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"Click!"

There was a clear sound.

The blade of the sword broke from the middle, like a broken mirror, and suddenly shattered into countless fragments in the air, falling to the ground, and a rune, like a beating sword text, flashed a golden light into Leng Jiansheng's eyebrows.

Two black vertical pupils condensed in his eyes, like eyes but not eyes, like swords and not swords, this is the manifestation of the sword heart blood veins in his body reaching a certain concentration.

The world thinks that the innate sword heart is a talent and a godsend, but Leng Jiansheng knows that the sword heart is an ability inherited with the bloodline.

And with the transmission of the bloodline from generation to generation, it is the thinning of the bloodline and the absence of the sword heart, but there will always be some geniuses who have atavistic phenomena on their backs and reactivate the ability of the sword heart, such as Leng Jiansheng.

Of course, future generations will activate the sword heart, and it will not be as powerful as the ancestors, and the ability will be diluted after all.

It may be enough to put it on ordinary people, but Leng Jiansheng is unwilling, and by chance, he found another way, that is, the sword in his hand, so he decided from that day onwards to suck all the blood of the Leng family and let their essence blood flow in his body, in this way, the concentration of blood in his body will naturally reach a new height, so perhaps, his sword heart will one day surpass the ancestors.

"To the extreme!"

Leng Jiansheng looked down at the broken sword in his hand, and whispered in his mouth.

He exhaled softly, and the air seemed to be pierced by sword qi, and two sword holes shot out of the ground.

"The sword, I can feel the power of the sword, in my body, in the recovery, very powerful." Leng Jiansheng greedily felt the intoxicating power in his body, flowing in his blood, gradually recovering, like a volcanic eruption.

His heart was beating, and every time he beat, the aura of the sword that permeated his body became sharper, as if a peerless divine sword was slowly being pulled out of its scabbard, and the gray mist in the sky pierced by the sword intent that pierced the sky, piercing the sky.

And the heart where he originally left a secret wound gradually surfaced a sword intent, wrapping the entire heart, and slowly the heart disappeared in his body, leaving only a sword, a sword that was beating and breathing.

"Born Kenshin! This is the real innate Kenshin! ”

The power of this sword is still climbing, and it is still climbing sharply, and the powerful bloodline power makes Leng Jiansheng's entire skin crack, and sword intent shoots out from his body.

His body couldn't withstand Kenshin's true power for a while, he snorted, spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and stepped on it fiercely, and a sword mark appeared on the ground.

One after another, the sword rays stabbed out in a straight line, stabbing out continuous white bursts in the air, and Leng Jiansheng disappeared without a trace.

Lao Wu gasped sharply, surrounded by the dead bodies of the Leng family, except for him, all of them were dead, and there was no one left, and only him, because Leng Jiansheng was at the last moment, the sword was broken, and he was lucky to live.

"The Leng family is gone, he didn't kill me, hehehe, he didn't kill me." Lao Wu buried his face deep in the ground, his teeth biting the stones on the ground, the huge force knocked out all his teeth, blood and saliva mixed together and spit on the ground, mud and stones filled his entire mouth.

He wiped away his tears and raised his head, surrounded by blood and corpses, the rich and pungent smell of blood was disgusting, and in the distance, several black dots the size of ants were rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

"It's people? Swallows they say? ”

Lao Wu's heart trembled fiercely, the gravitational pull on the ground still made it difficult for him to move, he stretched out an arm with great effort, pulled several corpses next to him, and covered himself.

Because he was afraid of not being safe, Lao Wu even picked up a slightly sharp gravel and pulled out a long hole in his lower back, and blood gushed out.

His face is stuck to the ground, his body is covered with corpses, he wants to pretend to be dead, he can't die, he wants to live, he is the hope of the Leng family, he wants to avenge the Leng family.

Time slowly, as if a universe had been destroyed, a cold voice came into the ears of the fifth child.

"They're all dead!"

"People just left, there was blood in that direction, and they couldn't run far."

A black-clothed swallow sniffed his nose lightly, and looked indifferently into the distance with his eyes, which was the direction Leng Jiansheng had just left.

"Chase, you want to live."

Seventy-nine nodded, and with a little foot under his feet, his body swept out, followed by seven swallows behind him, their speed was extremely fast, and it seemed that they were not affected by the falling incense in the slightest.

Thinking about it, this falling incense was lit by them, and they can naturally eliminate this adverse effect, and the worst can also weaken this negative effect to a certain extent.

"Let's go, let's go."

After about 100 breaths, after confirming that there was no movement around him, Lao Wu slowly pushed away the corpse pressed on his back and slowly sat up.

The influence of gravity and the wound on his back that opened by himself made his movements extremely laborious, just a few simple movements, as if he had exhausted his strength to feed.

Spit out the stones and dirt in his mouth, tear off a rag with his hand, wrap it around his waist, and stop the bleeding, in hindsight, Lao Wu felt that the act of self-harm just now seemed to be a bit excessive.

His face was full of sweat and mud, Lao Wuji looked into the distance as much as possible, and saw no trace of anyone, taking a breath in his heart, Lao Wu staggered towards the third uncle's body.

kneeling on the ground in slow motion, Lao Wu's breathing began to be rapid, his eyes were bloodshot, his hands trembled and turned over the third uncle's body, and his right hand slowly poked into the other party's chest and groped.

"Found it!"

Lao Wu breathed a sigh of relief, his face flushed sickly, and took out a wooden ancient talisman from the third uncle's arms in the palm of his right hand.

"Marry your life!"

The old five's pupils reflected the wooden talisman, and the whole person smiled stupidly, his smile was extremely miserable, and his eyes were full of resentment and resentment like a ghost.

"Hey, hey, hey, hope, hope for the Leng family."

He whispered, unconsciously, and muttered vaguely, the wooden talisman was tightly held in the palm of his hand, and the halo that he couldn't see was completely enveloped by his thick palm.

Suddenly, he stood up suddenly, stepped over the dead corpse at his feet, and walked slowly but surely towards the mountain.

In one breath, he ran several miles away, burrowing into the depths of Jiuwei Mountain, Qin Hao finally slowly stopped, and glanced behind him, no one was chasing him, but the gray mist above his head was drifting faster and faster, covering the front of his entire field of vision.

The feeling of a mountain on his body, with his physique, he felt a great pressure, he slowly wiped the sweat on his head, and looked at the line of handwriting that appeared in front of him.

"The second phase of the mission of Qinglong Yutan has been completed!"