The super son-in-law of the female president

When Zhang Tiankuang heard what Qin Fan said, he was slightly taken aback.

What he was about to say just now seemed to be choked back abruptly.

Judging from his appearance, he was obviously shocked by what Qin Fan said.

But how can he not avenge the murder of his son!
"Hehe, since I can have a spiritual weapon, I am definitely not an idler. Since you don't want to say it, then I can only have some regrets."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Tiankuang raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Oh my god, it's me, the father, who is sorry for you."

"The wolf is coming, the wolf is coming, this time you really met a wolf."

"Blame me, the father, for not protecting you well!"

After Nan Nan talked to himself, Zhang Tiankuang's eyes were red and bloodshot. He looked at Qin Fan and gritted his teeth.

"My master once told me that life is only a few dozen years, and you should treat wine as a song and enjoy yourself in time."

"In my life, I have been in the army for more than forty years, and my son who is nearly forty years old is now thirty years old."

"Master, the old man asked me to understand, and I said I couldn't understand it, so I could only stop at the tenth level of the mirror, and I couldn't step into the condensing period. If I didn't reach the threshold of practice, I couldn't break the shackles of time. There are 30 years left. , leave me alone, what's the point of living, who will inherit such a large family business I created with one hand!"

Qin Fan in the distance heard Zhang Tiankuang chattering endlessly in the wind, and didn't know if he was talking to him.

But according to what Zhang Tiankuang said, Zhang Tiankuang is already seventy years old.

But judging from his appearance, he looked like he was in his early fifties at most.

Sure enough, practice makes people young.

Qin Fan sneered: "Aren't you responsible for all this?"

"Is your son still doing less rape and robbery? Don't tell me you, the father, didn't correct you? Or is there a son like a father!"

Zhang Tiankuang was furious, and shouted at Qin Fan: "Shut up!"

"Everyone in the world can blame him, but you are not worthy!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Tian roared furiously, regardless of whether Qin Fan was holding a spiritual weapon or not, and whether Qin Fan was a child of some superpower.

All of this, at the moment, he can't care about it anymore.

He, Qin Fan, must die today!

"Take your life!"

With a big jump, Zhang Tiankuang made another palm move, as if falling from the sky.

"Tungus' Great Palm Technique!"

Qin Fan exclaimed, "Fuck!"

Use the spiritual energy of the spiritual heart grass that has not been exhausted in the body, and inject it into the dagger in his hand.

The dagger suddenly glowed crimson, and then swiped vigorously towards Zhang Tiankuang who was in the air. A sword energy instantly escaped from his body, like a flood dragon, and went straight to Zhang Tiankuang.

As for Qin Fan's body, at that moment, the energy in his body seemed to be forcibly drawn out along with the sword energy.

After shaking the sword energy, Qin Fan's whole body was like frost beating an eggplant, he immediately took two steps back, staggered, and fell cross-legged to the ground.

boom!
The silver light emitted by Tungus' big palm technique collided violently with the crimson sword energy.

In an instant, Zhang Tiankuang's body was thrown upside down.

Then fell heavily to the ground.

But in the next second, Zhang Tiankuang straightened up like a carp, and stood up firmly again.

"This, this is the power of the spirit weapon?"

On Zhang Tiankuang's right hand, there was a bloody hole in the palm at this moment, and the blood was slowly flowing down from the wound, along the fingertips, and dripped onto the ground.

And his entire arm is completely unconscious at this moment.

But after he looked at Qin Fan, he smiled proactively the next second.

Because Qin Fan's face was already pale, it was obvious from his appearance that he had exhausted himself a lot in order to throw out this sword energy.

"It hurt one of my arms, but it didn't hurt my root. In your hands, the aura is nothing short of reckless!"

Qin Fan sat cross-legged, looked at Zhang Tiankuang who was approaching in the distance, and cursed in his heart, but let alone stood up, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

That burst of sword energy just now drained all his strength.

It's too scary. Although the power of this broken spirit weapon is amazing, it is simply a thing that can hurt the enemy eight hundred and self-damage one thousand.

Zhang Tiankuang had just taken two steps when a trace of blood suddenly spilled from his mouth, and his footsteps paused slightly.

The remaining stress of the sword qi flowed along his wound, dissipated in his tendons, and dissipated after being destroyed.

Zhang Tiankuang took a deep breath. Fortunately, Qin Fan's cultivation is only at the ninth level of the mirror. The short sword, a spiritual tool, could easily take his own life.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tiankuang shook his head, smiled and picked up a stone from the ground.

This kid Qin Fan has too many secrets, who knows if he has any unique skills waiting to plot against him.

"I don't know if your head is hard, or this rock of mine is hard!"

Qin Fan squinted his eyes for a moment, hehe, the thing in Zhang Tiankuang's hand is not a stone, it is clearly half a brick.

Hehe, I didn't expect my final death to be this way, it was really unexpected.

Zhang Tiankuang is also a master who doesn't like nonsense. After making complaints, he didn't wait for Qin Fan's last words, so he directly attacked.

Really not a fastidious person.

Qin Fan smiled coldly.

Although he didn't even have the strength to shake his head, he still understood a lot of truth at this moment.

It turns out that the plots on TV are all deceitful. Those villains never like to talk nonsense with the protagonist, especially if they like to ask the protagonist's last words.

It wasn't until this time that Qin Fan understood why a TV series can have seventy or eighty episodes, and why a movie can last two hours.

It turned out that both the director and the editor spent time in the water.

Obviously, it only took a moment for this half of the brick to fly over.

But for some reason, at this moment, Qin Fan felt that this moment seemed a little long, a little long.

The long time made him recall many, many past events.

Those past events, some are unbearable, some are regretful, some are shameful, and of course some are joyful.

I still remember when I was a child, when the sun was setting, my father liked to take him and his sister to catch pheasants and ducks in the reeds by the village.

At that time the city did not develop so fast.

The unpretentious rural life is extraordinarily warm. At that time, the dusk was red and yellow, just like a duck egg, yellow and red.

I don't know why this picture popped up in my mind at this time.

People are about to die, and the scene of him running in the sunset back then will appear in his mind.

Hehe, the corners of Qin Fan's mouth rose slightly, and he smiled boringly.

Maybe people are like this, when they are due, they always like to think about some messy things.

A gust of wind!

A big hand suddenly appeared in front of Qin Fan's eyes, and took the brick abruptly!
"you are?"