Chapter 43 Yun San

Huang Feng felt that he was one with the Phoenix Sword. The sword is a man, and a man is a sword, regardless of each other. Suddenly waved the phoenix sword, and an extremely fierce light burst out of the body of the sword, like a phoenix flying in the sky. Wherever it passed, there was nothing to stop it. More than a dozen killers hurriedly resisted with weapons, and only heard the sound of 'cache' resounding endlessly, and more than a dozen weapons were all broken in an instant.

The trend of sword light is even more fierce. More than a dozen killers were cut off and killed. Huang Feng was stunned. He never thought that the power of the Phoenix Sword was so terrible. He was just lucky to use it and had such power. No wonder it could leave many legends.

"Swordmang?" Qin Shuanger followed and happened to see the attack. Surprisingly, the sword awn can only be issued by the cultivation of more than seven weights, and it must be held with a phoenix sword. But Huang Feng is just a five-fold man. How can he emit a sword?

Not to mention Qin Shuanger, the old housekeeper and Nangong Xiong can't imagine what's going on. Their cultivation is as strong as them, and it is very difficult to send out swords and kill people through the air. Because this is almost magical.

They can only attribute all this to the magical Phoenix Sword.

"Blood inheritance!" Panshe was suddenly shocked, and many associations came to his mind, and he shook his head and nodded repeatedly. I looked at Huang Feng and then at the Phoenix Sword.

It is enough to see how shocking the fencing light emitted by the Phoenix Sword is.

"Impossible, blood inheritance is the inheritance power of the strongest practitioners, which is extremely noble. How can a weapon cast by a mortal with flesh and blood, soul as a hammer, and spirit as fire have blood inheritance? Panshe said to himself and wanted to penetrate it, but he couldn't figure it out.

Huang Feng is like a killing god at this time, no matter what the snake is thinking. Rushing to the four directions, no one can stop it. The Phoenix sword is aimed, and the enemies are all dead.

Cock...

Three thousand iron riders finally rushed. Under a charge, the outer wall of the Nangong family collapsed directly, which could not stop the terrible charge of three thousand iron riders.

Three thousand iron riders are like floods and famine. Under the impact, everything turns into flying ash. More than 1,000 killers were killed and injured in a charge of more than 300.

"Yanbo, did you see it? Huang Feng is holding the glory of the Huang family and fighting hard to kill the enemy!" Nangong Feng supported Huangyan.

Huang Yan looked excited. In a trance, he seemed to see the supreme demeanor of his ancestors and the feat of killing the magic tiger with a sword.

Huang Feng's momentum is like a rainbow, invincible, like a god of war, like a god general, the power of one person, can kill a hundred people. Phoenix sword in hand, he is like a tiger with wings, killing ten times in one step. The Phoenix Sword seems to be born for Huang Feng.

Qin Shuanger's long gun is majestic, and the speed of killing the killer is only a bit slower than Huang Feng. Soon, under the trampling of 3,000 iron riders, the killer was defeated, and only a few escaped, and all the others were killed.

Huang Feng jumped down the fire cloud and rushed to Huangyan. He saw Huang Yan's dark face, his eyes were dull, and his whole body was smelly. His heart thumped like a huge hammer hitting his heart. He was panicked and at a loss, like a lost child. Don't think about it, you also know that Huang Yan is the last time. Qin Shuanger got rid of the killer and also came here.

"Dad, look, Phoenix Sword, I brought it back. Open your eyes and have a look..." Huang Feng hurriedly put the Phoenix Sword in front of Huang Yan. Tears came out of his eyes, and his heart twitched. The energy of killing the enemy just now disappeared completely. Instead, there is endless apprehens.

Huang Yan slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his trembling hands, gently stroked the Phoenix Sword, and looked excited, "The supreme glory of my Huang family... has been lost for many years, and now he is finally back... OK, okay, okay..."

Say three good in a row! It can be seen that Huang Yan's wish has come to an end.

He stretched out his hand to touch Huang Feng's resolute face, but under the disease, his arm could not be raised. Huang Feng hurriedly took his hand and put it on his face.

"God is not thin with me... I was given a good son... I can still see you at the last sight of my life... I'm satisfied... Remember, no matter what method you use... you must be good... live..." Huang Yan's soft words echoed, and his palms were powerless to fall.

The departure is sudden, but natural.

"Dad... wake up, Dad..." Huang Feng was heartbroken, and his heart was empty. He knelt on the ground, hugged Huang Yan's body, howled and roared! His hands trembled to wake up his father, but this was already a luxury.

Dou's tears fell, and he cried loudly, and a scene from the past came to his mind.

When I was young, my family was poor and I had no money to buy toys. Huang Feng was very majestic when he saw others riding small wooden horses. He pestered his father and wanted to...

Two days later, my father really sent a Trojan horse. However, it is composed of some wooden boards and wood. Compared with the small wooden horse, it seems to be pieced together...

If you don't have enough food, your father always says that you are not hungry. He secretly covered his stomach with one hand and tightened his belt...

It's getting cold, and my father always warms the quilt before calling himself up...

A serious illness, my father walked dozens of kilometers in the snow and came to the city to treat the disease. Then he fell ill. In order to save money, he refused to see Langzhong and survived...

Everything is vivid, just like yesterday, simple and warm, sad and happy. Huang Feng's heart was like a knife. He lay on Huang Yan's chest and cried bitterly, howling, and asked him to wake up...

At this moment, Huang Feng is not a decisive killer, nor a calculating person. Just as a son and as a son who lost his father.

He was sad, speechless, heartbreaking, and roared like a beast...

Nangong Feng wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak at this time. Because he was also heartbroken. When he choked, tears kept pouring out, remembering what a happy time it was that he and Huang Feng were mischievous and always asked Yanbo to wipe his buttocks. He couldn't believe that his rock had really left like this.

Qin Shuanger secretly bit her lips. She always thought that Huang Feng was good at attacking scheming, excellent cultivation, skillful, and a person who would not cry. I didn't expect him to have such an emotional side. Looking at him crying sadly, he almost cried.

Three thousand iron riders were waiting outside the hall of the Nangong family. They were speechless, like Qin Shuanger, quite touched. Just now, Huang Feng was heroic and powerful, splitting mountains and rivers, killing ten times in one step. How majestic he was and invincible. Even compared with their most respected General Mo, the momentum is not bad at all.

Who would have thought that in a blink of an eye, Huang Summit was crying and out of breath. However, this makes them respect more. A person who is affectionate and righteous is the real person! They silently dissently and half knelt for Huang Yan.

Thousands of people are there, and only Huang Feng looks up to the sky and roars.

"Huang Feng, one will eventually die. You have done well enough. Your father passed away with the glory of the Huang family. He left no regrets. As he said, you are the greatest pride of his life. Nangong Xiong said softly.

"I understand, but..." Huang Feng shook his head and understood that it was the same thing, but this was his closest person. How could he not be sad? How could he not be sad?

Sometimes, reason cannot overcome instinct.