Urban Medical God

Huang Leng asked in a cold voice.

Jian Xing stood with his sword in hand and said with a smile: "Huang Han, I know you are besieging a woman named Ye Luo'er. That girl Ye is my friend. Please consider the sake of my sword clan and spare her if you can." One life.”

When Huang Han heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "When did your Sword Clan actually hook up with outsiders?"

"Then Ye Luo'er took away the Hell Soul Crystal. You also know that the Hell Soul Crystal was a necessary material for my ancestor of the Desolate clan to practice martial arts. I can never let outsiders take it away!"

Jian Xing said: "The Heavenly Prison Soul Crystal is naturally precious, but your ancestor Huang Baiyu has already perfected the Eternal Immortality Technique, so that thing is useless if it comes. It's better to sell my Sword Clan a face and let Miss Ye go once. I I will give you adequate compensation.”

Huang Han laughed loudly and said: "What compensation can be compared to the Heavenly Hell Soul Crystal!? That Hell Soul Crystal was the material used to build the Samsara Holy Soul Heaven and Hell Hub. If you can come up with a second Heavenly Soul Crystal, Prison Soul Crystal, I promise you.”

Jian Xing's face darkened. It took tens of thousands of years for the Heavenly Prison Soul Crystal to be produced. Naturally, he couldn't get the second one. He said, "Huang Han, don't push me too hard. That Heavenly Prison Soul Crystal was dug by Ren Feifan and Tiannu back then." It's just that you, the Huang Clan, want to take possession of it. Now that I have sent someone to retrieve it, is it reasonable for you to kill people and seize the treasure?"

Huang Han stopped talking nonsense and said coldly: "Old Jian, there is no need to be nagging anymore. If you want to save that female dragon, you must get through me first!"

As he spoke, Huang Han's spiritual energy burst out, and wisps of severe cold energy were released from his palms. The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and even the edge of the Huangquan Dead Sea also froze and crackled.

Jian Xing snorted and said, "Very good, I'll come and learn the tricks of your Desolate Clan's martial arts!"

After the words fell, Jian Xing swung his sword and stabbed out quickly. His sword energy turned into an eternal river. On the river, the shadows of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers floated, trying to suppress Desolate Han.

This sword is the magical power of the sword clan, called the "Great Sword Qi of Heaven, Earth, Mountains and Rivers". When the sword is drawn out, the majestic atmosphere of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers floats around, and it is extremely powerful.

Jian Xing knew how powerful Huang Han was, and if he wanted to hold off Huang Han and gain a chance for Ye Chen, he would have to do his best.

"Haha, your sword clan's great sword energy of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers is nothing more than this! Break the Heavenly Cold Palm!"

Huang Han sneered disdainfully and did not pay attention to Jian Xing's sword skills. The cold energy in his palms exploded like ice and snow, and he roared out with a fierce palm.

Kara la!

The stern and cold palm movement immediately completely froze Jian Xing's mountain and river sword energy.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Han rushed to Jian Xing like lightning and struck his chest with both palms.

Jian Xing's face was solemn and he raised his sword to block the attack.

The two swords and palms intersected, and they fought countless moves in an instant. The world was filled with frost and sword shadows.

Several other warriors from the Desolate Clan were watching the battle and did not participate in the battle.

They believed that Huang Han's strength would definitely be able to suppress Jian Xing.

In the woods, Ye Chen saw Jian Xing and Huang Han fighting fiercely, and thought to himself: "This is an opportunity!"

He turned to Shanrou and said, "Shanrou, I'm going to the Underworld and the Dead Sea. You stay here and don't move around until I come back."

Shanrou was a little scared, so she took Ye Chen's hand and said, "Brother Ye Chen, can I go with you?"

Ye Chen shook his head gently and said, "No, just wait here for me to come back."

Shanrou felt helpless and said, "Okay..."

Ye Chen smiled and touched her little head, telling her not to panic, and then rushed out of the woods and flew towards the Dead Sea like a gust of wind.

"who!?"

Huang Han was fighting fiercely with Jian Xing when he suddenly saw Ye Chen's figure. He couldn't help but be shocked, secretly shouting that he had been tricked.

"Old guy, are you plotting against me?"

Huang Han was immediately furious, knowing that Jian Xing was just delaying him, and his real purpose was to let Ye Chen enter the underworld and the Dead Sea.

He only thought that Ye Chen was a master in the Sword Clan. If Ye Luoer was taken away by the Sword Clan, or even the Hell Soul Crystal was taken away, the consequences would be disastrous.

Huang Han wanted to stop Ye Chen, but was entangled by Jian Xing and couldn't move away. He hurriedly shouted to his warriors: "Stop him quickly!"

"yes!"

The warriors of the Desolate Clan, as if they were waking up from a dream, quickly flew up, drew out their swords, and attacked Ye Chen to prevent him from entering the underworld and the Dead Sea.

Ye Chen glanced at him and felt that among the warriors of the Desolate Clan, the ones with the strongest cultivation were only at the level of Tianxuan, and were no match for him at all.

What Ye Chen was afraid of was just the desolate cold.

Now that Huang Han is being held back by Jian Xing, it is impossible for those ordinary warriors of the Huang clan to stop him.

Seeing those warriors from the Desolate Tribe approaching, Ye Chen did not dodge or dodge, reaching out his hands like an eagle catching a chicken, grabbing their bodies, and tearing them apart one by one on the spot.

Ye Chen did not use any martial arts, and did not even release his own spiritual energy. He simply relied on the power of his hands to tear those people apart one by one.

Several warriors from the Desolate Tribe who were still vigorous and vigorous just now turned into a rain of blood all over the sky in an instant, and their internal organs and intestines fell down. The scene was extremely terrifying.

"What!"

When Huang Han saw this scene, he was immediately shocked.

He saw that Ye Chen's cultivation was only at the eighth level of the Taizhen Realm, and he thought he was hiding his aura. Who would have thought that Ye Chen's cultivation was like this, but the power of his hands was surprisingly strong.

"Who is this kid! The martial arts shackles on his hands have been cut off? Doesn't he only have the Taizhen realm?"

Huang Han broke out in sweat, deeply feeling Ye Chen's strength.