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I found out that there was an extra hit, add a sentence, thank you for the reward of the brothers in the world with a smile!

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Yan Jiu came out of the tent, his face was haggard, in the east, the morning sun was rising, but there was no hope in his eyes.

He had lived half his life, but now he was just a poor man with no choice.

With the cone in his hand, Yan Jiu could feel the temperature on the cone, this weapon had been transferred to the world with him, and the temperature on it was the only temperature in the world that could make him feel at ease, but now this temperature seems to have a tendency to collapse.

He has been a dog for three years.

The older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous he becomes, since he was robbed of his soul and planted a servant contract, Yan Jiu has long given up his dignity as a human being, and now he just wants to live as a dog.

It's just that people who have never been a dog can never imagine the bitterness of being a dog.

Yan Jiu's mission this time is to protect a woman, a woman named Jiao Wushuang, this woman is his master's favorite disciple, if this woman is a little dissatisfied with him, then he can't even ask for death.

Such a woman who is important to him, it stands to reason that Yan Jiu should follow suit, even if the woman goes to the toilet, he should stand at the door and smell the stench, but, unfortunately, he lost the woman.

And all this is just because of the two words 'competition for favor'.

Yes, because there is also a dog beside that woman, a dog that Yan Jiu, who has poor martial arts, will not look at directly.

It's a pity that Yan Jiu had to admit that he lost to the dog in inviting the master to pet, and in order to get the baptism pill given by the master every month, the dog instigated the woman to avoid him.

If you can invite pets like that dog and get a few more Cleansing Pills, maybe you will have the opportunity to break through the barrier of the martial artist and step into the realm of the martial artist.

It's just that there is no if in this world, that is, to let go of dignity and be a dog in order to live, but Yan Jiu can't be a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy after all.

Under the morning sun, Yan Jiu suddenly saw a figure in his eyes rushing towards him.

As the figure approached, Yan Jiu suddenly had an angry look on his face, but the figure was not another dog.

The figure spiraled up, and Yan Jiu flew above the man's head like a wild goose, and did not land, reaching out to pick up the man's back collar, but like a bird of prey circling again, a turn has returned to the tent entrance.

Throwing this person to the ground, Yan Jiu's eyes showed murderous intent, this person is not dead, he wants to come this month and never think that he can get the Washing God Pill.

Yan Jiu is not a person who knows how to invite pets, but he is the kind of person who likes to do things in the most direct way, and the cone in his hand is already clenched.

Yan Jiu's cloud-breaking strength was also a famous stunt, and it didn't take too much effort to kill the person in front of him with the cone pierced by the cloud-breaking energy, Yan Jiu had already raised the cone, but, before he could stab it, the man had already shouted out a sentence that made Yan Jiu's heart break.

"Jiao Wushuang was killed, and Lord An Zaijie's favorite disciple was killed."

The man screamed, Yan Jiu's movements stiffened, his eyes widened, his sockets were almost cracked, suddenly, a cone suddenly stabbed out to the side, and the fierce qi shot out, like an invisible cone breaking through the air, and suddenly blasted a boulder three or four meters high several meters away into pieces.

Venting the depression in his heart, Yan Jiuyi picked up the man.

"Who killed him?"

Four words, each of Yan Jiu gritted his teeth, and Jiao Wushuang's death undoubtedly meant that his Yan Jiu's life had also come to an end.

An Zaijie's subordinates will never lack a Yan Jiu, the most beloved disciple was killed, and the brutal and unkind An Zaijie will definitely anger Yan Jiu who came out with Jiao Wushuang, and was robbed of the soul and planted a slave contract, and Yan Jiu will never escape An Zaijie's hands.

He categorically had to die, but before he died, Yan Jiu was never willing to let go of the person who had killed him.

This is the reason why Ni Ruo came to Yan Jiu, although they were the opposite sides who wanted each other to die immediately, but when they both fell into a certain death, they finally had a little common language and pursuit.

Spiritual depth, system space, Luobei finally opened up the first training ground, that purple electric swordsmanship he has been proficient to any time, any place, any situation can be used freely, only in terms of moves, this set of swordsmanship in Luobei has been practiced.

Thanks to the spiritual power that the system burned, Luo Bei finally practiced this set of swordsmanship to the extreme, and the next thing was when the second training ground opened.

The most profound thing about the martial arts in this world is not to master the moves, but to master the meaning of them and control the original origin of the martial arts.

The world in front of him is changing, and Luobei finally enters the scene where I don't know whether the ancient world or the future, and I don't know whether the earth or this world is simulated, the lively street, the walking people are wearing long coats, and the hairpin is erected on the top of Ni Ruo's head.

Luo Bei looked at everything in front of him and was slightly stunned.

"Brother, there is still unfinished business."

Beside him, a deep voice suddenly sounded, Luo Bei woke up in shock, he turned his head to look, but next to him was a strong middle-aged man.

This man looked to be in his thirties, his face was full of fierceness, and he hung a long sword at his waist, although he had not made any movements, but just standing at random gave people the feeling of sword aura.

This is a swordsman of the utmost absolute.

Luo Bei felt a sigh of emotion in his heart, but there was a memory floating up, but it was a strange memory, however, although the memory was unfamiliar, Luo Bei naturally accepted it all, and he didn't feel inappropriate at all.

But they went to repay the kindness of one man, and to kill one man to repay the kindness of another.

Death for a confidant.

That's the case with men.

Luo Bei came back to his senses, his chest was already full of deep heroism and indignation, and he looked back at the man, the man named Nie Zheng.

"I just hate not having alcohol at this time."

Luo Bei smiled and strode towards the mansion next to the street where the remembered target was.

"Yes, good brother."

Behind him, there was a hearty laughter, Nie Zheng had already crossed Luobei, and the sky-high sword qi emanated from Nie Zheng's body, and the golden and brilliant gate of the majestic mansion was shot into a sieve by the sword qi in an instant, and flew into the mansion in tatters, and several swordsmen guarding the door of the mansion drew their swords and howled at Luo Bei and Nie Zheng.

"Good brother, I know that you have been hungry for my swordsmanship for a long time, and now I will see that my brother only shows this sword to you."

In the mansion, many swordsmen rushed out, Nie Zheng's voice suddenly sounded loudly, and when the words fell, Nie Zheng's whole person had jumped into those swordsmen, and a sword overflowing with cold light spread out in an instant.

There are no superfluous moves, every move is a thorn, but this thorn seems to be different from the purple electric swordsmanship used by Luobei.

"This sword is enlightened from the rising sun, how fast the light is, how fast the sword is, good brother, when you need to know, the light does not think."

Indifferent words, the sword has disappeared, it seems that there is really only a light left around Nie Zheng, Luo Bei forgot where he was for a while, his thoughts and everything disappeared, only to feel that there was only a light flying around him in his consciousness, only purple light, but no sword.

"Okay, good brother, let's look at this last move, Bai Hongguan said."

Suddenly, the light became eternal, the whole world disappeared, and even the light around Luo Bei also disappeared, and only the light in front of Nie Zheng became the only existence in the world.

Luo Bei looked at the light, as if he had an understanding, but also seemed to be at a loss, suddenly, his head swelled violently, and the whole world began to disappear, light, darkness, all gone.

In the faint moment, a little light appeared, and Luo Bei gasped desperately.

"Congratulations to the user for mastering the sword intent of the Purple Electric Sword Technique."

The sound of no veneer sounded, Luo Bei suddenly turned over, and got up, he almost threw himself in front of the computer screen, however, at this time, except for the most basic scene of the two training grounds on the computer screen, there was anything abnormal.

"Bai Hongguan said, that light, nothing, what is that."

Luo Bei roared loudly, his mind was already clear at this time, but the purple electric sword technique sword intent presented in his mind was just the comprehension that he forgot all the time and only had a little light flying around him, but it was not the stunt that Nie Zheng used in the end, which can be called the discoloration of heaven and earth.

"Bai Hongguan said, one of the peak sword intent of the assassination swordsmanship, the current spiritual power is insufficient, and the system cannot assist in comprehension."

The voice of the no veneer responded, and Luo Bei's hands clenched suddenly.

Lack of mental power, but there is only one way for him to solve it.