I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

The latest website: Facing the middle-aged man shrouded in black mist in front of him, Huo Yiming felt like he was looking in a mirror at this moment.

In terms of appearance, apart from the aquiline nose, there are not many similarities.

But Huo Yiming had a faint feeling that he and the other party seemed to be printed out of the same mold.

As the Emperor of Martial Arts, he knew better than anyone else that there was actually some discrepancy between his martial arts cultivation and the inheritance of the Prison Dragon Sect.

The higher the level of cultivation, the more so.

In recent years, Huo Yiming has gradually begun to get used to concealing his actions. He cannot see his true strength until the real moment of life and death.

In addition, the same martial arts, the same people may have different understandings, and there may be differences in strength, so the fellows of the Prison Dragon Sect are not surprised by this.

Even Jiefeng, on the contrary, admired this talented disciple who could come up with his own wit even more.

He had great expectations for Huo Yiming.

It's not just that Huo Yiming's strength may be superior to others in the future, but the other party may also improve the inheritance of the prison dragon school, making the martial arts inheritance of the prison dragon school more subtle and fierce.

But Huo Yiming himself knew that the changes in his sword skills were not all created by his own subjective thinking and inspiration.

In many cases, it is more derived from an intuition that seems to come from the blood.

It's like, he originally knew another unique skill, but now he seems to have forgotten it.

But when he practiced the martial arts of the Prison Dragon School, all these things seemed to affect him subtly like a ghost.

The higher the strength of the cultivation base, the deeper his own understanding of martial arts, and the more obvious this phenomenon is.

This is the reason why his own sword skills gradually surpassed the prison dragon sword of the prison dragon sect.

Huo Yiming suspected earlier that he might have the legacy of past wisdom.

Perhaps, he had an unrivaled cultivation in his previous life, and now he is reincarnated. Although he has no memory of his previous life, some of the influence of the artistic conception of martial arts still remains.

But now, facing Lei Han, Huo Yiming's heart was almost irresistible,

A conjecture arose that he refused to believe.

Lei Han's expression was calm and indifferent: "It seems that you have already noticed it yourself."

His words seemed to hit Huo Yiming's heart with a heavy blow.

In this matter, the other party can't talk about deceiving him, nor can he deceive him.

However, his own feeling is the most real.

The conjecture that he tried so hard to suppress in his heart resurfaced involuntarily at this moment.

I have something to do with this dragon demon emperor.

Huo Yiming was silent for a while, while Lei Han said quietly: "You should also feel it, it comes from the blood."

While speaking, he raised his hand and hit the empty space casually.

A black dragon appeared, with blood-red eyes, extremely fierce and domineering.

Seeing this, Huo Yiming's body faintly shook in mid-air.

Lei Han looked at him: "I like to get straight to the point, straight to the point.

You should have thought of it by now, your surname is Lei, not Huo, you are my son.

Only my bloodline inheritance can make you and I have the same artistic conception of martial arts. This is something that other people who practice my "Xuanlong Cult" cannot do. "

Huo Yiming took a deep breath.

Instead, he slowly calmed down now.

The young man did not back down, and looked directly into Lei Han's eyes: "As long as I can remember, my surname is Huo, not anything else."

Lei Han looked calm and nodded: "You and my father and son were separated back then, which was not what I wanted. Now that we are finally reunited, I hope you can come back to me. I also want to make up for your lost childhood."

Huo Yiming's expression was slightly complicated, and he looked at the other party: "I don't need seniors to compensate me for anything, if I have to say yes, it is seniors who compensate Chang'an City, but I don't think you would be willing to do that."

"good."

Lei Han said indifferently: "But it's not because of you. If it's another enemy, I'm willing to make an exception for you, but Chang'an City can't. I'm different from Ming Tonghui. He owes me and the other brothers. It's not that I owe him Chang'an City."

Huo Yiming shook his head: "I don't know the truth about your grievances in the past, and I am not qualified to comment, but now, Senior Su, Senior Chu, Senior Ao, and Senior Shen are all in Chang'an, advancing and retreating with His Majesty. Betrayed you?"

Lei Han's expression remained unchanged: "It is basically certain that the seventh child is not there, and the possibility of the eleventh and twelfth sisters is also very small, so I have always wanted to win them over, but unfortunately, they were all deceived by Ming Tonghui."

Under the cover of black mist, he realized that he looked towards the east: "I have already made up my mind, and I have a space. Maybe I can find evidence to prove that my words are correct."

Huo Yiming said: "Back then, I really didn't understand the whole story.

But I know that now, under the rule of Chang'an, the people live in peace and prosperity, and their lives are getting better and better.

As for the Beiju Luzhou under the previous rule of the senior, it is not an exaggeration to say that the people are not living well, and it is often seen that the land is thousands of miles away. "

Lei Han's tone was indifferent: "It's just hypocrisy, do you care how many ants you have trampled to death?"

Huo Yiming had no fear on his face, and looked at him: "Senior has his reasons, and I have my own ideas. Today, if senior is not willing to fight with Chang'an City, then I have to say, I hope Chang'an City will win. , and I myself will follow Chang'an's order."

He said slowly but firmly: "Senior, there is no need to be merciful. Although I am invincible, I will never stand still. Besides, I am only facing a clone of senior now."

At the same time as he spoke, the long knife behind his back was unsheathed.

A blood-eyed black dragon like Lei Han appeared above the vast sea.

"You regard the people in Chang'an as your own, but the other party does not necessarily."

Lei Han put his hands behind his back, but he didn't seem to intend to do anything: "You, it's too easy to trust others."

Huo Yiming pointed diagonally at the opposite side: "Senior, do you want to announce our relationship to the public?"

"Are you scared?" Lei Han asked calmly.

Huo Yiming said: "Perhaps everyone may have some misunderstandings and incomprehensions at the beginning, but I believe that everyone will gradually believe in me."

Lei Han nodded: "Then I will wait and see."

Huo Yiming's right hand holding the knife began to lift above his head, ready to strike down: "Senior, even if there is a clone, it is not invincible to ordinary people. If you leave it alone, it will be dangerous to others. Forgive me for offending!"

After all, he slashed down with a knife.

Thousands of sword qi condensed into a blood-eyed black dragon, even more domineering and fierce than thousands of black dragons dancing wildly, and slashed at Lei Han's clone in front of him.

Lei Han didn't dodge, dodge, or resist.

Just like that, Huo Yiming took the knife.

His clone, like Huo Yiming, is in the twelfth realm.

His cultivation base is overbearing and brilliant, even Huo Yiming is not sure about winning.

However, no twelfth-level cultivator in the world could bear Lei Han's full blow in vain.

Lei Han's avatar was immediately chopped off by Huo Yiming.

"I have never fulfilled my responsibilities as a father. Let's pay you some interest for this knife."

The man in black remained expressionless and said calmly.

Then, as blood flowed from the wound, the body split in two.