Chen Feng spread out his palm, the golden light in his palm flashed, and a golden sword shadow condensed out.

This is the sword shadow that he condensed with aura after cultivating the "Invincible Sword Emperor Technique" for a little success.

This exercise is passed down by the sword.

Chen Feng grasped his five fingers, grabbed the sword shadow, and his figure flashed, like a ghost, appearing in front of Qian Hesheng and Qian Zihao.

"Poof!"

"Ah!!h

The shadow of the sword dances!

Blood Shoot!

Screaming and screaming!

Tens of seconds later, the room was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

Blood stains, like the colors of Van Gogh's brush by the Impressionist master, smeared all over the floor, walls, and cabinets.

In a pool of blood, there were two bloody people.

Qian Hesheng, Qian Zihao, father and son, all the meridians of their hands and feet were broken, and their faces were densely covered with sword marks, becoming monster-like existences.

However, they did not die, they still breathed.

"Tell me, who is the sword servant, why did she take you to slaughter my Chen family?

If I am satisfied with the answer, I can give you a good time, otherwise, I will sink into the river with an oxygen tank on my back. Chen Feng said in a cold tone.

"I ...... I only know that the swordsman is from Longdu, and I don't know anything else. ”

Qian Hesheng said intermittently, bitterly.

Chen Feng grinned, and the smile was terrifying: "I am very dissatisfied with this answer, Shen Jiang!"

"You...... You're a demon!!" Qian Hesheng protested in despair.

"Haha, demon?"

Chen Feng laughed wildly and said, "Today, I turned into a demon, and I want to thank you very much!"

Chen Feng ...... This matter is none of my business, it was my father who slaughtered the Chen family, and there is a debtor and a debtor, if you want to kill him, kill him...... Spare me a dog's life!"

When Qian Zihao heard this, he begged for mercy.

Qian Hesheng, who was on the side, heard his son's words and vomited three liters of blood.

......

In the dead of night, under the dim light of the Beijiang Bridge, the cameras used to monitor the condition of the bridge deck were suddenly covered with a layer of heavy fog.

At this time, a tall and thin figure, holding two things in both hands, walked to the center of the bridge, outside the guardrail.

The person who came was Chen Feng, and he was carrying two blood-drenched people in his hands, Qian Hesheng and Qian Zihao, father and son.

They carry oxygen tanks on their backs.

The river wind was cold, and the hunting sounded.

Chen Feng looked down at the rolling river under the bridge, remembering the scene when he was sunk by the river six years ago, and his eyes were cold.

That night, he was unwilling, desperate, and miserable......

"Qian Hesheng, don't you like to let people carry oxygen tanks on their backs to sink into the river?"

The corners of Chen Feng's mouth curled slightly, outlining a cold smile, and said, "Then tonight, let your son accompany you to Shenjiang, and let you experience how I felt six years ago!"

"Demon, swordman...... I won't let you go. Qian He, who was wearing an oxygen mask, called out weakly.

Chen Feng ignored it and threw it away.

The bodies of the Qian father and son, like two bags of garbage, were thrown out of the bridge by Chen Feng, and with two "poofs", they submerged in the river and were swallowed by the river.

Chen Feng sat down cross-legged, his divine thoughts were released, and he submerged into the river, firmly locking on the Qian father and son.

The two of them were covered with wounds, eroded by the river, and if there were tens of thousands of ants biting, the pain in their hearts made the muscles on their faces twisted, and they desperately wanted to struggle, but all the tendons and veins in their hands and feet were broken......

An hour later.

Chen Feng jumped into the Beijiang River.

Soon, he carried two black plastic bags and came out of the water, without a drop of water on his body.

Chen Feng stepped on the surface of the river, as if he were walking on the ground, and walked towards the shore step by step.

......

The Beijiang Cemetery in the early hours of the morning is gloomy and full of people.

Chen Feng carried a black plastic bag, walked through the narrow boulevard, came to an unknown tombstone at the corner, and stopped.

This tombstone belongs to his parents!

Who would have thought that Chen Zhenguo, the head of the Chen family, the once famous family in Beijiang, and his wife would actually bury their bones in this remote place!

After the five masters rescued Chen Feng, he returned to Beijiang once, and with the help of the master, he found the bodies of the two elders and buried them here!

Worried about the destruction of the enemy, he didn't even dare to engrave the epitaph!

Chen Feng looked at the nameless tombstone, his eyes were full of pain and longing, and his mind unconsciously appeared with the bits and pieces of the past he experienced with his parents......

At this moment, those warm and beautiful pictures are like a sharp knife, stabbing him in the heart, and the heartache is inexplicable!

Poof!

Chen Feng knelt down.

"Mom and Dad......"

As soon as he whispered these two words, tears welled up in his eyes, and the next words could not be continued.

The boy has tears and doesn't flick, but he hasn't reached the sad place!

At this moment, Chen Feng is no longer the "demon" who is magical, arrogant and uninhibited, and has all the means to deal with the enemy, but he is just a child who has lost his parents and misses them!

After a while, Chen Feng stopped his tears of sadness and whispered to the tombstone: "Parents, please forgive the unfilial son, I haven't come to see you for so many years, and I haven't swept your grave......"

After burying his parents, five masters taught him the skills, and in order to allow him to concentrate on his practice, he was not allowed to return to Bac Giang, so he did not sweep the tomb.

Chen Feng talked to his parents for a long time before standing up.

He stretched out his hands and swept away the thick fallen leaves from the grave.

Then, from the Bagua canvas bag, take out a white towel and a bottle of mineral water, wet the towel, and carefully and patiently wipe them on the tombstone.

When the tombstone became as smooth as new, Chen Feng stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Feng's hands condensed into the shape of sword fingers, his fingertips flickered slightly, and he used his fingers as pens to engrave them on the tombstone.

Soon, there was an epitaph on the tombstone.

"The knotweed, the bandit.

Mourn my parents, give birth to me, and work hard.

......

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me.

Raise me and raise me, take care of me, take care of me, and go in and out of my ......"

Finally, there is the name of the parents.

Words cry blood!

Chen Feng returned with a shocking spell, and he was not afraid of the enemy, if they dared to destroy it, they would definitely break the enemy's corpse into pieces.

Then, Chen Feng placed the two plastic bags in front of the tombstone, opened them, and a strong smell of blood came out.

Inside were two blood-drenched heads, with hideous faces and faintly white skin soaked in water.

It is the head of Qian Hesheng and Qian Zihao's father and son.

After they died at the bottom of the river, Chen Feng went down and cut off the heads of the two with his own hands.

"Mom and Dad, this is one of the culprits who slaughtered my Chen Family Villa back then, Qian Hesheng and his son Qian Zihao.

This is just the beginning, and the next child will definitely cut off the heads of all the culprits involved in the massacre of Chen's Villa and send them to the tomb of the second elder to pay tribute to the second elder. Chen Feng said murderously.

The words are sonorous!

The following time, he sat cross-legged in front of the grave and told his parents about his experiences over the years.

Chen Feng knew that his parents in Heaven would definitely be able to hear it.

He babbled alone for more than an hour before he stopped talking.

At this time, Chen Feng sensed the bottleneck that had previously imprisoned his cultivation for promotion, and suddenly felt loosened.

The masters said that he had too many fetters in his heart, and if he didn't get obsessed with it, his state of mind would not be able to improve, and it would be difficult for him to break through his cultivation.

This is also one of the reasons why Chen Feng went down the mountain.

He thought about it, maybe it was because he killed the enemy today, his mind was comfortable, his mind was clear, his mind was clear, and his mood was improved, and the bottleneck was loosened.

Chen Feng closed his eyes and started the "Invincible Sword Emperor Technique......