Wu Xie looked at Wang Zanghai, his time was running out, what should he do? The outcome of this operation is another one. The two black gold knives were held in Wu Xie's hands, and they trembled slightly and let out a buzzing sound.

Wang Zanghai has seen more than once in the literature of the Wang family, the evaluation of the black gold knife by the ancestors, these two are the divine weapons that represent the supreme honor of the Zhang family, it can cut the gods on the top, and the stiff on the bottom, and no illusion or mechanism can compare to these two weapons full of anger and blood.

When Wu Xie was wearing a black coat and standing beside Wang Zanghai with two divine weapons in his hand, Wang Zanghai was in a trance and did not see Wu Xie's movements clearly, brushing and brushing, countless swords and sword shadows, and the sound of ding dong landed, symbolizing the scepter of the supreme power of the Wang family, has been decomposed into countless pieces at this moment, scattered on the ground on the side, Wang Zanghai knelt on the ground with empty eyes, Wu Xie stood silently behind him, holding only the black gold knife in both hands, and still maintained the appearance of this knife.

That way, it's all over, and the rest is up to them. Wu Xie's eyes blurred for a while, and the space around him was seriously distorted and misplaced, and the two black gold knives emitted cyan light to wrap Wu Xie's body, and in just the blink of an eye, Wu Xie disappeared into this land.

The knife on his neck was very serious, and the blood slowly oozed out, but Wu Xie couldn't feel anything anymore, and the two black gold knives were quietly inserted into the ground beside Wu Xie, like two fierce gods and evil guards, they were doing their duty to protect their masters, but this kind of protection could not keep Wu Xie's life.

There are still a few months to go, you can go to Changbai Mountain to replace the little brother, in the past ten years, all the loads on the body can be recuperated while guarding the bronze gate. I don't know if he can recognize this person as me when he sees my little brother?

Who am I? I don't seem to remember anything, ten-year covenant? Who is the little brother? What do I care about? When he was dying, Wu Xie seemed to see a very handsome boy, why did he describe it like this? Wu Xie didn't know, he just felt that when his brain was blank, a person's face clearly appeared in front of him, a face that he would never forget in his life.

The strong smell of Chinese medicine mixed with this damp strange smell stimulated Wu Xie's respiratory tract fiercely, making him hum uncomfortably, and the hot body temperature made the people guarding him anxious, but this person had nothing else to do to help Wu Xie except for wrapping countless bandages around Wu Xie's wounds and cold compresses.

"Hey! Don't have anything, don't die! The magnetic voice whispered in Wu Xie's ear repeatedly.

This sentence seemed to be like a shot in the arm, stimulating Wu Xie's brain fiercely, the familiar tone, frequency, and rhythm, Wu Xie opened his eyes vigorously, wanting to see clearly the face of the person who had been whispering to him in front of him.

Although he was dying, Wu Xie believed in his own judgment, this person was very important, and he raised his hand vigorously, wanting to touch his cheek, and the blurred shadow in front of him made him even more convinced. That dream can definitely come true.

"Little brother?" Wu Xie shouted vaguely.

"Don't move." As soon as the man grasped Wu Xie's hand, he held it carefully with both hands, looking at the person in front of him who was almost entangled in his mummy, and there was a place in his heart that was smashed hard, and a trace of sadness that could not be dissolved radiated into the surrounding air through the window of his soul.