Lu Fan stared blankly at the sudden change in front of him. Corpses fell under the arch in front of him, and the ground was almost soaked with blood...
Window lattice, walls, door... there was blood sprayed everywhere, as well as corpses.
He even saw a great master who had eight rays of true energy condensed in his body. His head was chopped off with a knife. Blood spurted out from the cavity, dyeing the full moon in the night sky red. The air was filled with blood.
the breath.
"This is Shangjing, Lu Family, Baihumen?"
After being briefly lost, Lu Fan instantly realized the environment he was in at the moment.
He stared blankly at the countless people who fled frantically from the White Tiger Gate and screamed horribly.
"Uncle Sixth, Third Sister, Uncle Liu..."
Looking at the familiar yet distant faces, Lu Fan suddenly turned red with envy, and his voice began to become more choked up.
These people are all memories from his childhood.
Everyone is an elder who is dear to them.
They watch themselves grow up, guide themselves on the path of life, and teach themselves how to behave and how to stand in the world...
However, since the bloody night at Baihumen of the Lu family three years ago, these faces no longer exist.
They all died in front of the White Tiger Gate. They died on the way to escort themselves to escape from the Lu family. Their chests were torn apart and their heads cut off by groups of terrifying figures...
Lu Fan didn't know how many days and nights he had seen them again in his dreams.
Seeing tomorrow smiling at myself, waving to myself, teaching myself a lesson, I found something wrong again...
But all of this disappeared in the bloody night at Baihumen!
Those who love and care for themselves the most all die because of themselves!
Suddenly, Lu Fan's eyes turned red and turned into blood, and he looked coldly at the figure who was escaping frantically from the White Tiger Gate, and the black shadows that were following behind him like devils.
"That's you."
Lu Fan's aura suddenly increased a hundred times!
"Martial Arts" was running wildly in his body for the first time!
Twelve large meridians were instantly filled with overwhelming power, converging on his hands. He kicked the ground with his feet and attacked those black figures fiercely!
"In the last life, you died for me, but I survived."
"Now that Lu Fan has grown up, since God has allowed me to return to this scene, let me protect you and kill all these rubbish that dare to humiliate you..."
"boom!"
Lu Fan's figure flashed, and his fists erupted with a terrifying killing wind. He passed by the fleeing figures and instantly appeared in front of those terrifying black shadows.
"Die!"
With a roar like a dragon, Lu Fan raised his right fist high and suddenly hit the black figure in front of him hard!
But just at this moment!
The shadowy face suddenly became clear, like ripples on water, gradually becoming more detailed until a resolute face emerged...
"Father……"
Lu Fan's fierce fist wind suddenly stopped in mid-air.
He looked at the man in front of him blankly, but saw a kind smile on the man's face, slowly raised his arm, and touched his cheek with the big but rough palm.
"Father……"
Tears welled up in Lu Fan's eyes, his body fell to the ground, and he suddenly burst into tears.
"You've grown up."
The middle-aged man's voice echoed faintly in his ears.
"Be able to stand alone, support the family and protect your wife."
"You can also be famous all over the world and carve out your own world in the ancient martial arts world."
"Thanks to him, he is my son, Lu Zhenguo. I am very happy."
Lu Zhenguo!
The leader of the Three Kings of the North, the God of War in Northern Xinjiang, the next head of the Lu family, and the biological father of Lu Fan!
Since the bloody night of the Lu family three years ago, Lu Fan has lost count of how long it has been since he saw his father in his dreams. Now that he finally saw him, even though he knew it was a dream, he still burst into tears.