Chapter 595 The Stunned Wind and Thunder Sword Emperor!

"Friend Han, you have truly raised a very filial son." Ye Junlin said jokingly.

Hearing the sarcasm in this, Han Qiujian's face turned particularly ugly. "I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself in front of you, Immortal Master Ye. I admit that I was a bad parent and will discipline him strictly in the future. As for the Tengu clan, my Han family will never touch a hair of theirs again! I, Han, will keep my word!"

The Tengu tribe has that person's support, and they are already in the wrong, so the best outcome is to make concessions voluntarily.

"Dad! Why should we admit our mistakes? I think this Ye guy just wants to have the best of both worlds!" Han Xing's head got hot, anger took over his mind, and he roared hysterically.

He has relied on his father for a long time and has always been domineering. Even when facing an immortal master-level figure, as long as his father is there, he dares to shout and does not care about the consequences at all.

Because in his opinion, his father will take care of everything!

"presumptuous!"

Ye Junlin looked unhappy, and he put his two fingers together and made a sudden movement in the air.

Swish!

Han Xing's entire arm flew up into the air, blood gushing out. He covered the end of his severed arm with his hand in agony and raised his head to scream miserably, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Xing'er!"

Han Qiujian was shocked and angry. Ye Junlin acted too quickly, so fast that he didn't have time to stop him.

He quickly immersed himself in checking and found that the wound was corroded by the terrifying sword intent, which even he could not resolve.

In this case, his son will lose an arm forever and become a disabled person with one arm missing!

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

The look in Ye Junlin's eyes was filled with fear 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 was quietly dyed with a layer of scarlet color, and suddenly a strong wind blew between heaven and earth, and sand filled the sky.

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

"Master Ye, it was my son who made the mistake first, but don't you think he was too harsh?"

Ye Junlin flicked his fingers and sneered, "Who am I? How dare your son slander me? If it weren't for your face, your son would have been beheaded long ago, not just having an arm broken off! Understand?"

Han Qiujian's forehead was bulging with veins, and he said coldly, "Master Ye is right. I should thank you for your generosity!"

Ye Junlin seemed to not understand what was being said, and waved his hand indifferently, "No need to thank me, it's just a matter of convenience."

boom!

In an instant, a terrifying and sharp sword force rushed straight into the sky, and the vast sky seemed to have a big hole in it, presenting a terrifying scene of endless airflow rolling back.

Everyone felt their bodies sink and the blood in their bodies seemed to freeze into ice, freezing them to the bones. Their faces were filled with fear.

Han Qiujian's eyes were as cold as ice that had been there for thousands of years. A three-foot-long, green and blue fairy sword appeared in his hand. Endless sword energy was boiling on the blade, distorting the void along the way.

"Oh? What do you mean, Brother Han? Do you want to compete with me?" Ye Junlin smiled playfully.

Han Qiujian's eyes were full of divine light, and he said in a cold voice: "Master Ye, you cut off one of my son's arms. As his father, if I do nothing, I will look like a coward!"

Ye Junlin nodded, "I understand."

As he spoke, Han Qiujian's sword power had already been brewing to the extreme. The long sword in his hand began to turn, and billions of blazing thunders burst out from the sword body, making the dark night sky as bright as day.

"Run quickly, don't get sucked in!" Feeling the energy flow around them becoming turbulent, the Han family cultivators were frightened and turned pale. They turned around and fled for fear of being accidentally injured.

In an instant, countless monks and beasts scattered.

This is a showdown between two super powers, one is the current famous Lord Ye Xian, and the other is the long-famous Wind and Thunder Sword Emperor!

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

next second.

The majestic voice sounded like a huge bell, echoing between the vast heaven and earth.

"I have heard that Master Ye has great magical powers. Today, I, Han, would like to take this opportunity to ask you for some advice!"

"Draw out your sword!"

Han Qiujian did not dare to be careless and kept a close eye on Ye Junlin's every move.

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

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

In this kind of situation, I always feel a little embarrassed to take out a flawed sword!

Can't take it!

As his thoughts turned, Ye Junlin made a decision.

He put one hand behind his back and slowly stretched out the other hand. His two fingers merged into a sword, pointing far away at Han Qiujian in the sky.

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

Everyone's eyes widened, almost thinking they were seeing things.

What do you mean?

You don't even draw your sword, but just use two fingers to deal with it?

This is too perfunctory!

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

Those eyes were as red and scary as a wild beast!

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

Han Qiujian's eyes were bloodshot, his chest was heaving violently with anger, and the hand holding the sword was shaking.

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

It can be said that if the Queen of Qingqiu had not appeared, he would most likely have been promoted to the position of Xize Immortal Lord.

however.

But now he had suffered the greatest humiliation in history!

It was a competition between sword cultivators, but the opponent didn't even draw his sword and planned to use two fingers to deal with him!

Who the hell 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 thrust forward with the sword in hand.

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

He is worthy of being called the Wind and Thunder Sword Emperor. With one sword, wind and thunder rise up, and their echoes resound beyond the clouds!

The old patriarch and the others were so frightened that their whole bodies were cold, and the sword light reflected in their pupils was blooming wildly.

If they can't block this sword, they will all be reduced to ashes!

"Master Ye, can you block my 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 pick it up with his fingers, unless he wanted to be a disabled person with a broken arm like his son.

The purpose of his doing this was to force Ye Junlin to draw his sword and fight him in a fair fight!

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

Ye Junlin found it a bit challenging and also wanted to see where his limit was.

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

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

Boom boom boom~!

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

The whole place was dead silent.

Everyone stared blankly with a look of disbelief on their faces.

Han Qiujian's sword was stopped by two fingers!

Ye Junlin sighed, "Ah, it's still a bit forced."

Just now, he felt a tingling sensation in his two fingers, as if they were about to split.

Fortunately, it was really blocked!

I don't know.

Han Qiujian, who was standing opposite him, was already in turmoil.

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

"This, this is the Dao-level sword intent of great perfection..."