"You were hurt by me, you lost."
Feng Huaian's blood spurted out wildly, and blood gushed out from the broken spot on his right arm. But there was a hint of smile on his face. Although the method was not fair, he still hurt Han Qingshan.
And the other party promised him that as long as he could hurt him, he would not embarrass the Feng family again. I would like to think that a master disciple who comes to the Xiuzhen Sect must be someone who sticks to his word.
"Huai'an, why are you doing this?"
Feng Renping rushed forward. He took off his clothes and pressed on Feng Huaian's broken arm. Everyone looked at it and couldn't help but feel horrified. Unexpectedly, Feng Huaian could hurt Han Qingshan of the Jade Dragon Sword Sect in such a tragic way.
As a descendant of the Jade Dragon Sword Sect, Han Qingshan had blood sprayed all over his face in front of everyone. Moreover, Feng Huaian took advantage of his unpreparedness and bit him. The pain in my shoulder is naturally nothing. But all this was regarded as a great shame and humiliation by Han Qingshan.
"You despicable and shameless ant, how dare you attack me?"
Han Qingshan's face was covered in blood, and he looked extremely ferocious. He walked slowly towards Feng Huaian, his face full of murderous intent. He waved a palm towards Feng Huaian who fell to the ground. Seeing this, Feng Renping mustered up his courage and stood in front of Feng Huaian.
Feng Renping was not proficient in martial arts. Although his body was relatively strong, he could not withstand Han Qingshan's palm. I saw Feng Renping being knocked away by an invisible wave of air. He fell far away and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
"Nipei."
Liu Suxin hurriedly stepped forward and helped her husband who fell to the ground. Although there were many scratches on Feng Renping's body, fortunately, his life was not in danger. Liu Suxin breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the powerful Han Qingshan, she felt more and more helpless in her heart.
"ah!"
At this moment, Feng Huaian's scream was heard not far away. I saw Han Qingshan pinching Feng Huaian's neck and lifting him up. Feng Huaian was seriously injured, and his arm was cut off, so he had no strength left to resist.
"How dare you, an ant like you, to plot against me? Today, I will make sure you live and die."
Han Qingshan's expression was extremely ferocious and terrifying. At this time, he didn't look like a cultivator at all. The murderous intent in his eyes was not concealed at all. Everyone was silent, and naturally no one dared to say anything to stop it.
Although Feng Huaian was a bit opportunistic, he did hurt Han Qingshan. I never thought that this descendant of the Jade Dragon Sword Sect would turn out to be a man who broke his word. Not only did he not let go of the Feng family, he even tried to kill Feng Huaian.
"Why, why don't you keep your promise?"
"Promise? Only the weak will pursue the so-called promise. In this world where the strong are respected, whatever 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 it and let me step on it.”
Feng Huaian had difficulty breathing because his neck was pinched. He spoke with difficulty, and blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth. Looking at the miserable Feng Huaian, Han Qingshan smiled contemptuously.
Anyway, he and Han Qingfeng had the power to suppress the entire audience. Who dares to say no to what they say? If there are people who don't know how to praise, Feng Huaian is their role model.
Whether it is the servants of Feng Mansion or the officers and soldiers brought by Han Qingyun. They couldn't bear to see Feng Huaian in such miserable condition. In order to repay Feng Renping's great kindness, Feng Huaian did not hesitate to fight to the death. This made them sincerely admire him.
Unexpectedly, he tried his best to hurt Han Qingshan, but the other party did not keep his promise. In the end, the Feng family may not be able to escape the fate of being wiped out. Ordinary mortals like them have no ability to resist in front of cultivators.
Everyone onlookers felt a sense of sadness. Han Qingshan's ant words are also talking about them. If you are not as strong as others, you can only be an ant at the mercy of others. Even one's own destiny, life and death must be controlled by others.
"Dear brother, don't hurt his life."
Han Qingshan's fingers tightened tighter and tighter, and Feng Huaian's breathing became more and more difficult. Seeing this, Han Qingfeng hurriedly reminded him. If Feng Huaian died, where would they go to learn his peerless martial arts?
"Third brother, don't worry. I won't ruin this important thing for you and me. I won't kill him, but he plotted against me, so we can't just let it go."
"As long as you know."
Han Qingshan snorted coldly and relaxed his fingers slightly. But then, he used his spiritual power to rush into Feng Huaian's body. Han Qingshan's spiritual power rushed through Feng Huaian's meridians, constantly destroying his seven meridians and eight meridians.
The spiritual power destroyed Feng Huaian's meridians and surged towards his Dantian. The spiritual power in Feng Huaian's dantian was directly dispersed by Han Qingshan's spiritual power.
At this moment, Feng Huaian's Dantian was useless. He truly became a useless person. Not to mention that he has recovered as before, even if he wanted to re-cultivate his martial arts, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
"Your right arm holding the knife has been cut off by me. Your Dantian has also been disabled by me. From now on, you will be a disabled person. Don't worry, I won't kill you, I will keep you. It’s of great use.”
As a warrior, Feng Huaian is now a useless person. This is more uncomfortable than death. At this moment, Feng Huaian thought of biting his tongue and committing suicide. But the Feng family is in danger. Even if he becomes a useless person, how can he die?
At this moment, Han Qingshan's psychology was extremely distorted. Feng Huaian is such an ant, but he possesses peerless sword skills. This made him extremely jealous and unwilling. Only he, a cultivator, is worthy of possessing such amazing skills.
In his eyes, Feng Huaian was just an ant. But it was this ant that he looked down upon that not only sprayed blood all over his face, but also bit him. Such shame and humiliation made him even more maddening.
The Dantian was destroyed, making Feng Huaian extremely weak. However, Han Qingshan did not withdraw from the spiritual power in his body. The spiritual power was constantly running rampant in Feng Huaian's body. No matter how firm his will was, he couldn't help but let out bursts of screams.
Feng Huaian's facial features were distorted, and he was obviously suffering from great pain. And his screams could be described as resounding through the sky. Many Feng Mansion servants rushed forward with an angry shout. Unexpectedly, Han Qingshan would knock the person they hit off his back with a casual palm.
At this moment, in a house in the backyard of Feng Mansion. Feng Luochen, who was still in seclusion, suddenly took a deep breath. Like a whale sucking water, he sucked in all the spiritual energy in the room into his body. Immediately, he slowly opened his eyes.
Although there was fighting in Feng Mansion before, the movement was not very loud. Feng Luochen has reached the realm of refining the void and combining the Tao, and is trying to break through to the Tao realm. While concentrating on seclusion, he actually didn't know that drastic changes had already taken place in Feng Mansion.
"Why are there screams coming from my Feng Mansion? No, this is Uncle Feng's voice."
At this time, Feng Huaian was suffering from great pain. His screams could be said to have resounded throughout Feng Mansion. Feng Luochen was awakened by the screams, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes. After he was able to identify the owner of the scream, his expression suddenly changed.
Feng Luochen stood up, and with a flash of light, the Ganjiang Sword appeared in his hand. It turns out that during this retreat, he also re-cultivated the magical power of the universe in his sleeves. Although he is not yet able to create a world of his own, there is no problem in using it to store things.
A monstrous murderous intent instantly filled the entire place. A hint of violence flashed in Feng Luochen's eyes. With a loud bang, his door also turned into debris. Feng Luochen rushed out of the house, identified the location of the screams, and then rushed there as fast as lightning.
In an instant, Feng Luochen arrived in the square of Feng Mansion. There were countless officers and soldiers in the field, and almost everyone in the Feng Mansion was in trouble. They were huddled in a corner, supporting each other. There was deep hatred, deep despair and fear in their eyes.
After seeing the situation clearly, Feng Luochen's eyes suddenly burst. Feng Renping fell to the ground with multiple scratches on his body. Although Liu Suxin was still fine, her eyes were filled with tears. But Feng Huaian was pinched by the neck by a young man and lifted into the air.
Feng Huaian was covered in blood, and his clothes were stained red with blood. And his right arm was cut off by a human being. How could Feng Luochen not see that a powerful spiritual power was destroying his seven meridians and eight meridians in his body.
After rebirth, Feng Luochen has memories of this life. In this life, although he was a playboy, his parents treated him very well. Besides his parents, there is someone who really cares about him. And this person is Feng Huaian.
"Uncle Feng!"
Feng Luochen shouted loudly and immediately drew his sword out of its sheath. Han Qingshan was laughing wildly, but at this moment he suddenly felt a warning sign. When he turned around and looked back, he saw an extremely bright sword light coming towards him quickly.
The sword light was extremely dazzling, just like the bright moon in the sky and the stars in the night sky. Behind the sword light is a handsome young master. This man is dressed in white clothes, elegant and elegant, holding a sharp sword and filled with murderous intent. He moved forward without hesitation, his sword followed the light and arrived in an instant.
This sword was the most magical sword Han Qingshan had ever seen in his life. This sword seems to be integrated with this world. This sword seems to contain the ultimate truth and echoes the heaven and earth.
This sword is like the violent wind and rain. This sword is like that raging wave. At this moment, Han Qingshan was like a wisp of duckweed in the strong wind, or a small boat in the raging waves.
It seems that this sword is the sky; this sword is the Tao. And he was just an ant under this sword. Under this sword, Han Qingshan actually felt a desire to worship. And this young man in white is like the emperor in the sword.
The breeze blows on my face, and the sword comes with it. When Han Qingshan came to his senses, the sword was only three inches away from him. This sword is marvelous. The style of this sword also made Han Qingshan unforgettable in his life.
