Well?

Both the Seven Flails and Charmilles were stunned, staring blankly at the man and wondering what he wanted to do.

Grass Pheasant Jing was silent, all the killing intent and tyranny slowly subsided, the red flame on his body swayed slightly, and there was a feeling that it was about to be extinguished, but the breath became deeper.

"Of course, they don't really die at your hands, and you don't need to feel too guilty.." The man seemed to begin to comfort Pheasant Kyo, but in fact the degree of viciousness deepened, "Although your decision determines their fate."

"It's better to blame them.."

The man suddenly raised his voice, and his smile became brighter: "These evil and despicable snakes have ruined everything... Kill them, and you'll be avenging everyone.."

When the Seven Flails Society and Shamilles heard this, their faces changed, and they were about to speak, when their eyes suddenly widened, and they couldn't help but blurt out: "Sword of the Grass Pheasant!"

The man had an extra sword in his hand for no reason, probably as long and narrow as a small arm, and the sword body was full of strange charms and patterns, and it looked unremarkable.

The man carefully studied the famous Japanese No. 1 artifact in his hand, and then threw the sword over very casually.

Seeing the flying short sword, the Seven Flails Society subconsciously wanted to pounce on it, but there was an inexplicable chill in his heart, and he turned his head to face the unwavering eyes of the grass pheasant Jing.

He still didn't move.

The dagger fell to the ground with a crunching sound.

Grass Pheasant Jing silently leaned down, picked up the short sword, and held it in his hand.

"Use this sword to kill the serpent." The man's words grew deeper and deeper, like a demagogic whisper in his ear, "They will thank you in heaven or hell."

Grass Pheasant Jing clutched the short sword tightly, this artifact that made countless Grass Pheasant people use their lives to protect one after another, it was also like a curse deeply seared into the bone marrow and blood of the Grass Pheasant Family, and it was impossible to get rid of.

If it weren't for this sword, it wouldn't have attracted the Great Serpents, the family wouldn't have perished, and if it weren't for himself, Snow wouldn't have died.

A series of huge blows made the heart of Grass Pheasant Jing's martial artist martial arts begin to undergo subtle changes, and the heart that was originally as upright and masculine as the glorious sun began to climb up with feelings of guilt, chagrin, anger, and resentment, and tightly wrapped around him like poisonous snakes and vines, and he couldn't breathe.

The aura of Grass Pheasant Jing became more and more gloomy, and now it felt like the sun had gone out.

"The Great Snake .."

Grass Pheasant Jing pronounced the name in a low voice, and slowly raised the short sword in his hand, and the gray despair quickly spread over him.

His face suddenly became hideous, but a closer look revealed that it was all painful depression.

"Click"

The short sword painted with incantations was shattered by Grass Pheasant Jing, and he stabbed the remaining half of the short sword into his heart.

"If the fate of the Grass Pheasant Clan is like this, then let the whole world be buried together."

Grass Pheasant Kyo roared in pain, blood wetting his chest and dripping frantically down the hilt of his sword.

Seeing this scene, the Seven Flails Society and Charmilles were stunned, and then there was a huge ecstasy in their eyes, breaking the seal, and effortlessly solving a great enemy, it was a great surprise.

At this time, the shattered short sword suddenly trembled violently, and a stream of black gas erupted from the sword body like thick oil, and an extremely depressed, tangled, and terrifying aura escaped on the field, which was a collection of evil thoughts in the world, the remnant soul of the big snake...

Somewhere in Tokyo, a young man in a blue shirt and red hair raised his head suddenly, his eyes were shining, the corners of his mouth hooked up a wild smile, his arms were opened, and the whole person slowly floated, as if to welcome something...

The black qi in the broken sword was still gushing out, more and more, Grass Pheasant Jing knelt on the ground, his mouth made a painful sound, the blood of the Grass Pheasant in his body collided violently with this fateful curse, the vitality continued to flow, his face was extremely gray, and he was almost dying.

The escaping evil thoughts and black qi gathered, faintly outlining a huge and hideous terrifying phantom.

The Seven Flails and Charmilles looked excited, their eyes staring feverishly at the terrifying black phantom.

Finally, all the black qi escaped, and Grass Pheasant Jing, like the broken sword in his chest, lost all his brilliance and fell to the ground weakly.

The black qi condensed into the appearance of a huge eight-headed snake, but only two heads could be seen clearly, and the other six were mutilated.

The serpent was much taller than the tallest building in Tokyo, and its monstrous giant roared in the sky, its giant tail swaying, and its huge body slowly floated up, as if it wanted to take off into the air.

Just as the serpent was about to fly away from the ground, a figure suddenly appeared above its head, stretched out a white and slender palm and pressed it down lightly.

Compared to the huge snake, this person was as small as a grain of sand, but a force that was even more evil and chaotic than the big snake suddenly rose up, instantly enveloping the entire world.

Under this majesty, the two heads of the serpent couldn't stop trembling, and its body gradually became blurry and chaotic, falling back little by little, and retracting into the almost dead body on the ground.

"This can't be?!"

The Seven Flails and Charmille's eyes widened sharply, their faces full of disbelief.

Of course, they saw it clearly, and it was the eyeless mysterious man who had previously induced Grass Pheasant Jing to commit suicide.

He's so strong?!

Feeling the momentum emanating from that person's body, the Seven Flails Society and Shamilles almost thought that they had returned to reincarnation and were witnessing the power of the Great Serpent in its heyday.

Even, how terrifying is it in its heyday?

At this time, the remnant soul of the big snake has completely turned into a black mist, and it is forcibly pressed by a force to wrap the grass pheasant on the ground, and the black mist penetrates into the grass pheasant Jing's mouth and nose frantically, and the original gray face of the grass pheasant Jing gradually exudes a strange look...

"No .."

The red-haired boy in the blue shirt opened his eyes, and they were full of rage.

"Who is depriving me of my remnant?!"

The furious purple flames formed a roaring python around him, and his red hair danced wildly, flying out in one direction...

The last trace of black mist was also absorbed by Grass Pheasant Jing, and at this time, he was almost like a completely changed person.

The original grass pheasant Jing had a bronze complexion, masculine and handsome eyebrows, and was a man who shone like a child of the sun, but now his complexion has become extremely pale, his strong and perfect body seems to be thinner, and the sides of his cheeks are deeply sunken.

When he opened his eyes, his eyes were white, and his black pupils narrowed to almost negligible, and the whole person looked extremely demonic.

"Damn it!"

A figure shrouded in purple flames fell from the sky, and the surging flames turned into a hideous python and blasted towards the grass pheasant on the ground.

The same furious, destructive black flames rose violently, and the two forces slammed together, disappearing without a trace.

The purple flame revealed an angry Chris, and Grass Pheasant Jing had a gloomy face.

As Carlo watched this scene, the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger...