"Ahh

The strange man ignored the bleeding wound and immediately fled. The two strange people behind Wang Xiaotian reacted in shock by the screams, and hurriedly attacked Wang Xiaotian's head and the back of his neck.

Wang Xiaotian rushed two steps, avoided the attack of the two, and suddenly turned around and killed back. The two weirdos behind him were startled.

Just now, Wang Xiaotian, the picture of two swords cutting off the two arms of his teammates made them feel cold in their hearts. They themselves are already missing a normal hand.

It is inconvenient to do many things with one hand, such as eating, dressing, bathing, wiping the buttocks, and so on. If you cut off the other hand, you won't be able to take care of yourself in life.

The Cult of Science and Technology is not a charity, and for those who have no ability to live, there is only one end, that is, they are completely reduced to experiments, and they are recycled after exerting their surplus value.

They shudder at the thought of recycling.

Taking advantage of the fact that the two of them were stunned, Wang Xiaotian had already passed between them. This time, his target was not the three weirdos, but the handsome and evil young man!

At this moment, the young man was holding a "feather streamer" in each hand, and shot at Ling Yanzi's "biu, biu, biu", emitting rays of light.

Strangely, Ling Yanzi did not counterattack him with the "Feather Streamer", but flexibly dodged the light that was shooting at her.

Ling Yanzi saw Wang Xiaotian rushing over, and immediately flashed to the side. Wang Xiaotian immediately understood her thoughts.

The "Flying Feather Streamer" can only attack in a straight line, if the two of them flank the handsome and evil young man back and forth, Ling Yanzi uses the "Flying Feather Streamer", which is in danger of accidentally injuring Wang Xiaotian. Only by staggering the position can she use it boldly with confidence.

Wang Xiaotian forced away the fourth strange man with a sword, and strode to the left of the handsome and evil young man.

The young man was shocked. He had already guessed that Wang Xiaotian would rush over and attack him with Ling Yanzi. But he didn't expect that Wang Xiaotian would come so soon.

He immediately raised his hand "biubiu" and shot out two rays of light, forcing Wang Xiaotian to slow down and dodge. At the same time, he shouted, "Come and save me!"

The three strange people were forced by the canons of the Keshen Sect and the obscenity of the young man, so they had to rush over and attack Wang Xiaotian from three directions.

Wang Xiaotian quickly rushed forward, and the sword light covered the young man like a net.

The young man retreated and shot rays at Wang Xiaotian one after another, but Wang Xiaotian nimbly dodged away.

Ling Yanzi suddenly and quickly flashed behind Wang Xiaotian, and pressed the "Feather Streamer" on the strange person closest to her.

A point of light floated out of the "feather streamer", instantly swelling and shooting at the strange man like lightning.

By the time he reacted, the point of light had turned into a ball-sized ball of light. He suddenly screamed in diswilderment.

Before the screams fell, the ball of light slammed into his chest, instantly igniting flames. He threw himself to the ground, rolling over to extinguish the flames, but the flames grew stronger and stronger, and in a series of screams, he was completely engulfed in flames.

The other two strange people were suddenly frightened, and they stopped in front of Ling Yanzi, not daring to move.

The handsome and wicked youth yelled and shouted, "Her transmitter has a two-minute cooldown, take this opportunity to kill her!"

When the two strange men heard this, they immediately burst with confidence, and quickly ran towards Ling Yanzi, and the "feather streamer" in their hands emitted rays of light.

Wang Xiaotian understood, it turned out that there were really different models of "Flying Feather Streamer". The model used by Ling Yanzi was extremely powerful, and it could completely kill cultivators of the same level in an instant, but there was a cooldown, and it was necessary to wait for more than two minutes to launch it once before it could be launched again.

The models in the hands of these weirdos are less powerful, but they can be fired continuously without the need for cooldown. The difference between the two is like the difference between a cannon and a submachine gun.

Seeing the two strange people rushing over, Ling Yanzi snorted coldly, quickly dodged the light they shot, took a few steps with his long legs, and arrived in front of the other party, and his delicate fist directly greeted the other party's face.

"Bang" a punch and knock the opponent upside down and fly out.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaotian immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried that Ling Yanzi would be in danger during the cooling period of the "Flying Feather Streamer". Now it seems that he is overly concerned, Ling Yanzi is good at physical arts, and he is not afraid of close combat.

Without worries, Wang Xiaotian calmed down and tried his best to deal with the handsome and evil young man.

That young man should be a research-oriented talent, ruthless and insidious enough, but he lacks practical experience, and the traps he lays are very clumsy, but he is full of imagination.

Wang Xiaotian directly ignored this, and directly faced him with toughness, making him waste his efforts.

However, in a moment, Wang Xiaotian was already approaching the other party, and the opponent had no melee weapons in his hand except for the "Flying Feather Streamer", so it was not difficult to take down the other party. It's just that he was afraid of the other party's "feather streamer", so he didn't take a risk.

Not making mistakes is the right way to win. This is also Wang Xiaotian's creed. Although it is sometimes a shortcut, it also hides the risk of capsizing completely. He is still young, he has time and opportunity, and there is no need to gamble at every turn.

And if you get used to taking shortcuts, you will inevitably form dependence and be unwilling to take the right path. But when you walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet?

Wang Xiaotian was not in a hurry, that handsome and evil young man, but he was anxious. He originally led four of his subordinates to confidently intercept Ling Yanzi and the young man, but now the four of them were killed and one was injured.

He was suppressed by the young man, and the trap set by the young man was indifferent to him, and he didn't even give him a chance to turn the tables. His loss is only a matter of time, and the injury is only a matter of depth.

As for the remaining two subordinates, he didn't think he could deal with No. 4272 at all, and the cooldown time of 4272's "Feather Streamer" was about to arrive. He didn't want to win now, but how to get out.

However, he tried twice, and to his despair, he found that he couldn't even escape.

The young man in front of him was very alert, like a cheetah with sharpened claws, and once he found the flaws he exposed, he would not hesitate to grab them. If he wants to run away without leaking any flaws, he can't do it at all.

"Ahh The handsome and evil young man suddenly broke out in a cold sweat when he saw another subordinate, and a raging fire burned on his body.

The cooldown time for 4272's "Feather Streamer" was up! He immediately made up his final mind -- escape! Even if he was wounded, he must flee quickly.

If he didn't run away, he was very sure that the next time 4272's "Feather Streamer" cooldown time came, she would not hesitate to launch it at her.

He and 4272 are already in a situation where they are not going to die. At the moment, he is at an absolute disadvantage, and he has no chance of turning the tables at all except for the same end.

Is it all the same? He has the means. He has a powerful Force bomb hidden in him. This was his last madness.

But isn't there yet? He's different from those consumables. He is still young, and the road ahead is long and exciting. He was destined to become the superior, so why give it up?

So, he decided to get out.

On the other hand, Wang Xiaotian, in fact, he had already had the opportunity to kill that handsome and evil young man, but he couldn't do it.

The difference between veterans and recruits is not reflected in the quality of training or the level of performance in various competitions. Only those who have been on the battlefield, experienced a battle, and survived are veterans.

Because in this process, he will not only face a threat of life and death, but also see with his own eyes that one by one a fresh life dies with unwillingness and struggle, and even he has to end a fresh life with his own hands......

It's a hurdle. Wang Xiaotian knew very well in his heart that on the path of cultivation, he would inevitably cross this hurdle. But he instinctively resisted, and repeatedly postponed the time to cross the hurdle.

In his heart, he would never want to end a life with his own hands unless he had to. Even if this life is vile, hateful, and innocent.

However, there is an old saying that "the world is impermanent......

That handsome and wicked young man sold a flaw. Wang Xiaotian quickly confirmed that this was not a trap, because the young man was turning around and fleeing.

"Stop him!" Ling Yanzi had been secretly watching the battle here, and when she saw that the handsome and evil young man was about to escape, she immediately shouted.

Wang Xiaotian hurriedly chased after him. The young man heard the movement behind him getting closer and closer, and suddenly there was a sharp turn, and the "feather streamer" in both hands suddenly launched at Wang Xiaotian, intending to shoot Wang Xiaotian in one fell swoop, and make a beautiful counterattack.

Wang Xiaotian subconsciously shook the long sword. With two "snaps", the long sword slapped the young man's arms open, followed by his instinctive swing of the sword and stabbed forward.

With a "poof", the long sword easily pierced the young man's chest like a hot knife cutting through butter.

All this happened so suddenly that Wang Xiaotian didn't react at all, and could only stare blankly at the impaled youth.

The young man's eyes widened in disbelief and looked at Wang Xiaotian in great horror. He had already thrown away the "Feather Streamer" and held the long sword tightly, his hands drenched in blood.

All along, he thought that he was the protagonist of life, and although there were tribulations, he would eventually get through them. The future he has planned for himself is still far away, and it is also bright.

He believes that he will definitely be able to reach the pinnacle of his life and become the next leader of the Keshen Sect, and the whole world will crouch at his feet.

He couldn't have imagined that he could be assassinated by a sword so easily. He is unwilling, unwilling to quit the stage like this, unwilling to end his life like this.

He tried to roar harder, but all he could do was let out a "ho-ho" sound of unknown meaning.

He felt the vitality in his body passing quickly. He inhaled frantically, trying in vain to breathe in the lost vitality into his body.

He felt his body begin to become heavy and stiff, like a collapsing mountain rock. He felt that his legs, fragile like two hemp rods, trembling and trembling, and his heavy body might not be able to withstand the heavy pressure and break at any time.

He let go of his sword and waved his hands wildly, trying to grasp something in order to steady his body, but again in vain. He lost his balance and fell to the ground on his back.

Wang Xiaotian had already let go of the hilt of his sword, but his arm still maintained the posture of stabbing forward. He felt that his soul and consciousness had been cut off from his body, and his whole body was stiff and weak, as if it was not his own, completely out of control.

He looked at the young man who was lying on the ground, facing the sky on his back, his eyes staring at the sky in a daze, his hands and legs still struggling in vain, and his brain was in chaos.

Gradually, the young man's struggle slowly stopped, and his intact eyes, still staring at the gradually darkening sky, slowly lost their lustre.