Facing the middle-aged man shrouded in black mist in front of him, Huo Yiming felt as if he was looking in the mirror at this moment.
In terms of appearance, apart from their aquiline noses, there are not many similarities between them.
But Huo Yiming had a vague feeling that he and the other person seemed to be printed from the same mold.
As the Martial Emperor, he knows better than anyone else that his martial arts cultivation and inheritance from the Dragon Sect are actually somewhat different.
The higher the level of cultivation, the more so.
In recent years, Huo Yiming has gradually become accustomed to concealing his actions. His true strength cannot be seen until the real moment of life and death.
In addition, people practicing the same martial arts may have different understandings and differences in strength, so fellow members of the Prison Dragon Sect are not surprised by this.
Even Jie Feng began to appreciate this talented disciple more and more.
He has great expectations for Huo Yiming.
Not only could Huo Yiming be stronger than his predecessor in the future, but the other party might also improve the inheritance of the Prison Dragon Sect, making the martial arts inheritance of the Prison Dragon Sect more sophisticated and powerful.
But Huo Yiming himself knew that the changes in his sword skills were not entirely due to his own subjective thinking and inspiration.
Many times, it comes from an intuition that seems to come from blood.
It's like he originally knew another unparalleled skill, but now he seems to have forgotten it.
But when he practiced the martial arts of the Purgatory Dragon School, all these things were like ghosts, affecting him subtly.
The higher his cultivation level, the deeper his understanding of martial arts, and the more obvious this phenomenon becomes.
His own sword skills gradually surpassed the Prison Dragon Sword of the Prison Dragon Sect, and this was the reason.
Huo Yiming had earlier suspected that he might have some wisdom left over from his previous life.
Perhaps, he had unparalleled cultivation in his previous life, and now he is reincarnated. Although he has no memory of his previous life, some of the influence of martial arts artistic conception still remains.
But now, facing Lei Han, Huo Yiming's heart was almost uncontrollable, and he had a suspicion that he refused to believe.
Lei Han looked calm and indifferent: "It seems that you have noticed it yourself."
His words seemed to hit Huo Yiming's heart hard.
In this matter, the other party cannot even say that he deceived him, nor can he deceive him.
However, his own feelings are the most real.
The suspicion that he tried so hard to suppress in his heart suddenly resurfaced involuntarily.
I have something to do with this Dragon Demon Emperor.
Huo Yiming was silent for a while, while Lei Han said quietly: "You should also feel it, this comes from blood."
While speaking, he raised his hand and struck the air casually.
A black dragon appeared, its eyes were blood red, and it was fierce and domineering.
When Huo Yiming saw this, his body swayed vaguely in mid-air.
Lei Han looked at him: "I like to get straight to the point and be straightforward.
You should have thought by now that your surname is Lei, not Huo, and you are my son.
Only my bloodline inheritance can make you and I have the same artistic conception of martial arts. This is something that other people who practice my "Xuanlong Cult" cannot do."
Huo Yiming took a deep breath.
At this moment, he slowly calmed down.
The young man did not shy away and looked directly into Lei Han's eyes: "From the time I can remember, my surname has been Huo, not anything else."
Lei Han looked calm and nodded: "When you and I were separated, it was not what I wanted. Now that we are finally reunited, I hope you can come back to me, and I also want to make up for your lost childhood."
Huo Yiming looked at the other party with a slightly complicated expression: "I don't need senior to compensate me for anything. If there is any compensation, senior will compensate Chang'an City, but I don't think you are willing to do this."
"good."
Lei Han said calmly: "But it's not because of you. If I were another enemy, I would be willing to make an exception for you, but Chang'an City cannot. Ming Tonghui and I are different, and he owes me and other brothers. It’s not that I owe him Chang’an City.”
Huo Yiming shook his head: "I don't know the truth about your grievances in the past, and I am not qualified to evaluate them. But now, Senior Su, Senior Chu, Senior Ao, and Senior Shen are all in Chang'an, advancing and retreating together with His Majesty. Could it be that they were all back then?" Have I betrayed you?"
Lei Han's expression remained unchanged: "It's basically certain that Lao Qi is not there, and the possibility of Eleven and Twelve Sisters is also very small, so I have always wanted to win over them, but unfortunately, they were all deceived by Ming Tonghui."
Shrouded in black mist, he finally looked to the east: "I already have some calculations in my mind, and somewhere, maybe I can look for evidence to prove that what I said is right."
Huo Yiming said: "I really don't understand the whole story of the grudges back then.
But I know that now, under the rule of Chang'an, the people are living in peace and harmony, and their lives are getting better and better.
As for Luzhou, Beiju, which was previously ruled by my predecessors, it is not an exaggeration to say that the people are in dire straits and can often be seen thousands of miles away."
Lei Han said indifferently: "It's just hypocrisy. Do you care how many ants you kill under your feet?"
There was no fear on Huo Yiming's face, and he looked at him: "Senior has his reasons, and I have my own thoughts. To this day, if senior is not willing to turn war into friendship with Chang'an City, then I have to say that I hope Chang'an City will win. , and I myself will also obey Chang'an's orders."
He said slowly but firmly: "Senior, there is no need to be merciful. Although I am defeated, I will never sit back and die. What's more, I am only facing a clone of senior now."
At the same time as he spoke, the sword was unsheathed on his back.
A black dragon with blood eyes like Lei Han appeared on the vast sea.
"You regard the people in Chang'an as one of your own, but not necessarily the other party."
Lei Han put his hands behind his back, but seemed to have no intention of taking action: "You trust others too easily."
Huo Yiming pointed his sword at the opposite side: "Senior, do you want to make our relationship public to the public?"
"Are you scared?" Lei Han asked calmly.
Huo Yiming said: "Perhaps everyone will have some misunderstandings and incomprehensions at first, but I believe that everyone will gradually believe in me."
Lei Han nodded: "Then I'll wait and see."
Huo Yiming's right hand holding the sword began to raise above his head, preparing to chop it down: "Senior, even if he is a clone, he is not invincible to ordinary people. If you ignore it, you will be in danger to others. Please forgive me for offending!"
After saying that, he chopped it down with his sword.
Thousands of sword energy condensed into a blood-eyed black dragon, which was more domineering and fierce than the thousands of black dragons dancing wildly, and slashed at Lei Han's clone in front of him.
Lei Han did not dodge, nor resist.
Just like that, he took Huo Yiming's sword.
His clone, like Huo Yiming, is in the twelfth realm.
His cultivation is so domineering and brilliant that even Huo Yiming is not sure of his victory.
However, no practitioner in the twelfth realm in the world could bear the blow from Lei Han's full strength.
Lei Han's clone was immediately beheaded by Huo Yiming.
"I have never fulfilled my responsibilities as a father. This knife should be regarded as paying you some interest first."
The man in black remained expressionless and said calmly.
Then as the wound bleeds, the body splits in half.