Yuan Zhisheng tried to wake up the shadow dancer with his voice. He didn't think he would recognize the wrong person. He would never forget what his younger brother looked like. They had lived together for so many years and were so familiar with each other. How could they remember it wrong?

The dancer of Keying did not express any familiar emotions to Yuan Zhisheng. He only had cold murderous intent in his eyes, like a machine that executed orders, only obeying the master's arrangements.

"Why did you become like this? Who did it?" Yuan Zhisheng roared with a ferocious look, "Who brought you here again!"

Faced with Yuan Zhisheng's question, the shadow dancer not only did not answer, but instead drew out the knife on his waist. The sharp knife was lit up and waved a silver arc forward, like a natural barrier to isolate the people on both sides of the strait.

He had no words or expressions, and showed his sword to others.

"That's it, I understand."

Yuan Zhisheng smiled bitterly. He gave up his fantasy and prepared to face the cruel reality. Even if he was a real Yuan Zhinu in front of him, he understood that this "Yuan Zhinu" was just here to seek revenge.

Yes, he once stabbed a cold knife into his brother's body without considering any brotherhood.

This brotherly love is like a piece of rotten wood, and it will be cut off by a knife.

He should have thought of this long ago, but he still survived a little luck and faced the shadow dancer with a try attitude, but he understood that doing so was futile.

The hope in his heart was broken, Yuan Zhisheng also knew that this was not the person he knew, Yuan Zhinu was never an evil ghost. He was the younger brother who was following him. He was weak and inferior, and he had to stand in front of him when encountering difficulties.

In Yuan Zhisheng's memory, my younger brother has never been a strong, confident and charming person.

"Even if I take advantage of my weaknesses, I will never keep my hands."

Yuan Zhisheng became increasingly determined to think that the person he killed was not Yuan Zhinu, but the devil wearing Yuan Zhinu's shell.

The real Yuanzi had long been killed by the devil, and they just took him over.

Thinking of this, Yuan Zhisheng's determination to hold the sword became stronger. He raised two swords and faced the devil with his younger brother's appearance unswervingly.

The other four shadow warriors were like watching a show, giving up a clearing space. There were only four people in this clearing space, and only two people were going to fight.

The showdown between Yuan Zhisheng and Shadow Warriors changed from one to five to one, and the atmosphere on the scene was solemn like a showdown between the Sword Dojo. The four Shadow Warriors formed a line of defense to isolate Yuan Zhisheng and other mixed-race species.

If anyone takes a step forward, the blade they draw will be swung without hesitation.

However, it was obvious that the planners overestimated the quality of the people present, and they had no intention of taking action. Everyone came here to seek benefits and benefits. Who would be willing to fight to the death to help a stranger?

Even if Yuan Zhisheng is a very hero, being a hero means having the awareness of dying from death.

The hypocrisy and ugliness of human nature are fully displayed here.

Yuan Zhisheng took a step back and lowered his center of gravity, and made a sword-like appearance. The Shadow Warrior was not careless, and he held the knife in his hand tightly to face Yuan Zhisheng's impact.

Seeing the shadow warrior ready, Yuan Zhisheng's eyes flashed. The ghost he had defeated by sneak attacks can finally stand in front of him. The two of them were ready tensely and decided to win and lose the outcome openly.

This is a chance for Yuan Zhisheng to make up for his shortcomings. He will no longer be like a despicable sneak attacker, nor will he become the murderer of his younger brother.

All he had to face was a ghost, just like all the ghosts before.

Yuan Zhisheng closed his eyes. There was only the sound of flames burning in the quiet opera house. The sound of sirens sounded outside the door. The hot wind blew across Yuan Zhisheng's cheek with a hint of murderous intention. The shadow dancer stood in place like a wooden stake, making a parry gesture.

Yuan Zhisheng came from a state of closed intentions and entered a state of selflessness, and felt everything around him clearly.

The gradually accelerated heartbeat of the crowd, the burning falling wood, and the sobs of the girl behind her.

The wind stops, the leaves fall, and the world falls into silence here.

Just a blink of an eye, Yuan Zhisheng's swords seemed to be injected with energy, flashing with a light red light. He opened the golden eyes that symbolized noble blood, and his hands and feet slid out in a coordinated manner. The light and shadow of the opera house fell into dark red at this time, and the sword and sword shadow burst into flying in an instant.

The sword cuts the air, and the space wherever it passes is shaking, and the light red light is like a divine punishment brought down by the gods. The light and shadow that Yuan Zhisheng slashed in the flash made the shadow warrior dazzling, as if the person who flew over was not a person, but a red sun, and the arc that the sword swung was the corona of the red sun.

Yuan Zhisheng was speechless when he waved his sword, and he did not use his anger to strengthen his momentum, nor did he have any distracting thoughts and delusions, as if he was wielding his sword to cut down the air while practicing sword skills.

The sound of the wind flows in my ears, and the sword shadow surrounds it, crimson red like blood, and the sword energy spills out like a long rainbow that penetrates the sun and pours ink and flows smoothly.

People say that the highest level of sword-making practice is to practice sword intent. Yuan Zhisheng once asked his father what sword intent is. His father replied with a smile, "Sword intent is the determination that a person swings a sword. The greater the determination, the stronger the power of the sword intent burst out. In the eyes of his opponent, a swordsman with a strong determination is very dangerous."

Yuan Zhisheng understood the meaning of his father saying this. As a family law enforcement officer, he has been killing ghosts, but every time he kills ghosts, his reason for swinging his sword is very single, just for his job, or for the "justice" in his heart.

He said he wanted to be a "just friend", so he always had the determination to swing his sword.

But this time, he did not use the sword for the so-called justice, but to cut off the devil that has been plaguing his heart like a nightmare for several years. It seemed that as long as he cut off the devil, he could cut out the depression in his heart and avenge his brother, and there would be more sunshine and rain in his life.

This determination made him have no thoughts or distractions when he swung his sword, and the sword intent he produced was even more terrifying as his father said.

"Test my determination!"

When Yuan Zhisheng opened his eyes, he cried out his heart and lungs. His trembling golden eyes were like Medusa's gaze. The shadow warrior seemed to be petrified in place, and even forgot to wave the sword in his hand.

A red line of sky crossed the opera house, as if cutting the entire space with one sword, and a line of sky penetrated the body of the shadow dancer, and Yuan Zhisheng had already come behind the shadow dancer.

The shadow dancer turned his head silently.

He was stunned for too long just now and didn't seize the opportunity. Yuan Zhisheng was as fast as light and shadow, and there was no chance to react. From the beginning to the end of the sword, it seemed that Yuan Zhisheng was teleporting behind him.

Yuan Zhisheng was dressed in clothes, his broken heart flowed, he took a knife into the sheath, turned around and looked at the shadow warrior. His blood shadow was like light, and his sharp eyes were filled with a mighty aura, as if he was waiting for something.

The shadow warrior was preparing to attack Yuan Zhisheng. He had just pulled his body and felt a severe pain. The blood vessels in his body burst in an instant, and the flesh and blood were connected to the muscles and bones, like a sliding cliff, and all limbs were bleeding.

The shadow warrior took a step forward and fell to the ground.

He struggled wildly on the ground, his whole body filled with deadly wounds, bleeding everywhere, and blood spreading on the ground.

“It’s very vital.”

Yuan Zhisheng frowned, and the shadow warrior only felt that he was blown by the wind, but Yuan Zhisheng had already sprinkled the sword intent at that time, and the fatal wound was enough to kill ordinary mixed-race species ten times.

However, this ghost can still struggle on the ground, maybe it is just a reflection of the light, but Yuan Zhisheng will not give the ghost any chance.

He once again pulled out his sword and, under the gaze of this familiar face, cut the spider into the shadow dancer's chest.

The shadow dancer falls.

The golden light in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes faded away, and he looked up silently, and a trace of sadness flashed through his eyes.

A few seconds later, his eyes looked at the other four shadow warriors. The four shadow warriors took a step forward at the same time. The blood in their bodies accelerated and boiled at this time.

Only one of the five shadow dancers died. Yuan Zhisheng looked at the four shadow warriors. He understood that he would die without any chance.

But even so, the young man still held the sword in his hand tightly.

Swords are hard and sharp. They are forged with steel and are forged. After being forged by high-temperature flames and quenched by low-temperature cold water, extreme temperature differences are the only way for swords to grow, so they have become human weapons. If the sword holder's heart is weak, the sword will lose its sharpness.

Yuan Zhisheng had already made up his mind at this time, and his hands holding the sword did not tremble at all, and his heart was unwavering, as hard as steel.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong...

A crisp sound of clappers sounded, and one of the shadow warriors had no sword in his hand. He knocked a few times with a special wood. The sound made Yuan Zhisheng stunned, and the girl on the ground stopped sobbing.
Chapter completed!