"I'm going to find my brother."

"You also heard it just now, the man in black said that my brother is not in the mansion either."

"I have to find him!"

"It's inconvenient for the two of us to be together, and I'm not worried about you."

"So, listen, take this ring and go to the imperial capital as soon as possible."

"Be careful on the road, it's best not to use your real identity."

"Also, before entering the imperial capital, inquire about the situation of the Han family's branch, just in case."

Listening to Han Chen's advice, he cared about himself in his tone.

Han Jing's heart was full of joy and emotion, so she had to nod her head and agree.

It's just that the pear blossom brought the rain and asked with anticipation:

"Han Chen, you're going to come to the imperial capital to find me, right?"

"Are you bothered?"

"Women are trouble, you're crying!"

Han Chen pretended to be disgusted.

"My sister is also a woman."

Han Jing retorted.

She knew that Han Yue was Han Chen's death hole.

"It's different."

"My sister is a woman, and you are a stinky woman."

"Stinky woman, get out of here!"

"Then I'm leaving."

Han Jing was not angry at Han Chen's evil words.

It's just a little resentful and reluctant.

Long time:

"Han Chen, can you hug me?"

"Just a moment."

"Damn!"

"If you want to eat my tofu, just say it, and use the excuse of hugging before parting?"

Han Chen said impatiently.

But he took a step forward and opened his arms to wrap Han Jing's petite and weak body into his arms.

Just when Han Jing was intoxicated, Han Chen pushed her away.

"Alright, you can fuck off."

"Be careful on the road."

"By the way, remember, my brother and I both died in this massacre."

"Don't tell anyone about our lives."

"Remember, it's anyone!"

Han Jing glanced at Han Chen deeply.

It was as if he wanted to engrave his appearance in his eyes.

After a long time, Fang nodded.

Reluctantly, he left in three steps and one by one.

Han Jing was not a stupid person, so she naturally understood the meaning of Han Chen's last sentence.

Since revenge is to be done, it is natural to do it in secret in order to be surprised.

Watching Han Jing leave, Han Chen suddenly sat down on the ground.

His face was pale and bloodless, his chest was heaving, and he was panting.

At the same time, the mouth kept saying:

"Dead, all dead, all dead......"

Then the tears flowed down her face.

At this moment, Han Chen also collapsed.

After all, he was just a fourteen-year-old boy.

experienced a horrific and bloody and tragic annihilation.

Watching one by one live people die.

The desperate eyes and expressions made Han Chen feel terrified.

Bear the grief and fear of the tragic death of his father, the killing of his clansmen, and the disappearance of his brother.

Han Chen wanted to protect Han Jing and protect himself.

After that, he was even more helpless to face a strong man who could kill his father.

It was not easy for a fourteen-year-old boy to face a strong man who was at least a high-level Dou Huang.

Han Chen wanted to go toe-for-tat with him and seek a chance to survive.

That gambling remark seems light, but it is thrilling!

If you make the slightest mistake, you will die without a place to be buried!

Han Chen was indeed gambling.

Gambling on life is not only about gambling on the ten-year period.

From the moment he stepped out of the bushes, he had already started gambling.

Gambling with your own life.

He bet that the other party is a pretentious, arrogant, and above-the-top person.

Every word he says can lead to death.

It's just that he can only gamble.

If you don't gamble, you're dead!

He can't die right now.

The revenge of killing his father, the revenge of destroying the door, the disappearance of his brother, and Han Jing's life.

and the chance to see Han Yue's sister again.

For all of this, he could not die.

During the period, there was a slight mistake in the judgment of the man in purple, and he was killed on the spot.

His nerves were tense all the time.

For the expression, breath, and small movements of the man in purple, any tiny point.

He observes, thinks, and judges.

It can be said that every second is a life-and-death decision.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he walked on the brink of death a few times.

He's dancing on top of Death's scythe.

He got the bet right and won the bet in exchange for ten years.

Why not twenty years?

Perhaps anyone would have gladly agreed when the man in purple said that he would give him an extra ten years.

But Han Chen knew that it was just a test of himself.

If you agree, it is the result of death.

The man in purple is an arrogant person, how can he gamble with someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death?

After that, Han Chen had to pretend to argue with Han Jing again.

In order to relax her mind and alleviate her fear.

Finally Han Jing left, and his tense heartstrings were also loosened.

Weak and sweating profusely.

After a long time, Han Chen adjusted his breath and regained some strength.

wiped away his tears, stood up, and ran towards the Sword Saint Cliff.

He had an intuition that his elder brother Han Ling was in that Sword Saint Cliff.

It's a feeling of indescribability and incomprehension.

Maybe it's the wonderful telepathy between brothers.

……

"Who are you?"

"Why do you want to destroy my Han family?"

On the Sword Saint Cliff, a young man in a black robe stood in the wind.

The long black hair fluttering in the wind was none other than Han Ling.

At this moment, his face was cold and cold.

"Who?"

"The man who killed you!"

"As for the reason, you go to hell and ask your old man to go!"

Opposite Han Ling, a masked man who was also dressed in a black robe, his voice was yin and yang, and it was very ugly.

It seems to be masking its original sound.

The masked man let out a shout and rushed towards Han Ling with great strides.

casually smashed down with a punch with the sound of breaking wind.

Han Ling knew that he couldn't fight the other party, so he had to dodge sideways.

The masked man then lifted one leg.

A sharp kick was made to Han Ling's head.

Han Ling was helpless, stepped on the ground with both feet, and then jumped up and flashed a kick.

The masked man was overjoyed.

With a cold snort, he strode forward.

A pair of huge fists smashed towards Han Ling, who was still in the air, and turned into a fist shadow in the sky.

Han Ling is already unavoidable.

At the age of fourteen, his cultivation speed was extremely fast, but he lacked actual combat experience.

Gritting his teeth, Han Ling urged the fiery red fighting qi in his body, which gradually gathered on the palm of his hand.

"Cracked Mountain Palm!"

The palms met the masked man's fists with a red glow.

The fists and palms intersected, making a piercing sonic boom.

Han Ling flew upside down for more than ten meters before he landed.

The throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The masked man, on the other hand, only took a step back.

One uses fighting skills, and the other simply relies on the flesh to swing his fists.

One flew upside down for more than ten meters and spurted blood, and the other took a step back and was unhindered.

Strong or weak, high and low judgment.

"Hey, hey, the little guy is good."

"At a young age, he is already a four-star fighter."

"It's just a pity you're going to die."

"Haha, it seems to be a great sense of accomplishment to strangle a genius in the cradle!"

The masked man laughed maniacally.

There is no consciousness of bullying the small with the big and the weak with the strong.

No, this world is inherently unfair, it is a world of the jungle.

You are weak and dead, and you are also resentful.

"Ahem."

Han Ling coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Slowly stood up and said coldly:

"Even if you die, I'm going to make you drop a few pieces of meat."

"Let you know that the Han family is not easy to mess with!"

"None of the children of the Han family are misbreeders and cowards!"

Han Ling mobilized the fighting energy in his body, and gradually formed a fiery red gauze on the surface of his body.

It is the symbol of the fighting master - the fighting spirit yarn.

"Hmph, I can't do it."

"Fighting spirit?"

"It's not bullshit in my eyes!"

The masked man didn't care about Han Ling's cruel words and the vindictive sari on his body, and said nonchalantly.

Han Ling walked towards the masked man step by step, exuding a fiery and violent momentum from his body, and even the temperature of the surrounding air was affected by it.

"One move is life and death!"

Han Ling said coldly and lightly.

His hands were constantly forming various handprints in front of him, and the fighting energy in his body was running wildly.

In the body, through specific meridian routes, it flows to the palms of both hands.

Seeing this, the masked man also had a solemn look on his face, but he did not panic.

The tiger's body shook, prompting the fighting spirit in the body.

The earthy yellow fighting qi continued to pour out of the body.

It was actually around its right arm that gradually condensed into a lifelike fighting tiger.

Dou Qi transforms into shape, the sign of the strong Dou Ling!

"Hehe, boy, it's also your honor to die under my trick."

The masked man sneered hideously.

Han Ling ignored the masked man's remarks and attacks.

The palm of the hand is constantly changing the knot.

Gradually, in front of his chest, a fiery red ball of Dou Qi energy appeared.

"This, how is this possible?!"

The masked man was shocked when he saw this.

Han Ling is clearly just a fighting master, which can be known from the fighting spirit on his body.

But now a ball of Dou Qi energy appeared in front of him.

This is clearly a vindictive release, and only the great fighter can do it!

"Die!"

"Red Flame Break!"

Han Ling suddenly shouted.

With both hands, he controlled the fiery red ball of Douqi energy and rushed towards the masked man.

Seeing this, the masked man couldn't help but think about anything.

It's also a shout.

"Rock Tiger Break!"

With a swing of his right fist, the earthy yellow Dou Qi Tiger condensed by the Dou Qi quickly rushed out, heading straight for the fiery red energy ball.

"Bang!" There was a loud crash of energy.

Earthy yellow and fiery red are full of fighting spirit.

The energy of the fighting spirit diffuses from the center of the collision like water waves, bringing up a whirlwind of energy.

For a while, the sky was full of dust.

After a long time, the sand and dust gradually dispersed.

I saw Han Ling slumped to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth.

The clothes on his body were all in tatters.

The flesh inside the clothes was even more fleshy, and the blood flowed, which was extremely embarrassing and tragic.

The masked man, on the other hand, was still standing.

It's just a dozen steps after the original location.

The upper body clothes are also a little messy and tattered.

His hair was scattered, his chest was heaving, and his coarse wheezing was incessant.

But compared to Han Linglai, it is much better.

"Hmph, eat my trick Rock Tiger to break the army, but you can not die."

"It's worthy of the first day of the Han family."

"But that's the end of your day."

The masked man snorted coldly.

As he spoke, he walked towards Han Ling with a cold look.

Han Ling quietly closed his eyes and said in his heart:

After all, is it still going to die?

Father, Xiaochen, are you still alive?

Don't be fine.

Sister, it's a pity that I didn't see you again until I died.

I'm still not strong enough!

Damn it!