jiang Yue and said: "Jiang Yue, Ding Xuan seems to have something to do with the people in the inner gate. You killed him without thinking. Isn't it too impulsive? If his brother comes to find us, what should we do?"

(End of this chapter)(Tianjin Novel Network)