Chapter 52 Revenge

Hatred is just a very simple word, but if it is divided, it is far more complicated than some magics and magic weapons, so small that it is trivial and big that it is not shared. How to determine the extent of it mainly depends on the thoughts of the revengers. Maybe the person who wants revenge is a monk, which may be "enemies are easy to solve" or "the past is like smoke". If you change into a demon, it may be "blood flowing into a river and corpses accumulating like mountains".

Han Yuan doesn't have so many ideas. What he wants is actually very simple. He just wants Xingfan to disperse and die!

To be honest, when his parents were killed, Han Yuan was really pitiful, and many details could not be remembered clearly. The only thing he could remember clearly was the appearance of the other party and the characteristics of the four fingers of his right hand. Han originally thought that he would have forgotten it long ago, even if he really met his enemy one day. He will not recognize it, but this time he underestimated the hatred that has been hidden in his heart.

However, when he was still far away, Han Yuan had just released Xingfan Sanren, and he recognized the other party very easily. At that time, all he thought was about was revenge. There were not too many thoughts, and he did not immediately lose his mind, nor did he be happy or sad. It seemed that there was a very ordinary task waiting for him. To complete...

But when they got close later, Han Yuan knew that the reason for his performance was that he had not yet waited for the expected moment!

Sometimes hating a person doesn't need to show anything. All you need to do is to let go, just like Han Yuan is now.

"Wait a minute?" Han Yuan held the flame bow in his hand and stood in a chaotic stone hill dozens of miles away. Without much effort, he could already see the scene in the extreme distance. He thought to himself, "Before, this guy named Xingfan Sanren's strength was really not very strong. The other party just didn't use a treasure. He seemed to be about to be defeated. It's just that this magic treasure is a little scary. When you don't know how far he can use it, it's better to wait and see what happens.

He knocked Yan Gong gently at his feet and smashed a lot of small stones. Although Han Yuan was a little irritable, he still clenched the straw and endured it.

"Original, why is it so dirty? Bullied again?"

"No, mother, it was Yuaner who ran fast and accidentally fell down."

Looking at her son's two big clear eyes, the woman just tightened him in her arms with love and pity. When the tears fell in his eyes, although Han Yuan could not see it, the teardropping sound made him sad.

"Dad, you said you wanted to make a wooden sword for Yuan'er, and his father made it for him, and Yuan'er also wanted it."

"Oh, do it, so that our family will not always be bullied by them."

"No, no one bullies Yuan'er, Yuan'er just wants to..."

"Where did you hide your things? If you don't say it, I will kill her!"

"Don't hurt her, I'll tell you..."

"Puff!"

The woman didn't say anything more, but pressed her neck hard on the sword... The blood spewed out in an instant only drenched the man, and the hot ** on his face made him feel as if he had been forged by real fire. The last thing the woman saw in her eyes was that the man rushed towards her like crazy and seemed to be shouting something. After a moment, the man fell into the pool of blood with the woman.

Sleeping together is the best result for this man and a woman. I'm afraid the only thing they can't let go of is the child who is carefully hidden in the dark.

The little child who saw all this with his own eyes had been cast a spell. He should have been completely ignorant and unconscious, but the spell was unexpectedly solved early, so that he could see the dazzling red color and the murderer with a sword, but he could not speak or move until the man left for a long time. He just resumed his action, but he couldn't see that one of his right eyes had turned purple.

"Originaler is not afraid, Yuaner is not afraid, go to sleep and wake up, and everything will be over. Remember to take good care of yourself and don't put up with anything in your heart. Remember not to let people see the pendant on your neck, be sure to remember..."

"Ah~~~~!"

Looking at the parents who fell in the pool of blood, the child was not crying or afraid, but only the hoarse shouting. I don't know how far the sound is. Anyway, everyone in this small village is dead, and I'm not afraid that anyone will hear it again.

The wooden sword, which had already been broken into two pieces, slipped from a high place and fell to the ground. It was deeply stabbed on the hard ground, but it was quickly stained with blood...

Han Yuan bit the straw in his mouth boredly. The bow in his hand had already been extinguished and disappeared. He took out a small wooden sword from nowhere and waved it out of thin air.

"I'm a swordsman~ I'm a general~ Er, I'm a hero~ I want to kill the bad guys~ Look at the sword!"

There was a matchless humming in his mouth. The sword had danced in his hand several times. It seemed that he wanted to make a proper pose, but he failed to do so. Looking at the tip of the sword that had already been dyed black and red with a smile, and the traces that had been broken on the sword, Han Yuan suddenly started to be stunned. However, for a moment, he opened his mouth completely. He didn't know what he thought of and saw. He seemed to be extremely happy. The smile seemed to be much more fuller than usual. Even the straw in his mouth slipped, fell to the ground and inserted into the soil, as if he had not noticed it at all.

The smile and eyes became colder, and a cold wind blew by. The rock in front of him had broken into many pieces of tofu and scattered on the ground.

......

Although there is no fear on the face of the old monster, it can be seen that the magic on the "Xuanyin White Bone Gate" is boiling, and his face finally shows a slightly more serious look. He is not without scruples about this extraordinary magic weapon.

As a scattered practice, there are really not many lucky people like the White Bone Demon Lord, or even very few. At least the good luck of the old blood monster is only in the skills created by yourself. If it has to be calculated according to the same level, his "blood transformation method" can be regarded as a mysterious skill. Compared with ordinary treasures, the power is only strong but not weak, but after all, the fighting method is not as simple as it seems. If the two sides just report an equal level, they can determine who will lose and who wins. Why do they have to fight? So long?

"Originally, you took your Yangguan Road and I crossed my single-plank bridge. We all did not violate the river, but why do you have to force each other again and again? Do you want me to die? How can I make you feel so good? My life is here. If you want it, you can come and get it, but you have to see if you really have that ability... open it!"

Xingfan's true spirit was thrown into the bone door, and he didn't know how much it was consumed. He only saw that his face was as pale as a layer of frost, and his body couldn't help trembling, as if he was afraid of cold. But as soon as he opened his mouth, people knew that he was no longer afraid of the old blood monster as before, and he should want to work hard.

Maybe he also fought with the old blood monster and had a certain understanding of him. In addition, he was also a good relationship. He was not talking about this, but suddenly took action in half of the words. Unexpectedly, he also understood the sudden attack. Although he did not catch the old blood monster off guard, he also took the lead.

As soon as the word "open" fell, the skeletons on both sides of the "Yinxuan White Bone Gate" had opened their mouths and spit out two handfuls of white fogs from their mouths. At the same time, there were some imperceptible sighs, and a line of white fog had escaped from the middle of the door. In the "squeaky" sound, the bone door was already two minutes.

Although the blood monster doesn't know what the next means is, he will not sit idly by. As soon as the magic formula in his hand is introduced, it has waved the black gas and rolled upside down. Before it hits the bone door, it has condensed into a huge magic hand twice as big as before, patting from high to low, but in the blinking, it has gone to the bone. The door is grasped. Compared with its size, the "Xuanyin White Bone Gate" can be said to be small and pitiful. Anyone thinks that it will be pinched into powder under this palm. But Xingfan Sanren behind the bone door did not panic at all, but suddenly scratched it on his wrist and put the big Peng blood wine on the bone door.

Originally, this bone door has changed, and the speed is not slow. After getting the blood of Xingfan Sanren, it is even more like a tiger. The original low voice has become a strange cry of "Ji Jie". It sounds like a demon or beast, and it seems to cry at night, which makes people feel sad.

"Bang!"

A heavy slap sounded, and the black magic hand had been pressed down, but it failed to press on the bone door as expected. Instead, it was held up by a white bone giant palm stretched out among it, with the powerful power of the old monster. With such a powerful blow, there was no way to build an inch of effort, which undoubtedly made the face of the old blood monster darker. A few points.

Although the power of the "Xuanyin White Bone Gate" and the blood old monster are also seen for the first time, as long as you think that the White Bone Demon Lord can rely on it and take the "raw bones" of so many practitioners in the out-of-the-moment period, it is not difficult to see how powerful this thing should be. Originally, the old monster who turned into blood also wanted to gamble, and calculated that the true spirit of Xingfan Sanren was not enough to control this magic treasure. Now it seems that he still underestimates Xingfan.

"It's so painstakingly, and it doesn't show Yuanying at this time. Is it possible that he is..." Compared with the "Xuanyin White Bone Gate", the blood-forming old monster had other worries at this time.

Borrowing the strangeness of the power of Dunfa and Dijiang, neither of them in the field found that there was also a "little accomplice" in the distance. He had been waiting for a long time, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow!

Han Yuan's eyes have never left the place where the two fight. Naturally, it is not difficult to know their situation at this time. Although it is also a little surprising, he has known the strength of the bone door, and Han Yuan can't wait any longer. After all, he is not like a blood old monster. As a person lurking on the side and preparing to sneak attack, Han Yuan only needs to "understand" and "deal with" the natural blood old monster. Just waiting for a suitable time, Han Yuan can take action.

Originally, the small wooden sword had been put away by Han Yuan, and the "Bing Huoshen Bow" has been held in his hand, but the other hand is not empty at this time. What is gently twisted is a green core red rocket. Although it is not very different from what he usually uses, it is not difficult to see that this rocket is better than him. It is usually used a little longer, and as it stays in Han Yuan's hands for a long time, the arrow body still has not increased significantly.

Han Yuan also put a small glazed bottle at his feet at this time. The things inside were not real, and he could only see that it was purple, and there was a rune ban at the mouth of the bottle.

"It's now!"

In the distance, when he saw the two huge palms clapping together, Xingfan's scattered body retreated behind the bone door, and Han Yuan did not hesitate any more. The true spirit went through his hand and concentrated in the fire arrow as if it were lifeless, making it more than double in an instant!

Regardless of the huge loss of strength on his body, Han Yuan stabbed the arrow on the glass bottle again. He only heard a scream like a baby inside, but it could not last long. When the purple in the glass bottle receded, and then went to see that the arrow had turned into a blue color. Obviously, it was still an arrow, but it sounded like a torch. Just for a while, the skin of Han Yuan's twisted arrow's palm had melted, revealing the thin meat inside, and it was not finished. The power of the rocket was still further He burned his palm, but Han Yuan didn't seem to know the pain, and only stared at the figure that was about to stop retreating.

"Dad...mother... open your eyes and have a look. The child has avenged you!"

Although his hand had burned to the bone, Han Yuan put the arrow on the string, and his movements were still calm. He bowed the full moon, his body sank, bowed and half squatted, and there was nothing else in his eyes.

"Hum~~~!"