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A crow quacked over the sword flat.

Blood and white pulp filled the entire iron box, and this red-and-white oil painting drew a strong end to Jia Renwu's century-long career and life of the "little prince with thorns".

The elongated spikes on the iron armor on Jia Renwu's body stopped the moment they pierced Songming's flesh.

Songming is not a murderous person, he cherishes every living thing in the world, and he is even more afraid of the never-ending troubles caused by killing people themselves, especially since this person is also a teacher who teaches and educates.

But all he could do now was silence, because with his current strength, he couldn't open up a situation where he could survive at the same time when he fought against the master of the Tribulation Realm, so he didn't miss, but-

Heavy hand killed Jia Renwu.

This scene shook everyone at the scene, all the people, from reporters to officials, from civilians to Liangchen, from disciples to deans, but unfortunately, the light and sound signal of the live broadcast of the whole galaxy was cut off before the bloody scene occurred, and it failed to let the world appreciate Songming's English ability in the first time.

Although in modern Xingchen Chinese, English has long degenerated into naming terms or scientific markers, and there is no essential difference between them and Arabic numerals, but legend has it that at the beginning, English was -

Hero's words.

At this moment, Song Ming knelt on one knee, his body was scarred, drenched in blood, his qi was about to be weak, his strength was about to be exhausted, and his blood was about to dry up, but despite this, before he fell, he still tried his best to say a sentence in English, a sentence that the teacher always scolded him in English when he slept in junior high school English class:

“！”

He didn't know why he was saying this, maybe it was the only English he could speak, or maybe it was because he was a man who didn't speak very well.

It wasn't until many years later that he understood that this you did not refer to the third person Jia Renwu he killed in his life, but to this terrifying world where he had to kill people to ensure his survival, and the lofty dream that he had to kill to reach.

The battle is indelible, only the heroes stand!

Song Ming's heart was blank, and when he came to his senses, he saw a gust of wind howling, Qi Yu fell from the sky, kicked him to the ground, and stepped on his neck on his toes, until he was about to suffocate, Qi Yu raised his hand and followed a gust of palm wind, which was thrown heavily on his face:

"You're arrested."

Qi Ming, who was not far away, shook his head and turned to leave:

“.”

Song Ming closed his eyes tiredly, and the last scene he saw was Ye Lan's face with mixed emotions.

……

Far away on Jupiter's third moon.

Gilface Barbarossa was furious and smashed the big TV screen with one punch:

"Who the cut off the signal?"

……

Next.

The word Songming, replacing Ye Lan and Zhang Beiming, resounded through the dungeon.

The Songming incident also occupied the headlines of major newspapers, and the TV broadcast the candid video and the unabridged footage that flowed out afterwards in turn, and the major media continued to study Songming's monster physique, analyze the causes and consequences of the incident, and the impact on Tianzhumen, and even some bookmakers offered odds on Yue Mingsong's various penalties.

The odds of the death penalty are: 10 to 1; The odds of expulsion from the academy are: 10 to 1; There is actually a company that has a big brain, and it has opened the odds that Song Ming will become the next direct disciple: 10,000 to 1, 1 to 10,000 means -

When you put in a new dollar, you throw in a new dollar.

Back then, Dongfang Yuanai, as a direct disciple, the punishment for killing his senior brother Qi Yang was indefinite confinement, but Song Ming killed his uncle, and the probability of 10 to 1 means-

He's really going to die.

At this moment, Song Ming was locked in a small dark room in the Discipline Hall, completely isolated from the outside world.

After a night of treatment, his body was fine, and he was anxiously awaiting trial:

"I really didn't expect things to come to this point...... If it weren't for the teacher who suddenly appeared, I wouldn't have been rewarded, the world is unpredictable, the world is unpredictable, why do people always not cherish their lives? The dean was kind to me back then, so he probably wouldn't have sentenced me to death...... If I were to be sentenced to death, I would have fled for my life as soon as possible. ”

In order to advance the trial, the final of the Ten Dao Huiwu was postponed by one day.

The time of the trial was at noon, and the place was not set up in the precept hall according to the custom, but directly in the main hall, and the trial process was also broadcast live, with the dean, the elders, and all the professors of the Ten Dao participating, and among the disciples, in addition to Qi Ming and Qi Yu, Ye Lan, as the cousin of the party, was also invited to participate.

Songming was escorted into the hall.

Looking at it, the scene was solemn like a funeral, and I couldn't help but feel nervous.

The first seat in the main hall was empty, and Lan Tingzhen was dressed in a purple robe, standing in front of him with a serious face.

He is the presiding judge of today's judgment:

"Songming, are you guilty?"

Song Ming also did not argue:

"The disciple is guilty."

Lan Tingzhen frowned slightly, and asked in a leisurely voice:

"What is the sin?"

Song Ming thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with a reason, so he only replied in a daze:

"Is it because you speak English at the college? The disciple swore that he would only say this sentence. ”

There should have been a burst of laughter, but no one dared to laugh.

Ye Lan was even more angry and frowned.

Lan Ting Zhenren stroked his beard and sighed:

"The old man once also accepted a direct disciple, his name is Gilface Mario, he is actually the second son of General Nanzhao, the younger brother of One Piece Barbarossa, if he is still practicing in the door, I am afraid that his cultivation has surpassed the old man."

There was an uproar in the main hall.

The people present, including Xuan Yue, only knew that the former direct disciple Ma Ao was the disciple of the past, but they didn't want to think that this person was actually the second son of the general!

Song Ming was shocked and speechless, compared to others, he only knew in advance that Mario was Mario, but he never expected this guy to have such an identity, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

There is no normal person in this family of three!

Lan Ting's real stroking beard wanders:

"Despite this, he was expelled from the academy by the old man himself, do you know why?"

Despite the shock in his heart, Song Ming still had a weightless expression:

"Sokoban playing?"

Lan Ting's real robe sleeves waved:

"Idiot! Because he did it to Elder Luo Yun, although it was Senior Brother Luo Yun's hand that made the first move, but the elders beat the juniors, that is to educate you, will it really kill you and cripple you? ”

Song Ming shook his head helplessly:

"What the dean means is that scum can't be elders?"

Song Ming is a man who can't speak, but there is nothing wrong with the logic of the sentence itself.

Luo Yun's face was cold when he heard this, and he slapped his palm on the chair, he was the only son of Luo Hongda, the head of the previous generation, even in today's samurai academy, he is still in a high position, under one person, above a thousand people.

Even Lan Ting Zhenren respected him for three points:

"Senior brother is angry."

Lan Ting Zhenren turned to question Song Ming:

"Even if you don't believe in Uncle Jia Renwu's kindness, don't you still believe that the old man and the two elders on the spot, we will let Jia Renwu kill you?"

Song Ming touched it in his arms, but unfortunately a bundle of spirit grass in his arms had been confiscated, and his mouth suddenly felt tasteless:

"It's human instinct to hold your life in your own hands, and if it's urgent, there's still time for Mao to think about it...... Don't talk about this, what the disciple actually wants to ask is what - who is better Mario or the sword elder? ”

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