Chapter 354 Brother

Sikong Jietian dropped his mountain ghost knife to his head. When it was critical, a light flashed and fell on the body of the knife. The power was extremely huge. Sikong Jietian did not hold it. In the crisp sound, it fell to the dust...

Sikong's face was ferocious, but there was no sound everywhere. The focus of everyone's eyes fell on him. He said angrily, "Can't I die?" At this time, Sikong's subordinates had surged in front of him, and their eyes were awe-inspiring. They knelt into the dust and said in unison, "General can't die." Sikong split sky's blank but cold eyes swept over the crowd and said, "Whoever advises me, I will kill him."

A voice came, "extremely stupid." The voice is clear and not big, but it is very penetrating. It can be seen that the martial arts cultivation of the visitors is extremely profound.

Sikong said angrily, "Who are you?"

"You don't care who I am. Isn't it stupid that you don't cherish your life so much? The sarcasm in his voice made Sikong's face red and white. He was awarded the title of general with military merit. Who in the army of the Xuanhuang Dynasty did not know the famous Sikong Riftian, but today he was defeated, and in front of countless people, how could he bear it? In his consciousness, "Lost is equivalent to death."

At this time, a figure crossed layers of obstacles and mixed into the crowd without a trace. No one has noticed that there is already one more person around them...

The black armored army behind Sikong split sky suddenly appeared a trace of joy. They knew who was talking. Under the world, perhaps this person may be the only person who can turn Sikong split sky back and take back his death... Sikong Ritian gradually calmed down and said to the air, "Since you are here, come out."

The voice laughed, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you after all... Ha ha..."

With laughter, a figure came slowly from the outside of the crowd in the distance, like stepping on the mountain wind. The floating and sinking in the air seems to be slow and fast. In a blink of an eye, it has come to the front. The long black hair floats like a fairy...

When it came near, the man's speed suddenly accelerated, and in a moment, he reached the high platform...

The man was dressed in plain white, short clothes, tight sleeves and thin boots. The eyebrows are extremely three-dimensional and powerful. The arrogance between the eyebrows...

"Can you be convinced that I scold you?" The man smiled and raised his eyebrows to ask Sikong Riftian. Everyone can't help but make a big deal. How can the world ask such a question? This is not ugly in public. Especially with Sikong's temper, why don't you try your best for others?

Unexpectedly, Sikong Ritian didn't say anything. He lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment and raised his eyes: "If others scold me so much, I will naturally fight with him. However, Han Jian scolded me so much, but I had nothing to say. Because only you are qualified to say that about me..."

It turned out that Sikong Ritian and Han Jian once served in the same army and could give their backs to each other's comrades-in-arms. Later, although they had different opportunities, the feelings of mutual affection between the two still remained...

Han Jian said, "Okay, since I'm qualified to say that about you, you can go. The next thing will be left to me. Han Jian is the deputy commander of Jinyiwei. His official position, including cultivation, is not under the sky. Naturally, he is qualified to take over the other party's field...

Sikong cracked the blood from the corners of his mouth and said, "Although you are qualified to say this about me, my business is my business. No one can replace me. Since you have lost, you have to bear the consequences of failure. You'd better go..." Sikong Ritian knew in his heart that although Han Jian's martial arts cultivation was higher than him, it was only a line difference. Even if the latter went up, I'm afraid it would be given in vain. He didn't want Han Jian to go up and die for him...

He walked in a few steps and looked at the stubborn Sikong split sky between his eyebrows. The two looked at each other, as if they could see each other's hearts. Han Jian stretched out his hand as if to hold the other party's arm. As soon as Sikong Rift Tian stretched out his hand, Han Jian took out his hand like electricity and suddenly clicked on Sikong Ritian's acupuncture point, and the latter stood stiff there...

Han Jian took a step back, his eyes were deep, and he stared at Sikong Riftian. Suddenly, a faint smile spread from the corners of his mouth and said, "Since I'm here, you know my temper, I won't go down." He suddenly turned around and shouted, "Take you down." The masters of the Black Armor Army, their eyes flashed, shouted loudly, and took down the powerful Sikong split sky, not to mention the injury...

Han Jian turned around and turned his eyes to Bisma, the deserted lion who had been watching all this coldly. He said lightly, "I'll replace him. Your Excellency won't say our wheel battle, will you?"

There was a strange look on the face of the desert wild lion. After looking at him for a while, he suddenly smiled, "No. Your Excellency touched me a little... Ha ha, but if you want to suffer on behalf of others, you also need to have the ability..."

Han Jian's face was indifferent, and there was no change at all. "If you don't object, brighten your blade." Han Jian stood there for a while. He could feel the power of the other party gradually increasing.

The desert lion suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Han Jian."

"The realm of gathering gas is perfect. General, you are not my opponent..."

Han Jian's face showed a trace of fierceness, "Don't talk nonsense..." Just as he was about to go on, suddenly a strange look appeared on the face of the deserted lion opposite him, and a voice sounded behind him, "Second brother, if you have something to do, let me do it." The voice is light, but elegant and powerful.

Han Jian's face changed a little. He turned around and saw a tall and burly figure standing a few steps behind him and looking at him.

In the unknown pavilion, Fengshen's face smiled and said slowly, "Bad boy, finally appeared. I'm afraid it's not your brother who appears. I really can't force you..." Li Jingtian, the national master beside him, stroked his black beard under his jaw and said with a smile, "It's true that you fight against tiger brothers and father and son soldiers... Ha ha..."

At the same time, the two old monks and the commandment ghosts behind the wild lion suddenly opened their eyes. Looking at Han Feng standing in front of Han Jian, a trace of imperceptible light flashed in his dim yellow eyes... The two sides looked at each other and their eyelids sag again. Restored a listless look...

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The sky is gloomy, and the clouds and fog are almost unable to withstand the rain. The rain began to float. On the top of the green mountain in the distance, a small black dot is flying this way...

Han Jian stared in front of him, who was already taller than his younger brother. He said majestically, "You stinky boy, when did you come? Humph, it's not your turn to insert a bar..."

Han Feng looked at the majestic second brother in front of him, and the picture in his heart suddenly jumped out of the realm in front of him. Somehow, there was a scene of running around behind the second brother when I was a child... When I was a child, I didn't like to practice martial arts, so every time I was bullied, my second brother came out to help me find the scene. His second brother's voice seemed to echo in his ear, "If anyone dares to bully my brother, step on my Han Jian's body..." Those naughty hooligans were scared back by the second brother's bloody face, and were scared to death by the second brother's toughness...

Han Feng came to his senses and looked at Han Jian in front of him and suddenly said, "How can you work with the leader of Han? As long as you sit in the back, if your brother is defeated, you can do it again." As he spoke, his eyes moved slightly, and a sudden Thunderbolt appeared in Han Jian's Zifu God Sea, which shocked him. Fortunately, the Thunderbolt was collected at once and did not hurt him at all. Han Jian knew in his heart that the third brother who once needed his protection was already above himself...

The two looked at each other, and everything was silent. Han Jian suddenly felt a layer of crystal wetness in his eyes. He went deep and punched Han Feng on the shoulder heavily. His eyes condensed on the other party's young but extremely calm and confident face, "If it doesn't work, don't hold on." Han Feng nodded, "Brothers are of the same heart, and their profits are broken."

Yes, brothers are of the same mind, and their benefits are broken. Han Jian repeated it and took a few steps back. Han Feng turned around and faced the desert lion Bismarck in the distance...

"He is finally here." Murong Ruxue muttered to himself, his eyes were shining, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Yan Wuju looked at Murong Ruxue, her eyes were complicated, and Ziyu frowned slightly between her eyebrows... Murong Ruxue suddenly asked softly, "Brother Wus, do you think he will win?" Yan Wu sighed sadly, did not turn his head, and said in a low voice, "It seems that the crazy lion should have reached the peak of the state of gathering that day. Han Feng is just a perfect situation in the realm of gathering gas. Even if it is very strong, it is a leap overstep challenge..." He paused slightly, his voice was astringent, and he spit out two words: "It's difficult." Needless to say, these two words already contain all attitudes... Murong Ruxue's face darkened, and she sighed in her heart. Her unharmed words touched the knot in her heart. She whispered, "It's better for me to take action..." Yan Wu said in a low voice, "We are not the opponents of this deserted lion..." Sometimes, the truth is very hurtful. Yan Wuhua no longer wants to talk. His face is gloomy and he looks at Tai Shang, although he doesn't like Han Feng very much in his heart. However, after all, that is the knot between men. Now he is facing the contradiction between foreign enemies. Naturally, he hopes that Han Feng can win... This also contains the face of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy...

In fact, Murong Ruxue is not the only one who cares about Han Feng. Lan Yingying, and even She Junhao, the leader of the Green Snake gang, are not paying attention to the situation on the high platform. At the edge of the crowd, a slender girl with a black veil stood quietly. She wore a wide hat on her head and a black veil hanging down, covering her face. The look on his face can't be seen clearly... Her hands clenched her fists tightly, and she could see the tension in her heart. Behind her stood two middle-aged men. His eyes narrowed slightly and his expression was indifferent. However, no one wants to stand beside them, because the momentum of the two makes people feel unspeakably depressed. It is the well-known harmony of the Xuanhuang Dynasty...

"Mr. and, who do you think will win?"

A soft and clear sound finally came from the bamboo hat covered with black gauze