Heaven-defying Skills

The sound of hooves in the distance was approaching, like a huge hammer, hitting Han Fengxue's heart. Although Han Fengxue had only seen those two figures and two faces once, they were deeply imprinted in Han Fengxue's soul and he would never forget them until his death. That was an unforgettable hatred. ♦♦  ♦♦

Aoyang and Shi Qian stared at the cold and bloodthirsty Han Fengxue in a daze. Aoyang couldn't believe it. Was this still the Xuefeng brother he knew? At this moment, Han Fengxue was like an uncontrollable beast. Although he hadn't killed anyone yet, the bloody smell had spread.

"Xuefeng, what's wrong with you?" Aoyang asked worriedly.

As if he didn't hear his words, Han Fengxue's eyes didn't move at all, but he just stared at the two figures rushing over here, the only two figures in the world. His fate began to change completely when those two figures appeared. Han Fengxue's lips were bitten to a bloody seam, and he said word by word: "It was them, they killed my father, today, I will pay with blood."

The piercing murderous intent made Ao Yang and Shi Qian feel cold, and they followed Han Fengxue's gaze to the two people who were leading the way. They were two middle-aged men in green clothes. There was an extraordinary temperament on their faces, and they were obviously not ordinary people. Looking at the two people, Ao Yang's eyes also burst out with murderous intent.

The cavalry finally arrived at the foot of the city. The two leading men raised their heads as if they had sensed something. Their eyes collided with Han Fengxue's in the air. They were both shocked at the same time: "What a strong killing intent!"

"Little Eagle!" Han Fengxue shouted in his heart. The little eagle quickly came to Han Fengxue and swooped down with Han Fengxue and Xiaobai. Through the relationship of the contract, the little eagle and Xiaobai could clearly feel how much Han Fengxue hated the two people on the opposite side. His huge cold eyes also had a violent bloodthirsty light, looking at the two people with confused minds.

The two looked at Han Fengxue who landed on the ground, and they were confused. Although the two sides were in hostility, there was no need to hate themselves like this. In those cold eyes, they saw the irreconcilable blood feud, but they did not remember where they had offended such a young strong man.

With a miserable smile, Han Fengxue's eyes were indescribably evil, which made the two people on the opposite side a little scared.

The "kill" command was issued, Xiao Diao and Xiao Bai rushed towards the opponent's cavalry at the same time, and the two leading men were left to Han Fengxue. Facing the murderer of his father, Han Fengxue didn't even bother to talk nonsense, and directly killed the enemy. The intense flames emitted scorching heat, and the hissing flames kept spraying towards the two people on the opposite side. The speed of the Bo Ling Step allowed Han Fengxue to quickly reach the two people. The silent illusory palm shadow was long and graceful, but feeling the power of the energy released between the palms, the two skill kings had no doubt that one palm could hurt them.

There was a huge wave in their hearts. When they received the battle report, they couldn't believe their ears. Hundreds of thousands of troops were repelled and disbanded by a young man and a piece of piano music. If it weren't for Cai Lun's good fighting skills and his high regard for King Xiaoyao, they would have thought it was a joke. But now, the joke is not funny at all. This young man is not only ridiculously good at playing the piano, but also a genius in both technician and warrior. He can even be compared to the genius who left them with unforgettable memories. The two couldn't help but compare Han Fengxue with that man and found that Han Fengxue and that man were somewhat similar, whether in appearance or temperament, or in talent. Of course, the two couldn't think that Han Fengxue was the descendant of that man, because they already knew that the son of that man was a useless person, a complete useless person who couldn't even be a technician.

The ethereal palm shadows flew everywhere. The two of them controlled the elements in the air to the maximum extent to suppress Han Fengxue's movements, but they found that the effect was not as ideal as they imagined. Han Fengxue's movements were still extremely flexible. If he had not already added several defensive skills to his body, he might have been injured.

"Separate!" One of them shouted, and flew back, while the other flew back in another direction. The technicians were not good at close combat. Fortunately, they had the cultivation of eight-star skill kings to resist Han Fengxue for so long.

Han Fengxue sneered in his heart. When the two were together, it was difficult for Han Fengxue to use his skills to kill one of them. But now, Han Fengxue followed one of them and suddenly disappeared. Seeing the figure disappearing in front of him, the man felt something was wrong and moved forward instead of retreating. But at this moment, his body suddenly seemed to be restrained by something and he lost his ability to move. Then his mind was in a trance for a moment. Han Fengxue had already made a decisive move. The silent autumn wind palm was about to fall on the man's back. Suddenly, a strong elemental pressure came and slowed down Han Fengxue's speed a little. Then the other party's body slightly tilted, and Han Fengxue's palm finally hit him. He spat out a mouthful of blood and the man flew to the side.

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A milky white light shone, and the other person's skill had already arrived. Strong elements gushed out, and a spear appeared in his hand. Han Fengxue didn't expect the other party to be so strong. He flashed and launched again. The spear head with a flame breath pierced into the figure who had just climbed up. A powerful eight-star skill king died inexplicably at the spear head of Han Fengxue, and he didn't even understand what happened before he died.

Han Fengxue rushed at another person without hesitation, ignoring the shock and astonishment on his face. The ghostly spear stabbed out from tricky angles, and the man flew back, feeling very depressed. Two eight-star skill kings were killed by the other party before they could even use a skill. He saw from the corner of his eye that Xiao Diao and Xiao Bai slaughtered all the cavalry they brought in less than a moment. He was sweating profusely. He finally understood a fact at this moment. The young man in front of him was much more talented than the genius eight years ago.

"Wait!" the man shouted in fear.

Han Fengxue listened to it, and the other party was already trapped in a jar, so he was not in a hurry at all. Moreover, he needed a living person, because there were more than these two people who killed his father.

After taking a look at the corpse of his companion and then at Han Fengxue who was full of murderous intent, the man swallowed his saliva and asked, "Sir, I wonder if there is any misunderstanding between us."

Han Fengxue shook his head, suppressing his rage to kill, his eyes were still sharp and cold.

He felt a chill in his heart, and his mind turned slightly. The man said again, "Sir, war is not something I can control, nor is it something I decide. If I hurt your relatives and friends, I apologize to you here. If you can let me go today, Yu will definitely reward you handsomely."

Han Fengxue still shook his head. The other party was less impatient and more calm than eight years ago. Of course, this was also based on the fact that Han Fengxue was stronger than him.

The man frowned, and there was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes: "So, what do you want?"

"Your life." Han Fengxue said coldly without any emotion.

The man's face changed drastically: "Why."

"Why?" Han Fengxue sneered: "Do you remember that eight years ago, six of you killed a man in the suburbs of Fengcheng."

The man's heart tightened, and he said in shock: "How do you know?"

"Because I was there at the time."

"Are you that useless boy?" The man blurted out, thinking of his useless son, he felt a little awkward, and his eyes showed a look of disbelief, but he saw Han Fengxue nodded, and the last fantasy in his heart was shattered. He really regretted not cutting the grass and eradicating it at that time, but who could have thought that the former waste has become today's peerless genius.

The milky white golden light put a layer of armor on the man, and the extremely sharp breath continued to bloom, and a piece of milky white blade-like sharp cold light went towards Han Fengxue.

The light yellow element condensed into a soil shield in front of him, resisting the golden light. The biting cold of the water system and the hot riot of the fire system made the airflow a little unstable. With a residual image, the spear flashed and stabbed at the man whose eyeballs almost fell out of the frame.

"It turns out that talent can really be inherited!" The man's heart was shocked and numbed. This was a different three series from the one Han Jianfeng had back then.