In a daze, Ye Jinghan was hit by Fang Tian's painted halberd, and blood slowly flowed out of his chest.
"Swish, brush, brush..."
Fang Tian kept drawing his halberd, and struck Ye Jinghan in a series of blows.
Wen Shaoyi took advantage of the situation and used a whirlwind kick to slash Wen Chengtian.
However, Wen Chengtian's body was invulnerable, no matter how hard he hit him, he couldn't be hurt at all.
The most bizarre thing is that the middle-aged man knows all his martial arts moves.
He even knows what his next move is going to be, and can always break it in time, or even hit him.
Wen Shaoyi said, "The Holy Seal of Stepping on the Snow."
"Yam Luo Dragon Sword."
"Thunderbolt Palm."
"Evil Demonic Palm, these moves are all the moves of the Tianburn Clan, or... they are my father's moves, how could... how could they appear here."
Wen Shaoyi wanted to stabilize his mind, but he couldn't.
Tiger Saint Silk Slash, Sky-Breaking Ghost Finger... These are all unique martial arts created by my father. He is the only one in the world who knows it, not even him or the Supreme Grandfathers.
Who is this person?
Huaying chuckled and said, "How is it? It feels very familiar, doesn't it?"
"Ye Jinghan, who is that person?"
The night scene is cold and silent.
The Demon Lord pouted.
Wen Chengtian?
Wen Shaoyi's biological father?
Isn't he dead, and his head was chopped off by the young lady?
How could he appear here and be controlled by the old witch?
Looking carefully, he saw that Wen Chengtian's eyes were dull, he didn't know pain, he only knew how to attack, as if he was a murderous puppet, controlled by others, without any thoughts of his own.
Look at his neck and there are several transparent hair-like threads connecting his neck and body.
The Demon Lord had a thought.
Could it be that the old witch used the witchcraft of the Sky Burning Clan and the forbidden technique of the Jade Clan to put his body back together in a heaven-defying way and turned it into a puppet for her to control.
Good guy.
Wen Chengtian's evil aura was rising, his demonic aura was soaring to the sky, and his strength was reaching the mid-seventh level.
Even though he was dead, he didn't miss a single move in his previous martial arts.
With such a person as a puppet, the old witch is not invincible.
Pooh.
What a world invincible.
His little sister is invincible in the world.
Huaying said gloomily, "Ye Jinghan doesn't dare to tell you, so I will tell you out of mercy. That man is your short-lived father, and Ye Jinghan's short-lived father. He is the common father of the two of you."
"
The Demon Lord staggered.
Common father?
Are these two people from the same father and mother?
Or Wen Chengtian’s son?
Doesn’t Ye Jinghan hate Wen Chengtian and the Tianfen clan the most?
Wen Shaoyi's face turned pale.
Huaying's words kept lingering in his ears.
Because he was distracted, he was almost beaten to death by Wen Chengtian.
Fortunately, Ye Jinghan saved him in time.
A big battle ended.
They could no longer tell who had saved whom more often.
Ye Jinghan said, "Don't listen to his temptations, calm down and kill her together."
"He...is really my father..."
"Your father is dead, more than three years ago." Wen Shaoyi suddenly heard the news from Qingtian, and his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
I stayed there for a long time, with a look of pain on my face.
Ye Jinghan could only fight against Wen Chengtian, who was at the peak of the seventh level, by himself.
Huaying smiled and took the last hit.
"Of course he is your father. If he wasn't, how would he know your martial arts moves, and how would he know his own unique moves?"
"Do you know how miserable your father was when he died? Do you know who killed your father?"
The demon lord couldn't listen anymore.
"Hey, old witch, you remind Wen Shaoyi of these bad memories all the time. You can't beat the young lady, so you can only use this to vent your anger. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I feel sorry for you. But, if you are not pitiful,
