Han Sijin was in a very complicated mood at this time. Looking at Zhao Ziqi, who was blocked with iron chains on the big tree not far away, he couldn't help feeling relieved...

It has been seven years since Zhao Zi killed his father seven years ago, Han Sijin wanted to kill him and avenge his father. During the past seven years, whenever he sleeps, Han Sijin always feels that his father begged him to take revenge in his dream, otherwise he will not be reincarnated.

"Only by killing you and using your head to pay tribute to my father, this will wash away the seven-year humiliation of my Han family and revitalize the power of my Xishan Han family. But I will not kill you so easily. I will let you feel my pain and kill your wife and children first!" Han Sijin sneered, with a hideous expression, like an evil ghost.

"What Zhao did in his life is self-confidence. Whether it is killing your father or others, it is a sin that deserves it. It is just that the disaster is not as good as the family. I should bear it myself. Please let my family go!" Zhao Zi, who was tied to a tree, sighed immediately, knowing that he was doomed and just wanted to save his family.

"Haha, you let me suffer the pain of losing my father for eight years, and I will let your wife and children accompany you to hell!" Han Sijin sneered, swung his sword and slashed it. The sword energy released and cut off a hemp rope not far away. With a plop, the two people hanging on the hemp rope instantly fell into the well below.

The scenery in Zhao Ziqi's eyes was forbidden at this moment, and the scene of his wife and children falling into the well together was constantly echoing. He couldn't help but two lines of blood and tears slid down his cheeks.

Han Sijin laughed loudly. Looking at Zhao Ziqi's expression at this moment, his heart was shrouded in infinite pleasure. The seven-year pain of losing his father was also relieved at this moment. Han Sijin only felt that his thoughts were clear and the internal force in his body was running a little faster. It is estimated that this time, he would be able to break through the bottleneck after going back to practice hard for a while, integrating what he learned, and becoming a master of his generation.

"Congratulations to Mr. Han for his great revenge and his cultivation has improved." Qian Xizhi, the head of the Xishan Yamen who had been by his side, saw Han Sijin's changes clearly. He immediately spoke up and said in a compliment.

Now Han Sijin's cultivation has improved. He will definitely gain greater reputation in the martial arts world. Qian Xizhi and Han Sijin have a good relationship, so there will naturally be a lot of benefits at that time.

But soon, Han Sijin and Qian Xizhi couldn't laugh.

A roar like an injured beast sounded. With a rustle, the iron chain that tied Zhao Ziji was broken instantly. Several blood pillars rushed up from Zhao Ziji's shoulders, and almost became substantial blood-colored aura lingered around Zhao Ziji. His eyes were red and he said with gritted teeth: "You are all going to die!"

Zhao Ziqi flashed and appeared in front of Qian Xizhi in an instant. He slashed out with a palm. The speed was too fast. He actually broke through the speed of sound in an instant, knocking Qian Xizhi to vomit blood and flew backwards, and died in mid-air.

Zhao Zi raised his hand and sucked it. The sword Qian Xizhi used flew out of the air from his waist and fell into Zhao Zizhi's hand. Zhao Zi's energy was poured into energy, and instantly made the long sword in his hand buzz and vibrate, as if he could not bear his explosive energy.

Han Sijin put away his crazy expression and calmed down. He felt a great pressure from Zhao Ziqi. Even the long-famous master in the world did not have that kind of pressure.

"You are going to die, all of you will die!" Zhao Zi said word by word, and as soon as he moved his body, he appeared in front of Han Sijin. He used the Seton Yang Sword Technique, which he had been practicing hard all his life, and in an instant, the sword shadows bloomed in the sky.

"Heaven and earth are unkind!"

Han Sijin did not sit still and waited for death. Facing his opponent's unprecedentedly powerful attack, he looked solemn and used the most important move he had learned in his life.

Both of them used all their strength to attack with attack, and the rapid sound of gold and iron collision sounded, like the rain hitting the banana leaves, like the storm of the waves, continuous and extremely dazzling.

The dusk was suppressed by the sword lights of the two of them and became dim. At this moment, the scenery between heaven and earth was the only wonderful sword skill.

After Tang Meng comforted Zhang Liaoliao, he followed Tong Yuchen and headed towards Zhao Ziqi's home. The two of them saw the extremely wonderful sword skill at the same time.

"This sword technique and martial arts are probably at the level of a master." After all, Tang Meng came from a famous family, was knowledgeable, and his comments were extremely accurate.

Tong Yuchen didn't say much. He stared at Han Sijin and Zhao Ziji's actions and realized something.

"The system prompts that players can learn the Sword Technique of the Settling Sun."

"The system prompts that players learn to take the Thirteen Deadly Swords."

"Han Sijin himself didn't know that the sword technique he used was the thirteen deadly sword trick that shocked the world." Tong Yuchen suddenly spoke.

In the past, when he was in the Yanhuang master world, Tong Yuchen had practiced the Sword Technique and the Thirteen Death Swords, and had reached a very high level. At this time, it could naturally be easily reproduced under one piece.

Tang Meng was a little surprised: "Brother Chen, how did you know about the Thirteen Deadly Swords?"

Tong Yuchen did not answer her question, turned around, pulled Tang Meng away: "Let's go, take Zhang Liaoliao and leave this small fishing village immediately. Han Sijin is dead. The Jinyiwei has arrived. Wait a moment, and he will definitely have a conflict with Zhao Zi, who is red-eyed. We will stay, and the possibility of leaving alive is very small."

Tang Meng knew that Tong Yuchen was right. Although it was a pity that he missed a complete showdown between masters, all of this was not as important as his own life.

When he returned to the ancestral hall, he did not see Zhang Liaoliao. Tong Yuchen knew that this girl had just undergone a major change, and did not believe them, nor did he have any idea of ​​explaining it. He said to Tang Meng: "The Jinyiwei has surrounded this small fishing village. Since they don't believe in us, there is no need to care about her and retreat quickly."

Tang Meng gave Tong Yuchen a blank look, walked to the side and opened a large jar pressing against a stone, and said to Zhang Liaoliao who was hiding inside: "Sister, don't listen to him, let's go with us. We are the children of the Tang clan and will not harm you. After this disaster, we will come back to help you restrain the bodies of the people in the fishing village!"

Tong Yuchen snorted, regardless of Zhang Liaoliao's reaction, and Tang Meng pulled her left and right, unfolded her body and ran quickly towards Cunwai.

"According to the information, there are at least 300 Jinyiwei here, so we cannot fight hard." In the grass, Tang Meng pointed to the five Jinyiwei patrolling the waterside not far away and told Tong Yuchen.

"After a while, they will explore deeper inside. There will definitely not be many people left by the water. At that time, we will break through!" Tang Meng explained to Zhang Liaoliao and Tong Yuchen.

Tong Yuchen naturally had no objection and nodded in agreement. Zhang Liaoliao was just a weak woman and could not have any objections to the current situation. So the three of them hid in the grass, waiting for the so-called opportunity. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!