The broken sword pierced through the giant's body, pierced the giant's heart, and also passed through Wen Zhong's body. After all, the telekinetic barrier still had some effect, and the direction of the broken sword was deflected, and it finally passed through Wen Zhong's collarbone.

The severe pain made Wen Zhong, who had long since run out of oil, unable to maintain the output of his telekinesis, and the huge black giant collapsed like this.

With the disintegration of countless fragments, Wen Zhong and the little girl fell to the ground. Wen Zhong's head was splitting and he barely managed to get up. When he looked up, he saw that the ground was devastated. In the midst of this fierce battle, the snow-capped mountains have long been razed to the ground. The terrain that was replenished again was also reduced to pieces under the ravages of the recycled pillars of light and the red pillars of light.

The land is mottled and darkened. The land where Wen Zhong and the little girl are located is more like an island suspended in darkness, as if they are experiencing the end of the world.

A shadow loomed over Wen Zhong, the sanctioner from the Absolute Second Sickness of the Free City. The old man condescendingly looked at the half-crippled Chosen One, and finally showed the smile that a righteous person should have on his face again and said: "Evil is invincible, Chosen One, you will still be sanctioned after all!" ”

A chilling sword intent rose from the old man's body, and the broken sword that had already flown far away had returned to the old man's back again after making a big circle. The giant long sword that had just disappeared appeared behind the old man, and the old man's face said gloomily: "Farewell, Chosen One!" ”

In the face of impending death, Wen Zhong did not have the tense expression he had before, and laughed loosely and arrogantly. Therefore, in the late stage of secondary two disease, people who are unable to face imminent death but laugh loudly. The old man looked at Wen Zhong, who was laughing wildly, with a gloomy face: "What are you laughing at?" ”

Wen Zhong did not answer the old man's words, but beckoned to the little girl who was hiding on the side. At this time, Wen Zhong's whole body was up, only his eyes were not covered by black objects, and his appearance looked hideous and terrifying. The little girl hesitated, but walked over.

I saw that Wen Zhong barely showed a smile, but it was even more hideous under the cover of black objects, which scared the little girl back a step. Wen Zhong pointed behind the old man and said, "Don't you want to get your memories back?" Your memories are in that sea of red, and you can find them when you go inside! ”

The old man was not in the mood to consider why the intelligent body next to the Chosen One was reacting, but looked behind him with a frightened expression. I don't know when, the Red Devil Blood Sea has already appeared behind him! A big wave slapped at the old man fiercely, and the huge long sword behind the old man stabbed fiercely behind him!

The huge long sword that looked extremely domineering, under this red wave, was completely destroyed like a paper fold! The huge waves slapped the old man the ground in front of Wen Zhong, and then slowly retreated.

Even the Lord from the City of Liberty has left only a deep mark on the earth. Wen Zhong sat down gasping for breath and gasped for a long time before standing up. The little girl leaned over very sensibly, although her face was still fearful, she still supported Wen Zhong, and walked towards the red sea of blood step by step.

This journey seemed so difficult, even with the support of the little girl, Wen Zhong still felt a headache, and his steps staggered towards the red sea of blood. Although the black things on his body stopped eroding his body, they kept circulating on Wen Zhong's body, although the amount was very small, it was faintly absorbing Wen Zhong's physical strength, adding a greater burden to him.

The little girl S raised her head and said to Wen Zhong as she moved forward, "We... Will you be able to survive? ”

Wen Zhong hesitated, but did not delay for too long, looking at the sea of red blood that was getting closer and closer, the only remaining eyes curved a slight arc, and he wanted to touch the girl's head with his hand, but he still put it down: "Have confidence in yourself, your five grandfathers have never lost confidence in you, you have to believe that you will be able to get back your own!" ”

In the distance, the sea of red blood seemed to have sensed that the last two living people in this area were moving towards them, overwhelmingly surging towards the two people. The breath brought by the sea of red blood blew away the hair on the little girl's forehead, and she couldn't help but hide behind Wen Zhong with some fear.

But at this moment, the chilling sword intent behind the two rushed out from the mark on the ground. A middle-aged man flew up from the mark, most of his body had many wounds, and fragments kept flying out of the wounds. The middle-aged man looked at Wen Zhong and roared angrily, despite the fact that his face was also dropping fragments: "Old man! Not defeated yet! ”

Looking at the appearance of this old man, he was like a goat's head, completely absorbing useless data into the core and burning. This middle-aged man is the strongest form of the sick old man in the middle school.

Wen Zhong glanced at the old man behind him, patted the little girl's shoulder and said, "Go!" Your memory is in this sea of blood, find her, find yourself! ”

The little girl still looked at the red sea of blood with some fear, but when she saw Wen Zhong's eyes full of trust, she finally let go of the hand that was holding Wen Zhong and walked towards the red sea of blood in front of her. The red sea of blood did not decompose the little girl as it did with the hungry ghost sea, but gently rippled and let the little girl walk in.

Wen Zhong watched the little girl disappear into the sea of red blood, and this time he turned around... But a short sword had already pierced his abdomen, piercing him through the stomach. The furious Sanctioner from the Free City didn't even need the sword, which looked very chic and elegant, and rushed forward with the broken sword.

Seeing Wen Zhong open his mouth, he couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood, but the black substance in front of his mouth turned into a pile of viscous black liquid and sprayed on the middle-aged man's body. The viscous liquid vengeance on the middle-aged man's robe instantly began to corrode his body.

The middle-aged man's face changed, and he quickly divided the contaminated data, and the segmented data was thrown to the ground with a loud sound, and soon turned into a piece of shards and flew into the sky. The middle-aged man wanted to pull out the broken sword, but was held down by Wen Zhong, and a trace of fear suddenly flashed in his eyes, because he saw that in the only remaining eye of the Chosen One, it flickered... Crazy.

The middle-aged man asked with a trembling voice, "You... You... You monster! ”

Wen Zhong didn't answer him, his only remaining eyes became brighter and brighter, but he grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and refused to let go. The middle-aged man finally realized that something was wrong, turned his head to look, and saw that the pillar of light had already appeared behind the two of them when they were fighting!

"Crazy! Let it go! The middle-aged man tried hard to break free, but Wen Zhong's hand was as firm as an iron tong. The middle-aged man panicked and wanted to frantically launch any attack he could use at Wen Zhong, but Wen Zhong smashed a punch into his face.

Wen Zhong gasped and wanted to swing his fist again, but this punch completely woke up the middle-aged man. Although he was smashed miserably by the sea of red blood, his strength was still far above the Chosen One, and a chilling sword qi instantly pierced Wen Zhong's abdomen, expanding the wound caused by the broken sword again, and the middle-aged man also took advantage of the situation to pull out the broken sword.

Wen Zhong squirted out a mouthful of black viscous liquid again, and the middle-aged man was about to run past Wen Zhong in the direction of the red devil, and he had clearly seen the scene of the little girl disappearing into the sea of red blood. But Wen Zhong pounced violently, ignoring the blood and tears in his eyes, he used his last mental power to forcibly hug the middle-aged man from behind, and dragged him step by step towards the pillar of recovered light behind him.

"Wen Zhong... What do you want!? The mountain ghost asked in a trilled voice.

"Let's go, mountain ghost! Get out of my body, I won't let this old ghost bother Olivia! Wen Zhong gasped for heavy breath and stepped back step by step.

The middle-aged man struggled frantically, but he was never able to reach Wen Zhong behind him, and the closer he got to the recovery light pillar, the more panicked he became: "You monster! Let go of me! Do you want to die!? Let me go! Let go of me! ”

His dying wail was finally answered, and it was Moon Zhong's arrogant laughter.

The mountain ghost floated alone in the air, watching Wen Zhong hold the middle-aged man and completely retreat into the recovery pillar of light! As debris rises... The mountain ghost clenched his fists and gritted his teeth...

...

The real world

When Anne woke up from the nightmare, it was close to noon, and she looked at the access device on the other side of the bedroom with some uneasiness, and the indicator light on it had gone out for some time...