The boy handed out a sword and slashed it from the bottom up.

There is no previous brilliant sword intent, there is no majestic momentum to compete with others, and even the snow sword is bleak.

A simple sword.

But at this moment, a scholarly phantom appeared between the boy and the giant python.

With his left hand behind his back, he stretched out his right hand, seemed to grasp something, and said, "Stop!"

The void seems to have ripples and a slight lag.

It's just that a moment later, the phantom was swept past his chest by the invisible thing in his hand and dispersed directly.

Almost at the same time, another scholar appeared at the back point, exactly like the phantom, who also put his left hand behind him, stretched out his right hand, and said, "Stop!"

The ripples ripple slightly, and everything is silent.

Behind the scholar, the giant python roared wildly, swished and retracted, I don't know if it was because of the scholar's arrival, or the young man's sword.

The scholar fell to the ground, carrying his right hand behind him, and looked at the young man, his eyes seemed to be much more relieved and complicated.

He said, "Why do you have to do this?"

The young man's face was pale, his head was covered with cold sweat, obviously he was already struggling to support, but he just didn't fall, and said indifferently, "Why did you stop me?"

"If I don't stop you, you'll regret it. The scholar looked at the young man with pity, "Why should you be angry with a beast?"

The boy took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

The scholar sighed, took a step, and reached behind the young man, and he didn't see any movement from him, and the next moment, the young man had fallen softly.

The scholar stretched out his hand to support the young man's body, bent down and picked it up, and when he spread out his right hand, there was a light trace of light blood in his palm, which was slightly oozing blood.

He sighed again, looked down at the young man's fragile and pale face, raised his hand and touched the young man's eyebrows, it seemed that the elders looked at the willful juniors who had high hopes but were not obedient at all, helpless but tolerant.

In the center of the young man's eyebrows, the snow lotus has been faint, and if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

He doesn't force the boy, but how long will the boy be stubborn, will he have to be completely disillusioned with the world? But now it seems that it won't take much time.

He couldn't help but be annoyed when he thought that the teenager who always gave people a warm feeling would go to the other extreme.

He looked up at the giant python not too far away, his face was gloomy like water, and he waved his big sleeves.

The giant python that formed a mountain seemed to be thrown into the air all at once, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier in the void, so it smashed it with a bang, and fell down with a bang.

Before the giant python could react, its head swayed, and the scholar flicked his sleeve again, and it flew out again and smashed down.

This was repeated several times.

I don't know if this giant python really has thick skin, or if the scholar deliberately left his hand, and after a beating, he didn't suffer much injuries except for being dizzy.

The scholar looked up at the giant python and sneered, "Why didn't you have such a big courage when you were a little bug back then, but now that you have grown up, you have these evil intentions, and you really think that you are already a hidden dragon in the abyss?"

The giant python crossed its body, its head through the layers of python body, and looked at the scholar in horror.

The scholar's face became even more cold, "What's the matter? It's been too long, I forgot who I am, who made you swallow the luck here, or is your sense of smell so bad that you can't even detect a trace of my breath? It's good that you haven't been in the abyss yet, so you will learn to take revenge first. Brutes are indeed brutes, how can I feel at ease?"

The python seemed to realize something, and the python's body became tighter and tighter, protecting its head tightly.

Seeing this, the scholar snorted coldly and smashed his fist directly on the giant python.

There were only a few soft clicks, followed by a loud roar.

The giant python's huge body began to writhe violently, stirring up the sand and rocks, and the mountain was turbulent, and soon the head was exposed.

The scholar took a step, appeared on the python's head, and smashed it down with a fist.

Another scream, the python's body twitched violently, shaking the mountain, and it seemed to be shaking, but the python's head was stepped on by the scholar and couldn't move.

The scholar seemed to be puzzled, turned over and jumped down, and kicked out in mid-air.

The python was kicked out directly, and smashed on the invisible barrier again, most of the scales fell off, and it fell miserably, exhausted and dying.

It twitched a few times, then instinctively shrunk into a ball and buried its head in the air.

The scholar fell in front of the giant python in one step, and the huge python body coiled like a huge castle, making the scholar as small as an ant.

He looked at the giant python indifferently and scolded, "It's hard to move, how can I use you?"

He waved his sleeves again, but the python did not hit the barrier this time, but flew directly south, and there was no shadow in the blink of an eye.

He ignored it, casually swept around, and stomped slightly.

The flying sand and rocks around stopped, and the smoke and dust dissipated, but the eyes were full of devastation, and the clouds above the head also subsided in an instant, and the day was sunny and bright.

After doing all this, he said lightly, "What, are you still going to watch a play?"

"Thank you. The two old men suddenly appeared in front of the scholar and saluted solemnly.

If they hadn't reacted at first, it couldn't have been clearer now.

The Dengtian Mountain Range can't withstand too much tossing, after all, this is the most vulnerable place in this world, and the young man's sword, even the person in front of him is a little laborious, if it is really handed out, it will inevitably end up with the heavy balcony tens of thousands of years ago, the dark canyon and other forbidden places, it is estimated that this last entrance and exit will also become a real forbidden place, they are reluctant to come in, and then the world will really be in chaos.

Therefore, scholars can afford this gift.

The scholar nodded coldly and put the young man on the ground, "I will leave him behind, what should be said and what should not be said, the two of you should have some scheming in your heart, so you will leave." ”

As he spoke, he vanished.

The two old men looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

After the scholar left, he took the first step in front of the rolling floc.

The flocculent was eating insects, but suddenly he shrank and didn't move.

The scholar looked at the white bird in front of him with a strange expression.

This snow sculpture king is really spineless, but fortunately he didn't choose them to enter the game, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Thinking of this, he finally retracted his gaze and said coldly, "You want to follow him, I don't object, but remember, that luck is not something you can covet, don't be careful." ”

Rolling flocculent blinked its little round eyes, very confused.

"So much for the best. The scholar nodded, and disappeared in one step.

He reappeared in front of Ling Diao.

Ling Diao consciously crawled on the ground and babbled lightly.

A light smile finally appeared on the scholar's face, and he touched Ling Diao's head, "You are interesting, much smarter than that stupid worm, and it is not in vain to waste my kindness, so you can compete for that luck, whether you can have the qualification for nirvana, it depends on your creation." ”

Ling Diao babbled softly again.

"You are what I arranged for him, and it is natural to let him be the master. The scholar said gently.

Ling Diao babbled again.

The scholar nodded, "I know his rejection, but his fate has been a foregone conclusion since birth, and if he struggles, he will have no luck and will go more smoothly in the future." ”

Ling Diao stopped making a sound.

The scholar hooked the corners of his mouth, raised his head slightly to look at the sky, and his expression revealed a bit of nostalgia.

How many years has it been?

Day after day, year after year.

Wind and rain moisten all things, but the heavens and the earth are chaotic, who knows?

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