In the Beast City, thirteen white light sword shadows broke through the sky! The sword shadows were followed by thirteen Tsing Yi Daoists.

"Boy, don't struggle uselessly! Hand over the Yuanxing Seed!

The old man in Tsing Yi at the head stared at the little boy who was tired on the ground.

He had short hair, wore a coarse cloth shirt, and had two holes in the cloth boots on his feet.

The boy heard a voice above his head, and an invisible pressure fell from the sky, and his running speed became unusually slow.

"No! I can't stop! I won't let them get the teacher's relics!

The kid's heart was screaming wildly, and the speed of running under his feet became a little faster, but under the chase of the thirteen sword shadows, his struggle was undoubtedly a ridiculous joke.

His teacher, who was the teacher of the City Lord of Beast Riding City, had accidentally found the rumored seed of the Yuan Star during a trip to the void three years ago, and brought it back......

There are many disciples under the teacher, and there are also many talented disciples, and they are all very strong......

The kid has just entered the teacher's door for less than a month, and he hasn't even reached the realm of entry......

So in the division, those brothers and sisters who are stronger than him like to bully him......

Only the teacher doted on him, and entrusted him with a heavy responsibility when he was dying.......

The teacher handed over the Yuanxing seed to him for safekeeping, and he had to protect the Yuanxing no matter whether he lived or died.......

The kid glanced down at the Yuanxing seed hidden in his arms, and remembered the teacher's request before he died......

That was the last time he saw the teacher's kind smile, and the strong, warm arms held him tightly in his arms.......

"You have to run as hard as you can! Run as hard as you can!!"

Silent tears burst out of the child's eyes, and the roar of lightning suddenly sounded in his ears.

A purple bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck him!

"Ah......h

The boy was knocked to the ground, and the flames of lightning burned.......

He screamed in pain and rolled on the ground before the fire was extinguished.

The thirteen old men in Tsing Yi formed an encirclement and stayed in the air.

"Boy, you have no way to escape! Hurry up and hand over Yuan Xing!"

The kid hugged Yuan Xing tightly in his arms, and his immature expression revealed a sense of perseverance.

He will never admit defeat!

"Death is not paying!!"

When the boy had the courage to shout these words, the wind rose in the silent forest, blowing the treetops and making a rustling sound.

The thirteen old men in Tsing Yi only had a short silence before releasing the sword intent behind their backs!

"Then you will die!!"

They were also a little shocked by the boy's resistance, perhaps they thought that their own strength was very strong, and it was really impressive that a child could have the courage to confront them, but this little courage was not enough to deter them.

To be honest, as long as the kid hands over the Yuanxing seed, they won't really want to kill him, after all, in their eyes, this kid's life is like an ant, and a saint will not kill an ant.

But it seems that the ending is not as they hoped......

Thirteen sword intents pounced on the kid on the ground like a flood beast!

The overwhelming pressure pressed the boy's stubborn and unbent backbone.

The kid is gritting his teeth and desperately holding on!

In the face of thirteen masters who entered the sword stage, the kid's persistence collapsed in just that moment!

Thirteen sword intents devoured the kid in an instant!

A huge beam of white light shot into the sky......

"Ah!!h

The kid's body began to twist and deform under the impact of the sword intent......