"Du Kekao?"

Bingying coughed up a mouthful of blood in pain, he chewed the name over and over again in his heart, silently reciting it dozens of times, his father, the Iron Dragon Kural, had already engraved the name of the enemy who cursed the ice field as a threat to his heart, but no matter how much he searched, he couldn't find the word Du Kekao!

Kural's intelligence network in the Iceborn is all over the territory, and the arrogant Iceborn has never hidden his strength, so Bingying is sure that this man is definitely not from the cursed ice field, he is probably outside the ice field, that mysterious and unknowable continent!

Because of this, Bingying, who prides himself on being a human god, saw his own insignificance for the first time, and he trembled as he tasted the tremors from his body, he believed that this feeling was fear, a mortal, actually brought fear to him as a human god?

There is really a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.

With just one punch, he hit his own meridians and was buried in the soil, without the power to fight back, Bingying had suffered the full blow of the tiger, so he deeply understood the horror of this power, but that random punch could be compared to the full force of the head of the cold court beast.

Bingying didn't dare to imagine, so he was terrified to the point of despair.

In fact, the Chilling Beast Bingying, he had never noticed that the majestic figure standing on the trunk of the eighth section of the tree overlooking all living beings gradually faded a little, and the ethereal appearance of his appearance, after throwing a punch at random, became even more ethereal, like a thin green smoke encircling the appearance of a person.

The man who called himself Du Kekao defeated Bingying with one punch, and instead of taking advantage of the victory, he took his life, and the ethereal figure suddenly picked up the Shadow of the Blade Tyrone, silently stopped moving, and looked at his body that was so badly wounded that it almost died, and the figure suddenly fell silent.

"Silly boy." The majestic figure said distressedly.

"For five years, you have been looking for a teacher every night, but the teacher and I have always been in your heart, haven't you?"

Seeing his beloved disciple's serious injury for his own attachment, his heart really hurt.

He hugged Tyrone tightly, looked coldly at the bottom of the tree, the gaze cast on the ancient tree more than 20 feet high, directly made Bingying tremble, he let the branches pierce his intestines, the blood soaked in black clothes, he lay in the blood and did not dare to move, because he was afraid that if he blinked his eyes, that terrible guy would kill himself!

Bingying closed his eyes, thinking that he was going to die.

I don't know how long later, his extremely nervous eyebrows suddenly loosened, and he cautiously opened his eyes, looking through the heavy leaves, to the end of the tree more than twenty feet high.

"Gone, gone?" Bingying's eyes widened in disbelief.

This is indeed incredible, unbelievable to Bingying, he is well aware of human psychology, he beat that waste half to death, if Du Kekao this monster is his helper, there is absolutely no reason to let the tiger return to the mountain.

Bingying's eyes widened in such incomprehension, and his dark pupils were full of confusion and ignorance.

He stared at the overlapping leaves, stared at the rotten eighth section of the tree trunk of Mt. Yajiyue, and looked at it for a long time, and when a few tentative birdsong sounded in the forest of the Forest of Innocence, Bingying replied, and he found that his body gradually regained his strength, and looked at the lower abdomen that was poked by the branches, the wound had already coagulated, and the blood was no longer flowing.

"Incomprehensible ......"

Bingying smiled miserably, did the monster think that he was too small to be worthy of dying under his hands, or did he have a good heart and let himself go with pity?

However, no matter what the reason, it is put on his Bingying's body, which is unbearable for his psychology.

The thunderous iron fist crushed not only his body, but also his self-esteem, this iron fist knocked him back to the world from the divine realm, brutally shattering his sweet dream, until this moment, Bingying was soberly aware of one thing.

There is no god in this world, only man.

And himself, at most, can be called a more prominent outlier among hundreds of billions of people, in the final analysis, the so-called human god is just a person who does not leave the mortal world half a step, right?

The eagle's recklessness is untamed, but Bingying is not the bird that can only flutter its wings after all, so he seriously restrained the messy and boundless thoughts in his heart, and while tasting the frustration and pain caused by failure, he raised his hand and pulled up the branch of the Yajiyue tree that nailed him.

He pulled out so hard that the rotten intestines were also pulled out, Bingying silently endured this long-lost severe pain, tore open the black clothes, bandaged his wounds, and when everything was taken care of, he staggered to his feet, looking at the dense forest, his eyes were complicated.

"I'm still young, I can get stronger."

After a long time, he exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and the decadence on his face turned to a cold veil again.

He picked up the branch of the Yajiyue tree on the ground, silently feeling its bone-chilling cold, "Bang! He broke off a small branch at the end, which was only the thickness of a thumb, and he stared at the branch, muttering something in his mouth, and then took it in his arms.

Bingying, a stinging beast, is a man of perseverance.

Tyrone wouldn't know what a terrifying guy the teacher's punch would create in the future Runeterra.

Thousands of miles away, the white snow is calm and peaceful.

Blade Shadow Tyrone, dressed in a blue robe, was quietly lying on a sunken snowdrift, his shattered body had miraculously recovered a lot, except for the heavily damaged internal organs and a few deadly bones, it would take months to recuperate, and it was basically fine.

It's just that the illusory figure suspended beside him is as faint as a white mist, as if it is crumbling, and it may dissipate at any time.

The ethereal phantom, who couldn't tell the shape, looked at Tyrone and sighed regretfully.

"Kill him, you won't be able to help you out of the forest, and you won't be able to heal you, in the end, the power of a wisp of residual thoughts is too weak after all."

The phantom spoke, and the body that was struggling to support it seemed to have a tendency to fall apart, and the ethereal white smoke of the Dao Dao burst out of his body, poured into the air, and became blurred.

The shadow condensed by a wisp of residual thoughts, even at the last moment before dispersing, maintained a tall posture, covering the wind and snow in front of Tyrone, like a great father.

He was reluctant to leave the Shadow of the Blade, he struggled hard, and in the last moments before his body was annihilated, he used all his magic power to write five words under the snow hidden by Tyrone's right hand.

His words remained as rigorous as his man, but the ease of rigor was absent from the five words of Du Quecao, replaced by a deep solemnity.

The five words are: Don't go to me.

(End of chapter)