This gap in realm is really a chasm that is difficult to bridge. No matter how many tricks Feng Huai'an made, he could never gain the slightest upper hand. Han Qingshan stabbed out three swords casually, and three streaks of blood flew into the air. Feng Huaian's clothes were stained with blood, but he still couldn't hurt Han Qingshan in the slightest.
"The jade dragon flies with the snow sword, the snow falls on the world, and there are thousands of gleams of cold light."
Han Qingshan let out a soft drink, and at this time he also used the true secret skill of the Jade Dragon Sword Sect. This Jade Dragon Flying Snow Sword was learned by the founder of the Jade Dragon Sword Sect while observing the flying snow in the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.
After realizing these sword skills, he also used them to travel around the world of mortals. In his later years, he returned to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain and established a sect in the mountain. Now, this Jade Dragon Sword Sect has a history of thousands of years.
This Jade Dragon Flying Snow Sword is certainly not as sophisticated as Feng Huaian's sword skills. However, when Han Qingshan, who had entered the Taoist realm, used it, Feng Huaian could not parry it at this time. Han Qingshan's long sword was seen pouring towards Feng Huaian like snow all over the sky.
Feng Huaian was hit by more than ten swords in the blink of an eye. The blood stained his clothes red, and his face turned pale due to excessive blood loss. At this moment, Han Qingshan flew and kicked him in the chest.
Feng Huaian leaned on the ground with his steel knife, and then slowed down his retreat. However, Han Qingshan's kick also knocked him back seven to eight feet. This solid ground was also carved with a deep ravine by the steel knife.
Feng Huaian stopped and spit out a large mouthful of blood. Han Qingshan's kick directly seriously injured him. Feng Huaian was swaying and was about to fall to the ground. But he still used the steel knife to support the ground, allowing himself to slowly stand up straight.
Han Qingshan did not pursue him. He looked at Feng Huaian, who was covered in blood, with a trace of disdain in his eyes. If it weren't for his peerless sword skills, Feng Huaian could destroy ants like these with just his hands.
"You're just an ant? Are you worthy of fighting me? If you can hurt me today, we two brothers will let you Feng family go. If not, you must agree to us a condition, how about it?"
"Is this true?"
"How could I, a descendant of the majestic Jade Dragon Sword Sect, lie to an ant like you?"
"Okay, if I can't hurt you, I'll let you do what you want. If I can get away with hurting you, I hope you keep your promise."
"Haha, you don't really think you can hurt me, do you? Take action. If you can hurt me at all, we two brothers will turn around and leave."
Han Qingshan smiled contemptuously, and his words were full of confidence. When Han Qingfeng heard this, he didn't stop him. If he could obtain Feng Huaian's peerless sword skills in this way, he would save a lot of effort.
Feng Huaian was seriously injured and was extremely desperate. But Han Qingshan's words gave him a glimmer of hope. In response, Han Qingshan smiled coldly. Even when Feng Huaian was in his prime, he couldn't hurt him at all. Now that he is seriously injured, how can he hurt himself?
With the appearance of a sword light, Feng Huaian once again used his sword to conquer the city. It's just that now that Feng Huaian's body is seriously injured, the power of this sword is far less than before.
The sword light arrived in an instant, and Han Qingshan smiled disdainfully. He approached with a sword and faced Feng Huaian's domineering sword. With a flash of sword light, Han Qingshan not only received Feng Huaian's domineering sword. He also caused three more sword wounds on Feng Huaian's body.
This confrontation started quickly and ended even faster. Han Qingshan flew forward and hit Feng Huaian on the chest. Feng Huaian was knocked away by a palm, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out in the air. He fell heavily to the ground, and his breath instantly became extremely weak.
"Huai'an!"
Feng Renping rushed forward and helped Feng Huaian who fell to the ground. The two grew up together and have long been brothers. Feng Renping blamed himself extremely, only hating that he, the head of the Feng family, didn't understand martial arts.
"Huai'an, don't fight again. The Han family is just coveting the wealth of our Feng family. I will just go with Han Qingyun. Over the years, you have paid too much for the Feng family. This time, don't fight. You will never stop fighting for me."
Seeing Feng Huaian covered in blood, Feng Renping felt extremely guilty in his heart. The book boy who grew up with him has put himself in danger many times. If it weren't for Feng Huaian's life-saving protection over the years, he might have died long ago.
The strength of the cultivation sect far exceeds that of their mortals. Even if Feng Huaian fights to the death, he will never be Han Qingshan's opponent. At this moment, Feng Renping had put life and death aside. The only ones he couldn't worry about were Liu Suxin and Feng Luochen.
"Back then, I was just a little beggar. I remember being hungry and cold that night, and it was raining heavily. It was my elder brother who gave me a bowl of steaming noodles. Although that bowl of noodles was extremely ordinary, it was the best thing in my life. The most delicious food I’ve ever had.”
"You didn't mind that I came from a poor family, so you made me your book boy. Not only did you teach me how to read and write, you also taught me how to behave. When you saw that I was talented in martial arts, you spent a lot of money to hire a famous teacher for me. If you didn't have a big brother, You will never have the Feng Huaian you have today."
There was a hint of reminiscence in Feng Huaian's eyes. The severe pain in his body and the blur of consciousness reminded him of the past. Even if he died on the spot today, he would still repay Feng Renping for his great kindness.
And the current plan is not without any room for maneuver. All he had to do was risk his life and injure Han Qingshan, and then the Feng family would be safe and sound.
"As long as I am still breathing, I will not let anyone bully my Feng family. If you want to hurt my eldest brother, you have to step on my body. What's more, I haven't lost yet."
Feng Huaian gently pushed Feng Renping away. He dragged the knife and staggered towards Han Qingshan. The tip of the knife dragged on the ground, making a harsh and gritty sound.
Blood slowly flowed down Feng Huaian's arm and onto the blade. Then slide along the blade to the ground. As Feng Huaian continued to move forward, a trail of blood was dragged out on the ground.
"Hmph, you don't overestimate your capabilities."
Han Qingshan snorted coldly, but chose to walk towards Feng Huaian. The two of them slowly approached, and in an instant they were close at hand. Han Qingshan did not take action. He crossed his arms and looked at Feng Huaian with a sneer.
He knew that the palm he just struck had already dispersed all of Feng Huaian's spiritual power. Feng Huaian's internal energy was disordered at this time, and he was unable to fight anymore. Even if he wanted to recover as before, it would be impossible without a year and a half.
At this time, Feng Huaian was actually a useless person with no fighting power. He was seriously injured and his body was extremely weak. Not to mention Han Qingshan, as long as an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts can easily deal with him now.
As a strong man in the Dao realm, how could Han Qingshan be afraid of a useless person? So he chose to step forward, or get up close, to see Feng Huaian's embarrassment. In his opinion, Feng Huaian at this time was just struggling to his death.
Feng Huaian's clothes were stained red with blood. Even his knife was full of chips and blood. He was swaying like a fallen leaf, ready to be blown over by the breeze at any time. On his blood-stained face, his eyes were exceptionally bright.
"You are now a useless person. I see how you can fight with me. Don't you want to fight? I will stand in front of you and see what you can do. Come and fight, come and hurt me. "
Han Qingshan's words were full of contempt. He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, very proud. Feng Huaian's peerless sword skills made him salivate. But now that Feng Huaian has suffered a tragic defeat, that peerless sword skill has become his own.
"You may be able to defeat me, but if you ask me to admit defeat, that's a dream."
Feng Huaian's body was covered with blood, his face was pale, and he was very weak. At this time, blood was sliding down his cheek, but his eyes were particularly determined. He raised his head and glanced at Han Qingshan, his words full of unyieldingness.
Feng Huaian slowly raised his right hand holding the knife. He wanted to pick up the knife and slash at Han Qingshan. But at this moment, his right arm seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds. He had just lifted it halfway, and then it dropped down again.
"Haha, you're like this and you still want to fight me? Why don't you kneel down obediently and kowtow to me three times. If I'm in a better mood, I might save the Feng family from suffering."
Han Qingshan laughed wildly, his eyes full of disdain. He knows Feng Huaian's current situation better than anyone else. In the battle just now, Feng Huaian's arms had already been damaged by him. He could still hold the knife in his hand only because of the remaining strength in his wrist.
However, at this moment, Feng Huaian suddenly raised his head slowly. He looked at Han Qingshan's face and let out a sigh. Feng Huaian was seen spitting out a large mouthful of blood. And that mouthful of blood was flying towards Han Qingshan's face.
The distance between the two of them was already very close. Han Qingshan originally wanted to humiliate Feng Huaian, but he never expected that Feng Huaian would do this. He expected that Feng Huaian was unable to fight anymore, even if he could raise his sword, so he didn't take any precautions.
Blood came towards him, but Han Qingshan couldn't get out of the way, and Feng Huaian sprayed half of his face with blood. His face was full of astonishment, and he stood stunned for a moment. His face was covered with blood spurted by Feng Huaian, and he was indescribably hideous and terrifying.
At this moment, Han Qingshan was completely confused. He, a descendant of the Jade Dragon Sword Sect, was actually sprayed with blood on his face by a mortal ant. His mind went blank, but during this brief absence, Feng Huaian moved again.
I saw Feng Huaian using his remaining strength and crashing towards Han Qingshan. This brief absence of concentration left Han Qingshan defenseless. Feng Huaian's arms were weak, so he opened his mouth and bit Han Qingshan's shoulder.
"You ant, you are really looking for death."
Everything happens between lightning and flint. The severe pain on his shoulder brought Han Qingshan back to his senses. I saw his energy flowing through his body, directly knocking Feng Huaian away. Following a flash of sword light, Feng Huaian's right hand holding the sword was cut off at the elbow by Han Qingshan.
