The box opened, and a bloody human head rushed directly into Han Yuan's eyes!

It was a young man's head, which had been slashed off from the neck, with an unusually sharp hand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if one second he was still smiling, and the next second it turned into a thick sense of disbelief, surprise, fear, despair...... All emotions were frozen in stiff muscles, forming a face that was all too familiar to Han Yuan.

“...... Han Hui!"

Han Yuan stood silently in front of this human head, the past scenes were projected in front of his eyes, thousands of thoughts were surging in his heart, and it took a long time to squeeze out the name from between his teeth.

The Han family really gave him a big gift, and even sent Han Hui's head over, which can only be said to be worthy of the family founded by Han Taihe, and it really inherited the ruthlessness and the fact that the six relatives did not recognize it. I don't know what Han Hui's mood was before he died? Presumably he never dreamed that he would die at the hands of his family. With this kind of cold-blooded method, even Han Yuan, the object of receiving gifts, faintly felt cold, and became more and more jealous of the Han family.

But this gift, Han Yuan likes it very much, likes it very much!

He only abolished Han Hui's dantian before, and Han Hui still enjoyed the rich days of brocade clothes and jade food in the Han family, and made slaves and maids, which made Han Yuan linger all the time. Han Hui is immortal, and it is difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart. Originally, he thought that he could only wait until he married the Dan to solve Han Hui, but unexpectedly, the Han family had already sent his head up, how could Han Yuan not like it?

However, this gift is called a gift, but it actually has two meanings. The meaning on the surface is naturally to bow to Han Yuan and give in, and take the initiative to kill Han Hui, the culprit, in order to erase the hatred with Han Yuan. If Han Yuan is willing to stop here, everyone will naturally be hello and me in the future. However, if Han Yuan is still unwilling to stop, this bloody human head is a warning to Han Yuan.

However, with this ridiculous threat, Han Yuan didn't even have a trace of fluctuation in his heart. He looked at Han Hui's head for a while, closed the box, and couldn't help but have a sneer on his face. The Han family treats their children so harshly, let alone treats an enemy like him? If this family is left in the world for a day, Han Yuan will not be able to be steady for a day. Don't look at the head of Han Hui sent by the Han family to show favor to him, in fact, Han Yuan knew very well in his heart that once there was a chance to kill him, the Han family would definitely be the first to pounce.

Of course, he is the same. Since the Han family wants to be with him, it is good to give themselves a little more time. Hanyuan has nothing else to lack, and what is most lacking is growth time. As long as he is given a few more years, as Shu Ran said, the Han family will inevitably be wiped out.

The Han family's gift reminded Han Yuan. Han Qiu's failure and death came as a surprise, only Xu Yi, who was being confined in the dry bone forest, knew the specific process, and it was necessary for him to go to Xu Yi to ask. Knowing that he and the other side will not be defeated in a hundred battles, he and the Han family will have to face each other sooner or later, so it is natural to know the strangeness of the Han family, so that he will not capsize in the gutter when he takes revenge in the future.

The sky was already getting dark, and Han Yuan wrote back to those elite disciples and inner disciples, and fell asleep. In his dream, he seemed to have become the little child who once snuggled up to his grandfather.

The sun shone on the bluestone steps in front of the door, and Peng Zilang was already waiting for him. Han Yuan shook his head, completely dispelling the remaining dream. Each mountain peak in the inner gate has its own martial arts arena, and some are public, and anyone can watch from the sidelines. There are also small closed rooms, and even the guards are corpse puppets, and disciples can use their hole cards without fear of being prying eyes when fighting inside. What Han Yuan and Peng Zilang agreed on was such a closed martial arts arena.

Han Yuan held the sword in his hand, his sword eyebrows were starry, his eyes were shining, and the black robe of the inner disciple could not hide his toned and slender body, and the spirit and spirit of his whole body were perfect. Even if Peng Zilang knew that he was strong, he was secretly frightened by this momentum and paid more attention to Han Yuan. The two glanced at each other, there were no superfluous words, they were already fighting together!

Peng Zilang did not use his sword today, but held a purple electric spear, and a series of electric lights like bursting beans scurried around the room. The silver purple light flickered non-stop, and the two figures flickered like ghosts and changed their shapes, and in just a few dozen breaths, the two of them had already come and gone with me for many tricks.

Boom!

The sound of gold and iron clashing was connected, without a moment's pause, the silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the sound of guns and swords was endless!

Strong, it's too strong! Han Yuan and Peng Zilang didn't seem to care about the consumption of their spiritual power at all, both of them attacked frantically, and every time they waved their arms, a brilliant spiritual light erupted, and the spiritual liquid in the dantian poured out without reservation, reaching the peak of both speed and strength. Collision over and over again, attack again and again, there is no defensive action, only attack, attack!

The purple spear carried a thunderous wind and slashed down on the cold abyss, and the frost sacrifice sword also covered the surroundings with a layer of white frost, and each sword pierced out with a piercing chill. Without the slightest defensive move, offense is the best defense. Even if it is a minute and a second, it will be instantly pierced by the opponent's attack, but both Han Yuan and Peng Zilang invariably chose to attack, and the head of the spear collided with the tip of the sword dozens of times without a single difference, what kind of courage and confidence is this?

The rapid battle didn't last long, and even if both of them were foundation building monks, they couldn't withstand such a crazy consumption of spiritual power. After another collision, the two almost invariably slowed down and switched to a contest of marksmanship and swordsmanship. Peng Zilang's marksmanship is domineering, and Han Yuan's swordsmanship is fast and powerful, both of them have their own strengths, and they are still inseparable.

I have to say that Peng Zilang is a good opponent. Although he is a demon cultivator, his marksmanship is powerful but not tyrannical, sharp and not murderous, although the gun is close to the dead end of the cold abyss, but the shot is not vicious. Just like his character, he seems to be arrogant and cold, but in fact he is frank and generous, and he will take revenge, but he is higher than those so-called decent people.

Han Yuan's expression was serious, and he didn't dare to take it lightly. Although the two were evenly matched in the situation, he knew in his heart that he was vaguely restrained. After all, the gun is a long weapon for long-range attacks, and Peng Zilang used the gun to firmly block himself in the arc half a meter away from the opponent. You can't attack in front of the opponent, but the opponent's spear can grow/drive/straight/enter, and it is clear which is stronger and which is weak.

But Han Yuan didn't change his moves, on the contrary, his whole body and mind were immersed in this world of swordsmanship. Han Yuan's eyes were staring at Peng Zilang tightly, and the action that was so fast that it produced an afterimage was extremely clear in his eyes at this moment, drawing an arc of attack in the air. Again and again to meet the arc that cut off the opponent, and try to break through the blockade again and again, many vague things in the past gradually became clear, and Han Yuan's understanding of swordsmanship is rapidly deepening.

Another sound of gunfire and swords!

However, this time Han Yuan did not draw his sword again to block as before, but slammed his body to the side, and quickly avoided a shot from Peng Zilang, he pulled out his sword, his arm pressed slightly, and his whole body suddenly poked into the air, and the "thunderbolt" fell suddenly!