"Shashasha!~"

Two figures, a man and a woman, were moving quickly through the dense forest. They were breathing heavily, and their pale faces were full of panic.

"Brother Feng, I, I can't run anymore." The woman behind said panting.

"Wan'er, we must hold on. We managed to escape. If we are caught again, it will be over." The person running in front was Han Feng. This was ten years ago, and he was only in his twenties.

year old youth.

"Brother Feng, you, you can escape alone and leave me alone," Wan'er said.

"Wan'er, let's go together. I won't leave you behind." Han Feng said firmly.

"Brother Feng, I really, really can't run anymore." Wan'er was out of breath. She was completely dragged forward by Han Feng.

"Wan'er, if you hold on for a little longer, you will be able to run out of this forest soon." Han Feng said with a hint of joy, because there was light ahead and the forest seemed to be coming to an end.

Finally, the two of them rushed out of the forest, but what appeared in front of them was not a flat plain, but a cliff.

When I came to the edge of the cliff and looked down, I couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

The two looked at each other with despair in their eyes.

At this moment, an eerie laughter sounded in the jungle behind.

The two people's faces instantly turned livid.

Looking back, I saw the terrifying figure of the old man rushing out of the jungle like a ghost, blocking the two people's escape.

Han Feng could never forget this face. This face was as terrifying as a zombie. He was none other than the Poison Sect, the leader of the Poison Corpse Hall, Poison Dragon.

"Hehehehe, let's see where you can run." Poison Dragon said sadly, the smile on his face was extremely ferocious.

Both of their bodies were trembling, and their faces were full of fear. To them, the old man in front of them was a devil, a man-eating devil.

Poison Dragon stared at the two of them, his vicious eyes filled with an extremely excited look. He didn't know when he picked up a bead the size of a peach core in his hand, exuding dark green aura.

Looking at this bead, the look of fear in the two people's eyes became more intense.

"This corpse core of mine only needs to swallow one more person to refine it to perfection. One of the two of you will become the sacrifice of this corpse core, and the other will become the host of this corpse core.

.This corpse core will give you extremely powerful power of death, making you my killing tool." Poison Dragon said in a gloomy voice, and then asked the two of them: "Which one of you wants to be the sacrifice?

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Both of them retreated in panic, and soon their heels reached the edge of the cliff, and they had no way to retreat.

Poison Dragon's eyes wandered back and forth between the two of them, and finally rested on Wan'er. He raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth and said in a sinister voice: "Then you will be the sacrifice." After saying this, he reached out and raised his hand in the void.

Grasping, like a magnet, forcefully attracted Wan'er to him.

"Wan'er!" Han Feng exclaimed, but he didn't dare to step forward. He didn't have the courage to step forward. He could only watch as Poison Dragon stuffed the corpse core into Wan'er's mouth.

After swallowing the corpse core, Wan'er's whole body burned with dark green fireworks, she screamed in pain, and her body gradually shriveled up.

Just when Poison Dragon let go of his hand, Wan'er suddenly jumped towards Han Feng, and the two of them fell off the cliff together.

Han Feng knew that Wan'er did this because she didn't want him to become a puppet.

There was a deep pool under the cliff. Han Feng survived, but Wan'er's body was devoured and mutilated, leaving only the corpse core exuding dark green aura...

Standing on the ring, the sad scenes from the past kept reappearing in Han Feng's mind.

Seeing Han Feng come on stage, Pan Qian in the audience immediately showed an anxious look, but Pan Zhengfeng's eyes flashed with a cold look. If this guy hadn't interfered, he wouldn't have forced his daughter to compete in a martial arts competition to recruit a bride.

The strong man on the stage did not mean to underestimate the enemy, because he had just entered the late stage of the Earth Realm, and the guy in front of him was just like the thin young man before, he was about to enter the late stage of the Earth Realm.

The distance is not too big either.

"Oops!~"

Han Feng took out an ice sword, which was a high-grade treasure. Although he could use a high-grade treasure with his cultivation level, it would consume more energy.

After taking out the ice sword, he took out a rejuvenation pill and swallowed it directly. It seemed that he was fully prepared.

Seeing Han Feng's move, the strong man opposite was slightly surprised, and the audience in the audience were also surprised.

Without saying a word, Han Feng injected zhenqi into the sword and rushed towards the strong man.

The strong man slowly raised his knife to block.

"Qiang!"

Han Feng's ice sword was blocked.

Originally, the strong man thought that the opponent would withdraw his sword and retreat. Unexpectedly, instead of retreating, he also injected a large amount of true energy into the sword. A cold air filled the sword, and its strength suddenly increased by a few points.

The strong man also quickly injected Qi into the knife, and there was a powerful collision with the opponent.

"Bang!~"

An explosion sounded, and both of them were pushed back by a strong impact.

Just as he stabilized his posture, Han Feng mobilized his true energy without any hesitation and rushed towards the strong man again.

The ice sword in his hand was filled with cold air. The cold air wrapped around the sword and kept spinning. The entire sword looked like it was wrapped in a small whirlwind.

"This guy should be practicing ice swordsmanship, right?"

"This is indeed the first level of the whirlwind cold sword of the Ice Sword Technique. It looks like he can use it in a decent manner. He should have practiced it quite well."

"If I can practice the second form to this point, I might be able to compete with my opponent."

Just as these people said, Han Feng practices a set of advanced water-based skills called Ice Sword Techniques. In terms of skills, this set of Ice Sword Techniques is obviously more powerful than the opponent's Evil Tiger Sword Technique, and Han Feng practices

Feng's actual combat experience is definitely not inferior to that of his opponent. After all this calculation, he should still have a slight chance of winning.

Seeing the opponent's attack, the strong man did not hesitate to use the first move of the Evil Tiger Sword Technique, Hungry Tiger Pounce. He injected zhenqi into the knife and raised it high above his head. At the same time, he jumped forward high and faced Han Feng.

Chop away.

Originally, the strong man thought that Han Feng would use moves to block his attack. Unexpectedly, the opponent ignored his attack and swung his sword directly towards the zhenqi defense in front of him.

"Uh-huh!"

Both of their attacks hit each other's Qi defense.

Han Feng had the advantage in martial arts, while the strong man had the advantage in cultivation, so neither of them benefited from it. After one blow, they fell back one after another.

Just after he regained his footing, Han Feng charged at the strong man with great force. His posture was like that of a mad beast, not afraid of life and death, just to bite off the enemy's neck.

The strong man was really intimidated by Han Feng's momentum. This guy didn't come to compete in martial arts to attract a bride. He just came to fight for his life.

Seeing Han Feng like this, Pan Qian in the audience was anxious, and Ye Wutian also frowned slightly.

The strong man tried his best to deflect the opponent's sword, and then quickly retreated to a corner of the high platform. Then he injected zhenqi into the sword and planned to use the second style of the Evil Tiger Sword Technique, Crazy Tiger Bite.

Although Han Feng fought very hard, he did not lose his mind. When he saw the strong man seemed to be preparing to use his ultimate move, he did not continue to charge, but very wisely prepared his own move.

He raised the ice sword in his hand high. With the injection of true energy, the cold air on the sword surged. The cold air condensed on the sword quickly like ice, forming a huge ice sword about ten meters long in a moment.

"This move of freezing three feet seems to be quite powerful. I'm afraid it's even better than the opponent's crazy tiger bite."

"It seems that this guy has practiced very hard. It is really not easy to condense this three-foot-long ice sword into a substantial form. Even ordinary monks in the late stage of the Earth Realm have difficulty doing it."

Several senior monks in the audience spoke highly of Han Feng's move, and the facts are as they said. Over the years, Han Feng has practiced very diligently and hard. Although his qualifications are not very good, he still has

He has reached this point with amazing perseverance, and he has worked so hard just to one day avenge Wan'er.

The strong man's moves were prepared first. He swung the sword with golden light in his hand and slashed forward in the air. When the sword fell, a low tiger roar sounded from the blade, and the golden light on the blade was seen tumbling.

, transformed into a translucent golden tiger shadow, and rushed toward Han Feng menacingly.

Just when Jin Hu was halfway through the charge, Han Feng's move was successfully prepared. He swung the huge three-foot-tall ice sword in his hand and slashed forward with great force.

When the ice sword fell, there was a chilling air, and Ding Jie in the audience couldn't help but shudder.

"Boom!~"

The ice sword suddenly struck Jin Hu's head, and the collision of the two forces caused a violent explosion. An extremely dazzling golden light bloomed at the point of impact, making it difficult for people to look directly.

The golden light quickly faded, and the golden tiger had been completely defeated. However, Han Feng's ice sword still had an almost transparent sword shadow, which fell on the strong man's infuriating defense.

"Oops!~"

The strong man's zhenqi defense trembled, and the sword shadow shattered like glass.

The power of the opponent's blow surprised the strong man a little. When he came to his senses, he saw that the opponent had already raised his sword and charged towards him. The momentum was just as fierce as before.

The strong man sweated. Although he had the advantage in cultivation, he could not feel relaxed at all. In his eyes, the enemy in front of him was so terrifying. In the past, even when he faced those crazy spiritual beasts, he could not feel at all relaxed.

He had never had such a terrifying feeling before, and he was very curious as to what desire made this person become so crazy.

"Oops!~"

He raised his knife to block the opponent's severe blow. The strong man stumbled back two steps and barely regained his footing at the edge of the stage.
Chapter completed!