Chapter 109 Ordinary and Stubborn

Hua Chonglang walked back to the town step by step. He wanted to see what his son was doing.

Hopefully, it would give him more fun!

Yuan Jiuzhong had been beaten to ashes by him.

Because he knew that Yuan Jiuzhong liked quietness and definitely didn't want his body to be found.

Let the wind of the Mobei Desert take him away.

When he was almost at the town, he saw a person, a person he hadn't seen for many years.

That was his eldest son, Hua Xiaochen.

After more than 20 years, Hua Xiaochen had become mature, and even had a hint of white on his temples.

Hua Xiaochen came over with murderous intent, which really made Hua Chonglang happy.

"Dad, I'm here to kill you!"

"Come on! Let me see how you kill me!" Hua Chonglang laughed.

Although he was now in a very bad state, and even one of his hands had not recovered, he was not someone that ordinary people could kill.

Hua Xiaochen looked at the person he had been thinking about day and night. His body was a little broken, and there was a huge dent on his chest. The right hand was still intact, but the left hand only had three finger bones!

This was his seriously injured father, and the only chance to kill his father.

"You bastard! You're already dead!"

With a "swish" of sword shadow, the strange magic sword flew in front of Hua Chonglang like an antelope hanging its horns in the blink of an eye.

"Oh? You actually learned swordsmanship?" Hua Chonglang grabbed the sword with his right hand, and those tiny tentacles couldn't pierce his skin at all.

He looked at the appearance of the sword and commented: "It's too ugly!"

After experiencing a hearty battle with Yuan Jiuzhong, Hua Xiaochen's attack was like a child holding a toy.

Ridiculous!

With a "click!", he broke Hua Xiaochen's Zhenwu Dharma Image with his hand.

"Puff!" The damage to the Zhenwu Dharma Image caused Hua Xiaochen to spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked at his broken Zhenwu Dharma Image and said, "How could it be possible..."

"My stupid son!" Hua Chonglang said with a smile, "The Zhenwu Dharma Image is the externalization of self-will and power. But how can will be such an inconvenient thing?"

"I am will, will is power, I am power! What's so strange!"

"If this is all your ability, I will kill you!"

As he said this, Hua Chonglang's right hand gently waved a fist, warm as spring, making Hua Xiaochen seem to recall his mother.

That gentle and beautiful woman disappeared at home one day!

Some people said that his mother ran away, and some people said that his mother was beaten to death by his father!

After the warmth, it was the extreme cold, which made him feel cold and heartbroken, unable to resist, as if his whole body was covered with ice chips.

In fact, he had been completely frozen by Hua Chonglang, standing there like an ice sculpture.

Hua Xiaochen, who took great risks and worked hard to devour others, couldn't even resist a single move from Hua Chonglang.

Is this the end?

Is this Hua Xiaochen's fate?

Is his life so sad and ridiculous?

That's impossible!

"Crack!" The ice that froze Hua Xiaochen began to crack slowly.

Because Hua Xiaochen had fire in his heart, the fire of hatred, and the fire of unyielding to his fate.

Strength is will, and will is strength.

As long as he doesn't give in and doesn't give up, then he has the possibility of defeating his father!

"Sword! Come!"

He roared at his father!

He wanted to kill his father!

As he roared, a giant sword descended from the sky.

The giant sword looked like a magic sword, but the sword body was more than ten kilometers long, a real sword that could hold up the sky! Accompanied by the sound of ghosts and wolves howling in the sword body, and countless bloody tentacles on the blade, it fell from the sky with a huge sense of oppression!

Not only will his father be killed, but even the earth will be split in half!

"Oh? That's it?"

In front of the huge magic sword, Hua Chonglang seemed to be just an ant, but he blocked the giant sword with one finger.

"It's all show and no substance!"

"It seems that, my son, you still don't understand what power is..."

Hua Chonglang shook his head in disappointment, ready to end his stupid son's life!

It's a pity that he was given so much time, and this is the result?

At this moment, the giant sword began to collapse. When the giant sword collapsed, a very thin and bright sword light pierced Hua Chonglang's throat in the blink of an eye, interrupting his words.

"Huh?" Hua Chonglang looked at the sword light in surprise, and the wound on his throat was slowly healing.

Then, as the giant sword collapsed, sword lights appeared one after another!

The sword light was simple and bright, and it flew towards Hua Chonglang like a sword wave with the purest power!

Three feet away from Hua Chonglang, most of the sword lights were frozen and stopped in the air, but a few sword lights still penetrated Hua Chonglang and caused him damage.

This is the real "Demon Swallowing Sword"!

The demon swallowed is only to sharpen oneself, not to become a demon.

Every time you visualize others, it is very dangerous. Because visualizing others is to make yourself become someone else!

If you are not careful, he will cease to exist and become someone else.

Among all the people he devoured, only the first person was the most impressive.

That was a horseman.

A horseman who had worked in the main hall of Zhenwu Hall for more than ten years.

He just fed the horses step by step every day and was a little transparent in Zhenwu Hall. But even such a little transparent, when he was young, he once traveled the world with a sword and studied martial arts secrets, and finally...

Helplessly feeding horses for a living.

A rough life, unable to get it, crazy about it, and finally accepted the ordinary.

Accepting that you are a mortal is also a kind of growth!

That sense of resonance made Hua Xiaochen almost cry. When he visualized the horseman, he almost thought he was the horseman!

In an instant, his sea of ​​consciousness almost collapsed, thinking that he was a horseman, and the next second he would go to feed horses.

Perhaps, it is also a good choice to spend the rest of his life in an unmanned corner, feeding horses until death.

But, he remembered Hua Chonglang!

He remembered the devil Hua Chonglang!

He remembered the nightmare of his life!

How could he admit his mediocrity? How could he admit his failure? How could he admit that he was a waste?

If mediocrity is in the way, then break mediocrity and let me fear me!

The stubborn heart that could not bear to yield to mediocrity finally defeated the groom and the first devil!

With the first one, there was the second one.

With the second one, there was the third one, until he could not remember how many people he had devoured, how many people he had visualized, and how many times he almost became someone else.

The countless accumulations of people who were devoured formed a magic sword.

But this magic sword is not Hua Xiaochen, but "them".

Only in this magic sword, the brightest and brightest sword is the real Zhenwu Dharma of Hua Xiaochen.

It is also the power of Hua Xiaochen!

Stubborn!

Just like he was the first person to escape from the Hua family, he stubbornly refused his fate!

At this time, countless bright sword lights gathered in his hands, and gathered into a bright and dazzling sword light, which fiercely pierced Hua Chonglang's chest!

"Dad! Die!"

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