The sparks burst out and scorched through the clothes of Han Sanjiang, but they couldn't hurt the flesh and skin.

The cold sharp blade pierced through his palm and pierced into Lin Wu's arm, bleeding all over the ground.

"You...... How can you hurt me? I don't believe ......"

Lin Wu was angry and unwilling, and his voice did not fall. The moment the long sword was withdrawn, the cold light flashed again, and before he had time to feel the pain, his arm flew out of his body.

"Uhhhh My hand...... You...... You little brute, you don't have to die well. ”

He knew that Han Sanjiang was not weak, but he never thought that he would be so strong. is also a congenital realm of the six heavens, cultivating by himself, while he cultivates martial arts. You don't deserve to be defeated. It shouldn't have been so easy.

"You're going to die!" The sword pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and Han Sanjiang said softly, but it made Lin Wu's whole body tremble with fright.

No one thought that Lin Wu would be defeated so easily. The guests who left the desert did not forget to shout: "Oh my God, the evil in the Hansanjiang is crazy!" ”

Everyone couldn't explain why Han Sanjiang was so strong, and they could only explain it with the evil spirit.

Holding the severed arm that was constantly spurting blood, Lin Wu kept retreating and prayed: "Don't kill me, I don't want Xue'er." I don't want it! Take her away! Please don't kill me. ”

Hundreds of people in the Lin family were so frightened that they cowered in the corner. Don't dare to act rashly, the sword in Han Sanjiang's hand has become a lingering shadow for them.

A different color flashed in his eyes, and Lin Wu suddenly attacked again. That intact right hand, the ice trick was punched. This ordinary high-level spell is enough to freeze a living creature in an instant.

He thought that if he was fast enough, he would be able to come back from defeat to victory. Who expected Han Sanjiang to be faster, the blade of the sword moved, and his right hand also left his body.

With horror on his face, Lin Wu was already desperate. He smelled death.

As soon as his legs went limp, he knelt on the ground and said, "Don't ...... Don't kill me, please! ”

I thought of a siege I participated in more than ten years ago, and then looked at the young man in front of me with strong killing intent. He understood something, trembled, and said, "Don't ...... Don't kill me, my father was not killed by me, it was your uncle, your uncle planned it, he wanted to take the position of the head of the family and kill your father. I...... I only helped him a little bit - you can't kill me, my son is a disciple of Qingyun Sect. ”

Xiaoxue stood in place, covering her lips with her hands. She has been in the Han family for more than ten years, and such a horrific thing has happened.

Lin Wu's trembling voice poured into Han Sanjiang's ears like a magic sound, eroding his reason. There was no abnormality on Han Sanjiang's face, and his heart was already overturned. He whispered, "You damn it! ”

With a swing of the sword, a fresh human head rolled to the ground.

Yes! The Lin family screamed. "The head of the house is dead!"

A cold gaze swept around, and killing thoughts surged in Han Sanjiang's heart. Don't even think about leaving. Not only for Xiaoxue, but also for his father.

The viscous blood soaked the red carpet, but in a moment, none of the hundreds of people in the Lin family escaped from under the Han Sanjiang sword. There were no screams that were too intense, only the snorting of the blade piercing through the flesh.

Outside the Lin family, a lot of people gathered. Timidly listened to the sound inside, but did not dare to reach out to look.

When everything was quiet, Han Sanjiang walked out of the gate of the Lin family with Xiaoxue covered in blood.

Everyone exclaimed: "Isn't this the kid from the Han family?" What happened to the Lin family? ”

Xue Dazhuang was panting and running, and when he saw that Han Sanjiang was bloody, he was immediately startled.

"Sanjiang, you...... You okay! ”

Han Sanjiang walked by, as indifferent as ever. He didn't want to say more.

The crowd automatically made way for Han Sanjiang, and when Han Sanjiang was far away, they dared to look at the Lin family.

Suddenly, everyone gasped. Up and down the Lin family, no one survived.

Holding Xiaoxue, he walked towards the Han family's mansion. Han Sanjiang didn't plan to come back, but after hearing what Lin Wu said, he changed his mind. He had to go back, at least to make his father under the Nine Springs blind.

Xiaoxue's cheeks were crimson, and the previous blood couldn't hide the happiness on her face at the moment. She had long wanted to stick to his arms like this. I secretly said in my heart: He is such a cold person, but his chest is so warm.

However, the happiness on Xiao Xue's face came to an abrupt end after seeing the sparkle in Han Sanjiang's eyes.

Han Sanjiang remembered that when he was three years old, he had also participated in the clan meeting, and he staggered into the arms of his parents, reaching out to his parents to ask for gifts. Father teased the small Han Sanjiang and smiled kindly: "Sanjiang is good, next year, my father will give you the sharpest sword in the world!" ”

The mother knocked on the father as if complaining: "What kind of sword do children play with, do you think about the cold iron of the Demon Beast Mountain again?" ”

For more than ten years, the warmth of that moment was frozen in Han Sanjiang's mind.

"The child is not filial, and now he has an epiphany. Under the nine springs, you are blind. Han Sanjiang muttered to himself, the corners of his eyes still slithering out.

……

Leaving Xiaoxue to Xue Dazhuang to take care of, Han Sanjiang carried his sword and headed towards the Han family altar, where the clan meeting would be held every year.

At this moment, the Han family is the annual clan meeting, and the disciples of the younger generation receive the New Year's gifts that have been prepared from their fathers, and then show the results of a year's cultivation.

"I'm doing well!" Han Zhengde, the head of the Han family, looked at his son Han Sanqiu with a satisfied face, and handed over a long sword to his son: "At the age of eighteen, there are four heavenly cultivations, and this cold iron is given to you by your father today, and you have to use it well." ”

The people of the Quartet looked at the sword and remembered the desperate face of the woman who had returned home with the child on her back and the cold iron many years ago.

"Thank you, Dad!" Han Sanqiu's face was full of pride: "The clan meeting has begun, Dad, the child will go first." ”

The clan meeting began, and he couldn't wait to keep all his peers down. In order to inherit his father's patriarchship in the future, he established his prestige.

On the path of cultivation, the innate realm is the beginning; The realm of the apocalypse shows the physique. Then the incarnation, concentration, nirvana, and sanctification, each realm is divided into nine levels.

Sanjiang Town is located in a remote area, and there is a lack of spiritual sources in heaven and earth. It is very rare to be able to break through to the innate realm at the age of eighteen.

On the altar martial arts field, Han Sanqiu showed his might, and those who came were defeated. The four heavenly cultivations of the Innate Realm made him proud enough to be in the field and despise everything.

"Whoever else wants to challenge, just come up."

The four people said timidly: "The four heavens of the innate realm, only a fool went up to find a fight?" ”

"Anyway, this Sanqiu young master is really talented, he has such cultivation at the age of eighteen, it's amazing, it's amazing! My Han family has a promising future! ”

"Come to think of it, that kid has been in front of the tomb for three years, and I don't know how much I have grown."

……

Boom~

As he spoke, the sound of a sword slicing through the floor tiles was heard. Outside the field, Han Sanjiang, who was dressed in bright red, walked slowly.

Under the cold eyes, the red lips opened slightly: "I'll challenge you." ”

All eyes shot at the ground.

"It's him, how did he come back?"

"Tsk! Bloody and smoking. Who's going to kick him out! ”

"What is he here for, who is he challenging? Let's get hot! Go back and guard your grave, it's an eyesore! The eldest person, Young Master Sanqiu, is one year old, how can it be so obvious when he is cultivating it? ”

These people don't really hate Han Sanjiang, just because their indifferent expressions make people unhappy, and the head of the family hates him, and everyone can only be vassals and disgusted with him.

There was no response, and Han Sanjiang walked up to the martial arts arena with his sword. In front of everyone's eyes, the bloody blade pointed directly at Han Sanqiu, and his tired eyes suddenly opened.

Revenge, from now on!