readx;? To be honest, Ian himself is not very sure if he can revive Esther with the concept of "toxin" alone. After all, such a concept www.biquge.info is too general. Just like the concept of "memory", if it is about a certain person or something, Ian will have a greater grasp. But if it purely refers to "memory", then in order to do this, he must know all the life of the person, so that it is possible to form a corresponding concept in his mind, so as to erase all the memories of the other person.

It's just that now that there is no other way, Ian can only take a risk and try at the moment.

After a little prayer in his heart, Ian tightened his sword tightly, turning his knowledge of the concept of "toxin" out of his mind, and gradually collating and converging its nature, symptoms, and form into a vague image. And when this general, vague image was completely formed in his mind, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly swung his long sword.

The gray-white iron sword was dyed with a blurry color at this moment, and the entire substantive sword body seemed to become illusory. It silently slashed past Esther's body, and amazingly, everyone watched as the sword slashed across Esther's body from top to bottom. But Esther and the wooden bed under her were unscathed, and there was no trace of breakage, as if the blade in Ian's hand was just a phantom of the truncated sword, with no physical form at all, just a coaxing thing. s

However, Harris knew that this was not the case, and he frowned, realizing that the kid in front of him had probably crossed a certain line. For the Sword Saint, he had not only heard of it, but also seen one with his own eyes. The opponent's swordsmanship is above this kid, but in terms of sword intent, I'm afraid it's even weaker than that.

The sword intent is not a complete mental image, there is something incredible, but it is impossible to change the essence of reality after all. But right now, Yelena's son has done just that. Others may not know what this means, but he knows that this is a break with common sense, and may lead mortals to find the path of the Sage.

"This kid may be a great figure in the future, and it is not good to say that he will open up a path for mortals. Harris muttered inwardly, and his gaze at Ian suddenly became a little more inexplicable.

Of course, if Ian knew that Harris would make such an association and make such a high parity with him just because of his own sword, he would definitely be extremely embarrassed. Because he knows how many pounds and taels he has. The reason why he was able to achieve such an effect was completely due to the sword intent he was born with.

He was different from the other Juggernauts from the beginning. Other sword saints all strengthened their sword intent and body in turn to achieve the most ideal state of coordination, but he had too strong sword intent from the beginning, even if he had exercised so far, his physical strength still couldn't let him explore the bottom line of that sword intent. So, when he slashed that sword, he only knew that he should be able to do it, but he didn't know why he could do it.

But fortunately, at this moment, he did not notice Harris, but looked at Esther's face intently, wondering if his sword had worked, and whether he could erase the poison of the soul.

Time passed quietly, and the man lying on the bed still didn't make any sound. After waiting in silence for a long time, the three exchanged a few glances with each other, and they all seemed to have seen the disappointment in each other's eyes.

"Failed?" muttered Ian. Although he knew from the beginning that success was unlikely, when the end really came, he was still a little disappointed in his heart. And just as he sighed softly and wanted to turn his head, suddenly in the perception of his consciousness, he found that Esther's brow seemed to be slightly wrinkled.

"This is," the three let out a soft cry almost at the same time. For for only a moment, Esther's frown grew wider, and at the same time, a look of pain and anger appeared on her face. He still couldn't open his eyes, but he opened his mouth as much as he could, making extremely small sounds, as if trying to do his best to convey something to others.

"What do you want to tell us?" Harris, who was nearby, leaned over and leaned in, trying to hear as much as he could about what the other was trying to convey. Then, unconscious whispers rang in his ears.

"Traitor, traitor, traitor"

"What did he say?" Ian couldn't help but take a step forward. Esther in front of him was obviously still delirious, but even so, he was afraid that his words would hide clues that were enough to break through the puzzle.

"He said traitor. Harris straightened up and turned his head in reply.

Traitor?

Ian was slightly stunned and frowned.

Are there any traitors in the investigation team, any members of the Black Balance Society? The thought flashed through his mind, but he felt that it didn't make sense. And just as he was deep in thought, Harris turned his head to look at Yelena and said with a regretful expression, "Yelena, it seems that we don't have to think about sleeping tonight, I need you to tell me everything that has happened in the Northern Regions recently." ”

"Master, do you really plan to stay here until the end? ”

In the dimly lit room, Colby looked at the man with his back to him, a slight look of worry in his eyes.

"You don't understand" There was a hint of melancholy and confusion in the mysterious man's words: "I must watch this city come to an end." ”

"But," Calby was about to persuade again, but his master suddenly turned around. A majestic and indisobedient gaze suddenly pressed over, making him stop his words and bow his body.

"You don't need to worry about my safety. I want to stay for a reason. All you have to do is do one last thing and disappear from the Northlands once and for all. Speaking of this, he deliberately accentuated his tone: "Understood?"

"Yes, my subordinates understand. Colby lowered his head a few more moments and slowly exited the room.

"It's over, the Northern Regions is over," the mysterious man's voice gradually echoed in the room where he was alone, "You guys are indeed very good, and you can find so many things. But you've been so long in the illusory tranquility that you've forgotten what the city was like in the first place. ”

"It's too late, it's too late, you've wasted too much time with Asathys, so even if you realize your mistake now, you won't have that time to make amends."