Chapter 304: Uncle De is dead

In the distance, General Tang saw that Han Feng had escaped, and his face had palpitations for a while, but he was also glad that although he had the heart to love talents, his strength was limited, and he could only help here, whether it was life or death, the rest could only rely on himself.

At the same time, Han Feng took this opportunity, and his body also took the opportunity to slide backwards, and before he could stabilize his body, the two poles in his hand pressed the ground again, and his body suddenly stopped.

Immediately, Han Feng turned around at 360 degrees and landed on the ground, half-kneeling on the ground at this moment, a low roar like a beast in the deep mountains kept coming from his throat, but a pair of eyes as calm as water stared at Uncle De, who was full of pain on his face and holding his life.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, how could Han Feng not know this wise saying, and he would not let go of such a good opportunity at this moment.

The frequency of the low roar in his mouth continued to slow down, and as the frequency slowed down to breathing every three seconds, Han Feng suddenly struck, and the whole person turned into a hunter in the forest, and through careful observation all the time, he was ready to give the last blow to the prey, and this prey was naturally Uncle De.

"Boy, you dare!" Although Uncle De has been pulled by the severe pain in his crotch, he has never relaxed his vigilance against Han Feng's every move, and now as soon as Han Feng moved, Uncle De hurriedly shouted angrily, his right hand trembled and picked up the big knife on the ground, held it in front of his chest, bared his teeth, and looked at Han Feng with a look in his eyes eager to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

However, Han Feng turned a deaf ear to everything Uncle De did, and continued to get closer to Uncle De, and when he ran low, he also changed his forward position at all times, flickering left and right, as if he wanted to find the best entry point, and understood Uncle De with one blow, and didn't want to drag it out like this anymore, because he didn't know if anything would happen in the future.

The figure was approaching, less than half a meter away from Uncle De, Han Feng could even see that Uncle De's forehead was overflowing with a slight cold sweat, he didn't expect how tough what he said, but in his heart, he was worried and afraid of becoming like this.

With a tiger leap, Han Feng rose into the air, and the poles in each of his hands were also aimed at Uncle De's ribs and thrust fiercely.

But in the face of Han Feng's threatening actions, Uncle De was not nervous, but overjoyed in his heart, even if he was pierced by Han Feng in the ribs, he would never die immediately, but Han Feng let himself expose a lot of flaws in order to seriously injure himself at the moment, and it was precisely because of these flaws that Uncle De thought that the final victory was his own.

Hurriedly suppressed the pain that was still coming from his crotch, held the knife in both hands, and at the moment Han Feng made a move, he slashed at Han Feng's waist and abdomen at the same time, the corners of Uncle De's mouth were already cracked, and he could even meet Han Feng being cut off by himself, and when the time came, he must be as pitiful and helpless as the spear in his hand.

"Qiang"

The big knife entered the body smoothly, but the smile on the corner of Uncle De's mouth gradually solidified, for no other reason, the big knife was only cut into three inches and was stuck, and he couldn't go any further, only then did Uncle De regain his senses and noticed Han Feng's treacherous eyes, his heart sank, and he murmured, 'It's over'.

At the same time, Han Feng's shout also called Uncle De from his trance, "The old dog is dead!"

The two poles in Han Feng's hand were inserted into Uncle De's two ribs at the same time, but they were not inserted into Uncle De's big knife like Han Feng's body was only inserted into three inches, but they went straight through, and the two poles were exposed from the other end, drenched in blood, with fragments of internal organs, and people couldn't help but want to be disgusted when they saw it.

"Are you deliberately exposing your flaws to the old man?" Uncle De laughed miserably, suddenly feeling that his skills were inferior, and he also carried the back waves of the Yangtze River to push the front waves, and slapped the front waves on the beach.

"It's not too late for you to understand, let alone you, even if the Great Perfection of the Body Refining is a blow, it may not be able to cut off Ben Shao's body. Han Feng replied to Uncle De without hesitation, as if for Uncle De's death, so as to give him some warning to show that he could have some comfort on Huangquan Road.

"By the way, the old man has never understood one thing, are you a monk or not?" Uncle De wanted to know if Han Feng was a monk when he was dying, although the other party had seen through his cultivation at the beginning, but he had never used the slightest spiritual power during the battle, although the opponent's physical strength was indeed strong, but it was not without a chance to break through, but because of his own carelessness, he made the monk of the seventh layer of his body refining defeat him, which was not a shame.

"It should be!" Han Feng slapped Uncle De's head with a palm, and in the next moment, Uncle De's old head instantly turned into meat paste under Han Feng's full palm, and Uncle De's vitality was completely gone.

At the same moment, Han Feng closed his eyes, and a more condensed killing blood was absorbed by himself from Uncle De's body, repairing the dantian, I have to say that the killing blood condensed in the monk's body was very different from the killing blood condensed in the mortal's body.

The killing blood on Uncle De's body that was absorbed into Han Feng's body was the size of a thumbnail, and the effect produced in the dantian was much better than the killing blood condensed in the mortal body, and the damaged inner wall of the dantian was frantically repaired under the action of the killing blood, and the strength of the repair was so strong that Han Feng could not control the excitement in his heart.

After a cup of tea, Han Feng opened his eyes leisurely, and it was difficult to hide the joy in his eyes, his dantian had really been completely repaired, and there were signs of further improvement.

Now his dantian is like a large water tank that has been repaired, although it has been repaired as before, but it still needs to be continuously poured into it to make the entire large water tank full, and these things are not in a hurry, and they can be replenished in the future by absorbing spiritual stones or spiritual power in the air.

However, apart from knowing that the Killing Blood could repair the injuries on his body, Han Feng didn't know if there was any other use, maybe he would have the opportunity to figure out the true effect of the Killing Blood in the future.

He took the storage bag on Uncle De's waist, although the spiritual power in his body had not recovered much, he could still do it just by opening the storage bag, and the soul mark on Uncle De's storage bag also disappeared the moment he died, so Han Feng didn't need to waste energy on it.

It's a pity that the things stored in the storage bag made Han Feng scoff, and he thought that there would be some good things in it, but he didn't expect that even the lower grade spirit stones were only a few hundred, and the other items were missing, even if there were, it was the most inferior, and the degree of poverty was really beyond Han Feng's imagination.

However, there was a scroll made of ancient parchment that caught Han Feng's attention, but Han Feng didn't check the scroll first, but withdrew his mind and walked towards General Tang, who was still evacuating the crowd.