Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

Hong Wen is not like Hong Bing, who thinks highly of himself. He has always been careful in everything he does, but this is not timidity, but caution.

He has been burdened with the ultimate power of a hybrid since he was born, inherited the name of his ancestors, and is expected to lead the family to its former glory.

He has power, but he is bound by shackles that he cannot break free from. Those are bonds that cannot be broken even by the dragon's blood beyond the limit.

One of them is called expectation, and the other is called honor. They are entangled with each other to form a cocoon of personality, and what is wrapped in it is the individual Hong Wen.

His personality has been constantly modified since birth, and he lives like what "they" expect.

Although Hong Wen possesses violence, he is not keen on violence. On the contrary, he rarely uses it. Perhaps because of his gentle nature, Hong Wen grows up according to the established trajectory and lives a perfect Hong life shaped by "expectation and honor".

The heir to the head of the family.

"Crack!"

Hong Wen's bones were dislocated, the keel state was activated, and his bones were unified and seamless. As the fighting state appeared, the accumulated strength was also exploded.

He held the magnificent Bafang Han Sword, and in the blink of an eye he opened the alchemical realm of the seal carvings on the sword.

Zhaoyue tried to hide, but then he found that his movements had become "slow".

The Bafang Hanjian brushed against his cheek, taking away a few strands of his red hair.

"The field of acceleration?" He murmured to himself. Hong Wen refused to give up and stepped forward with his sword in hand.

It wasn't that he was slow just now, but that Hong Wen's speed was too fast thanks to the blessing of the alchemy field. He appeared in front of him almost instantly and stabbed out with a sword. His golden eyes could see it, but his body couldn't react in time.

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Even a master like Hong Bing would probably hate drinking under this probing sword.

The sharpness of the alchemy weapon Bafang Hanjian can definitely pierce the immortal's defense. With Hong Wen's powerful strength like a tyrannosaurus, it may be able to pierce his entire skull.

Zhaoyue retreated again to avoid the sword, and with a kick of his foot, the sword he had dropped on the ground returned to his hand.

The bright red light of the sword was like a snake letter, and a fierce snake shadow appeared when it was swung. The alchemical domain of the Bafang Han Sword was actually reduced during the collision, as if it was eaten by the snake shadow.

But compared to the weapons, the two sides of the collision are even more terrifying.

The golden pupils in their eyes covered up the daylight, and because they moved so fast, golden light and shadow even appeared in their eyes.

The boulder slabs were sliced ​​open like tofu in the whistling sword wind, and the occasional collision between limbs actually made a dull echo, like two people made of bronze.

They fought and fought, but one of them was retreating steadily, and was soon forced to the edge of the huge field.

Hong Wen's momentum was like a rainbow, and he cut through the air with his sword. The powerful Bafang Han Sword was like a giant axe, digging into the granite-reinforced wall. The wall immediately cracked, and even the stands in that area visibly trembled.

But he obviously didn't use all his strength. He smoothly pulled out the Bafang Hanjian that was half submerged in the wall, and added a horizontal slash sideways. However, he encountered a flash of red light, and the opponent stabbed him directly with the tip of the knife.

The force of the rebound on the sword edge made him almost lose the sword in his hand.

Zhaoyue's bright red clothes soaked in blood passed by, and he actually wanted to strike again, but Hongwen was already forced into a corner and had no way to retreat.

"Is Hong Wen going to lose?" Jiang Wu couldn't help but ask.

"..." Mr. Jiang said nothing, but the golden light in his eyes was still bright.

Jiang Wu also suddenly realized that neither side had yet to use the hybrid's greatest support - the spirit of speech.

"Zi la!"

A dazzling light suddenly appeared in the air, and black thunder and lightning penetrated the rock and soil. Countless lightning and thunder crisscrossed, shrouding a figure. A few dozen meters around him became a restricted area for life, and huge boulders were spread out on the ground.

The plate was suddenly riddled with holes, and lightning even reached the stands, shattering the titanium alloy guardrails.

"What kind of spirit is this?" Jiang Wu was horrified, and a foot-long arc of electricity flashed across the sky, like the mighty power of heaven.

Jiang Wu didn't know, but after looking at it carefully for a while, Mr. Jiang gave a definite answer.

"The legendary high-risk speech spirit, Cang Lei Dominion, is comparable to Jun Yan. It is said to have the terrifying power of attracting thunder from the sky and raining down thunder punishment. In ancient times, hybrids with this kind of speech spirit were always considered to be the sons of the God of Thunder.

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Mr. Jiang's eyes were also full of shock. He had only heard about Cang Lei's control. He never expected that this kind of power would actually appear in Hong Wen's body. Should he be called a super hybrid?

Before the thunder sounded, Zhaoyue retreated as if she had expected it, but even so, one sleeve was still scorched, and together with the forearm wrapped under it, the scorched black cloth fell apart and fell off feebly, drifting away.

Falling apart.

Hong Wen breathed a sigh of relief under the protection of the thunder, but he himself felt uncomfortable. Just as Jun Yan's release in a confined space would kill the user as well, the thunder and lightning controlled by Cang Lei would also scorch him.

But he didn't dare to take back the domain, otherwise the deadly snake letter would definitely take advantage of the disappearance of the domain to entangle him and kill him.

Therefore, not only did he not take into account the injuries on his body, but he read Longwen one after another. The area controlled by Cang Lei expanded. A bright beam of divine thunder fell from the clear night sky and smashed into the deep strata like a broken bamboo.

Zhao Yue had just escaped from the realm dominated by Cang Lei, and her forearm had already recovered as before thanks to the inexplicably powerful self-healing power.

But before he could organize the next offensive, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. The source of that sense of crisis was in the sky, but when he looked over, there were only bright spotlights.

Before he could think about it, the ferocious divine thunder like a thunder dragon fell down carrying endless light and heat. All the lamps shattered due to ionization in almost an instant, but no one felt the darkness, just because

Against the background of all the lightning, the entire underground space was brighter than before, like a sun shining in at noon.

He couldn't avoid it, and lightning flashed on his body, but compared to the angry thunder that was dyed black, it was as small as a firefly.

The moment he was struck by lightning, the pattern of a triangular windmill flashed in his eyes, but it did not spin after all, and he withstood the bolt from the blue.

The surging lightning completely engulfed his figure, and the huge stone slabs riddled with holes were immediately dug into deep holes. After triggering Cang Lei, Hong Wen was no longer able to maintain the territory dominated by Cang Lei.

His spirit and body were stretched to the limit. He smashed the Bafang Han Sword to the ground, put his weight on the hilt, and stared stubbornly at the scattered smoke and dust in front of him.

In his sense of smell, the wind blowing over even contained the smell of burning.

Is he dead?

Hong Wen couldn't help but think that he had actually run out of gas, and the fact that he was still able to survive now was the result of strong willpower. He just wanted to see if he could win the final victory for his family.

In the turbid dust and smoke, those two beams of light as bright as spotlights were so dazzling.

Even though he was as calm as Hongwen, his eyes widened when he saw that thin and jagged white figure. He could no longer remain calm.

"Can you still be considered a human being?" His voice trembled violently. Driven by destiny, he struggled to pick up the Bafang Han Sword again, but his knees suddenly made two shallow holes on the stone slab.

What answered him was a suppressed roar, and a pair of cold and majestic golden eyes that were burning with fire.