On the earth, aftershocks occasionally shake the earth. Opposite Xuanyuan, Zilong, Chishui, and Changyi stand Mo Zhong, Duanxiu and Yajia.

"Hmph! Three versus four!" Duan Xiu snorted coldly and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll just pick two. Come on, I've absorbed a lot of attribute power energy these days, so I can just put it to good use!"

Zilong could clearly feel the pressure from the opponent and whispered: "Sir, the opponent is not weak, so be careful!"

Xuanyuan smiled and said: "No, it's not three versus four! Jia'er, you can finally come back!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked except Chang Yi who knew the details.

I saw Yajia walking forward slowly, looking particularly dazzling in red clothes. He came to Xuanyuan Dun, bowed and saluted, and said: "Subordinate, please see your lord!"

Duan Xiu's eyes widened, an expression of extreme disbelief hung on his face, and he said intermittently: "This... this... you... you..."

Mo Zhong couldn't hold back his anger anymore and shouted angrily: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect! This fine craftsman is actually among the twelve servants, Duan Xiu! You single-handedly brought up the fine craftsman Yajia, how are you going to explain it!"

Duan Xiu was a little incoherent: "Old man... this... this is impossible..."

At this time, Yajia turned around and said to Duanxiu: "Old man... thank you for taking care of me. I kept hiding it from you for so long... I'm sorry..." After saying that, Yajia slowly turned around and headed in the direction of Xuanyuan Dun.

Go.

At this moment, Mo Zhong suddenly burst into flames, and his whole body was covered with a layer of red light. The expression on his face was a little distorted, and he shouted: "Go to hell!" The man had disappeared from the spot.

Yajia turned his back to Mo Zhong and had no time to react. Instead, Duan Xiu shouted: "No!" The white air flashed and the person appeared between Yajia and Mo Zhong.

Mo Zhong's blow was a dead blow, and it was extremely fast. Until his two fingers pointed at the back of Duan Xiu's heart, Duan Xiu didn't even have time to use his ice armor.

Only a loud sound of "Boom!" was heard. Yajia was pushed away by the airflow of the explosion. Her whole body was uncontrollable and flew directly up. At the end of a red line, Xuanyuan held Jiaya. At this time, she

Have a chance to look back.

A huge fire shot up into the sky. Smoke and dust billowed in the fire. The smoke was mixed with countless gravels. The gravels flew randomly, collided, and rubbed. Occasionally, a few electric arcs were drawn in the smoke. A figure at the bottom

Vaguely visible.

"Old man!" Yaga couldn't help but let out a heart-rending cry, turned around and ran towards the direction of the figure.

Mo Zhong's ferocious face appeared again after the smoke and dust. A red light flashed. Mo Zhong appeared in front of Yajia and said fiercely: "Death!" and pointed at Yajia.

Yajia raised his hand and waved his red sleeves. A hurricane slid out along the red sleeves. In just a blink of an eye, the area between the hurricane and Mo Zhong's finger exploded again. The hurricane suddenly disappeared. Yajia saw the menacing force but was unable to resist it. His body

Affected by the shock wave of the explosion, they flew down one after another and rolled on the ground several times.

"Bastard!" Zilong shouted loudly, raised the gun and stepped forward, pointing the tip of the gun straight and missing.

Mo Zhong didn't show any fear. When he was in the air, the ground exploded instantly, and a pillar of fire mixed with lava shot up into the sky.

Zilong shouted: "Mangyan Thorn!" The spear in his hand burst into flames, and he stabbed at the lava that Mo Zhong pointed out. The gun body passed directly through the lava and headed towards Mo Zhong.

Mo Zhong took three steps back to get out of the way. Zilong turned his offensive, turned up his right wrist, and raised the gun body. Then he turned around, the gun body left his hand, and pushed out with his left palm, pressing it on the tail of the gun.

The body was immediately pushed forward by another three points.

Mo Zhong was startled, raised his leg and kicked the spear head, and was about to fight back, but Zilong had already bypassed the pillar of fire, took the spear from the air with one hand, rounded it and threw it towards him. In desperation, Mo Zhong flashed out,

An afterimage was left in place.

Zilong smashed his gun down, but before the gun even hit the ground, a large piece of it was dented on the ground. Then the rock cracked and there was a sudden roar.

Seeing Mo Zhong retreat, Zilong raised his head sharply and shouted: "Over there!"

After saying that, he made a swivel movement of the spear and held it behind him again, and a ball of flame appeared on the spot, catching up with Mo Zhong's pace, and the two started fighting back and forth.

Seeing Zilong facing off against Mo Zhong, Yajia woke up as if from a dream. He ignored the bleeding wounds on his face and arms, drew a red line on the ground, and headed straight for Duan Xiu.

At this moment, Duan Xiu had fallen to the ground, his right shoulder and entire right arm were blown to pieces. The ground was covered with bright red blood, and his gray beard was dyed red by the blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

Yajia held Duanxiu up and shouted: "Old man! Old man!"

At this time, Duan Xiu's eyes were tightly closed and he was breathless, but when he heard Yajia's call, he opened his eyes, braced himself, and smiled at Yajia: "You're here..."

Yajia felt a pain in her heart and said: "Old man...you, you don't want to die..."

Duan Xiu coughed lightly, and then realized that the right half of his body had been blown away. He chuckled and said, "This time... I probably won't survive..." Yajia's eyes suddenly blurred, and two lines of tears ran down his face.

Cheeks slipped.

Duan Xiu raised his left hand, tremblingly wiped away the tears on Yajia's face, and said: "You haven't cried since you were a child. How come... you only learned to cry when you grew up..."

"I...I..." Yajia didn't know what to say at this time, so he just nodded vigorously, and his tears flew out and fell on Duan Xiu's palm.

"Old, I have a murderous aura all over me. I... thought I would be alone all my life... No, I don't want to, you girl... actually suits my... temperament... ahem..." Duan Xiu said something.

Before he could finish speaking, blood filled his trachea and he started to cough.

Yaga cried and shouted: "Stop talking! I will help you stop the bleeding right away!"

Duan Xiu waved his hand, coughed twice, and said: "No, it's not necessary... I, I... have no wife and no children... I have always regarded you as my own child... no matter what the situation is.

, you, you are all... old, old... children..."

From meeting Yaga for the first time, seeing Yaga's stubborn character, to adopting Yaga, and constantly teaching Yaga how to practice martial arts according to his own strength, Duan Xiu always has a heart hidden under his ruthless face and words full of abuse.

With a father's love in his heart, even if he encountered many happy things, Duan Xiu never showed an expression of relief, but secretly rejoiced at all the scenes that existed in the growth process of him and Yajia.

At this moment, it flashed in front of Duan Xiu's eyes like a revolving lantern. Duan Xiu's brows relaxed, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I will be your father..."

This sentence has not been repaired in the brain, it is more like he said it to himself subconsciously, using up his last bit of strength...

"Old, old man! Stop!..." Yajia saw that the look in Duan Xiu's eyes had begun to fade, and an inexplicable pain surged out of his heart like a volcano erupting.

"Father!!!" Yajia's roaring voice covered up the rumbling sound underground, covered up the sound of Mo Zhong and Zilong fighting, and pierced the air. This was not shouted from her mouth, but from her

A cry bursting out of my heart.

Tears fell on Duan Xiu's face that still had a smile on it, the wind ruffled his red beard and hair, and his kind eyes were completely lifeless.

Yajia laid Duan Xiu's body flat, reached out and gently touched Duan Xiu's unclosed eyes, gently wiped the blood on Duan Xiu's cheek with his sleeves, and said with a crying smile while wiping, "

Old man... No, father, I tried to break your fog formation, you won't blame me..."

At this time, a big hand gently placed on Yajia's shoulder. Yajia looked back, and it was Xuanyuan who nodded to Yajia with a hint of regret.

Yajia wiped the tears from his face, kowtowed three times to Duan Xiu's body, then stood up and said to Xuanyuan: "I still need to trouble you, sir..."

Xuanyuan immediately understood, nodded, and said to Duan Xiu: "The kindness of raising a child is greater than a mountain. The love between father and daughter is thicker than blood... Go ahead..." After saying this, he waved his hand and Duan Xiu's body was burned by the flames.

Wrapped up, the flames danced, looking like dancing children, looking very happy...


Chapter completed!