"You're hurt by me, you're losing."

Feng Huai'an's blood spurted wildly, and the broken place of his right arm was even more bloody. But there was a hint of a smile on his face. Although the means were not above board, he still injured Han Qingshan.

And the other party promised him that as long as he could hurt him, he would not embarrass the Feng family again. The high-ranking disciples who want to come to the Cultivation Sect must be people who do what they say.

"Huai'an, why are you so troubled?"

Feng Renping hurriedly rushed forward, he took off his shirt and pressed it on the place where Feng Huai'an's broken arm was. When everyone looked at it, they couldn't help but be shocked. Unexpectedly, Feng Huai'an could actually hurt Han Qingshan of the Jade Dragon Sword Sect in such a tragic way.

Han Qingshan, as the descendant of the Jade Dragon Sword Sect, was now sprayed with blood all over his face in full view of everyone. And Feng Huai'an also took advantage of his unpreparedness and bit him. This pain in the shoulder is naturally nothing. But all this was regarded as a great shame by Han Qingshan.

"You despicable and shameless ant dare to attack me?"

Han Qingshan's face was covered with blood, which could be described as extremely hideous. He walked slowly towards Feng Huai'an, his face also full of murderous intent. He waved a palm at Feng Huai'an, who fell to the ground. Seeing this, Feng Renping also plucked up his courage and stood in front of Feng Huai'an.

Feng Renping is not proficient in martial arts, although his body and bones are quite strong, but he can't resist Han Qingshan's palm. I saw Feng Renping, who was knocked away by an invisible wave of qi. He fell far away, fell to the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Renping."

Liu Suxin hurriedly stepped forward and helped her husband who fell to the ground. I saw that Feng Renping's body, although there were many abrasions, but fortunately, there was no worry about his life. Liu Suxin breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at the strong Han Qingshan, but her heart became more and more helpless.

"Ahh

At this moment, not far away, there was a miserable scream from Feng Huai'an. I saw Han Qingshan pinching Feng Huai'an's neck and lifting him up alive. Feng Huai'an was seriously injured, and his arm was cut off, so he didn't have the slightest strength to resist.

"Even you, an ant, dare to plot against me? Today, I will make you want to live, not death. ”

Han Qingshan's expression was extremely hideous and terrifying. At this time, he still has the appearance of a cultivator. The killing intent in his eyes was not concealed at all. Everyone was silent, and naturally no one dared to stop it.

Although Feng Huai'an was a little opportunistic, he did hurt Han Qingshan. I never thought that this heir of the Jade Dragon Sword Sect would be a man of his word. Not only did he not let go of the Feng family, but he even tried to kill Feng Huai'an.

"Why, why don't you keep your word?"

"Promises? The so-called promises are only pursued by the weak. In this world where the strong are respected, what I say is the truth. It's a pity that you, an ant, are just an ant after all. You can only let me knead and let me trample on it. ”

Feng Huai'an was pinched because of his neck, which caused him to have trouble breathing. He spoke with difficulty, and the corners of his mouth kept coming, and blood gushed out. Looking at this miserable Feng Huai'an, Han Qingshan smiled contemptuously.

Anyway, he and Han Qingfeng have the strength to suppress the whole audience. Who would dare to say a word of what they say? If anyone does not know how to lift up, this Feng Huai'an is their example.

Whether it is the family members of the Feng Mansion, or those officers and soldiers brought by Han Qingyun. When they saw Feng Huai'an in such a miserable situation, they couldn't bear it. In order to repay Feng Renping's great kindness, Feng Huaian did not hesitate to fight to the death. This makes them sincerely admire.

Unexpectedly, he desperately injured Han Qingshan, but the other party did not keep his promise. In the end, the Feng family may still be unable to escape the fate of annihilation. Ordinary mortals like them have no ability to resist at all in front of cultivators.

The onlookers all felt a sense of sadness about the death of a rabbit and a fox. Han Qingshan's words of ants are also talking about them. If your strength is not as good as that of others, you can only be an ant that can be slaughtered by others. Even their own destiny and life and death must be controlled by others.

"Brother Xian, don't hurt his life."

Han Qingshan's five fingers tightened more and more, and Feng Huai'an's breathing became more and more difficult. Seeing this, Han Qingfeng hurriedly reminded him. If Feng Huai'an died, where would they go to learn his peerless martial arts?

"Third brother, don't worry, I won't spoil you and me. I'm not going to kill him, but he plots against me, so I can't just leave it at that. ”

"If you know, it's good."

Han Qingshan snorted coldly, and his five fingers were also slightly loosened. But immediately, he used his spiritual power to rush into Feng Huai'an's body. Han Qingshan's spiritual power was rampaging through Feng Huai'an's meridians, constantly destroying his seven meridians and eight meridians.

The spiritual power destroyed Feng Huai'an's meridians and surged towards his dantian. The spiritual power in Feng Huai'an's dantian was directly dispersed by Han Qingshan's spiritual power.

At this moment, Feng Huai'an's dantian was wasted. He's really a wasted person. Don't say that it is back to the beginning, even if you want to retrain your martial arts, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

"Your right arm with a knife has been cut off by me. Your dantian has also been abolished by me. From now on, you're a waste. Don't worry, I won't kill you, I'll keep you for a long time. ”

Feng Huai'an, as a martial artist, is now a waste, which is more uncomfortable than death. At this moment, Feng Huai'an thought of biting his tongue and committing suicide. But the Feng family is in danger, even if he becomes a waste, how can he die?

At this moment, Han Qingshan's psychology can be described as extremely distorted. Feng Huai'an is such an ant, but he has peerless sword skills. This made him extremely jealous and unwilling. This kind of amazing skill is only worthy of him as a cultivator.

Feng Huai'an was just an ant in his eyes. But it was this ant he looked down on that not only sprayed blood all over his face, but also bit him. This kind of shame also made him more and more frustrated.

The dantian was abolished, which made Feng Huai'an extremely weak. However, Han Qingshan did not withdraw the spiritual power in his body. The spiritual power in Feng Huai'an's body continued to rampage. No matter how determined he was, he couldn't help but let out a scream.

Feng Huai'an's facial features were distorted, obviously suffering great pain. And his scream can be said to be resounding in the sky. Many Fengfu family members rushed forward with angry shouts. I never thought that Han Qingshan would turn the person they beat on his back with a palm of his hand.

At this moment, in a house in the backyard of the Wind Mansion. Feng Luochen, who was still in retreat, suddenly took a deep breath. Like a long whale sucking water, he sucked all the aura in this room into his body. Immediately, he slowly opened his eyes.

Although there was a fight in Fengfu before, the movement was not very big. Feng Luochen has already reached the realm of refining the void and merging the Dao, and is trying to break through to the Dao realm. Under the concentrating retreat, he didn't actually know that there had been a drastic change in the Wind Mansion.

"Why is there a scream in my Wind Mansion? It's not good, it's Uncle Feng's voice. ”

At this time, Feng Huai'an was suffering great pain. His screams can be said to have resounded through the Wind Mansion. Feng Luochen was awakened by the screams, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes. After scoring the screaming owner, his face suddenly changed drastically.

Feng Luochen stood up, and with a flash of light, the sword of the cadre had already appeared in his hand. It turned out that during this retreat, he also rebuilt the supernatural powers in his sleeve. Although he can't make his own world, he naturally has no problem with storing things.

A monstrous killing intent instantly filled the audience. A hint of violence flashed in Feng Luochen's eyes. With a loud bang, his door was reduced to debris. Feng Luochen rushed out of the house, identified the direction of the scream, and then rushed away.

In an instant, Feng Luochen came, in the square of Fengfu. I saw that there were countless officers and soldiers in the field, and almost everyone in the Fengfu family hung up the lottery. They were huddled in a corner, holding each other's arms. In their eyes, there is a deep hatred, but also a deep despair and fear.

After seeing the situation in the field clearly, Feng Luochen suddenly burst into tears. Feng Renping fell to the ground with multiple abrasions on his body. Although Liu Suxin is still unharmed, she is also teary-eyed. Feng Huai'an, on the other hand, was choked by the neck by a young man and mentioned in mid-air.

I saw Feng Huai'an covered in blood, and his clothes were stained red with blood. And his right arm was cut off by life. How could Feng Luochen not see that a powerful spiritual power was in his body, destroying his seven meridians and eight veins.

After being reborn, Feng Luochen has the memory of this life. In this life, although he was gentle, his parents treated him very well. In addition to his parents, there is another person who really cares about him. And this person is Feng Huai'an.

"Uncle Feng!"

Feng Luochen shouted, and then drew his sword out of its sheath. Han Qingshan was laughing wildly, and at this time, he suddenly felt an alarm. When he looked back, he saw an incomparably brilliant sword light coming towards him.

The sword light is incomparably dazzling, just like the bright moon in the sky, and like the stars in the night sky. After the sword light, there is a handsome son. This person is dressed in white, floating out of the dust, holding a sharp sword, and murderous. He was unstoppable, and the sword followed the light, and it was instantaneous.

This sword is the most wonderful sword Han Qingshan has ever seen in his life. This sword seems to be integrated with this heaven and earth. This sword seems to contain the truth of the Great Dao, echoing with heaven and earth.

This sword is like the storm. This sword is like the raging waves. At this time, Han Qingshan was like a wisp of duckweed in the wind, and like a flat boat in the angry waves.

As if this sword is the sky; This sword is the Tao. And he is just an ant under this sword. Under this sword, Han Qingshan actually had a heart of worship. And this man in white is like the emperor in the sword.

The breeze blows, and the sword comes with the wind. When Han Qingshan came back to his senses, the long sword was only three inches away from him. This sword is wonderful. And the style of this sword also made Han Qingshan unforgettable for the rest of his life.