"Yikes!"

"Stop, damn bad guy!"

Suddenly, a hoarse shout rang out.

A white figure hurried towards the masked man.

"Xiao Chen, you shouldn't have come!"

Han Ling opened his eyes, of course he could hear whose voice it was, and said helplessly.

"Look for death!"

The masked man snorted again.

turned around and met Han Chen's fist with a punch.

"Die! Die! ”

Han Chen cried and screamed.

Seeing Han Ling's half-dead appearance, Han Chen suddenly burst into tears and fell into madness.

Both fists smashed out desperately without any scruples.

The first punch collided, and the masked man felt a huge force hit his fist.

He was shocked and his fists tingled.

This was followed by a second punch, a third punch......

The masked man was more and more frightened the more he fought.

Is this the power that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old can have?

Just by relying on his physical strength, he was overwhelmed by a strong fighting spirit.

Tamad, what's this called?!

The masked man was also angry.

Being pressed and beaten by a little kid as soon as he comes up, this is simply a slap in the face!

The masked man immediately urged his fist to fight and shouted, "Get out!" ”

The fist slammed into Han Chen with an earthy yellow fighting aura.

"Bang!"

The fists collided, and Han Chen was undoubtedly knocked down and flew out of several meters before hitting the ground.

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and the fist was also a blur of flesh and blood.

Han Chen didn't care at all, he came to Han Ling's side in a few steps and asked:

"Brother, are you alright?"

Han Ling didn't answer, frowned and said:

"Xiaochen, you shouldn't have come, what about my father?"

"Dead, all dead!"

Han Chen cried again as he spoke.

"Xiao Chen, we must avenge this revenge!"

Han Ling clenched his teeth and said.

Both fists are clenched, and the tips of the fingers are embedded in the flesh of the palms of the hands.

"Yes, you must repay it, blood debt and blood repayment!"

Han Chen also clenched his teeth.

Looking at the masked man, his eyes were cold.

But it made Han Ling all the back.

What a scary look!

"Xiao Chen, this revenge will be handed over to you to avenge."

"You go quickly, I'll help you stop him."

Han Ling struggled to stand up as he spoke.

"No, let's go together!"

"Die to die!"

"Xiao Chen will never leave his brother behind!"

"This person, I'll kill him!"

Han Chen gently held Han Ling down.

Stand up and stand opposite the masked man, staring at each other.

Han Chen stared at the masked man coldly.

A cold aura emanated from his body, making Han Ling behind him shiver.

"You're going to die!"

Han Chen said coldly.

The masked man's eyes looked at Han Chen with an inexplicable trace of fear.

A teenager who is not a fighter makes a fighting spirit powerhouse fearful.

It's just a joke.

However, the masked man is experiencing this absurdity and ridiculousness at the moment.

"Wow!"

The masked man finally couldn't take it anymore.

He screamed to dilute the fear and embolden himself.

Immediately, he urged his fighting qi to wrap his fists and strode towards Han Chen.

Han Chen was unmoved, standing proudly on the Sword Saint Cliff, the wind could not blow.

Han Ling looked at Han Chen's straight back, as if he was the god who stood on the top of the heavens and the earth.

"Xiao Chen, this is the real you, right?"

"I've always known that there's incredible energy and potential within you."

"Let the entire Douqi Continent tremble for you!"

Han Chen moved, and his skinny fist resolutely met it.

Punch after punch!

A punch is faster than a punch!

One punch is harder than another!

Han Chen's momentum actually climbed in that punch swing.

"Split Mountain Fist!"

Han Chen shouted.

The fist slammed into the masked man's earthy yellow fist with a slight white light.

Han Chen actually turned the "Splitting Mountain Palm" into a "Splitting Mountain Fist" to use.

Before the two fists collided, the masked man heard something that made him panic.

"I know you!"

Han Chen said.

Immediately, his fists collided, his heart fluttered, and the masked man with a split breath was actually blown away by Han Chen.

"Is this true?"

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, Han Ling couldn't believe it.

A fourteen-year-old boy who was only an eight-stage fighting spirit was actually blasting a fighting spirit powerhouse away.

It's just a joke.

Or rather, it's a miracle!

"Who are you?"

Han Chen shouted.

He had just had a hint of it.

Who knew that when I tried it, the other party was panicked and lost his mind.

This proves that the person in front of him is someone he knows.

Who could it be?

The masked man was also relieved when he heard Han Chen ask this.

But there is also a hint of worry.

Either way, today, these two brothers must die!

The masked man flicked his right hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

"Boy, if you can let me use this sword, you will still be honored even if you die."

"Die!"

The masked man's long sword danced, and the fighting energy in his body surged out.

As the long sword danced, the energy between heaven and earth slowly converged towards the blade of the long sword.

The masked man's momentum is also gradually rising.

Han Chen was also shocked when he saw that the other party was so imposing and offensive.

He knew that this sword was not something he could resist.

But he couldn't move, not even to escape.

The other party's momentum was completely locked on him, so that he couldn't move, and he was in a cold sweat.

"Are you going to die?"

"It's nice to be able to die with my brother."

"Father, Xiao Chen can't avenge you!"

"It's just that I haven't seen Sister Yue again!"

"This momentum, this is a ground-level fighting skill!"

"God, is this the true strength of a Dou Ling powerhouse?"

Han Shi was also shocked when he saw this.

"Xiao Chen, get out of the way!"

The sword in the masked man's hand stabbed straight at Han Chen with an indomitable momentum.

However, at the moment when the sword was about to stab Han Chen.

Han Ling rushed up, hugged Han Chen, turned around, and stabbed his vest with a sword.

Under the influence of the sword, the brothers flew back to the edge of the cliff.

"Brother, thank you, let's die together."

Han Chen was not surprised by Han Ling's actions, only moved.

He smiled rarely.

"Xiaochen, if you can live, help me tell Sister Yue that I love her."

"It's not the kind of love that a brother has for his sister."

Han Ling smiled bitterly.

Then, without waiting for Han Chen to agree, he pushed Han Chen off the thousand-zhang high Sword Saint Cliff with both hands.

……

Black Sand Domain, deep in the Endless Forest, in the north area of Roland Academy, on the fifth floor of the Earth Incineration Qi Tower.

A stunning woman in a silver robe and full of silver hair sat cross-legged.

Heart fire poured into her body continuously, condensing the fighting energy in her body.

It was the leader of the "Ling" organization in the inner courtyard of Roland Academy, Han Yue.

Suddenly, Han Yue's fighting qi in her body stagnated, and her entire person's aura became extremely disordered.

Her jade hand covered her chest, and her delicate face turned pale.

In the room where Han Yue was, several other inner courtyard students also noticed her abnormality.

One of the men, who had long been in love with Han Yue, hurriedly stepped forward to offer his affection and asked with concern:

"Senior Sister Han Yue, are you okay?"

"It's okay, thank you seniors for your concern."

Han Yue didn't seem to feel any concern for the man, and her face was still flat and cold.

Seeing Han Yue's reaction, the man had to reluctantly retreat to his position.

Han Yue's cold eyes were a little more worried at this time.

His eyes were fixed on the front, as if to see through the walls of the tower.

The gaze continues to a distant place:

"Xiao Ling, Xiao Chen, is that you?"

"You must not have any problems!"

"Wait, wait a few more years, and I'll be back to see you right away."

Han Yue's expression was still cold.

But there were a few crystal tears in the corners of his eyes.

……

The night breeze blows, and the moon hangs high.

The Sword Saint Cliff was still empty, as if nothing had happened.

Thousands of feet below the top of the cliff is a rushing river.

It winds thousands of meters forward, but it flows into the ground and into the dark river.

At one corner of the river, there is a canyon.

Unknown tall trees grow in the valley, and colorful mushrooms and other mushrooms grow on their roots.

At this moment, in the grass under a large tree, there was a silver-haired teenager.

The boy was in rags and had abrasions all over his body.

Blood flowed out, like a bloody man.

The fists were even more flesh and blood, and the white bones were faintly visible.

Under the moonlight, the young man's face was clearly visible.

The bridge of the nose is straight, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

It's just that his eyes are dead and gloomy.

But it was that Han Chen.

"Dead, all dead."

Han Chen's lips trembled and he muttered to himself.

"My father is dead, my brother is dead, why am I still alive."

"Why don't you let me die, why!"

"Woo woo, Sister Yue, I'm so uncomfortable."

"Why have you been out for so long and haven't come back?"

"Do you know that Xiaochen is so uncomfortable, woo woo......"

"Xiaochen, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, Han Chen heard a voice he had dreamed of.

The sound was heavenly.

Han Chen opened his heavy eyes.

I saw that under the big tree in front of me, in the moonlight, a woman was wearing a moon-white robe with a silver-white belt around her waist, as if a fairy had descended to earth.

That beautiful face can captivate the city and the country.

"Sister Yue!"

Han Chen's body, which was scarred, painful, weak, and unable to move, seemed to have improved a lot.

He sat up with his hands on the ground.

Seeing this, Han Yue hurriedly stepped forward to support Han Chen and let him lean into his arms.

Han Chen wrapped his hands tightly around Han Yue's waist, his face pressed against Han Yue's chest.

Mixed with cries and constant shouting:

"Sister Moon, Sister Moon......"

Han Chen only felt that Han Yue's body was faintly fragrant, enveloping his whole body.

It was as if he had returned to his mother's arms.

The pain in my whole body gradually disappeared.

He felt his body relax, and a feeling of unprecedented comfort swept over his body.

He forgot the pain, forgot the hatred, and gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Xiao Chen, we must avenge this revenge!"

Just as Han Chen was about to fall into a deep sleep, a low roar sounded.

Full of hatred, full of unwillingness.

"Brother!"

Han Chen opened his eyes and found that he was still lying alone in the grass.

Where is there any Sister Yue.

There was only Han Ling, who was dressed in a tattered black robe, covered in blood, and wounded all over his body.