The next day, the morning sun rises in the east, the sky is cloudless, and the autumn sky seems to be higher and more spacious than in other seasons. The overlapping peaks around Wind Thunder City loomed in the mist.

Looking at the past from the highest pavilion in the back mountain of the Han family, the undulations of the distant mountains seem to be a splashed ink landscape, depicting the so-called fairyland on earth.

The mountain behind the Han family, a large courtyard with five rooms and six entrances, aconite gate, and white walls of Suwa. The cloister in the courtyard is hooked, and the lattice is carved, simple but not simple.

Along the wall are rows of green bamboos, which have taken on a withered yellow color in late autumn. A few towering locust trees, plus a few scattered begonias, can only add a little limited greenery to this slightly bleak courtyard.

In front of the courtyard, in the green bamboo forest, a white marble giant tomb stands majestically, there is a white glazed ball erected on the eaves of the eaves raised at both ends of the giant tomb, when the sun shines directly, there seems to be white smoke lingering in the middle of the glazed ball, two white marble pillars in front of the tomb, hung with snow-white plain flower spirits, swaying in the wind.

The stone pillar on the right side is engraved from top to bottom: "The green mountains and green waters stay long before the heroic spirit of life", and the opposite one on the left is: "The pine and green bamboo can comfort the heroic soul after death", and the stele across the two stone pillars is the big character of eight dragons flying and phoenix dancing "Angry Heaven Mausoleum, Blood Debt and Blood Repayment".

On the altar at the front of the white marble stele, there were three men dressed in black, one of whom was about forty or fifty years old, his arms had been lost, and he was covered in blood, while the other two were fifteen or sixteen teenagers, these three were Han Xian's father and son.

Under the altar, there stood a group of black-clothed people dressed in linen and filial piety in an orderly manner, about a thousand people, at the front of the crowd, a young man stood in front of a tomb with a bloody, round human head in his hand, silent for a long time.

This young man is Han Feng, and the head he is carrying in his hand is the head of Feng Thunderstorm.

The autumn wind swept by, bringing a sense of sorrow.

After a short silence, Han Feng came back to his senses, his eyes were full of tears, he first threw the bloody head in his hand onto the altar, then picked up a bundle of paper money, sprinkled it into the air, and immediately shouted: "Clansmen in the tomb, rest in peace!

"Rest in peace!"

As soon as Han Feng's shouting fell, the crowd behind him suddenly roared neatly, and the sound was earth-shattering, with great sadness!

With a roar, Han Feng held a blood-red long sword in his hand, slowly soared into the air, and an incomparable murderous aura was released from his body, like an ancient killing god, heading straight for the altar.

"Han Xian, how do you father and son feel when they see this huge tomb in front of you!" Han Feng said coldly in mid-air.

"Impressions?...... The winner is king, and the loser is the king...... That's all!" Hearing this, Han Xian, who was kneeling, suddenly raised his head, stared at Han Feng with hatred in his eyes, and said coldly.

"You're still obsessed!" Han Feng snorted coldly.

"Obsessed!" Han Xian looked at Han Feng contemptuously, and said coldly: "Will your father and son let us go, if you want to kill, let's kill, don't be coy!"

"Okay! Very good! You should have died!" Hearing this, Han Feng raised his head and roared, and then with a wave of the long sword in his hand, an extremely powerful blood-red sword light slashed towards Han Xian's father and son as if cutting through this space.

Under the altar, thousands of black-clothed people looked at this blood-colored training with their heads held high, and their eyes all showed anticipation.

During the New Year, the Han family was baptized in blood, and many of the dead were their relatives and friends!

And as the masterminds of this blood feud, Han Xian's father and son have already become damned in their eyes!

At this moment, a leisurely flute suddenly sounded in the green bamboo forest, and then, the blood-colored sword light that passed through the air dissipated strangely.

"Who is it, get out of here!" In mid-air, Han Feng was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then his face sank, his eyes turned to the bamboo forest, and he shouted coldly.

"Patriarch Han Shao, stop your anger!"

In the bamboo forest, a beautiful voice like the sound of heaven suddenly sounded, and then, a slender figure suddenly appeared on the altar, the woman held a crystal white jade flute, light blue dress, long sleeves fluttering, graceful, revealing a light spirit around the body, black and soft hair draped behind him at will, endless free and easy, giving people a feeling of fluttering fairy, like the lotus flowers blooming in the lotus pond, delicate and graceful, and with a sense of weakness, a light blue veil on the face, only revealing a pair of dreamy eyes, a quick glance, see the pair of pupils, with a hazy mist, occasionally flowing out of a breathtaking magic.

Although I haven't found the full picture, it can be expected that this woman is absolutely beautiful.

Some special musical instruments, such as flutes, qins, and flutes, can be used as exclusive weapons for some special spiritual practices. In the Dark Moon Continent, there are some spiritual skills that specialize in integrating spiritual power into musical instruments and using sound to defeat the enemy, and those who have cultivated to a high level can turn sound into power, and send spiritual power through sound waves, which can kill the enemy invisibly, which is a powerful group attack technique!

However, because of the extremely high qualifications and musical talents required to cultivate, there were not many cultivators in the Dark Moon Continent.

The Pavilion of the Canglang Empire, the most mysterious "Star Picking Pavilion", is the sect of this master!

"Good temperament!" Han Feng secretly praised in his heart, the moment he saw this blue-shirted woman, it made him feel very familiar and cordial, but Han Feng could be sure that he had never seen this woman in his previous life or in this life!

Han Feng quietly stared at the woman in the blue shirt, and suddenly, he inexplicably felt that the loneliness in his heart for a long time had disappeared all at once, this feeling was really wonderfully tight and difficult to describe!

And the blue-shirted woman quietly took two steps on the altar, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Young Patriarch Han, they deserve to die, but you can't kill them!"

"Who are you?"

"What does it have to do with you if I kill them?" Hearing this, Han Feng's face was solemn and he asked in a deep voice.

"Patriarch Han, it doesn't matter who I am, it's enough for you to know that I have no ill will towards you. A crisp and moving voice came from the woman's mouth, as melodious as a lark.

"No malice?" Looking at the woman, Han Feng said coldly: "Is it understandable that if I kill them, you will do it?"

The blue-shirted woman nodded: "Patriarch Han, I don't want you to regret it!"

Hearing the sound, Han Feng couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a burst of crazy laughter, the laughter was like a cuckoo crying blood, an ape wailing, revealing a strong sense of sadness, and everyone who heard it was moved.

"Regret! What do I have to regret! The three of them, father and son, deserve their sins, and they must die!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword in Han Feng's hand brought a blazing wave of flames, and the sharp and crimson sword qi snorted out from the tip of the sword, and the crimson sword qi pierced the air, making a popping sound, and rushed towards the blue-shirted girl.

"Patriarch Han Shao, why are you bothering!"

"Dementor Finger!"

Looking at Han Feng, who was attacked and killed by the human sword, the blue-shirted woman sighed lightly, and then raised her right hand elegantly, and Qianqian's middle finger slowly pointed out, and the air suddenly fluctuated violently.

Trumpet!

Then, in full view of everyone, Han Feng's whole person suddenly fell from mid-air strangely and smashed on the altar.

"Shh

Looking at this scene, more than a thousand members of the Han family under the altar suddenly gasped in unison, the mystery and strength of their young patriarch, they have always been proud, but this woman in blue shirt knocked down Han Feng with only one move, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, no one would have believed it.