Han Yichen's heart was also a little bottomless. was thinking about it, but he saw Xiao Debang attack again and hit him. His eyes tightened, and he thought coldly in his heart: No matter, fight first!

The cells in the body, in an instant, provide powerful power.

With the blood condensation knife in hand, the powerful attack is instantly magnified and roaring out!

This big battle, from the very beginning, seems to have entered a wonderful stage.

The sound of thumping bang is endless.

Xiao Debang originally thought that he could win in an instant. Five minutes later, however, he grew impatient. He never thought that Han Yichen in front of him could bring him so much pressure, which made him very unhappy in his heart.

This is too far from what I expected!

As for the people in Xiao Zhumen, they were all stunned!

You look at me, I look at you, I don't know how to react.

This Han Yichen can actually compete with their master?

After a while, a disciple said, "It must be the Blood Condensation Knife!"

"The Blood Condensation Knife, it is said that it was left by the master of the previous life, and it condensed his life's energy! And now, with Han Yichen's Blood Condensation Knife in his hand, the combat power he exerted is very obvious, and it is not at all what he can have in the middle of the Wuqing Dynasty!"

After hearing this, the surrounding disciples also immediately echoed: "That's it! It must be the Blood Condensation Knife!"

Xiao Debang has slowly gained the upper hand.

Although this process and time exceeded his expectations, but now his gaze is slowly becoming cold.

"Stinky boy, I really didn't expect you to be so powerful! But when I kill you, the blood condensation knife in your hand will become mine!"

"The Blood Clotting Knife is indeed a magic weapon. If it falls into my hands, I, Xiao Debang, can walk sideways in this second-line sky!"

Han Yichen snorted coldly and said, "You think too much!"

"The blood coagulation knife can only be used by people who are destined. It's not a person who has cultivated to a high level of realm, and he can use it!"

But it is obvious that Xiao Debang does not believe in this sentence.

Xiao Debang's face was always a scornful smile. Said: "Hmph, stinky boy, let me kill you first!"

His offense, getting away.

Although Han Yichen fought back desperately, it was obvious that he had slowly fallen behind.

Zang was a little anxious, and said, "Han Yichen, what are you waiting for? ”

Han Yichen did not respond, but it was obvious that he chose to ignore the words that were rough. In any case, he will take the Tibetan rough with him today.

The fierce battle was quick, and another five minutes passed.

Poor Han Yichen was defeated after all.

Xiao Debang's palm wind, the void flickered, and he grabbed Han Yichen.

Han Yichen was frightened, knowing that it was difficult to escape now. After his eyes were cold, he immediately made a choice.

The blood condensation knife was thrown, and his people immediately fell backwards in an instant, and only then did they get out of the predicament.

However, the blood condensation knife was caught by the other party and fell into the hands of the other party.

Xiao Debang's face had a contemptuous smile.

"How's it going? Didn't you say that I couldn't get the Blood Condensation Knife?"

Han Yichen is now empty-handed.

Moreover, surrounded by Xiao Zhumen's people, it was difficult to get out of trouble.

Zang Rough sighed and said, "Han Yichen, I said it a long time ago, leave me alone, but you are not ...... Ay. ”

Han Yichen smiled, shook his head, and seemed to be completely unimpressed by Zang Kuo's words, and said, "Zang Kuo senior, I can have this now, thanks to you." So now, how could I possibly ignore you?"

"Hey......"

Zang Rough sighed deeply, suddenly raised his head, looked at Han Yichen, and said, "Han Yichen, I am already grateful in my heart for helping me like this." ”

Then, he suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood and slowly fell to the ground.

He bit his tongue and killed himself.

The reason why this was done was to no longer drag down Han Yichen.

And before, he couldn't survive and die. And now, Han Yichen rescued him, at least giving him the possibility of suicide.

Han Yichen was stunned.

“...... Old-timers......"

Xiao Zhumen and the others were also stunned, but soon said: "It's okay to die, so as not to enjoy the taste of life that is worse than death." ”

Han Yichen slowly raised his head.

Xiao Debang was expressionless all the time, and he didn't seem to see it at all, hiding rough death in front of her eyes. Or in his opinion, the death of the hidden rough will not affect him at all.

He smiled coldly and said, "Han Yichen, you are now in the hands of our Xiao Zhumen, and the blood condensation knife has also fallen into my hands, I'm afraid that today, it will also be your death, right?"

"Hmph!" Han Yichen was cold in his heart and said, "You Xiao Zhumen will definitely be punished!"

"If I can get out alive, I will definitely wash your Xiao Zhumen in blood in the coming day!"

The words landed, and his attack roared away. And obviously, it is the lock of Xiao Debang.

Xiao Debang sneered and said, "Stinky boy, since you want to take the initiative to find death, then I should naturally fulfill you!"

"Now, you're ready to go to hell!"

After saying this, his man jumped lightly and jumped into the air. And the blood condensation knife was held high by him.

"Slash—"

The blood condensation knife came down from top to bottom, locking Han Yichen's body and slashing down.

At this time, Han Yichen was already red-eyed, and he was not afraid at all, and said coldly: "Today, either you die or I die!"

Xiao Zhumen and the others have retreated into the distance.

"Now, this Han Yichen is about to go to the aftermath of Tibet!"

"Dare our door master to fight head-on, it is completely looking for death!"

"When there was a blood condensation knife, it was not an opponent of our sect master, let alone now?"

They all felt that Han Yichen would be cut in two by the blood condensation knife of the sect master.

In Han Yichen's heart, he really felt despair.

After all, at this time, the Blood Condensation Knife had already fallen into the hands of the other party, and it had become a weapon for the other party to kill him.

However, when no one saw it, Xiao Debang's face changed in surprise.

He felt that the blood condensation knife in his hand seemed to be beginning to disobey the call.

Especially when it comes to slashing, the speed slows down a lot. If he hadn't deliberately added strength, it was estimated that this blood condensation knife would have been suspended in the air.

Instinctively stunned, he was very puzzled: how could this happen?

Bang –

Han Yichen's counterattack came first. Before his blood condensation knife was cut down, it had already punched him hard and smashed it into his stomach, making his body take a few steps back.

And the Blood Condensation Knife actually floated in the air on its own.

Han Yichen was slightly shocked when he made a move, and then immediately reacted: The Blood Clotting Knife is about fate. Only you can operate the Blood Coagulation Knife.

He grabbed it with his backhand, and the blood condensation knife fell into his hand.

In an instant, the light of the Blood Condensation Knife began to flicker.

Sharp combat power, from the blood condensation knife, sharp out!

Xiao Debang was stunned in his heart: How could this be?

The disciples of Xiao Zhumen were surprised: How could this be? Obviously, it was their sect master, and they were about to kill Han Yichen, but why did it become that Han Yichen actually succeeded in counterattacking at a critical moment, and couldn't help but repel their sect master, and also took the blood condensation knife from the door master's hand?

Strictly speaking, this shouldn't be!

They didn't know how to react.

Han Yichen's eyes were cold, and he said: "Xiao Debang, as I said a long time ago, people who have nothing to do with the Blood Condensation Knife can't control it!"

His eyes were cold, his thoughts were clear, and after a little thought, his man retreated and fled.

"Everyone in Xiao Zhumen listen! I, Han Yichen, will definitely come back in the future! Today's revenge, he will take revenge every day!"

"I, Han Yichen, swear to the sky, I will definitely wash your Xiao Zhumen with blood!"

After hearing this, Xiao Zhumen's disciples instinctively felt frightened.

But soon, they cooled down again, looked at each other, smiled and said, "Hmph! Just one Han Yichen also wants to threaten our entire Xiao Zhumen!"

Although he said this, he vaguely felt in his heart that Xiao Zhumen would fall into the hands of Han Yichen in the future.

Xiao Debang's eyes were cold, and then he left.

"All these years, I have to continue to practice in retreat. ”

His voice was very cold.

Xiao Zhumen's disciples, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to speak.

Tumulus.

After Han Yichen returned to the ancient tomb, he immediately began to heal. As for the Tibetan old-timers, they were buried nearby by him.

In front of the grave in Tibet, he said: "Senior, you can go with peace of mind! I will definitely help you avenge your great revenge!"

The cells in the body consume too much power, and he feels very weak now.

He chatted while repairing the cells in his body.

It took a full month to slowly recover.

"Hey......," he sighed instinctively, "if in the future, every time my body fights, I have to repair it like this, but it will be miserable." ”

But it was clear that he was overthinking. The cell system, as far as the previous wars, will be like this. When you get to the back, you can fix it yourself.

For the months that followed, he continued to hide in the ancient tomb and cultivate quietly.

The people who were looking for them from the outside world have slowly left.

Zang is dead, and this news has spread.

The whereabouts of the Blood Clotting Knife are unknown. This is what everyone feels in their hearts. After all, Tibetan rough is dead!

A few months later, Han Yichen walked out of the ancient tomb. At this time, his body became strong again. The blood coagulation knife was always carried on his body.

Standing at the door of the ancient tomb, he thought about it and decided to go back and go to the back garden of his predecessors.

In the back garden, there is still a lot of spiritual grass.

It's just that at this time, in the back garden, there are actually many disciples who are cultivating.

Moreover, there is an elder who is taking them.

After Han Yichen came, he said coldly: "Who asked you to come?"

The leader raised his head, looked at Han Yichen, and said, "We let us come, what's wrong?"

"Tibetan is dead, and the territory here naturally belongs to us. ”

Han Yichen narrowed his eyes and said, "The Tibetan predecessor is dead, but here, how can it belong to you?"

The other party sneered and said, "Stinky boy, what kind of thing are you? Isn't this place occupied by us, should it be given to you?"

"Hmph!" Han Yichen snorted coldly and said, "You're right, this place should indeed belong to me." ”