Chapter 287: "Killing and Shooting"

At this moment, Han Feng, who was in the body of the sword-holding human race, only felt that there was only endless sword intent left in this space, which was issued by the sword-holding human race, from the inside out, from near and far, from the heart and thoughts, the green blade in his hand slid gently, and the next moment, the two demons suddenly felt a strange pain in their necks, and unconsciously reached out to touch it, but unexpectedly, after the hands touched it, it was full of blood, and then the two good heads fell to the ground, and the two demons also died because of this.

"Haha, ha, haha, I never thought that I was chasing the sword intent, but I found nothing, but at this time of death, I suddenly felt something in my heart and learned the sword intent, I don't know if this is fortunate or unfortunate!"

The sword-wielding human race did not have half a minute of happiness because he killed the two demons, but said to himself with a smile alternating bitterness and happiness on the corner of his mouth, "In this case, it is better to leave this sword intent and bequeath it to the descendants of our human race, I hope that one day, my descendants will find, understand, and obtain it, and shine in the battle with the demon clan in the future." With that, the sword-wielding human race merged his middle fingers, and slashed lightly towards a bluestone not far away, without using a sword, but with the sword intent in his heart, he turned into a sword and left his last traces on the bluestone.

"Qing'er, if you have a fate, I hope that you can return peace to your life in the next life!"

The vision was blurred, Han Feng woke up slowly, and unconsciously, a pair of eyes were already red, already moist, and there were traces of tears flowing on his cheeks, looking at the bluestone in front of him, his heart was full of complicated emotions.

Han Feng accidentally crossed the Yunxiao Continent from the earth, and saw Bi Haisheng's inhumane behavior in the modern mountain range and Long Lao let himself personally experience the evil behavior of the demons, for the demons, he already hated it, but it was only so, as an earthling, Han Feng did not have the slightest sense of identity with this place where there was almost no sense of belonging, although he saw that any demon clan was killed, but he did not think about completely exterminating the demon race, everything he pursued was just to return to the earth, so that those murderers who murdered his parents could get the punishment they deserved。

To this day, the heroic deeds of the ancestors of the ancient human race, exchanging their lives for the safety of their descendants, and even leaving the sword intent that he pursued until the last moment when he was dying, in order to be able to bless the descendants of the human race, such great kindness and righteousness deeply touched the depths of Han Feng's soul, and the unprecedented sense of honor exploded at this moment, and it was at this moment that Han Feng completely regarded himself as a member of the Yunxiao Continent, and regarded the demon clan as his lifelong enemy, if he failed to fulfill this wish, the earth, it would not be okay.

"Seniors, your righteousness makes the younger generations sing and cry, and your behavior should be preserved in history, if there is no righteous person like you, the Yunxiao Continent may have already fallen into the hands of the demons, and today here, the younger generations swear that if they do not wipe out the demons, and return the Yunxiao Continent to a bright future, the younger generations are willing to trap the soul in the eighteen layers of hell forever, and taste the eighteen layers of torture. ”

"Today, I have the legacy of my predecessors, and my younger generations will definitely find a good person to give it to you, so that he can complete the unfulfilled wishes of your old man. Han Feng bowed three times, and with a respectful expression, he cut off the Dao mark and placed it in the storage bag.

If it weren't for the fact that he was not good at swords, Han Feng would definitely realize it by himself, but now he could only hope that he could find someone who was good at swords as soon as possible and complete the last instructions of his predecessors.

Got up, pinched his fingers, he was caught in one of the days, hurriedly set off, leaving a piece of jade like a night pearl fifty miles to the east, and then Han Feng took out another piece of the same jade and injected spiritual power into it, and in the next moment, the scene around the jade was revealed, and Han Feng was very satisfied.

And this kind of jade was given by Han Feng when he was in the Snow Riding Mercenary Regiment, but he didn't expect it to come in handy here.

After placing it properly, Han Feng hurriedly ran to the south to place the second monitoring jade, when Han Feng had placed the three places in the south, east and west, it was already a week later, and then only the last north had not been placed, and Han Feng was also about to get up and go.

Within a week, Han Feng took the initiative to fall into the traces of the Dao left by his ancestors many times, and saw more pictures of the ancient battlefield from them, in which the ferocious and vicious deeds of the demon clan made Han Feng's eyes split, and he wished that he could greatly increase his cultivation and immediately wipe out all the demon clans.

However, these were always Han Feng's daydreams, and powerful cultivation was accumulated over time, and no one could achieve it overnight.

On this day, on the way to the north, Han Feng was deeply attracted by an incomparably huge scarlet gun mark, and this shot directly cut off a 10,000-zhang high mountain, and the cut part was as smooth as a knife, as if a 10,000-zhang high mountain was like a piece of paper-paste tofu in front of the gun that caused such a gun mark, which was strangely fragile and could not withstand the power of a shot at all.

And the horror contained in this trace is not far beyond what Han Feng can feel, even if Han Feng is a thousand meters away from him, he can still feel the bloody and violent aura that constantly comes from above, that, it is a kind of majesty that reigns over the world, even if they get along far away, looking at it, Han Feng couldn't help but have the idea of wanting to kneel and worship in his mind, but fortunately, he was restrained in the end.

However, this Dao mark imprint seemed to have a strange magical power, like a seductive beauty that was constantly luring, tempting, and coloring, attracting Han Feng step by step.

The closer he got, the pressure that Han Feng felt became more and more, his bones were clattering, and the huge pressure almost made Han Feng's entire body bones fall apart, even so, it still couldn't stop him from continuing to move forward, and as the distance continued to shrink, Han Feng's pupils gradually turned red, countless bloodshots jumped in the eyeballs, scurrying wildly, and the pupils kept shrinking, as if they were about to disappear.

Not only that, but the surface of Han Feng's body also had scarlet gas surging outward, enveloping Han Feng's entire body, and finally forming a scarlet armor on Han Feng's body, with it, the pressure on Han Feng's body was greatly released, and the pace of progress slowly became faster again.

But even with the help of the armor, the distance of one thousand meters still took Han Feng three days, at this time, Han Feng's expression was serious, but his scarlet eyes were already out of pupils in the constant changes, and he seemed to be calm and confused at the moment, looking at the huge gun mark in front of him, his right hand wrapped in the armor transformed by scarlet gas pressed straight on it.

In an instant, countless violent breaths came from the gun marks, surging into Han Feng's body from all directions, and at the same time, Han Feng also suddenly closed his eyes, opened his arms, and absorbed all these breaths into his body, and with the absorption of the breath, the armor other than the body became more condensed, and there were no other changes.

For three days, Han Feng stood like this without sleep, absorbing the breath from the gun marks, and with Han Feng's absorption, the coercion left by the gun marks was more than half weaker than three days ago, as if it had been absorbed by Han Feng.

Another day, the coercion that spread for thousands of kilometers finally disappeared, and the scarlet gun marks seemed to have lost their spirituality, becoming no different from the marks caused by ordinary spears.

Han Feng then woke up, but he didn't remember anything about what had happened in the past four days, but he couldn't figure out where it came from.