Han Zhen's eyes flashed with resentment, his voice cold and ruthless: "So-called blood ties and kinship are nothing but the foolish ideas of you mortals!"
"you!"
Han Yijian trembled all over, his eyes revealing murderous intent.
But he also knew at this moment that the person in front of him could no longer be saved, because Han Zhen was completely manipulated by the evil thoughts of the Holy Spirit Cult and had lost his true nature.
"You all must die!"
Han Zhen grinned menacingly and struck out with his palm, causing a cloud of blood mist to descend.
"Han Yijian, kill him! He's in so much pain, help him find relief!"
Xu Xiwang looked at Han Zhen indifferently, made a hand seal, bent his five fingers like eagle claws, and suddenly swung them out.
Whoosh!
A blazing golden light shot out, tearing through the sky and crashing into the blood cloud.
Pfft!
The towering blood cloud shattered instantly and dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Grandpa Han Zhen, I'm so sorry!"
Han Yijian took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes, and suddenly channeled all his strength, wielding the Nine Heavens Soaring Sword to slash at Han Zhen!
brush!
The sword light, like a dragon, tore through the sky, carrying destructive power, and slashed towards Han Zhen's neck!
This strike will surely be decapitated!
But at that moment, Han Zhen suddenly stopped, letting the sword light slash towards him.
At this moment, Han Yijian hurriedly withdrew his attack, avoiding the vital point!
But at that moment, something unexpected happened!
"Indecisive, pathetic natives!"
With a cold snort, Han Zhen instantly appeared, his speed reaching its peak, like a ghost, grabbing Han Yijian by the neck and lifting him up.
"you...."
Han Yijian's face turned red as he struggled desperately, but to no avail.
Bang bang bang....
Han Zhen shook Han Yijian a few times and threw him on the ground like trash. Then he stepped on Han Yijian's chest and grinned at Xu Xiwang: "Hey, this is quite an unexpected gain."
"Han Yijian, your hesitation towards the enemy will only lead to a terrible death!"
Xu Xiwang's eyes were cold as he said in a chilling voice, "Back then, during that great battle at the Han family, when Old Master Han Zhen was still conscious, he told me that he hoped I could save you and preserve a seed for the Han family. If he were to lose himself in the future, he hoped that the person who could free him would be you."
Han Yijian was taken aback by what he heard, and a complicated expression appeared in his eyes as he looked at Han Zhen.
He never expected that Han Zhen would do such a thing, sacrificing himself to temper his will.
"Han Yijian, it's up to you whether or not to relieve him of his suffering."
Xu Xiwang glanced at Han Zhen, then looked at Han Yijian, and said calmly.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"
Han Yijian threw out the Nine Heavens Soaring Sword in his hand and roared loudly.
Clang clang clang!
Golden sword lights appeared and converged into a huge, dazzling golden wheel.
The golden wheel is covered with dense, ancient patterns and sword marks, and each tremor reverberates through the void.
A golden wheel hovers in the air, its sword intent permeating the air!
"Grandpa Han Zhen, please forgive me. Nine swords combined! Slash!"
With a loud shout, the golden wheel suddenly spun, releasing endless golden sword light, slashing towards Han Zhen with the force of thunder.
"Hmm? A semi-divine artifact?"
Upon seeing this horrifying scene, a hint of surprise appeared between Han Zhen's brows, but it only lasted for half a second.
The next moment, his eyes narrowed, his lips moved slightly, and he uttered a Sanskrit chant: "Holy Spirit Mantra! Invite the Holy One to descend!"
In an instant, a blood-red holy spirit, three zhang in size, appeared behind Han Zhen.
The Holy Spirit's face was ferocious, and in the blink of an eye, it merged with Han Zhen, gradually becoming like a monster.
Han Zhen pressed down hard with both hands, slamming them onto the golden wheel. With a loud crack, the golden wheel shattered!
"Soaring to the heavens, the sky falls, the profound divine skill, the sword strikes without a trace!"
Han Yijian conjured countless figures, each wielding the Nine Heavens Soaring Sword and unleashing the essence of the Nine Heavens Soaring Cloud Sword Technique, attacking from all directions.
Han Zhen remained standing still, his hands forming a mudra, and he chanted some obscure scripture.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he met the endless sword light head-on with his bare hands.
The sound of fists and palms clashing suddenly erupted. Although Han Zhen's body was like a monster, every punch he threw could shatter a long sword.
In the blink of an eye, he rushed into the sky full of sword light.
Just as Han Zhen was about to step into Han Yijian's side, a drop of bloody tear fell, slowly flowing amidst the sky full of sword light.
The Nine Heavens Soaring Sword pierced Han Zhen's left shoulder.
Pfft!
Han Zhen gripped the sword blade with his right hand, twisted his wrist, and severed an arm at the shoulder.
Blood splattered!
"ah...."
Han Zhen grunted, staggered back a few steps, and a ferocious scarlet glint flashed in his eyes. He stuck out his tongue and licked his wound, letting out a low growl: "Jian'er, my good grandson, do you really want to kill me? I am your grandpa Han Zhen!"
He stared at Han Yijian with wide eyes, looking dazed.
But just as he was doing this, a sinister smirk appeared on his lips, and he charged out in an instant.
Han Yijian remained silent, his trembling fingers spinning, and dozens more sharp swords flew out, frantically stabbing Han Zhen in the center!
*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*
Han Zhen's chest, abdomen, legs and other parts were all pierced by the sharp sword, and scarlet blood spurted out!
The Holy Spirit incarnation also left Han Zhen's body.
"You can't kill me, he is me, and I am him!"
After saying that, the blood shadow suddenly condensed and burrowed into Han Zhen's heart!
Han Zhen's face stiffened. He looked down at his chest and murmured, "Is it relief now...?"
"Kill me with one sword!"
Han Zhen raised his head, his gaze falling on Han Yijian's face. His voice was hoarse and dry, but his eyes held the same kindness as when he was a child: "The road ahead is long. Don't let inner demons linger. The future of the Han family rests on your shoulders..."
"Grandpa, I..."
"Let's do it!"
Han Zhen's face contorted in pain, and his body seemed about to split open.
Han Yijian opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't say anything; only tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Let's do it!"
"cut!"
With a single sword strike, Han Zhen's body was obliterated, turning into a shower of blood that drifted and dissipated into the void, leaving only a ring that fell to the ground.
"What Grandpa left you is the accumulation of the Han family over ten thousand years..."
Han Zhen's last words reached his ears. Han Yijian knelt on the ground, speechless for a long time. After a long while, he slowly picked up the storage ring on the ground, his eyes glazed over.
At this moment, Xu Xiwang stepped over, looked at the blood mist filling the sky, narrowed his eyes, grabbed a drop of blood from the blood mist, and imprisoned it in his hand with the power of light.
"You think you can run away right under my nose?"
Xu Xiwang said in a cold voice.
"How could you possibly have found me!"
The drop of blood coalesced into a hideous face, which was the Holy Spirit of the Holy Spirit Cult possessing Han Zhen's body.
“I have already sensed your presence.”
Xu Xiwang said indifferently, "You extraterrestrial forces, you invaders, are disgusting. You are only so-so in strength, yet you like to act all clever."
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