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Chapter 552 Inheritance

The moment this sword light appeared in the sky, even the broken city shrouded in the faint light was illuminated for a moment.

Lin Qiye and others who were moving forward rapidly on the street raised their heads at the same time and looked into the sky, with a look of shock appearing in their eyes.

"That's..." Shen Qingzhu raised her head in confusion.

"It's the sword of Senior Sword Saint."

Lin Qiye felt the sharp sword energy filled with the world and said.

They are very familiar with this kind of sword energy.

During the few months of training in that warehouse, they were basically beaten to the point of fainting by the sword energy every day. Zhou Ping's sword energy was almost imprinted in their bones, and they could be distinguished in an instant.

"The pressure of one of the gods disappeared." An Qingyu felt it carefully for a moment and spoke.

Everyone looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Everyone knows what this means...

The first god-killer in human history has appeared.

He is their teacher.

but……

Lin Qiye clenched his fists tightly.

Unwillingness and grief appeared in his eyes.

They finally found the coordinates here, got the way to walk in the fog, and had the means to catch up with the city... They tried every means and finally came here.

They had already rescued Zhou Ping,

Zhou Ping even broke the ceiling and became [Red Dust Sword Immortal]...

But in the end, they could only watch Zhou Ping turn the way.

Their arrival seemed to have changed something, but it seemed to have nothing changed.

The fate trajectory that originally belonged to Zhou Ping was a little shaken by Lin Qiye and others, but was quickly corrected again and could not escape the ending of death.

His fate was not changed in the end.

At this moment, Lin Qiye remembered what Hei Tong said to him again:

"That man involved too many things. His destiny thread was very solid. You can't afford the price."

Tampering with fate itself is an equivalent exchange.

Lin Qiye and others tried their best, but the price they paid was still not enough to change Zhou Ping's fate.

"Senior Sword Saint's sword intent is still there, and he shouldn't have completely transformed into the Tao." Cao Yuan said, "Qianye, we..."

"Continue to move forward." Lin Qiye did not hesitate at all, "We cannot intervene in the battle of Senior Sword Saint, but we can fight side by side with him on another battlefield.

Since I promised the Sword Saint Senior to send them home, I must do it.

We... want to fight a path of blood!"

Whoosh swish swish swish-!!

In the strong wind, their figures galloped past.

In the underground garage,

The dead air was depressing and dull. Chen Han and Lu Yu, with their three children, were waiting by the stove, anxiously waiting for something.

Suddenly, Chen Han raised his head suddenly.

"Senior Chen Han, what's wrong?" Lu Yu looked at Chen Han in confusion.

"Did you hear anything just now?"

"sound?"

"Someone ran over there."

Chen Han stretched out his hand, pointed to the alley at the entrance of the underground garage, and said confidently.

"Why didn't I hear it?"

"I'll go out and have a look."

Chen Han's face was a little solemn. There should be no one else in this city except them. Could it be that the Sword Saint is back? Or, someone else has woken up in this city?

No matter which one it is, Chen Han has to go out and take a look.

He stepped out of the underground garage, and the sound of whimpering wind was everywhere in the streets because of the continuous movement of the broken city.

He walked to the center of the street with a straight knife around his waist, turned to look in the direction where the sound was leaving.

His eyes contracted instantly.

This underground garage itself is leaning on the edge of the broken city. They were underground before and were not clear about what was happening outside. It was not until they walked on the street that Chen Han truly saw clearly what was in front of the city.

Hundreds of "mysteries" of different shapes are like rough waves, pressing against the gloomy sky, rushing towards here from the fog!

“Where do so many 'mysteries' come from?”

Lu Yu followed Chen Han out of the underground garage and saw the scene ahead. He stayed in place, his eyes full of doubt, "Aren't you doing well before? Why did so many suddenly appear..."

Chen Han's face was extremely solemn.

At this moment, his after-light seemed to have seen something. When he squinted his eyes and looked carefully, his whole body suddenly shook.

On the edge of the city, at the top of the broken building, seven figures were standing in the wind. They were wearing masks of different shapes and quietly staring at the terrifying waves surging in front of them!

In the face of this doomsday scene, they did not step back at all, like a stabilizing needle, crossing between the city and the "mysterious" wave.

"That's..." Chen Han looked at several of the backs and felt familiar.

Especially one of the slightly fat backs seems to be very similar to the fat man who has handed Rolex...

Of course, he just thought about it this way and did not really connect these people with them. Xiu Book Network

After all, this number of people and breath seem to be incompatible.

"Senior Chen Han, where did these people emerge?" Lu Yu was a little confused, "Are they night watchmen?"

"have no idea."

Chen Han shook his head, "Looking at the masks on their faces, they look a bit like the [Mask] team, but something is not right... After all, the [Mask] mask should not be the theme of Journey to the West."

Lu Yu thought about something.

"You are here to protect the residents, and I will go and help them."

Chen Han instructed Lu Yu, turned around and rushed towards the building where Lin Qiye and others were.

Lu Yu was stunned, "Senior Chen Han, I can too..."

Chen Han stopped, remained silent for a moment, and spoke slowly:

“You stay.

If I can't come back, there must be someone guarding them... taking them home."

Lu Yu was stunned.

Chen Han looked at his expression and smiled, as if he had remembered something, and said:

"By the way, let me tell you another secret.

My collections are in the second drawer under the office cabinet. If I don’t come back, you can use them for me..."

After saying that, he carried a straight knife around his waist and a dark red cloak, and rushed towards the building on the edge of the city without hesitation!

In the lonely street,

Lu Yu stared blankly at his departure back, like a sculpture standing in place.

Chen Han rushed to the building and went up to the top floor as fast as possible. When he appeared on the roof, the figure wearing Sun Wukong's mask slowly turned around.

"Lu Yu, long time no see."

Lin Qiye took off his mask and smiled.

Lu Yu was stunned when he saw the familiar face.
Chapter completed!
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