The vision changed to a pale gray color for a split second.

The chest was pierced by a sharp arrow in an instant.

There is no poison, no gangfeng, no magic skills, no martial arts, and the end of everything is so sudden, so ordinary, so unsuitable for the end of a hero.

The moment the sharp arrow pierced his heart, Wang Zheng didn't believe it and refused to admit it. "How is it possible? I'm a man with the main god space!" such a roar exploded from the bottom of my heart, but it never reached the throat position.

He couldn't understand why the Breath Extinguishing Arrow could penetrate the Shield of Faith, and why the protagonist's aura didn't work at all against the dark green man below. What he couldn't understand even more was why the system would suddenly deprive him of his "Free Return to the City" skill, and why it would suddenly kick him out of the main god space.

"This can't be! This can't be! This can't be! This is absolutely impossible!" his chest heaved violently, his intact lungs churning the air, making him gasp like a cow. In the open wound on his chest, the bright red blood flowed down like a house leak, the color was too normal, too dazzling, and Du Chuanchang frowned - this thing has not seen such clean blood for several years, "the color of bright red like the first time a girl", which made him a little unaccustomed to it.

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!" Wang Zheng's limbs gradually strengthened, but the sensations in his hands and feet told him that he was gradually relaxing. The blood was still flowing like that. He persevered, gritting his teeth and holding on unyieldingly, but still unable to resist gravity, the black and red Spider-Man suit on his body suddenly disintegrated at this moment, turning into a small golden point of light like a data stream and disappearing, and he himself lost the climbing ability given by this exchange suit, and fell directly from the high beam. Embarrassed and helpless, he fell to the ground hard.

His face landed first, and then his chest slammed to the ground, knocking the arrow through his back, forming a small bright red fountain. He lay on the ground and greeted death as a complete loser.

"It can't be...... It is impossible to return to the city for free...... "At the end of his life, Wang Zheng still felt that the world was suddenly full of impossibility, and the shield of faith could not be so fragile, because it was clearly written in the introduction that it was "invincible", and it was impossible for the free city to suddenly fail, because the introduction made it clear that it was the "last hole card" , and especially unlikely, that is, he Wang Zheng can't just die like a little minion, die in this unknown little copy, die under this unknown broken arrow, he is the protagonist, he is the only strongest crazy and cool hero in this world, he is the savior who moves forward bravely, Long Aotian who has no brains to step on the enemy's face, how could Long Aotian die?

However, everything impossible happened in reality, he didn't step on other people's faces, but he was stomped on one side of his cheek by Du Chuanchang, who looked like he was a nameless passerby, with the sole of his shoe, and the other side was buried deep in the sand, everything about Long Aotian, about the Crystal Palace, about the crazy and cool hanging items, skills, dependence, and hole cards all disappeared at this moment, he was removed from the main god space, there was no free return to the city, no exchange store, no system interface, he died like a stinky salted fish without a sense of shock。

"I'm the protagonist, I'm the protagonist! Do you know what the protagonist is? Stinky God!" His last consciousness was just such a thought full of unwillingness, his soul was completely dissipated, and his corpse would probably be used by the Poison Dragon Sect to refine some elixir.

"Back to the city? When the corpse completely cooled down, Du Chuanchang moved his feet away, looked at the corpse with bulging eyeballs condescendingly, and poured a precious third of a second of attention. Then he looked away completely, he would never know why this little deflated San shouted three times "Go back to the city!" before he died, and he would never know that the seemingly flawless group mentally handicapped aura had the fatal flaw that would completely disappear when killed by enemy generals. The only thing that Du Chuanchang could feel a little bit was that this guy had perfect, and even somewhat invincible combat ability before he was shot by the Qi Extinguishing Arrow, and killed him, Du Chuanchang felt a little bit of smugness.

Another Long Aotian fell, but no one mourned for their death for a second, maybe there are still legends in other universes about their crazy and cool hanging sky, but here, reality is reality after all, Long Aotian is not wrong, everything is the fault of their "omniscient and omnipotent, perfect" ability. Yinchen is such a rebellious guy, and he also has the weakness of not being trapped and locked, not alchemy, and not permanently enchanted, and people with weaknesses, especially those with weaknesses in combat ability, are the ones who are recognized by this heaven and earth, normal people.

......

Du Wuxin had already predicted the result before he sent out that graceful and vicious violent poison touch fist, Zhao Yuheng, a gentleman from the Chongwang Mansion, would become the best material for killing chickens and monkeys. She stabbed her left fist and slammed it straight to the point, and in less than a second, all trouble was no longer a problem.

Little did she know, however, that there was one person in the fleeing procession who was more ingenious than her.

No matter how poisonous Du Wuxin is, she is always a fourteen or fifteen-year-old delicate little girl, her virginity is not broken, and she can't compare with the real clever and fickle women in this world, the city is dark, indifferent and ruthless, and acts when the opportunity arises.

She didn't know that among the people in front of her who had to deal with the team, there was really such a scheming woman who would never blink an eye when she betrayed her teammates.

At the moment when she punched, Wang Yurou had already seen through her thoughts, and also saw through all her back moves, and in that short moment of less than a tenth of a second, she came up with a foolproof plan to protect the handsome and ensure that Zhao Yuheng could escape with his life.

Du Wuxin's poison is the poison of his fists and feet, and Wang Yurou's poison is the poison of scheming.

At that moment of lightning, Wang Yurou, who was obviously behind Zhao Feiliu and on Zhao Yuheng's side, let out a sharp and piercing scream like a bat to express the fear in his heart, as if subconsciously, instinctively, "without going through the brain", he would suddenly stop his body, and the hope in his heart was quickly frozen into a desperate Zhao Feiliu, who suddenly staggered to the side.

Including Du Wuxin, including Zhao Feiliu himself, everyone felt that this push was purely unintentional, only Wang Yurou knew that this push was calculated.

The strength she used was so just right, just enough for Zhao Feiliu to block half of Zhao Yuheng's body, and just for Zhao Feiliu to lean forward slightly, placing the position of her heart on the path that Du Wuxin attacked.

So after Du Wuxin punched, all he got was a huge burst of horror and remorse.

Poof!

The cat's claw-like fist stab accurately pierced into Zhao Feiliu's heart. At that moment, the fleeing people stopped, the chasing people stopped, the interceptors stopped, and the people who were secretly spying also stopped.

The first second, which stands still, seems to be the only time itself that flows, and everything else seems to have been forbidden. Du Wuxin's Violent Poison Touch Fist follow-up moves could no longer be used, she stared at the big dark green eyes, and stared blankly at the young king who had received a fatal blow.

"How...... Maybe?" she muttered softly, no disbelief in her tone, only a monstrous panic. If you fail, you will have a second chance, but if you do something for the leader of the slaves in Jianzhou, once you fail, you will usher in the punishment of complete depravity.

Du Wuxin stared at Zhao Feiliu blankly, neither attacking nor defending, and he didn't even notice that Zhao Feiliu raised a hand containing Gangfeng with all his might. At that moment, the first thing she thought of was the various filths between the Beiren and the Poison Dragon Sect, which was full of the most dangerous agreement, that is, in the process of cooperation, as long as the disciple of the Poison Dragon Sect messed up, this disciple would voluntarily go to the Eight Banners of Jianzhou to be a slave.

Du Wuxin didn't know how the slaves in Jianzhou pinched the handle of the sect leader Harrow, and she didn't know what interests the high-level people were compromising and retreating for what interests, she only knew that as a demon, she was only allowed to succeed and not fail in her life, because failure was death, and it was a slave contract that would never turn over, but the problem was that at this time, she was doing something that seemed very important to the northerners, and she even messed up a small half of the purpose of the northerners' labor expedition to the secret realm of the East China Sea.

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl has never experienced anything, has not learned the erosion and dirtiness of the adult world, and is too immature to bear too much torture. Thinking that he would be forced to be a "slave girl" in the future, Du Wuxin's small body couldn't help but tremble. She wanted to cry, but this poor and hateful little girl, who had been in the Poison Dragon Sect for so long, had forgotten how tears flowed.

"Lord Wang!!" Zhao Yuheng's scream summoned everyone back to reality, and the almost static time seemed to start running at the same speed again. At this time, Zhao Feiliu fell backwards under the impact of his fist, and fell into Zhao Yuheng's arms very smoothly.

"Lord Wang! Lord Wang! hold on! Lord Wang!" Zhao Yuheng shouted, tears actually flowing down at this time. The man can't take care of whether he is kissed or not, and he can't take care of his position, camp, and the relationship with the prince of the king, etc., at this time, he just wants to hug this man who has had a life and death experience with him.

"Lord, hold on! In a little while, we will be able to get out of trouble with a little distance! Hold on! I will be able to find a way to save you if we get out of trouble!" Zhao Yuheng shook Zhao Feiliu slightly eagerly while shedding tears, but he only felt that Zhao Feiliu's body was getting colder and heavier.

Bright red blood flowed out of the wound, like a miniature model of a waterfall, but after less than two seconds, the blood that flowed out had already turned into yellow-green pus. Heart-piercing injuries are fatal and have nothing to do with the presence or absence of poison.

Du Wuxin was completely stunned, and the retinue of the Shinlomon quietly dispersed at the moment of Zhao Feiliu's assassination, preparing for the mansion to fall and fly separately, while the disciples of the Poisonous Dragon Sect who followed behind them lit up their wolf-like greedy and bloodthirsty eyes one by one, and dispersed, preparing for an exciting hunting blood feast.

In the center of the wide sandy dirt road, only Zhao Yuheng hugged Zhao Feiliu tightly and never gave up, and only three delicate girls from Baihuayuan set up three talents to guard desperately. The ups and downs of the world at this moment do not need additional explanations.

"Yuheng ......" Zhao Feiliu only began to respond to the prince of Chongwang who would never abandon him at this time, and in the few seconds before, he was not completely stupid, but quickly reviewed his life. Usually, he is surrounded by a circle of false righteousness, relying on his identity as a prince, writing some poisonous chicken soup articles full of negative energy, like a keyboard warrior in the civilized world cynically slandering the whole world, in his heart, he is still very proud of his "sobriety" and "keenness", but at the moment of death, looking back on his life full of humiliation, indifference, isolation and scolding, Huo Ran realized that his life in the past 20 years is nothing but a pure white nothingness.

"Yu Heng, take this, avenge this king! What is the true king and the king, they are all the kings of the southern country, and they are inseparable from the northerners......" Zhao Feiliu's young and cynical eyes flowed through the complicated void, as if countless thoughts had passed in an instant, but no thoughts had been formed. He knew that he was going to die, he knew that the person he really hated was the Emperor of the Southern Kingdom, the Hou Party, and the likes of Mingquan, and he also knew that he was very unwilling, aggrieved, and incompetent to die like this, but he didn't care about any of this, he just asked Zhao Yuheng to take revenge, and even used secret techniques to make the sword of the inferior Xuanqi that could only follow him successfully become Zhao Yuheng's divine weapon.

Was he righteous and awe-inspiring? Did he repent before he died? Did he finally see that the struggle within the southern kingdom was nothing but floating clouds, and the real enemies were the northerners? No, he didn't, and before he died, he still maintained a false righteous acting skills and still carried out the great work of "destroying people tirelessly." The task he entrusted on his deathbed was glamorous, and no one could find fault with it, but the problem was that Zhao Feiliu, who had a vicious eye, entrusted the task of finding revenge from the northerners to a person who was most unlikely to complete this task.

The solemn mission, entrusted to non-people, this is not the sorrow of a fallen prince like Zhao Feiliu, but the scheming of a person like him who likes to use a big hat to buckle people. In the few tens of seconds when he was about to die, he still tried his best to harm the southern royal family and his blood relatives, and he asked Zhao Yuheng to avenge himself, in fact, he just wanted to kill Zhao Yuheng. [.]