As if hearing Han Yin's cry, Han Yong, who was lying on the ground, really moved, his body seemed to be twitching, and his eyes suddenly opened. m. The most data-saving, ad-free site for mobile phones.
"That's great, grandpa, he's not dead." Han Yin was pleasantly surprised and was about to run to Han Yong's side.
"Come back, you can't go there."
Han Long heard Han Mofeng's voice, grabbed Han Yin's hand and pulled her back.
"What are you doing? Didn't you see grandpa? Did he move just now? He's not dead."
"Han Yin, please wake up. The Great Elder is dead." Han Long said in a serious tone and hugged her tightly.
Phew, Han Yong suddenly stood up from the ground, his body straightened up, his unrecognizable face was covered with a layer of black air, his eyes were completely black, and the whites of his eyes could not be seen.
Everyone was shocked. Han Yin stared at Han Yong blankly, tears running down his cheeks uncontrollably. Han Long didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only pat her head gently.
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Click, click, Han Yong moved his stiff body, and his joints made explosive noises. It was as if some strange power was flowing under his old body, all the muscles were stretched and bulged, and his skin turned gray-black.
"This is corpse poison entering the heart." Han Mofeng exclaimed, "Everyone retreated immediately."
Swish, everyone in the Han and Wu families immediately retreated tens of meters away, watching Han Yong twist his body, gradually adapting to the current strength.
"What should we do now?" Wu Lie's face was solemn.
"We can only destroy the great elder before the corpse poison completely invades his body." Han Mofeng sighed.
"No, how can this be done? Grandpa, he became like this because of the Han family, how can you still destroy his body?" Han Yin shouted.
"Han Yin, there is nothing we can do about this. Once the corpse poison completely invades the body of the great elder, he will be the next bronze corpse. Do you want everyone here to be killed by the great elder? If the great elder knows
, after he died, he was controlled by corpse poison and killed his own people, and he will definitely not rest in peace."
"But, but" Han Yin murmured, his voice slowly lowered, and he turned his head and buried his face in Han Long's chest.
"Han Yun, let's do it together."
"Yes." Han Yun nodded, his expression gloomy. All this was caused by the Cheng family. He looked at the battlefield of Han Yi and Cheng Ling in the distance. The speed of the two people was so terrifying that they couldn't see them clearly.
The body shape. Only some vague shadows can be seen occasionally, and they disappear in a flash.
Han Mofeng mobilized his spiritual power, and the crimson light condensed on the long sword, and he slashed out with one strike.
"Feng Yan breaks the killing sword."
Han Yun formed a seal and slapped his palm on the ground, making a rumbling sound from the ground of the square. Countless earth pierced the earth and clicked, fixing Han Yong in place.
At this moment, Han Yong's eyes rolled, looking at the red-green sword light flying towards him, his stiff face expressionless, his head turned, his feet moved, and terrifying power erupted from his body.
Boom, more than a dozen three-meter-long ground thorns were shattered by him, and he was freed from Han Yun's restraints. Feng Yan's killing sword fell into the air, and the ground exploded, creating a deep pit several meters in size.
A blurry afterimage pulled out from behind Han Yong and suddenly appeared in front of Han Yun, piercing his heart with sharp claws. A huge sense of crisis exploded in his mind, and Han Yun launched the Xuanyan Jue without hesitation. The amber spirit
The force condenses a layer of light curtain on the surface of the body, which is extremely solid.
Alas, but the light curtain was too fragile under Han Yong's sharp claws. The light curtain was torn, and the sharp claws pierced Han Yun's chest.
"No" Han Long looked at Han Yun's back, one hand penetrated his body and held the bright red heart.
Han Yong stepped forward and bit his neck. His sharp teeth easily pierced his artery, and blood surged out and flowed into his mouth.
"No, don't"
Han Long screamed heartbreakingly, but what's the use? No matter how loud he screamed, he couldn't change the outcome. Bang, Han Yong's heart burst in his hand, he took out his hand and turned it into a mummy.
Han Yun threw it aside.
"Ah, I'm going to kill you, kill you."
Han Long pushed Han Yin away, looking like a madman, releasing his spiritual power without reservation, and rushed towards Han Yong.
"Han Long, come back." Han Mofeng was shocked and shouted.
Han Yin stared blankly at Han Long's back, his face pale. How could this happen? Why let them go through these things?
"Hehe, hehe." She remembered that they were the ones who wanted to come, saying silly things about living and dying with their family, but the cruelty of reality far exceeded their imagination. It was just a separation of life and death, and they were so cruel.
Completely defeated.
She hid her face and cried, preventing herself from seeing Han Yong and Han Long. Those two people were the most important and caring people to her, but now they were fighting to the death. No, that's not right, grandpa is already dead.
But what about Han Long? Han Long may also be dead.
Why do I have no courage at all to help him?
"Han Long." Han Mofeng suddenly screamed after he had just moved more than ten meters away. Han Yin's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly looked up. Han Yong appeared in front of Han Long's eyes at some unknown time, grabbing his with a sharp claw.
Top of head.
"Go to hell." Han Long ignored him and slammed his fist wrapped in amber spiritual power into Han Yong's chest. He actually planned to die with Han Yong. However, the reality was not as beautiful as he thought. Boom, that moment
The fist hit Han Yong's chest, just like a wooden hammer hitting steel. There was no reaction. Instead, his fist was shocked and painful.
A fatal sense of crisis shrouded his head, it was Han Yong's sharp claws that turned into a bronze corpse. Han Long watched the sharp claws stabbing him, but was unable to avoid it.
Grandpa, I'm coming. He closed his eyes.
"Hey, let me tell you, life is such a precious thing, you can't give it up so easily." A low and hoarse voice reached Han Long's ears. He opened his eyes, and Han Yong's fallen claws were caught by a black palm.
Grabbing it, the hand stretched out from behind him.
"Sir." Han Long called, his eyes full of surprise.
"Roar" Han Yong roared, and his sharp claws struggled wildly to break free from Han Yi's palm, but Han Yi's palm remained motionless like an iron plier.
"Why don't you get out of here? Don't you see the girl over there crying? She is worried about you. If you die too, she will really be helpless in the Han family from now on."
"My lord, I"
"Don't give me nonsense. As a man, you have to support your woman. Let me take care of the bad guy." Han Yi grabbed Han Long's shoulder with his other hand and lifted it like a chicken.
He threw it out.
Da da da da, Han Long shot backwards for tens of meters, retreated a dozen steps and stabilized his figure beside Han Yin.
"Han Long, I thought you were really going to die." Han Yin suddenly stood up and hugged Han Long, crying uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry for making you worry."
Seeing the two of them hugging each other, a smile appeared on Han Yi's face under the mask. This is right, otherwise I would have been busy for a long time. This sentence passed through his mind, turned around, and looked at Han Yong
His face turned completely gray and black, and he was almost unrecognizable due to the corpse poison. He looked like the ugliest monster.
"Great Elder, it must be very painful. Just let me rescue you."
He murmured in a low voice, and the power of thunder exploded along his arms, and countless thumb-thick thunder arcs instantly enveloped Han Yong's body.
"Ho ho"
Haha, Han Yong let out a shrill roar, and green smoke erupted from the surface of his body under the bombardment of the thunder arc. In just a few breaths, his flesh and blood was reduced to ashes under the arc, and in the blink of an eye, only a pile of white bones remained.
Bang bang, Cheng Ling on the other side knocked out the two clones that were entangled with him, and looked at Han Yi. The snake eyes were cold, evil, and strangely beautiful.
"I care so much about the two little guys from the Han family. Now I'm getting more and more curious. Who are you?" Cheng Ling had a smile on his face and stared into Han Yi's eyes. "I have an answer in my heart.
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"If you want to verify it, kill me and take off my mask."
"I will."
The tone of Cheng Ling's words changed, from sharp to deep. It was because he was suppressing the anger surging in his heart, the anger that was burning like a ball of fire.
"It looks like you're ready to go all out."
"Yeah, I can't wait to see your face."
"If you fail, I will tell you who I am."
"Hahaha, no need, because I will definitely win." Cheng Ling roared like a lion, his body completely twisted, and appeared in front of Han Yi without any warning. He swung his sharp claws and turned into a shadow of claws to cover Han Yi's head.
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A silver arc suddenly appeared, and the Thunder Sky Sword swung out. Every claw shadow was cut open by the sharp edge of the sword.
Cheng Ling let out a scream and flew back. Han Yi did not pursue him.
"It seems that your snake skin is not thick enough."
"How is it possible? The sword just now couldn't cut through my snake scale defense?"
"That's probably your illusion. I really don't think I've ever actually fought you with the Thunder Sky Sword."
When Cheng Ling heard this, his pupils shrank. His two claws were dripping with blood, and the snake scales were cut neatly across the palm of his hand, almost splitting it in half. If he hadn't retreated quickly enough, he probably wouldn't have been able to save his hand.
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"You are indeed not an ordinary Lingfu disciple. This sword must be a high-level spiritual weapon."
"Guess." Han Yi didn't intend to talk nonsense anymore. He stepped forward and rushed towards Cheng Ling at a very fast speed. The silver arc appeared again, cutting the air and making a violent whistling sound.
Cheng Ling retreated so fast. Han Yi struck the place where he was standing with his sword, and a sword mark extended several meters away, right at Cheng Ling's feet. If he had retreated any slower, he would undoubtedly have been struck by a strike.
The sword split in half.
Phew, the arc light flashed, and he didn't even see Han Yi's movements clearly. His body was extremely twisted, bending ninety degrees to the side, and the sword technique of Lei Xiao Sword rubbed across his waist.
Han Yi turned his wrist, and the long sword looked back like a poisonous snake, biting Cheng Ling's neck. Cheng Ling pierced the ground with his claws, and his body flipped through the air.
The sword edge landed in the air, flicked quickly, and slashed diagonally in the opposite direction. Before Cheng Ling could react, it cut open his lower abdomen. Those green snake scales were as fragile as tofu in front of the Lei Xiao Sword.