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Chapter 9 Meet He Yun again!(2/2)

Feng Jian's eyes flashed, as if he didn't expect He Yun to express his stance like this. He continued to look at Zhao Zhen for a while, then he suddenly smiled and inserted the long sword back into the scabbard behind his back.

"Since this is Junior Sister He's prey, I will naturally not take it away."

"That's pretty much it."

He Yun said coldly and looked at Zhao Zhen again, "Since you are injured, let me forgive you this time. You can go, but next time, I will not forgive you again."

After finishing his sentence, He Yun turned around and walked deeper.

"Junior Sister He, wait for me."

Seemingly, Feng Jian also hurriedly followed, and his figure gradually disappeared into the white mist.

But just when Feng Jian's figure was about to disappear completely, a chirping sound pierced the air, and a white sword light suddenly burst out from a distance and landed heavily in front of Zhao Zhen!

Kerala!

The ground shattered, and a thick sword mark appeared directly!

Along with the sword marks that appeared, a faint word began to be heard.

"Boy, I will only say this once, stay away from He Yun from now on."

"If you let me see you approaching He Yun again, you will die."

The words gradually disappeared, and Zhao Zhen looked at the sword marks on the ground in front of him and clenched his fists!

This is power!

Under power, everything is empty!

What dignity, what good and evil, what friendship, they are all reflected in the mirror!

The other party had nothing to do with him, but just because of He Yun, he almost wanted to destroy him!

What sense does this make?

In the final analysis, he is still weak and he is not strong enough!

"Power...I need power!"

"Only power is truth!"

Zhao Zhen's eyes were cold and he looked in the direction Feng Jian left.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, briefly bandaged the wound, and turned around to leave.

He knew that anger was useless, feeling sorry for oneself, and cursing loudly from behind were even more useless.

The only thing that works is action.

Only action can produce results. In this case, he just needs to act.

All the way out of the battle tower, Zhao Zhen planned to go back to his room to practice.

Although he does not have spiritual stones now, he believes that with the spiritual roots of Wanjian, his progress will not be slow.


Chapter completed!
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