Junior Disciple C

, No matter how I persuaded you to hand over Jianmu before, you refused to listen. As soon as I threatened my junior, you immediately handed it over. "

Ji Chengyue looked at Xue Ren regretfully, shook his head and sighed: "You just think that I am partial to your junior brother, but even if your senior brother is switched today, and Zirui threatens me with you, I will still take out Jianmu."

Xue Ren was stunned again, but he quickly came back to his senses, and questioned sternly: "What are you talking about, you have given him all the good things, so why would you care about me!"

Ji Chengyue didn't explain anymore, Xue Ren was already trapped in his narrow jealousy, he refused to believe anything except what he wanted to see.

But Ji Chengyue didn't refute anymore, and Xue Ren didn't calm down either. A small corner of what he firmly believed in his heart collapsed unknowingly.

Like an avalanche, the sense of self-doubt and panic in his heart is getting bigger and bigger. Could it be that... the partiality he always thought was wrong?

No!Xue Ren suddenly denied it viciously in his heart.

He is not wrong!

Even if he was really wrong, it was because of Cao Zirui!

If he had never appeared, then he would not have come to where he is today!

Thinking of this, the killing intent in his heart could no longer be restrained. Under Ji Chengyue's shocked gaze, he swung his sword again, this blow was stronger than all the previous ones.

The black mist condensed into a huge blade several meters long, and rushed towards Cao Zirui.

Fang Yang heard the exclamation from the crowd again, and he seemed to hear Cao Zirui beside him calling him "Run!"

But none of these voices were as shocking as what he saw right now.

He had already read the last few sentences, and he had actually read this call to God before. Although he couldn't remember what was written on the token, he still had a general impression.

The summoning order is still the same as the original one, and there is no change, but out of thin air, there are a few more words at the end.

Fang Yang looked at those words and couldn't read any more.

"Continue." That pleasant voice sounded in my heart again.

"But..." Fang Yang wanted to tell the other party the change of the call to God.

But the man doesn't need to listen to him at all, his voice is unquestionable: "Read!"

Fang Yang was stunned by the voice, and subconsciously read another sentence: "When you hear the call, you will come, when you hear the call, you will come..."

Finally at the last sentence, he opened his mouth and only said two words: "Respectfully..."

Then, the voice broke in his throat.

No matter how firm the man's tone is, Fang Yang still can't pronounce the name, because the name is...is...

While hesitating, Fang Yang suddenly froze for a moment. He sensed a strong wind approaching at an extremely fast speed, which made his heart skip a beat.

The instinct of the body is warning, and the sense of crisis at this moment reminds him of his experience of fleeing in the secret place of the floating island, which is the feeling at the moment of life and death.

Fang Yang raised his head, his pupils reflecting the black blade dilated slightly, he finally understood what happened to the exclamation before, and why Cao Zirui told him to run.

He saw that the crowd was all looking at him in panic, and he also saw that the head of Ji seemed to want to come to the rescue, but he was far behind.

As death approached, Fang Yang's mind went blank.

But in this blank space, there was a deafening roar echoing in his mind.

"Call me God's name!"

Fang Yang suddenly held up the command to call God, closed his eyes, and shouted that name with all his strength.

The incantation on the token fell with Fang Yang's last word, emitting a faint golden light.

But this point of light was far less massive than the oncoming black mist, and it didn't attract anyone's attention at all.

The black sharp blade flew in front of him, and the sound of piercing the air caused by the rapid flight swallowed Fang Yang's shout.

Ji Chengyue watched helplessly as the huge black blade wrapped around his little apprentice and the disciple named Fang Yang.

At the same moment when the black mist hit the two of them, it overflowed and swelled.

As if exploding, the volume of the black mist instantly expanded several times, firmly covering the figures of the two teenagers.

But even if you can't see the scene there, it's not hard to imagine the tragedy of the separation of the corpses.

Even Ji Chengyue might not be able to block Xue Ren's attack just now, let alone two teenagers who are not yet in the foundation stage.

There was no chance of them surviving.

Everyone thinks so.

Seeing this scene, Xue Ren finally showed a smile.

However, just as he raised his smile, he suddenly froze.

Hao Chen suddenly turned his head and looked towards the direction where the black mist continued to expand.He suddenly felt like his hairs stood on end.

He didn't feel such a sense of panic when Xue Ren took out the divine sword Lve Ying, but at this moment, looking at the black mist that Xue Ren swung the sword to cut out, he felt apprehensive.

No, that's not the black mist that Xue Ren cut out!

Hao Chen's pupils shrank, and he suddenly realized this.

Others noticed too.

Because the black mist is slowly fading, the word fading is not very accurate. It should be said that they are condensing.

The black blade Xue Ren slashed hovered in the air, as if caught by something in the black mist.

The two kinds of black mist are very similar, but they are distinct from each other.

Slowly, this huge group of black mist continued to condense and shrink.

Everyone finally saw clearly what was catching the blade.

is a hand.

man's hand.

The knuckles are slender and the palm is wide. They are definitely not the hands of young people like Fang Yang or Cao Zirui.

"It's impossible..." Xue Ren murmured looking at the hand. The Heavenly Rank Magical Artifact Broken Mountain Sword was broken by Lve Ying Sword. How could anyone catch the sword energy from Lve Ying Sword with bare hands?

Frightened, he asked repeatedly in the direction of the black mist: "Who are you?! Who are you?!"

"My name is..." A deep and clear male voice came from the black mist. The black mist was still shrinking. After the hand with long knuckles, more and more parts of the man were exposed to people.

Arms, shoulders... Finally, everyone saw that face clearly.

That obviously beautiful face can't be described in words, but it can only make people feel scared.

"God of War..." While the man was speaking, he exerted force with his five fingers, and the black blade instantly shattered in his hand. Among the black debris flying all over the sky, he slowly said the last two words: "Ying Long!"

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