Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1252: Qin Master Sacrifice
"Uncle Jin..."
Han Buhui's eyes widened instantly.
Indescribable anger swept over her at this moment and overwhelmed her. She wanted to shout, to roar, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she couldn't make any sound.
The surrounding space seems to freeze instantly.
The screen freezes.
The blood spurting from Jin Zhiyi's neck freezes.
The horror and sadness on Jin Chuanbao's face also freezes.
This kind of time-space freeze-frame is only valid within a radius of 30 meters.
People outside this area are obviously walking back and forth, but they seem to not notice what's going on here at all. They have normal expressions and come and go with smiles on their faces.
The elegant young man killed someone, as if he had flicked a mosquito away, and smiled at Han Buhui.
"Who the **** are you?"
The next moment, Han Buhui said angrily.
She can talk again.
"Wrong answer."
The elegant young man smiled lightly.
A great fear suddenly appeared in Han Buhui's heart, and he hurriedly said: "Don't..."
But the next moment——
Boom.
The area below the waist of the young Jin Chuanbao exploded directly, turning into a basin of blood mist...
"I'll take you there."
Han Buhui gritted his teeth.
"The answer is correct."
The elegant young man smiled, and gracefully made a gesture of invitation, with a bright smile and beautiful white teeth, and said: "Lead the way."
Then Han Buhui discovered that his body could move.
The bodies of Jin Zhiyi and Jin Chuanbao are still in that frozen state.
Han Buhui took a deep breath.
She has already deeply realized the cruelty of this elegant young man. If there is any delay or disobedience, I am afraid that more innocent people will suffer.
"Follow me."
Han Buhui walked towards the Temple Mountain.
"Oh?"
The elegant young man said indifferently: "Are you really retreating at the Temple Mountain?"
He followed Han Buhui unhurriedly.
Along the way, people kept saying hello to Han Buhui.
The little girl is obviously very popular in Yunmeng City.
The elegant young man walked side by side with Han Buhui, and would greet passers-by with enthusiasm, making him look like a good friend of Han Buhui.
"No regrets, are you going to Temple Mountain again?"
"Who is this young man? Are you friends? He looks like a handsome young man..."
"No regrets, your aunt will make your favorite secret bacon tomorrow, remember to bring you
Mother, come and eat. "
Han Buhui responded one by one with a smile on his face.
The elegant young man smiled and said: "The neighbors are really enthusiastic. It's been a long time since I had this experience... This feeling is nostalgic."
"Who the **** are you?"
Han Buhui couldn't help asking.
The elegant young man smiled and said, "You will know soon."
He walked side by side with her, talking and laughing, in the eyes of others, he was like a long-lost friend, or even a close lover, without any hostile atmosphere.
Being a person can't see the clues of being young at all.
Han Buhui walked slowly.
Elegant young people are not urged.
Occasionally he laments the beauty of the summer scenery in Yunmeng City, occasionally catches white seabirds soaring in the sky, occasionally talks casually to Han Buhui, and even asks about her brother Han Buhui's past. deeds.
Finally, we arrived at the foot of the Temple Mountain.
The current Temple of the Lord of Swords has shrunk to the Temple Mountain, and Pope Ye Weiyang is now sitting on this mountain because of the strict defense.
"So it's Miss Han, who are these people?"
At the entrance of the mountain road, four young priestesses blocked the way.
"Sister Yan, these are my friends and comrades-in-arms of my eldest brother. I want to go to the cemetery on the mountain to worship my brother, so I brought them here."
Han Buhui quickly explained.
"Oh, let's go up then."
The leading priestess nodded and waved to let her go.
Han Buhui led the elegant young man and others along the mountain road, slowly climbing up the stairs.
The mountain scenery is beautiful.
The air in the mountains is also very fresh.
The elegant young man is like a tourist playing in the mountains, stopping and going, not in a hurry.
Han Buhui is also happy to see this.
"Actually... your brother's tomb is not on the temple mountain, is it?"
The elegant young man suddenly smiled and asked.
Han Buhui didn't change his face, and said: "Why do you ask that? Everyone in the city knows that my brother's cemetery and monument are all on the Temple Mountain. It was Lin Beichen who commemorated the imperial soldiers who died in battle. A collective cemetery built here."
The elegant young man smiled and said, "Suddenly I don't want to kill you, but I am brave and resourceful at such a young age."
Han Buhui didn't say a word, just lowered his head and continued to walk up.
Can she not be afraid?
She is afraid.
But she didn't want to embarrass her brother.
During this journey, there were no priests patrolling the mountain road.
A group of people came to the square on the top of the mountain.
The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the trees are green.
After a refurbishment, the Temple Sanhiro
The area of the field has been expanded by more than five times. The statues of the Lord of Swords standing in the square have been removed, and some fountains, rockery and other scenic spots have been built. The ordinary breath of life.
At this time on weekdays, there should be quite a few believers and clergymen in the square.
Today is empty.
A figure in a moon-white robe stood in the center of the square, holding a Moonlight Staff, quietly watching Han Buhui and the others, apparently having been waiting for a long time.
"Your Majesty the Pope."
Han Buhui saluted immediately.
When bending over, put the hand in front of you and make a gesture.
Ye Weiyang is like never seen.
Her face is still sweet and pure, her long black hair hangs down almost to the position of her calf, her slender waist, slender and lustrous legs, and the moon-white pope's robe make her taller and more charming.
"Which one of the God King Army Demon Gods are you?"
Ye Weiyang spoke, her voice was cold and crisp with a majesty that made people want to surrender uncontrollably.
"Huh?"
The young and refined young man carefully scrutinized Ye Weiyang's body, with bright lights in his eyes, and said: "Interesting, really interesting, I didn't expect to meet a congenital **** body and Taoist fetus here. But it's an extremely rare physique."
Ye Weiyang held the staff, slowly stepped forward, and said: "Your Excellency is a noble demon god, why bother with the little girl, I must have some advice when I came to the Temple Mountain today, why don't you release Han first?" How about not regretting it?"
The elegant young man's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he smiled and said, "I'm going to argue with her, how do you treat her?"
Hand out your hand casually.
Five fingers grabbed Han Buhui's head.
Just a little effort can make this girl disappear from the world forever.
Ye Weiyang frowned, but she couldn't make a move.
But more importantly, she couldn't see through the depth of this young man.
"Hehe, just kidding."
The elegant young man suddenly smiled and pushed Han Buhui to Ye Weiyang with a light push.
"Although you lied to me, although you gave hints to the little priest surnamed Yan at the entrance of the mountain gate...but I don't want to kill you yet."
He smiled at Han Buhui, who was still in shock, and said, "You brought me here because you wanted Qin Lianshen and Lin Beichen to kill me, right? It's a pity that you are going to be disappointed, today , I will let you watch these two people die in front of you...not come out yet."
As he spoke, he pressed his backhand into the void on the right.
The air immediately sank with a huge palm print.
Ripples flicker.
Master Qin walked out slowly from the ripples in the space.
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Good night everyone