Wu Qian was not afraid of the enemy at all, with the wooden sword in his hand, he made a brazen move! "Sword No. 2: Reincarnation!"

Wind stops.

The rain stopped.

People don't move.

The whole world seemed to stand still.

Ye Qingxuan and the others still maintained their expressions of emotion and surprise.

The white-faced scholar was still smiling.

The middle-aged man was still laughing maniacally.

The other eleven were inherently unable to see any expressions, because they were all masked.

The golden silk nanmu sword in Wu Qiang's hand seemed to turn into a huge golden rose in the air, enveloping everyone except Ye Qingxuan.

Life flashed in front of him one by one like a marquee, and the middle-aged man looked at the sword light that was getting closer and closer, and sighed: "It's so beautiful......"

The smile on the white-faced scholar's face gradually became gentle, perhaps he thought of the woman who had been with him silently for twenty years.

After the matter is settled, go back and give her a name, thinking of this, his eyes are firm: "So, I can't die here!"

Rumble!

The sword light covered the earth, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky.

Jiese looked at the smoke and dust around him, and hesitated: "Cheng...... Did it work?"

"Nope. Wu Qian replied.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the smoke quickly dissipated.

I saw ten congenital wounds, but ...... They're still standing!

Wu Qian frowned:

[Are there only three dead...... Tsk, trouble. 】

His body can only support the "second of the sword" one more time.

The middle-aged man looked at Wu Poor in shock, he never expected that his foolproof plan for others almost failed.

This kid is just a "Heaven and Man Unity Realm", how can he be so strong?

He no longer hesitated, and said, "He is only one person, everyone will go together!"

Ten innate people shot at the same time, vowing to kill Wu Qiang here!

Seeing this, Wu Qian no longer hesitated, and made another move, "Sword No. 2: Reincarnation!"

It was as if the world had stood still again.

Pity...... He is only in the acquired realm, and the same move cannot be effective against the enemies of the innate realm a second time.

Rumble!

"Sword Two" resists ten innate alliances!

Wu Qian flew back upside down, barely landed, covered his mouth with his left hand, a large amount of blood flowed out of his fingers, and he was no longer able to fight.

Ten congenital members were also injured again, but ...... There is still the strength to fight again.

The middle-aged man slowly wiped the bright red overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and his face was solemn: "Actually, the cultivation of the Heavenly Realm in the future is to kill three people and injure ten people, you are a respectable opponent, if it is a different time, we may be able to become friends, but it's a pity ......"

After a pause, he continued: "As a sign of respect, we will still do our best, please pay attention." ”

The middle-aged man bowed slightly, and then shot with all his might, and the other nine people also shot at the same time!

"Brother Wu!!!" was stunned, and he hated why he couldn't help Wu Qiao.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes in pain, he tried to strengthen his true qi, but ...... He really can't afford to fight anymore.

Wu Qian just watched quietly, and the world seemed to slow down in his eyes.

The gene lock is opened.

Not really.

The seed of being an adjuster in my brain bursts.

Neither is it.

It's just a marquee.

The faces of the parents, which had been blurred, gradually became clear.

He saw wrinkles in the corners of his mother's eyes, which were not so noticeable.

He saw the whitening sideburns on his father's Mediterranean hairstyle.

He saw his sister......

He was an only child and had no sister.

He...... I don't have a girlfriend either.

Now that I think about it, does he really want to go back?

Go back and continue to work endless overtime, with a salary that is neither high nor low, and just live a life like this walking corpse?

Maybe...... Maybe his parents could live more easily without him?

For more than ten years, in order to go back, he deliberately alienated himself from this world, because if he had concern, could he still insist on going back?

But...... In the end, there was a concern.

He remembered what Master had said to him on his deathbed.

He was fifteen years old that year, and one day before leaving the mountain, Qu Wuming had blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and said to him with a gentle face: "Remember, we must always be rational, because if we are emotional, our hearts will be soft." For the sake of peace in the world, we can use everything, so we can't be soft-hearted. Ah Poor, you are doing very well, better than your senior brother, you are out of school. ”

At that time, he asked Master, "Master, have you really never touched your true feelings?"

There seemed to be melancholy in the master's eyes: "That's not important anymore, the choice has been made for the master." Now, I'm relieved too......"

Qu Wuming died in front of Wu Qiang.

On that day, he left the school.

It's a pity that Qu Wuming doesn't know that he is a traverser, and his body is the soul of an adult.

He didn't care, he just wanted to go home.

Alienated from the world? He was a passerby.

Can...... It's so lonely......

So when they approached him, he didn't refuse.

Deliberately approaching? He's alone, and there's nothing to make use of.

And even if it's used, what can it be? He doesn't care.

The faces of the parents began to blur, and the three pretty faces gradually became clear.

"I thought we were friends. "This is the girl with her eyes narrowed in the sunset.

"Wu poor, Wu poor...... I'll call you poor brother from now on. "This is the smiling girl in palace clothes.

"What's your name?" this is the pretty girl with a slightly raised face, tears in her eyes but the corners of her mouth raised.

.........

The figures of the ten innate masters gradually enlarged in their eyes, and Wu Qian smiled.

He closed his eyes, buried his melancholy deep in his heart, and when he opened his eyes, it was already calm.

"Why are you being so nice to me, it's a ...... I don't want to let go of any of them. He muttered.

So, can't die here!

His eyes were firm, and the wooden sword was raised, "Sword No. 3: Death." ”

The rain was even heavier.

The masters of the Innate Realm can already form a body protector qi out of their bodies, and it stands to reason that the rain can't touch their bodies.

But the ten innate masters were drenched in the pouring rain at this time.

The middle-aged man reached out and wiped the wetness on his face, feeling wrong, and looked down, his hands were bright red.

He raised his head, looked up at the sky in a daze, and smiled: "It turns out that it is not rain ...... at all"

Within a radius of 100 zhang, dense sword qi fell like a torrential rain, and the wetness on their bodies turned out to be not rain, but the blood brought out by the sword qi penetrating their bodies.

"Are all the swordsmen on the list monsters......" The middle-aged man fell into the mud, his eyes gradually drifting.

Next to him, the white-faced scholar lay there, with a little unwillingness in his godless eyes, he couldn't make a promise to the woman after all.

As for the other innate masters, maybe they are all well-known figures in the rivers and lakes, but at this time, they can only die quietly like ants.

So don't mask your face when you fight, otherwise you won't even have a story when you die.

Jiese's eyes were glazed, and he said, "Daoist priest...... The poor monk is not dreaming. ”

He pinched Ye Qingxuan hard, and said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt, it turned out to be a dream......

He's already escaping reality.

Ye Qingxuan: "......"

It hurts!

Looking at the two of them who were stunned, Wu Qian smiled proudly: "See, this is the complete body of Uncle Ben!"

There was a wind blowing, and Wu Qian, who was soaking wet, felt a little cold.

"It rained so hard. Wu Qian touched the wetness on his body, and when he saw it, it was red.

Lowering his head, his green shirt was dyed blood-red, he rolled his eyes and scolded: "Damn, do I have to sit in a wheelchair for two years......?"

Then it fell.

Boom!

Not the sound of falling to the ground, but the sound of the air being torn apart.

He collapsed into the warm arms of a woman, raised his head slightly, and a pair of large breasts obscured his vision.

"Excuse me. He trembled and stretched out his hand, pushing away the two mountains in front of him, revealing a tearful face behind him.

Wu Qian pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, stretched out his trembling hand, stroked the top of her hair, and said in a gentle voice: "When I saw you for the first time, you were crying." Okay, stop crying. ”

Bai Xuanji spoke, her voice trembling: "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

"It's okay...... I'm just a little tired, let me rest, take a break......"

His eyes slowly closed.