From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The morning light rises and the night gradually recedes like the tide.

Han Mansion in the inner city.

A figure landed at the door of the ground-level worship room.

The Han family's most capable attendant is a second-rank swordsman, a junior master, who is known as "a sword that chills the entire mountain."

The person who came did not conceal his breath, and the next second after he stopped, the strong sword energy cut through the door.

The sound spread out and caused quite a stir.

The white-shirted swordsman smelled blood and looked closely, and found that the enemy was holding the head of the Han family's eldest grandson.

"Who is this thief..."

Before he could finish his words, the enemy stepped forward like a tiger out of a cage.

The white-shirted swordsman did not retreat at all. The sword body seemed to radiate a chilling cold light, and the powerful aura emanating from it made it seventy percent more colorful. The dense sword energy caused cracks to appear on the door guards on both sides. He used to be the leader of a martial arts sect, but because he was challenged by a white fox-faced man, he was reduced to the status of a watchdog.

He vented the hatred that had been pent up for years, and slashed his sword into the enemy's shoulder, almost cutting him diagonally from the neck to the chest.

The white-shirted swordsman was stunned, because the other party did not look like a fool.

I saw the fist gradually expanding in front of my eyes, and then my consciousness fell into darkness and completely dissipated.

Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand to grab the headless corpse in front of him, used the Saint Thief to madly absorb the vitality, pulled out the three-foot long sword in his body, and the terrible mortal wound healed quickly. He had no time to fight with the opponent.

Ten of his natal acupoints quietly opened up, and the second-grade junior grandmaster's whole body was filled with unusual vitality.

Jiang Yuan walked with his sword on his back, and a crow in the air guided the direction.

Walking out of the courtyard gate, a row of archers rushed out from the side rooms. Jiang Yuan pulled the precious carved bow and shot five people with four arrows. The rain of arrows attacked him in the face. He took the long sword from behind and turned his wrist. The sword shadow was like a shield.

Five steps later, these loyal sons of the family drew out the fine swords at their waists.

There were twenty-five people in total, all of them were warriors of the entry rank, including three of the sixth rank.

Jiang Yuan did not dodge or evade, allowing the three swords to pierce his waist.

With a circular slash, the bright moon hidden in the sleeve exploded, and the clear light rippled. Five people were killed, and the head of the leading sixth-rank warrior flew up.

The second sixth-rank warrior did not retreat but advanced, holding the knife with both hands, aiming at the enemy's face and chopping with all his strength.

At the same time, several guards re-set their bows and crossbows, adjusted their positions and shot out hidden arrows.

Jiang Yuan dodged the blow by leaning sideways. The last well-trained sixth-rank warrior stepped forward. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, completely blocked the enemy's space to move. More than a dozen arrows attacked from the gaps one after another. It was a sure-kill situation.

Jiang Yuan stretched out his sword, but cleverly avoided the sharp edge. His energy circulated for thirty miles, and with great force he cut off the wrist of the warrior on the left. Then he raised his leg and kicked forward, suddenly hitting the fallen sword tail. The long sword flew into the air and pierced the eye socket of the warrior on the right in one fell swoop.

As the arrow approached, Jiang Yuan pulled the warrior with the broken hand over, and in the blink of an eye, the shield was shot into a hedgehog.

He kicked them away, and the corpse broke the formation. Jiang Yuan drew his bow and arrow, and pulled the bow twice in an instant, and eight people fell to the ground.

Three of the remaining ten men dropped their bows and ran away, but one of them was hacked to death from behind by the leading guard, and the other two suffered the same fate.

"Don't run away. The master has supported us for decades. It's time to pay for the meal!" The seven remaining people charged forward together. Four arrows came towards them, and the same number of flesh and blood fireworks exploded.

The leading guard was cut in half before he could withstand a single sword strike.

Jiang Yuan walked out of the yard and went straight to the attic. The Han Mansion was very large, and the waterside pavilions and singing stages covered an area of ​​several miles in radius.

The corpses behind him turned into ashes one by one. They were all warriors with blood and bones heavy. They helped someone refine dozens of his own life acupoints in one breath, and the total number reached three hundred and ten. It was like one elephant and two tigers, which could be said to be the power of a tiger and an elephant.

Walking into the attic, Jiang Yuan drew his bow and drew his arrow. This time he used all his strength to circulate his Qi. The arrow flew across the sky, and four hundred steps away, a young girl who was under layers of protection had her upper body blown up alive. The old slave who risked his body to block the arrow was also killed.

"The old man of the Han family is in the court. His eldest son has no heir. He was a great scholar in Shangyin Academy. His youngest son died young, so his second son is the head of the family. He has three sons and one daughter among his grandchildren. The eldest, second and youngest daughter all died in your hands. As for the direct line, the only ones missing are the Second Master Han and the Third Master. They are in the main hall."

Jiang Yuan turned over and went downstairs. He met a strong servant and maid along the way, who rewarded him with a sword. In a blink of an eye, another forty acupoints were refined into his life force. The Han Mansion was a prominent family in the county, and there were hundreds of servants in front and behind.

Breaking into the main hall, they saw the middle-aged Mr. Han sitting upright, not panicking. A boy of about fourteen or fifteen was standing beside them, trembling with fear. In front of the two of them was a Xuan-level priest, a half-step second-rank spearman. As for the servants and maids, they were all hiding in the corner.

"This hero, can you tell me who wants to buy the Han family's life?"

"My last name is Han and my given name is Fang. How come Second Uncle doesn't recognize me?"

Mr. Han's pupils dilated as he stared at the mask of the man who came.

"kill him."

Upon hearing this, the spear master leaped forward, and the spear flew out of his hand like a dragon. The force was so great that it was like a huge hammer hitting a golden gong, and the man followed the spear.

Jiang Yuan raised his sword and slashed the spear sideways, interrupting the enemy's spear momentum with incredible accuracy. He rolled forward along the spear shaft and slashed horizontally with the sword.

The spear master found it very difficult, as the Dragon Spear was a secret of his family and he had never encountered anyone who could break it by force. Seeing the opponent approaching quickly, he threw away his spear and stretched out his hands to grab the sword, wanting to snatch the blade with his bare hands. However, he did not expect the opponent's force to be so great that his two palms flew up immediately.

The situation was hopeless, and the spearman released all his energy, not caring that half of his body would be chopped into pieces. Even though he was knocked into the air by the huge force, he still held on to the sword tightly, blocking the edge with his bones, and killed dozens of people in a row. Unless it was a truly famous sword, most of the blades would have been bent, as human bones are not much different from crude armor.

At the critical moment, a maidservant among the servants hiding in the corner stood up and fired three poisoned hidden weapons with great force. Afterwards, the Yellow-lettered priest seemed to lose his strength and staggered towards the wall.

Jiang Yuan abandoned his sword, turned over to avoid the hidden weapon, and slapped the spear that was still in the air away with one palm, nailing the attacker to death. The sun rose from his sleeves and merged into the tip of his fist, smashing the spearman's chest with one blow.

Master Han's face was ashen, and he tried to plead. Just as he was about to open his mouth, his third son's head was slapped away, and he himself was pierced through the heart by an arm.

Jiang Yuan came to the corner, pulled out the good quality spear in front of him, and the servants and maids fled in all directions.

"The No. 1 wing doesn't have a sign. It's behind the main hall. I had someone set it on fire. The escorts from Dazhanzhou City are on their way here. We have ten minutes at most."

"Hold on."

Jiang Yuan held his breath and concentrated. The offerings from the Xuanhuang character and the ancestors and grandchildren of the Han family opened all of his natal acupoints.

The whole body was suddenly dotted with stars, and the thirty-six bonfires of Wu Zu Fa rose up together, forming a natural hot furnace. The expected innate magical power - the Martial Arts Furnace was born, which could melt all the "nutrients" related to martial arts.

Martial arts secrets, human destiny, and even the weapons used by warriors are all firewood that rises in the furnace.

(End of this chapter)