The palm print collided with the light of the sword, and the strong wind swept away, turning everything around into powder in the blink of an eye.

"You are just a young boy who knows how to play tricks, but you also want to be a hero?" Han Qingshan's forehead showed a fine glow, he took a deep breath, and the mark on his palm shone even brighter.

Si Yufan's face turned red from suppressing his anger. He gritted his teeth and used the last bit of strength left in his body to press the blade towards Han Qingshan.

"I never feel like a hero, I'll always be an ordinary person, I'm just doing what I think is right!"

The blade gradually pressed down on the palm, approaching Han Qingshan.

Han Qingshan's pupils instantly shrank into needle-like shapes, and he tried his best to save his defeat, but to no avail.

The blade of the knife touched his palm, cutting the skin and flowing out a few strands of blood. Han Qingshan could no longer care about his face, and begged for mercy loudly with a trembling voice:

"Young hero, it's my old age that makes me dim, and my descendants all deserve this. Please...please let me go!"

Si Yufan sneered, stepped forward, smashed the mark on Han Qingshan's palm, and cut off the remaining arm.

The dark liquid on the blade flowed into his body along the smooth, mirror-like fracture like a tarsal maggot.

The overbearing aura of extinction broke his meridians and messed up his five internal organs.

Han Qingshan vomited blood, wiped the ground and slid dozens of meters before stopping.

Si Yufan paused on the spot, breathing heavily. His clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to his body.

Just as he was about to take steps, a strong feeling of dizziness came over him. He felt that it was difficult to move his fingers, and he knelt down on the ground with his legs weak.

Si Yufan bit the tip of his tongue tightly, and the pain diluted the dizziness a little. He held the handle of the knife with both hands, stood up tremblingly, and walked to Han Qingshan's side.

He grabbed Han Qingshan's collar and took out a medal from his arms.

The medal was no bigger than a thumb, with a dark base glowing with cold light and a bloody crescent moon in the middle.

"I... found the exact same medal... on Han Shizhou!" Si Yufan gasped and asked intermittently:

"Tell me...who are you...?"

Han Qingshan was stunned for a while, staring at Si Yufan's face, feeling like he had seen it somewhere before.

At this time, a wanted order appeared in his mind. The child's face on the wanted order gradually overlapped with Si Yufan's slightly childish face.

Immediately, he laughed loudly and said: "I... I thought of you... Your bounty... is ridiculously high. I will wait for you on the road to hell..."

Before he finished speaking, Han Qingshan had completely expired. Even though Si Yufan had all kinds of doubts, he could no longer get the answer from him.

He looked at Han Qingshan's drooped head and said to himself:

"Don't worry, sooner or later, I will completely destroy your organization."

Si Yufan grabbed Han Qingshan's hair, took a deep breath, and shouted to the melee crowd:

"Han Qingshan has been executed! Those who stubbornly resist will be killed without mercy!"

Si Yufan's voice was not very loud, but it was like thunder when it reached everyone's ears.

Although I couldn't believe that Han Qingshan actually lost to a junior, the fact was right in front of me.

The Han brothers turned pale after hearing this, and Wu Tong and others took the opportunity to quickly defeat their opponents.

At this point, the Han family, which had dominated Sanshan Town for many years, disappeared.

After doing all this, Si Yufan collapsed to the ground. Now he just wanted to take a good rest.

But things usually backfired. Xiaobai flew over from nowhere, stood in his ear, and shouted: "Get up! Don't pretend to be dead!"

Si Yufan glanced at it, turned his head and ignored it.

I don't know if it was due to the exhaustion of spiritual energy, but Si Yufan felt extremely uncomfortable.

This feeling is not just physical fatigue, but also exhaustion from the depths of the soul.

"I was fighting just now while observing your situation." Xiaobai grabbed Si Yufan's ears and forcibly pulled him up.

I glanced around and felt that these words were not suitable to be said in front of so many people, so I talked to him in my heart:

"You guy, you have been beaten and suppressed all the time, but you don't use any of your special skills. What's going on?"

You...are obviously lazy!

Si Yufan coughed twice and asked, "Is there any? Why didn't I know?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaobai's eyes turned red and he fiercely pecked him on the forehead.

Si Yufan wanted to reach out and hold his head, but he couldn't use any strength at all. He could only watch as his head was pecked with a lump as big as an egg. He was in a state of embarrassment and lay on the ground moaning in pain.

After venting his anger, Xiaobai finally calmed down, glared at him with his wings crossed, and asked, "Come on, be honest!"

Si Yufan endured the pain, slightly turned his face towards Xiao Bai, and stammered in his heart:

"It's just... I just can't practice my unique skill, and I don't know why."

"Oh." Xiaobai shook his head and sighed: "I feel that there is only one explanation that fits your situation."

"What's the explanation?" Si Yufan didn't know what to say and asked with confusion on his face.

"You are a once-in-a-millennium waste!" Xiao Baiyi pinched his waist and said angrily.

Si Yufan giggled twice: "Master Bai, I know you have a way, stop hiding it."

Xiaobai glared at him fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for you and my life being connected, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

"Yes, Master Bai is the best." Si Yufan quickly flattered Xiao Bai.

"Stop talking about useless things." Xiaobai said firmly, but the joy on his brow betrayed it:

"I see that although you were pressed down and beaten before, your steps are extremely light and you can resist beatings. I know a way to use elixirs and other means to train your physical body to be comparable to spiritual beasts, but..."

"But what?"

"This method requires tremendous pain. It is truly worse than life. Do you dare to try it?"

Si Yufan pondered for a moment, nodded and said:

"To tell you the truth, I have a group of enemies that I must kill. But the opponent's strength is far beyond mine, so in order to have enough strength, no matter what kind of difficulties I face, I will persevere and never back down!"

Xiaobai looked at Si Yufan with a complicated expression.

It has always believed that Si Yufan is a weak, ignorant, and vicious human being who likes to play tricks.

But at this moment, its impression of him changed slightly.

Xiaobai raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with a wicked smile:

"If my feeling is correct, your skills will be rewarded to you after killing people, right? In this case, why not find a weaker place and kill more civilians to strengthen yourself?"

When Si Yufan heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The situation of Jiuzhuan Xuanxielu is his biggest secret. If it can be easily discovered, the future situation will be unimaginable.

Xiaobai looked at him as if he had been struck by lightning, and rolled his eyes upward: "You and I have the same mind. It would be strange that we can't notice any changes in you at such a close distance."

Si Yufan breathed a sigh of relief, pondered for a moment and said:

"To tell you the truth, I have already thought of this method. But how is it different from ordinary evil cultivators to sacrifice the lives of innocent people to strengthen themselves?"

"Oh?" Xiaobai's eyes sparkled, but he sarcastically said without mercy: "What an idiot!"
Chapter completed!