The blade tore through his skin, the stinging pain between his muscles and bones was deeply transmitted in his mind, but his body was completely uncontrollable, and he knew that the next moment the sword would pierce his chest, and the fiery beating heart would be taken out and placed in the skeleton's arms.

He began to understand why he had come here step by step, not that Rohmin wanted to destroy the myth, but that everyone guessed wrong, it was that man wanted to create a myth. Fengshen is a moment to create a myth, and Cha Wenbin is a gift, a sacrifice! Now that this sacrifice is about to be put alive, the unintentional Bigan will gain a regenerate heart, and he will pay with his life.

At that moment, his desire to survive has never been so full as it is now, his wife, son and friends, no one wants to die, he is the same, once Cha Wenbin thought that he was a person who could face death calmly, but at this moment he denied it, there were still too many things to do for him, he couldn't just leave.

I don't know if the desire to survive has worked, the tip of the knife stopped at the moment of resistance, he tried hard to pull it out, he wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with a rag, and the roaring sound was in his throat, it was a breath, as long as this breath could come out, he could break through the shackles. His face flushed, his muscles began to twist, and his trembling eyes were full of swirling tears.

"Huh?" The voice seemed to be a little unbelievable at the stalemate of the scene in front of him, no one had ever been able to resist his ability, and in the haze, Cha Wenbin saw a figure, the face of that person was not clear, as if it was shrouded in a golden color, and the body was a hazy green.

The voice in his head kept shouting, you can't die, you have to live, but in addition to the sword not continuing to insert it in, he also has no ability to pull it out, the blood is still flowing, and if he continues to stalemate like this, I am afraid that he will die in the end. Is it really going to be explained here?

I don't know if it's because of numbness, he can't feel the pain little by little, only the hazy shadow keeps walking back and forth in front of him, who is this person? Suddenly, the figure waved his hand, Cha Wenbin instantly felt that the power was gone, and the arm that had been working hard pulled out the Seven Star Sword, he didn't care if he broke through any shackles or not, looking at the skeleton that was close at hand, he turned around and swung a sword.

With a "snap", the skeleton was hit, and the bones that had been decaying for thousands of years could withstand this powerful blow. The upper half of his body was shattered, and the next sword continued, like a prisoner at the end of the road, brandishing the sword in his hand frantically, thinking that everything should be over after shattering this skeleton......

No matter how he struck, the shadow was indifferent, he had changed his mind, what about the gods? He was originally a god, so why bother to pick up a myth from him that followed the Zhou era? No, he wanted more, from the time he saw that Cha Wenbin was able to resist his mind control, he finally knew who this person was, and why this person was chosen to be Jizhou again.

Cha Wenbin is still slashing, he doesn't care whether this skeleton is the legendary Bigan in history, even if it is, then I'm sorry, you missed the year, you can't exchange my life for the mistakes caused by others, this is not fair. He chopped, killed, roared, and all the suppressed feelings erupted at this moment, until the arm was no longer strong enough to raise again, until the skeleton could no longer see the prototype, and the voice behind him actually laughed, laughing so brightly.

Slowly, he turned away, half-bent over, the blood on his chest had made his clothes stick together, and when he turned around, he saw a man. This is a man of nearly thirty years old, combing his hair in a bun, with long black hair, he is wearing a simple but luxurious green cicada coat, from his thin face and slightly sunken eyes, Cha Wenbin seems to see his own shadow, why does this person look so similar to himself? In addition to clothes, in addition to this age, in addition to the hairstyle and beard, aren't his facial features the same self he sees in the mirror every day?

He shook his head vigorously, thinking to himself that he must have hallucinated from excessive bleeding. But in the next second, he saw the shadow flash, and he was actually lifted up on the spot, a warm big hand was attached to his chest, and the warm feeling instantly spread throughout his body. He's collapsed, he doesn't want to struggle anymore, you probably want to kill me, I don't care if you're a human or a ghost, do it......

With a "bell", the seven-star sword fell to the ground, and he slowly closed his eyes, really powerless to resist.

"This sword is not used like this." After a long time, when Cha Wenbin heard this voice, he was already sitting on the chair, and when he opened his eyes to find that he was still alive, only two of the torches around him had been extinguished. Following the voice, as soon as he turned around, the man was facing away from him, holding the seven-star sword in his hand, and under the wanton dancing, Cha Wenbin seemed to see three figures split apart from him in an instant, each holding a sword, a wreath in his left hand, and a sword in his right hand, waving quickly in that circle, and it seemed to leave a long string of golden runes, but it quickly disappeared.

In martial arts, when the swordsmanship exceeds a certain speed, the light of the sword will form a long drag, but it is only a fleeting moment, but every rune left by this person can stay for a long time, it is a kind of text that he has never seen. By the time he rubbed his eyes vigorously and opened them again, the three figures were gone, and the man was once again holding his sword with his back to him......

The man's sleeves suddenly flicked back, and the seven-star sword made a pleasant friction sound with the air, and after quickly crossing this distance, it went vertically down, and firmly pierced it an inch away from Cha Wenbin's feet......

"We'll meet again, I hope you live well......"

"You?" Cha Wenbin struggled to get up and chased after him, but the voice became more and more faint after speaking, as if it came from a long distance, and the figure disappeared almost instantly, like a ghost.

The seven-star sword on the ground that kept shaking showed that everything that happened just now was true, who was he? Cha Wenbin glanced down at his chest, the bleeding had stopped, he took a look at his clothes, and the cut skin was scabbed, and he gently touched it with his hand except for a slight itch, but the whole body was indescribably relaxed......

He thought hard about everything just now, is this person the one behind the legend behind Romon? Why did he go to such lengths to get himself here, and give up at the last minute when he saw that his plan was about to succeed? And what kind of formation is the sword dance just now, why did he say that this sword is not used like this? That man had seen him and himself just now......

Cha Wenbin rubbed his head, and it was a mess.

Dragging his heavy body, he began to walk step by step in the direction of home, he survived after all, no matter why he gave up at the last moment, at least he was still alive......

"Dick! Little white face! The fat man's lips had been torn into rags, he hadn't closed his eyes properly for several days and nights, and every time he would wake up in his sleep, he dreamed that Cha Wenbin was covered in blood, and he tried to rush in several times but was stopped again.

"It's been three days, three days!" The fat man's throat is now dumb, and he roared: "How long do you have to wait, wait any longer, Cha Ye is afraid that the corpse stinks, we can't help him, and if he dies, he has to be buried back, I don't care if you respect it or not, Lao Tzu has reached the limit anyway, let him blame me!" ”

It has been three days since Cha Wenbin entered the statue, and in the past three days, several people have been staring at the exit all the time, and any wind and grass will wake up a few people. If it weren't for Daoist Jia and Feng Qiyun who had been watching, I am afraid that the fat man would have been unable to hold back and want to go in.

Feng Qiyun still said the same sentence: "Stone, he is the master of his life, I said, if he is really gone, I am willing to bury him!" ”

A black muzzle was aimed at his head, and the fat man roared, "Let me go, or you will be buried here first!" ”

"Kill me," Feng Qiyun said without changing his face, "pull your trigger on your brother's forehead!" ”

"Stone!" Seeing that he had arrived at this field, and thinking about the words he had promised Cha Wenbin, he stepped forward and pinched the fat man's gun: "You are all still young, I brought you here with me, I will take you out alive, don't fight, let me go in and have a look, if he is still alive, I will take him out, if he dies, I will also carry him back, the deadline is one day." ”

turned around, he walked away without looking back, the drooping old back made the fat man and Feng Qiyun lose the reason to argue anymore, and Cha Wenbin was still suffering from blood and sword at that moment.