The dragon blade clearly transmitted the smooth and gentle voice into Art's ears, and suddenly a layer of sadness was cast in Art's thoughts, this middle-aged man in front of him, fighting for the Crescent Moon Kingdom, made great achievements, and his father, but the scene of dying, reappeared in front of his eyes.

"As your father, I didn't want you to take risks, but since you are the son of my dragon blade general, you have to shoulder the responsibility of protecting your family and defending the country, and eradicate the spies for our country. ”

"If one day, your cultivation reaches the Holy Stage, all the memories in your mind will be re-strengthened, and then you will know all this. ”

"I'm not sure if you can become a saint-level professional, but, my son, right now you are the only person I can trust in, the pursuers are about to arrive, and I don't have much time left, so I'll read the list now. ”

"Basha, the fourth patriarch of the Brentan family, is subordinate to my first general, Harry"

This list is quite long, and Art can feel that his father's breath is gradually becoming weaker as he reads these lists.

At this moment, Art really wanted to roar, vent the anger and sorrow in his heart, and wanted his father not to read it anymore, but he couldn't do anything, everything that happened in front of him was just a memory, what had happened, and it could not be changed.

After finishing the list of the spies of the Crescent Moon Kingdom in his possession, the Dragon Blade General's ears moved, and immediately tucked it up in the grass on the edge of the edge where Arter had been placed, and at the same time, a little light in his hand fell on Art, who was still a baby.

The dragon blade immediately galloped away into the distance, and through his mind he already sensed that the pursuers were coming, and this place was no longer safe, so he had to flee as soon as possible in order to exchange for a chance of life for his son

As for the outcome, Art already knew, and the Dragonblade General, his father, died by the river.

Anger, resentment, and murderous intent quickly rose in Art's heart and burned violently, and at this moment, the murderous intent hidden in Art's heart burned completely.

"Dead and dead!" At this moment, there is only one thought in Art's mind, and that is to crush Harry's bones and ashes with the wind and completely wipe out the world.

"Ahh

Originally, Yate's golden eyes had been completely blackened, and the murderous aura was like a knife, and from Yate's eyes straight ahead, a trace of black gas flashed around his body that had almost turned into flesh.

"Ahh

"I, I'm not dead yet! As long as I still have a breath left, I will take revenge, Hurricane, you wait for me!" At this moment, all the negative emotions in Yat's heart were ignited, he had never hated a person to this extent, and he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Art's head lifted slightly, revealing snow-white teeth, and slammed on the ground, and suddenly burst out of the gums with a splash of bright red blood, dripping directly on the ground, but Art didn't feel the slightest pain, moved his head vigorously, and dragged his body forward with his teeth.

The unwillingness formed by the intertwining of hatred and anger has completely sobered up Art, and made Art ignore the severe pain he is enduring at the moment, at this moment, Art's real pain is his heart, and the monstrous hatred after learning the truth of the matter.

Blood continued to slide down all parts of Art's body, and all the organs were basically turned into flesh, except for the heart that was still beating weakly, there was almost no intact place.

Art's body rubbed against the rough ground, and a thick streak of blood drew under Art's body.

At this moment, the grass in front of him suddenly moved, Yat's face became quite ugly, his face, which had turned pale due to excessive blood loss, turned iron-blue, his injuries were too serious now, and his cultivation could be said to be very little, even a second- or third-order demonic beast was enough to kill him, and blood was the reason for attracting these demonic beasts.

However, in the next moment, it was not a demonic beast that came out of the grass, but more than a dozen professionals.

"Look, it's Mr. Art!" These professionals generally only have fifth-order cultivators, and after seeing Yate, they immediately let out an exclamation, stepped forward with an extremely ugly face, and took out something from the spatial ring.

These professionals are naturally Yat's students, and the things taken out of the space ring are some long poles and cloths and the like, after two minutes of simple processing, these long poles and cloths turned into stretchers, they carefully put Art on the stretcher, and immediately headed in the direction of the camp.

They only have fifth-order cultivation, but they don't dare to stay here for too long, naturally they have to hurry up, blood is the best bait that can attract demonic beasts, especially the blood of high-level professionals like Yate, it is easy to attract high-level demonic beasts, and at that time it is not something they can deal with at all.

Fortunately, this is not far from the camp, and all the professionals have gathered urgently at this time, and they all already know that Art is fighting with another mysterious professional, and when they see Art being carried back covered in blood, everyone's faces are not good.

They were quite confident in Yat's strength, especially after seeing Art defeat a seventh-order professional with one palm.

But they didn't expect that Yate would be beaten into this appearance, which filled their hearts with huge pressure, according to their conservative estimates, Yate's cultivation is at least a ninth-order existence, and the professionals who can beat Yate like this must be the ninth-order peak or even the existence of the holy order.

Art was on the stretcher, raising his head with great effort, according to his injury, it was already a huge wound enough to kill, if it was placed on the person whose mind and obsession were not firm in his profession, he would have died a long time ago.

"Teacher Art, wait a minute, I'll help you heal. A golden light flashed in the hand of a professional next to Art, and it was pointed at Arter in front of him. (To be continued.) )