The bandit leader's knife, so cold and sharp, carrying monstrous killing intent, with his blessing, slashed towards Hanping with a one-hit killing momentum.

Han Ping, who was full of demonic energy, still didn't open his eyes, and the tears in his eyes hadn't completely dried up.

At this time, he only felt that he needed to vent, he always felt too depressed, and he wanted to vent freely, and finally, he moved, still did not open his eyes, but just got up manually.

The Ice Broadsword slowly moved in Han Ping's hand, but at this time, he no longer had the cold of the past, and there was only a cold, dark aura.

Seeing Han Ping move, the bandit leader only felt fear in his heart, this feeling, this feeling.

He made a decision immediately, immediately put away the knife, and immediately ran away backwards, he always felt that something was wrong with Hanping, that breath was too terrible, that coercion was too strong, he was sure that if he continued to be obsessed with killing Hanping, then the real victory or defeat would be unpredictable.

In the face of life and interests, he decisively gave up interests, and living is the most important thing

Feeling that the bandit leader was about to run, Hanping evoked an evil smile, this smile made people feel creepy, is this still that sunny boy?

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and the big knife in his hand had already stood above his head, looking at the bandit leader who fled in front of him, "Can you run away?" Indifferent words came out.

When the words fell, the big knife in his hand slashed down, and the ground was directly split forward, and all the places where the knife passed were destroyed, and the knife light went forward, slashing towards the fleeing bandit leader.

Feeling the horror of the knife light behind him, the bandit leader ran faster, but not as fast as the knife light, he immediately turned around, held the big knife with both hands, and pushed forward, "Drink," he shouted, resisting with all his strength,

But it still can't stop the indomitable movement of the knife light, so it has been pushed backwards, and the boulders and trees blocking behind it can't stop the pace of the knife light.

This scene happened to be seen by Guan Cheng, who had just arrived, and the surprise in his heart was incomparable, what kind of knife this was.

Wherever the sword light passed, the earth was all cracked, all the stones were shattered, and even the warriors were pushed by the sword light, whether it was a boulder or a tree, until the bandit leader who pushed the life and death disappeared.

At this moment, he felt that he was not a martial artist, Han Ping was, what kind of knife was this, it could no longer be described in words, it could only be:

A knife breaks through rivers and mountains,

A knife of bright dust.

At this time, Hanping looked at the bandit leader who was cut away by the sword light, he smiled, but the blood remained unconsciously, and then, his hand could no longer hold the knife in his hand,

All of a sudden, he only felt that the world was spinning, his whole body was soft, without any strength, he was heavily planted on the ground, slowly closed his eyes, and at this moment, he saw Xiao Han'an.

The little one held his mother and father's hands, his eyes kept looking into the distance, and his little body shivered in the bitter cold winter.

Who are they waiting for, who are they looking at, at this moment, Han Ping smiled, there was no evil spirit, there was just sunshine.

"Xiao Han," looking at Han Ping who fell to the ground, Guan Cheng finally recovered from the shock of that knife.

He immediately ran to the young man on the ground, picked it up, but it was there, the young man was still breathing, but, how soft, what was going on, he touched the latter's hand, for a moment. He knew it all.

Tears remained uncontrollably, this iron-clad man, a warrior, cried at this moment.

The boy has tears and doesn't flick, but he doesn't get to the sad place.

He immediately calmed down, carried the soft Hanping on his back, found a horse, turned around, and was gentle to the unconscious Hanping: "Uncle will take you home, drive," so he rode his horse and whipped towards the tribe, leaving only a string of horses' hooves echoing in the forest.

At this time, Hanping was lying on the back of Guan Cheng, and he had a dream that he returned to the tribe and stepped into the warriors to guard the tribe like his father, ordinary and great.

As everyone knows, at this time, Hanping's meridians have been broken, and his internal organs have been hit hard, and he doesn't know if he can survive.

The Ice Tribe, the tribe at this time is still working, the women are cooking, feeding the animals, the men are carrying things, all of them are big knives, treasures, looking at these things everyone is very excited, they know that with these things, the tribe will be stronger, they will live better.

Maybe that's what the tribesmen think, to become stronger, and then live a colorful life.

But there are exceptions, like a few people standing on the city wall looking into the distance at this time.

At this time, the patriarch should be the happiest, but at this time he kept sighing, and he suddenly became much older.

A little boy broke his mother's hand and stood alone, he was watching, hoping to see two people, one was the mighty and domineering father, and the other was his favorite brother.

My brother would tell him stories and make him happy, but I hadn't seen them for a long time, so where had they gone?

A young girl held a woman, and the woman's face was as pale as paper, and her thin body was shaky, and if it weren't for the girl, she might not be able to stand, but she still stood firmly, because there was his child and his husband in the distance.

The girl holding the woman was also looking eagerly into the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Hey," Ah Kuan and Uncle Shan sighed and continued to urge everyone to work.

Finally, in the expectant gaze of everyone, a man with a spear in his hand and a man on his back, rode his horse and whip and soon approached, and finally, he entered the tribe.

Here, the few people who were waiting had already arrived at the bottom of the ice tree.

Guan Cheng dismounted, his head was low, he slowly walked in front of everyone, and then faced Hanping's mother, Yang Xue, a strange woman from the tribe. "Plop," he knelt down, "Patriarch, Xiaoxue, it's useless for me to close the city," so he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

At this moment, the whole tribe stopped working, and everyone gathered around.

Yang Xue calmly looked at the young man on Guan Cheng's back, as if she was asleep, she said to the girl, "Ling'er, help me over." Ahem,"

"Auntie," Han Ling'er called out but saw that Yang Xue had already walked over, and immediately followed, she was afraid that without her support, she would not be able to support her thin body.

Han Ling'er looked like a sleeping teenager, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

Finally Yang Xue walked to her son's side, she stroked Hanping's thin face, and slowly tears remained.

Xiao Han'an didn't know when he got to Hanping's side, he took Hanping's hand, but found that his brother's hand was soft, "Brother, brother, I'm Xiao Han'an, brother,"

He shouted Hanping's name, but he couldn't get a word from the latter, he immediately howled and cried, "Wow, my brother ignores Han'an, wow, wow." ”