Chapter 595 The Stunned Wind and Thunder Sword Emperor!

"Fellow Daoist Han, you have indeed taught a filial son." Ye Junlin said jokingly.

Hearing the sarcasm in this, Han Qiujian's face was particularly ugly, "It's a joke to Master Ye Xian. Han admitted that he was incompetent in raising his son, and will definitely discipline him strictly in the future. As for the Tengu clan, our Han family will never Move one more hair! I, Han, will do what I say!”

The Tengu clan has that person's backing, and since they are already at a disadvantage, taking the initiative to give in is the best result.

"Dad! Why should we admit our mistake?! I think this guy named Ye just wants to eat alone!" Han Xing's mind was turned hot, and his anger took over his reason, and he roared hysterically.

He has relied on his father for a long time and has always been used to being domineering. Even when facing a fairy master level figure, as long as his father is around, he dares to scream without any regard for the consequences.

Because in his understanding, his father has the bottom line for everything!

"presumptuous!"

Ye Junlin looked unhappy and swiped his fingers together in the air.

Uh-huh!

Han Xing's entire arm flew up and blood flowed profusely. He covered his severed arm with a face full of pain, raised his head and screamed miserably, "Ahhhhhh..."

"Xing'er!"

Han Qiujian was shocked and angry. Ye Junlin struck too quickly, and he didn't even have time to stop him.

He quickly immersed himself in the inspection and found that the wound was eroded by wisps of terrifying sword intent, which even he could not resolve.

In this case, his son could only lose one arm forever and become a disabled person with a broken arm!

"Dad, he cut off one of my hands. Please help me take revenge. Take revenge..." Han Xing wailed, covering the bloody cut of his severed arm.

Looking at Ye Junlin's eyes, fear was mixed with strong hatred!

Everyone was frightened by this sudden scene.

The atmosphere was very depressing and tense.

In the night sky, the bright moon quietly turned a scarlet color, and suddenly a strong wind blew between the sky and the earth, and the sky was filled with wind and sand.

Han Qiujian's eyes were bloodshot and his hair was dancing wildly. He stared at Ye Junlin in front of him, gritted his teeth and said:

"Master Ye, it was my son who was at fault first, but don't you think it was too harsh?"

Ye Junlin flicked his fingers and sneered: "Who am I? How dare your son come to slander me? If it weren't for your sake, your son would have lost his head long ago, instead of just breaking off an arm. !Understand?"

Han Qiujian's veins were exposed on his forehead, and he said in a cold voice: "Master Ye Immortal is right, Han will actually thank you for your noble hand!"

Ye Junlin seemed to not understand Haolai's words, and waved his hands indifferently: "You're welcome, it's just a matter of convenience."

boom!

In an instant, a terrifying and sharp sword shot straight into the sky, and the vast sky seemed to have a big hole, showing a terrifying scene of endless airflow.

Everyone felt their bodies sink, and the blood in their bodies seemed to freeze into ice, freezing to the bone. Their expressions were full of fear.

Han Qiujian's eyes were as cold as ice for thousands of years, and a three-foot-long green and blue fairy sword appeared in his hand. The blade was boiling with infinite sword energy, twisting the void along the way.

"Oh? What does Fellow Daoist Han mean by this? Are you trying to show off with me?" Ye Junlin smiled playfully.

Han Qiujian's eyes were gleaming, and he said coldly: "Master Ye Xian, you cut off the dog's arm. As his father, I would be a coward if I didn't do anything!"

Ye Junlin nodded, "Understood."

As he spoke, Han Qiujian's sword power had reached its peak. The long sword in his hand began to flip, and billions of blazing thunderbolts burst out from the sword, making the dark night sky as bright as day.

"Run quickly, don't get involved!" Feeling the energy flow rioting around them, all the Han family monks were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they turned around and ran away, fearing that they would be accidentally injured.

In an instant, countless monks, birds and beasts dispersed.

This is a duel between two superpowers, one is the famous Ye Xianzhu today, and the other is the long-famous Fengling Sword Emperor!

The aftermath of the battle was absolutely devastating to most monks.

The next second.

The majestic voice was like a bell ringing, echoing across the vast heaven and earth.

"I have long heard that Lord Ye Xian has great magical powers. Today, I will take this opportunity to boldly ask you for advice!"

"Draw out your sword!"

Han Qiujian did not dare to be careless and watched Ye Junlin's every move.

He knew that the other party was also a top sword cultivator, and this was a duel between sword cultivators.

Ye Junlin originally wanted to sacrifice the Cangyuan Sword, but when he thought that the Cangyuan Sword had a crack, he suddenly became embarrassed.

In this situation, I always feel a little embarrassed when I take out a defective sword!

Can't take it!

While thinking, Ye Junlin made a decision.

I saw one of his hands behind his back, and the other hand slowly stretched out, and the two fingers merged into a sword, pointing at Han Qiujian in the sky.

He said with a serious expression: "This is my sword!"

Everyone's eyes widened, almost thinking they were dazzled.

What's the meaning?

You didn't even draw your sword, you just used two fingers to deal with it?

This is too perfunctory!

Han Qiujian was stunned at first. He was stunned for more than ten seconds. His face and muscles were twitching. There were wisps of green smoke coming out of his head. An endless anger arose in his heart, which seemed to spread and burn his whole body.

Those eyes were as red as a wild beast!

"Master Ye, what do you mean by this? Are you deliberately trying to humiliate me?"

Han Qiujian's eyes were about to burst, his chest was heaving violently with anger, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.

He is the Wind and Thunder Sword Emperor, who proves his truth with swords and advocates breaking all laws with one sword. He is the most lethal among all cultivators.

It can be said that if it weren't for the Queen of Qingqiu, he would have been highly recommended to the position of the Immortal Lord of Xize.

However.

Now he has suffered the greatest humiliation in history!

A competition between sword cultivators, but the opponent didn't even take out his sword and planned to perfunctorily deal with him with two fingers!

Who can stand this? !

Ye Junlin said seriously: "Don't think too much, I just think that two fingers are enough to deal with you."

"You!"

Han Qiujian was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He stopped hesitating and stabbed forward with his long sword.

In an instant, a million-foot strong wind rose from the ground, and billions of thunders danced like angry dragons, and the rumbling sound of wind and thunder resounded through the vast sky.

As expected of the Wind and Thunder Sword Emperor, it can be said that the wind and thunder rose with one sword, and the sound echoed beyond the clouds!

The old clan leader and the others were so frightened that they felt cold all over, and the sword light reflected in their pupils was blooming wildly.

If they couldn't block this sword, they would all be wiped out!

"Master Ye, can you block Han's sword with just two fingers? Don't be too confident!" Han Qiujian warned with a grim look.

He didn't believe that Ye Junlin would dare to use his fingers to block it, unless he wanted to be a disabled person with a broken arm like his son.

The purpose of doing this was to force Ye Junlin to draw his sword and fight him in an upright manner!

"Haha, how do you know if you don't try?"

Ye Junlin felt it was a bit challenging, and he also wanted to see where his upper limit was.

In a flash, two fingers gathered strength and stabbed straight forward, with the fingertips lingering with unstoppable sword intent, tearing the void.

"Could this sword intent be..." Han Qiujian noticed something, and his pupils shrank into needles.

Boom boom boom~!

A vast energy wave spread out, and the void along the way showed a fragmented scene, like a broken mirror.

The whole place was dead silent.

Everyone looked at it blankly with incredible faces.

Han Qiujian's sword was stopped, and it was two fingers that stopped it!

Ye Junlin sighed, "Oh, it's still a bit reluctant."

Just now, his two fingers actually felt a tingling sensation, as if they were about to crack.

Fortunately, they were really blocked!

Little did he know.

Han Qiujian, who was facing him, had already set off a storm in his heart.

He stared at Ye Junlin's fingers, the sword intent that kept lingering, as if a devout believer had seen a miracle one day, and said with shock on his face:

"This, this is the great perfection of the sword intent of the Tao..."