The leading man in black was stunned for a moment, and immediately shouted: "Fuck me!"
All the men quickly gathered around Jun Aohan.
Jun Aohan killed Mo Hanlin with one punch, and immediately his eyes fell on Ye Qingli.
Then, his heart suddenly felt like a knife.
Ye Qingli's body was covered with blood and looked very scary. Jun Aohan was so panicked that he had nowhere to put his hands and feet.
He quickly bent down: "Qingli, how are you?"
Ye Qingli was a little groggy at this time.
Just now, when she escaped into the space, she was pulled out by Mo Hanlin, which caused great damage to her mental strength. Now, she is a little drowsy.
Hearing the familiar voice in her ears, her heart suddenly relaxed.
In her subconscious, this voice immediately put her heart at ease, and then she closed her eyes.
"You can help me take care of the rest!"
Ye Qingli murmured something lazily, and then she fell into a deep sleep.
Jun Aohan was suddenly startled. He felt as if his whole body had fallen into an ice cellar.
The moment Ye Qingli closed his eyes, he felt as if his heart had fallen into an abyss, his heartache could not be suppressed, and he could not breathe.
These are the people who caused her to be like this...
"You are all going to die..."
Jun Aohan carefully laid Ye Qingli flat on the ground, stood up, his eyes were stern, like a demon from hell.
The next moment, his figure was like lightning, rushing into the crowd!
"Bang! Bang!"
"Puff puff!"
A series of non-stop screams suddenly erupted from the crowd.
Before everyone could react or take action.
Jun Aohan has already taken out the blood refinement in his hand!
The blood-refined demon god is born in response to blood. If he doesn't drink blood, he will never return the sheath!
At this moment, he transformed into a demon from hell!
He moved quickly through the crowd, and with every sword strike, someone would fall to the ground.
Almost in an instant, a large section of the crowd was already lying down.
Only the leading man in black was left, looking at him in fear.
"Spare my life..."
he shouted in horror.
"I am willing to surrender to you, swear a blood oath, and swear allegiance to you to the death!"
The allegiance of a seventh-level master is not something that just anyone can get!
He didn't believe that this man would not be moved. After killing so many people, his anger should have subsided!
"I just want you, die now!"
Jun Aohan said in a low voice.
The sword shines like blood.
In the blink of an eye, this one of the few masters of the Mo family was chopped into pieces by Jun Aohan!
The blood refining that was satisfied with the blood gave off a strange brilliance under the moonlight.
Jun Aohan turned around and carefully picked up Ye Qingli. After a moment's hesitation, he turned around and rushed towards Minglang Mountain.
After arriving at the back of the waterfall, Jun Aohan carefully held Ye Qingli's body and placed her on a stone platform in the center.
His movements were extremely gentle.
Afraid of touching her in the slightest.
Even if it was a fallen leaf, he would gently brush it away and never let it disturb Ye Qingli's tranquility.
There was still a lot of blood on Ye Qingli's face, and Jun Aohan was at a loss. He didn't even dare to wipe it.
He just wanted to be here, quietly, looking at her like this.
Although the two of them had experienced life and death many times, it seemed that there had never been a time like this that made Jun Aohan feel that Ye Qingli's position in his heart was so important.
