Han Duan was fighting against a Xuanying third-order cultivator, although it was not the heyday of being locked up overnight in his spiritual power, but his own fighting spirit was rolling in.

"Han Duan, do you know what you're doing!" Wang Ke, who was the deputy captain of the First Guard, was using a bronze broadsword, and was blocking Han Duan's purple light changing spear at this time, and slammed into the pillar behind him with a loud shout.

"I just want to take Xiao Feng back!" Han Duan moved into a gust of wind, and the purple spear pointed at him, and stabbed him fiercely in the head.

But defeating Wang Ke is not an easy task, although Han Ke's speed is fast, but Wang Ke's big knife is not vegetarian, the handle of the knife is easily inserted into the special floor, Wang Ke infuses spiritual power, and the blade rotates like a wind.

Although the purple spear was fast, it was difficult to break through the defense of the blade, and the two spiritual weapons kept hitting and slashing lightning bolts. And Huang Shiyi on the side was not idle, although her cultivation was not high, she could urge the silver sword that was close to the middle level, but it gave Han Duan quite a headache!

From time to time, he changed his position, but several times he was still scratched by the silver sword urged by the sharp-eyed Huang Shiyi, and there was a thin layer of frost on the wound.

After a few rounds, Han Duan was a little more than willing to fight, and Wang Ke also seized the opportunity to start a counterattack, and the big knife was like splitting the sky and the earth from top to bottom, and the stone chips on the ground were flying.

Han Duan almost split into two, saying that Lin Tianfan rushed towards Huang Yifeng In just a few breaths, his spiritual power skyrocketed, and there was a white light of nothingness.

It turned out that the reason why Lin Tianfan didn't move before was because he was looking for Bai Qianji's help in Zhihai, and Bai Qianji was also powerful, and he helped him to be promoted to the ninth order of Xuanying in just a moment, if he wasn't afraid that his body would not be able to bear it, otherwise it would be Xuantian level.

"You're really wrong!" Huang Yifeng's eyes were like a knife, scraping on Lin Tianfan's body.

"There's a lot more that isn't right. Lin Tianfan didn't hesitate when he approached, he raised the Tongtian Sword and slashed down like a knife. To be honest, I really haven't learned any set of swordsmanship, so I can only use the best sword as a knife, although it is a little indecent, but the effect is also there!

Sure enough, in the face of the sword intent with high temperatures, Huang Yifeng could only retreat to the side first. I saw Huang Yifeng stretch out one hand to the depths of the hall, and a golden red spiritual power rushed out quickly!

It was not a sword or a knife that rushed out, but a bow and an arrow, and the whole body shone with golden light.

Your uncle, my sword is good to play with you, you are good at using a remote don't you look down on me.

Of course, this is what Lin Tianfan thought in his heart, but he didn't let his guard down, he wouldn't believe that Huang Yifeng took out this bow and arrow to fight birds to shake hands and make peace with him, and he might even invite himself to eat roast bird meat.

Huang Yifeng guessed what Lin Tianfan was thinking, and sneered: "Don't worry, the old man won't kill you immediately, I want to see what secrets you have." ”

In addition to being surprised by the Tongtian Sword in Lin Tianfan's hand, Huang Yifeng also felt the power from heaven ten years ago in his body, of course he would not believe that it was a coincidence, let alone think that it was his own judgment, because he was too familiar with that power, and it was because of that power that he was able to complete such a masterpiece, not to mention that Lin Tianfan's sudden surge in cultivation was also worth taking a closer look at.

"Don't talk big, eat my sword!" Lin Tianfan didn't want to fight with him for the first time, and Huang Yifeng's eyes looked up and down made him very uncomfortable!

With endless firelight, the Tongtian Sword twisted the air hot, and the whole action was smooth with one swing and split, and it was simply done in one go.

But Huang Yifeng didn't seem panicked in the face of such a move, just grabbed the golden arrow, Lin Tianfan's last slash was huge, and Huang Yifeng raised the arrow body with both hands to touch it.

If Lin Tianfan's spiritual power is a fierce beast, then the golden arrow is like a trickle of water, only to see that the arrow body has been pressed into an arc by the Tongtian Sword, but the violent spiritual power like flowing water is slowly dissolved, and finally the arrow body recovers and rebounds back to its original state, and Lin Tianfan is bounced away by a powerful force.

The Tongtian Sword was inserted into the stone slab and a crack was cut, Lin Tianfan half-knelt on the ground, his own breath was actually disturbed by that force, if it weren't for the improvement of his cultivation, I am afraid that the spiritual veins would have been broken by now!

Lin Tianfan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up, "It is worthy of the Xuantian Rank, you are much stronger than the old man of the Red Cloud Sect." ”

Huang Yifeng snorted coldly: "Who are you?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lin Tianfan didn't have a chance to ask his question, and when he lifted his sword, it was another round of fighting, and this time Huang Yifeng also launched an attack with that arrow, and it was obvious that Lin Tianfan gradually fell into disadvantage.

But with their own spiritual power, the two were able to fight a tug-of-war, leaving deep and shallow marks on the walls, floors, and pillars.

In terms of actual combat experience, Lin Tianfan did lose to Huang Yifeng, and now what Huang Yifeng is doing is constantly consuming his spiritual power, he doesn't believe that Lin Tianfan can support it for long, and Lin Tianfan also feels that his spiritual power is fading.

The hall was chaotic, the strength of the First Guard was extraordinary, and there were many people, and the people of the Third Guard were gradually unable to parry, not to mention that there was also a Zhao Qiansheng who joined the battle from time to time.

All these are unfavorable conditions for Lin Tianfan and others.

Above the royal sky, a large golden bird rested on the eaves not far away, and the man on it played with a dark red feather in his hand.

Closing his eyes seemed to be sensing something, obviously the people around him were buzzing, but he enjoyed it very much, and his distinct knuckle fingers were gently tapped on his thighs, and the spiritual power formed a circle and slowly spread.

"Huh?" Suddenly the man's rhythm was interrupted, and he opened his eyes and looked at the high hall.

In the palace, a ten-year-old boy stumbled around, with two brass bell-like eyes on his face, and his plain clothes fit perfectly. Perhaps it was the first time he saw this scene, and the boy was a little frightened, and his legs were slightly weak. From his throat came out: "Brother." The voice has lost its milky sound, but the immaturity has not faded.

Han Duan stopped Wang Ke and Huang Shiyi, and the familiar voice drifted into his ears. He didn't know what the expression on his face was, first laughed and then panicked, laughing because Han Feng was fine, and panicking because Han Feng appeared at this time.

Of course, Han Duan was not the only one who heard it, even Lin Tianfan had to stop and look for the source of that sound. Han Feng seemed to see his brother, the stone in his heart seemed to fall, and tears rolled in his eyes. Running towards Han Duan with his calves, it is safest only by his brother's side.

Although there is chaos around you, as long as everything is around you, all the chaos seems so insignificant.

"Xiao Feng!" Han Duan blushed!

Han Feng was only a hundred steps away, and his feet had to stop in place, there was a cold cold light on his chest, and hot blood was dripping from his sword.

Han Feng didn't know that he was suddenly very, very sleepy, his eyes began to be unable to open, and his heart deepened with every beat.

In the end, Han Feng couldn't hold it anymore, his crumbling little hand stretched out to Han Duan, his lips moved very hard, he wondered why he couldn't make a sound, and the last thing left for Han Duan was, "Brother, I'm so sleepy." I don't know if Han Jian understands, Han Feng is really sleepy, his eyelids slowly close, and the red on his chubby face looks very dazzling.

"Xiao Feng! don't! don't ......" Looking at Han Feng's closed eyes, Han Duan felt as if his heart had been divided into countless and countless pieces, kneeling in place in pain, burying his head deep on the floor, and in the end, he didn't make a sound, only his curled up body twitched from time to time.

The people in the hall actually stopped, maybe they were affected by Han Duan's last grief and indignation, or the scene on the field, and the air was filled with deep sadness!

It's too fast! It's all too fast! Before Lin Tianfan could react, the silver sword had already stabbed in! Damn! How could it be like this! This was not the result he wanted! Damn, damn, damn!

Lin Tianfan felt that he had countless angers, his chest was burning, and the Tongtian Sword in his hand was thrown out casually, with firelight, countless fires, the speed could not be captured with the naked eye, and the Tongtian Sword was affected by Lin Tianfan and did not pass through Huang Shiyi, and drew a day of red lines on her face.

Huang Shiyi covered her face in pain and let out a shocking scream, it seems that this face is ruined in this life!

Huang Yifeng was also taken aback by this sudden sword, and then said angrily, "Er dare!

"Today is either your royal death or my death!" Lin Tianfan recalled the Tongtian Sword, and a fiery red spiritual power hovered beside him.

The scenes of the past are vivid, Han Jin's mind is full of Han Feng's voice, and the fleshy face sometimes turns gray and gray at the corners of his mouth because he eats a small sweet potato, but no matter what he eats, the boy always has a satisfied face and a smile like a bright moon.

Although he couldn't cultivate, every time Han practiced his sword, Han Feng would always pick up a small branch and learn it in a good way. Of course, sometimes when he didn't eat for two or three days, and there was only one steamed bun, Han Feng would carefully break it in half and give it to Han Duan a little bit, and he would eat it with boiling water little by little. But what he didn't know was that Han Duan was a cultivator, even if he didn't eat for a month, it wouldn't have any effect, and he was just an ordinary mortal who couldn't be an ordinary mortal, so how could he know how to do this.

Han Duan began to doubt whether he was doing the right thing, if he didn't bring Han Feng to the royal family, this would not have happened, in fact, he promised Huang Yifeng to work hard for the royal family, Han Duan also had a little bit of his own careful thinking, winning the sky and becoming a strong man in the world is the pursuit of every cultivator's life, and now he has harmed Han Feng for his own pursuit, although the days of wandering are very hard, but the two brothers are happy together, but since they came to the royal family, the days when the two meet have become less and less, Han Feng in order not to worry Han Duan, in order not to worry about Han Duan, he can no longer be well-behaved in the royal family, he is obviously a child but can be so peaceful, and he is even more polite to others。

Han Duan didn't know how long he thought about it, but when he thought about it, Han Feng was still lying on the cold and dirty ground, his body moved, and he didn't know if it was because he had exhausted his strength, and it was a little difficult for him to even stand up.

But fortunately, I still stood up. There was a trembling small step and he moved slowly.

However, in Huang Shiyi's eyes, it was like a demon coming to her, and the pain on her face was overwhelmed by fear, and she was paralyzed on the ground and kept moving backwards.

"The king... King... Wang Ke, save me, grandpa! grandpa!" Looking at Han Duan, who didn't mean to stop at all, Huang Shiyi opened her throat and screamed in horror.

When Huang Yifeng wanted to go over, he was always stopped by Lin Tianfan, and he was so distracted again and again that he gave Lin Tianfan a chance.

But fortunately, Wang Ke also reacted, pulled the big knife, and stopped in front of Han Duan, "Don't be in ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Han Duan punch him, and Wang Ke was slapped away like this, slamming into the stone wall in the palace, no one knew why Han Duan suddenly had so much strength.

Finally walked in front of Han Feng, Han Duan gently picked up the warm body, and found the clean cloth on his body, wiped the face with blood and dust, and after a while, the white and fat face was revealed, Han Duan looked at the face of his brother who had been called him for ten years, a little overwhelmed, and carefully patted the dust on his body, and finally Han Duan leaned the "clean" Han Feng on his shoulder with one hand, his right hand hung down, and a purple light slowly appeared in his palm, forming a spear and dragging it on the ground.

"Brother, take you home. ”