"Breathe, exhale......"

Yin Zhong's breathing seemed a little rapid, but his hand holding the sword was still steady.

As it turns out, the real fight wasn't between him and the flying sword.

It didn't have as many dazzling sword lights, but it was still filled with something frightening and oppressive enough.

In this plain, no creature could resist the sword light of Yin Zhong's sword speed reaching the limit of the speed of sound.

Whether it's the ogres with their massive size, or the sigils with ghostly forms.

Under that sword light, everything fell apart!

It's just that Yin Zhong looked at the monsters that were gradually gathering in front of him.

They stared at Yin Zhong with eyes full of fear and greed, and they were naturally afraid of powerful beings.

However, they were able to smell the weak breath of Yin Zhong's body.

It didn't take much intelligence: they only needed to get some breath from Yin Zhong's increasingly rapid breathing and sluggish sword light.

For ordinary natural creatures, it is not in line with the norms of survival to blindly provoke a powerful being.

But for these bloodthirsty monsters, Yin Zhong's soul full of certain qualities attracted them deeply:

It's not built from a natural environment, and a powerful curse has made the creatures unusually bloodthirsty.

Even the Minotaurs, whose main trait is mildness, began to abandon their vegetarian nature and began to hunt down intelligent life.

It's an instinctive craving, and it's very addictive.

Have you reached the limit......

Feeling the unnatural twitching of his arm muscles, Yin Zhong thought secretly in his heart.

He began to think back to his master's guidance to him: compared to those skills or verbal enlightenment, Yi Qiu had set up a spiritual monument for him in terms of behavior and morality.

Choosing the path of one's own heart has always been rigorous and solemn.

And it's not just a few whispers in the heart, but it needs to be put into concrete action.

And carry it into your own life, little by little, into your whole life!

If it were a master, what would happen to him?

Yin Zhong began to think that he could escape.

But he wondered how the path he had chosen should be presented.

If it's just a sword that's extremely fast, it's naturally extremely sharp.

But, what about those who carry swords?

The current choice is really not so difficult for an ordinary person:

It's not a shame to choose to give up something that is beyond one's means.

But for his part, Yin Zhong has a different opinion.

Only the most extreme tilt can make the most powerful swordsman......

How to face death as a swordsman?

The only way to do it is to swing the sword......

I think, I get it......

Yin Zhong closed his eyes slightly, and this action made the monsters around him start to become impatient.

They don't show any mercy or morality, and sneak attacks seem to them to be the normal means.

And at this time, a touch of golden light overflowed in Yin Zhong's bloodshot eyes.

If the body has lost the strength to swing the sword, then slash with your heart!

At this moment, the path of infinity gradually became blurred, and an intersection hidden in the fog appeared in front of Yin Zhong's eyes:

Then, a golden light suddenly shot out from behind him!

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"Dean, my sigil level has increased!"

"It's really fun there!"

Anne Taris looked at Emma with a look of joy as she was meditating in the headmaster's room, and she looked very happy.

Emma was able to smell something from her, though.

It certainly wasn't the smell of blood, and all the active particles in the blood were lost after leaving the dungeon plane.

But that doesn't mean it's completely tasteless, and some things don't completely dissipate because they lose their activity.

For example: the breath of death......

Emma certainly wasn't upset or otherwise upset by Anne Taris for killing too many lives.

Choosing the path of a comprehensive network player, killing is a common thing.

Emma just thought it was a little strange where Anne-Taris's aura of death came from.

However, thinking of Anne Taris's related abilities, Emma suddenly had some realization in her heart.

"Annie, you've used your sigil abilities......"

Emma looked at Anne Tarris, her proudest protégé.

While her greatest power doesn't come from her, that doesn't mean she has a grudge against it.

"Yes, Dean......"

Anne-Taris restrained the joy on her face, and she looked at the dean with a calm expression, and her heart suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"I once forbade you to use your abilities, not because they were so dangerous or full of forbidden ingredients."

"It's because: you can't handle it yet."

Emma said quietly to Anne Taris.

"You should know where your power comes from—it comes from the highest, and then you won't be nameless."

"You will become a legend in this world and leave a name for yourself – this is the future that can be easily calculated."

"But, just as I don't suppress my bloodline nature too much, I maintain absolute domination over the flames."

"Annie, you can be influenced by power, you can be different for this."

"But you know: power is power, and what you have to do is to be the ruler of it!"

Emma's tone was not serious, she had never liked the atmosphere that was too solemn and solemn.

It seems that only in that atmosphere can everything be given the right meaning.

"The wanton use of uncontrolled power can only lead to one consequence......"

"Go to the training room and train, you know what you should do."

Looking at Anne Tarris, who left dejectedly, Emma's heart didn't have too much unbearable.

The raising of bear cubs is a very complicated process.

She certainly can't twist her nature, and she can't make her a real bear:

Despite the source of her power, the warrior monk in the heavenly vault did show the most recklessness.

But Emma knew what kind of cold and unshakable will was behind that recklessness.

Perhaps Anne Taris's reckless behavior had something to do with some of the characteristics of his power?

Emma was lost in some kind of contemplation, she was thinking about some possibility.

Anne-Taris doesn't need to rush to grow in strength right now, she's too naïve for the use of sigil power.

In Emma's opinion, laying a solid foundation is what she should do.

Like her long and difficult spell research career, it didn't seem to give her anything more practical other than a few 1-ring spells.

But Emma knew what that seemingly worthless past had given her.

The flame, if there is not enough firewood, is just a blurred spark after all......

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