Huh! The breeze blows on my face, blowing the middle-aged man's long flowing hair. There is no longer a gentle shadow wherever he looks.

Even Yang Feng is gone.

"I'm so mad, do you fool me?"

When he became angry, the middle-aged man seemed to understand.

All Wen Liang's moves just were just tricks to deceive his perceptions, and he didn't even want to attack him.

The chaotic and violent lightning that scattered around was to completely disrupt the fluctuations in the surrounding space, just like a piece of smoke and dust shaking up to cover up his six consciousnesses.

Taking this opportunity, Wen Liang took Yang Feng and ran away.

After thinking through all this, the middle-aged man was so angry that his face twitched: "Boy, I won't let you go."

Sa! As soon as the words came to an end, the middle-aged man jumped and flew to chase him.

At the same time, Wen Liang was also carrying Yang Feng's body on his back and rushed forward at a rapid pace. Yang Feng ignored everything from the outside world, just closed his eyes quietly and condensed his soul.

Wen Liang looked back and saw a firm look in his eyes: "For a quarter of an hour, just hold on for a quarter of an hour."

"Stupid brat, where can I run!"

Suddenly, a angrily shouted behind Wen Liang's back. Wen Liang was so scared that he was shocked. When he turned around, he saw that the middle-aged man was chasing him again with a fierce look, and immediately rushed to speed up again.

However, no matter how fast he is, he is not as fast as the 186-level master.

So, in just a moment, the man quickly posted it up: "The magical art of heaven, the sword of killing the sky!"

Sao! An invisible sharp blade hit Wen Liang and Yang Feng. Wen Liang was startled, his body fell and flew down, barely dodged, but... pp! With a muffled sound, Wen Liang suddenly spit out a mouthful of bright red, his heart was completely stained with blood, and a burst of stinging pain came from his soul.

"Is this...the law of time and space?"

"Hmph, once my Sky-Slaying Sword locks the target, it will never fail. No matter how much you move, you will eventually hit it. This is my law power, hahaha!"

The middle-aged man laughed, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes: "And... the soul hit by me will slowly decay, hum."

Uh! He felt his heart stagnated, and Wen Liang felt that his power was weakening at an extremely fast speed, but he still gritted his teeth, stepped forward and continued to fly into the distance.

The middle-aged man curled his lips disdainfully: "Little thing, your soul is now like being poisoned, and it is weakening at an extremely fast speed and cannot fly.

If you force yourself so hard, your soul will be exhausted and dissipated."

It was still a little bit too long! He gritted his teeth tightly, Wen Liang ignored it, just flying desperately, delaying time.

What he thought now was just to drag it for a quarter of an hour as Yang Feng said.

The middle-aged man fell behind him calmly, as if an eagle was catching a chicken, enjoying the teasing feeling after his prey was exhausted: "I said you just trust him so much?"

He said he would fight for a quarter of an hour, and you would hide with him on his back for a quarter of an hour?

What if his injury still doesn't heal after a quarter of an hour?

Wouldn't you just be in vain?"

Without an answer, Wen Liang just gasped and continued to fulfill his promise.

The middle-aged man flew side by side with Wen Liang and continued, "Even if he was really out of danger in a quarter of an hour, his injuries improved, and he was able to escape, it was his escape. What does it have to do with you?

If you continue to consume like this, I am afraid that you will be exhausted in less than a quarter of an hour and will eventually make wedding dresses for others for nothing. Why bother?

In the end, he lived and exchanged his life with your death. Are you willing?"

Silent, Wen Liang's face turned pale, but he was still trying hard to move forward, not caring about the fact that he had been caught up.

"If... I leave him alone and escape by myself, I will eventually be caught up and devoured by you..." "Yes, but at that time you were two people dead. If you didn't give so much for him, you would have a balance in your heart.

It’s better than you who saved him but died, so wronged?"

"One can survive, why both of them die together?"

He gasped heavily, Wen Liang glared at the middle-aged man fiercely and sneered: "I might have run away before, but when facing the threat of Shura God, this great god saved me, the weakest soul among us, regardless of the situation.

The great god said that the more critical the moment, the more we must watch over each other.

It is because you only want to live on your own that you will eventually be slaughtered by the Shura God one by one.”

"fart!"

Touch! With a loud curse, the middle-aged man kicked Wen Liang in the air to the ground with one kick, smashing a huge hole, and Yang Feng was also thrown out.

Wen Liang coughed violently twice, watched the middle-aged man fly to him slowly, and looked down at him coldly and said, "This world is prey on the weak. Only when one is strong enough can one stand firm in the world.

If others become stronger, they will only swallow existences that are weaker than them and become our biggest enemies, which is not trustworthy at all.

To save others, you will fight for your own life and make wedding dresses for others, which is extremely stupid."

"Everyone is dead, you are alone and helpless, can you survive?"

He shook his head with a smile, Wen Liang grinned and said, "Faced with power, we only look at the immediate interests, short-sighted and fierce inside. What is this called?

This is called a mob.

A movement of people fighting against the people is underway. The top leaders use a little trick, so the people in the people are killed, intrigue, trust collapses, family breaks up, brothers break up, and human relations are no longer there. A group of people are fooled by the top like a group of pens.

When you face the pressure of the Shura God, you were so scared that you were dispersed. You only knew that your comrades were fighting, but you didn’t dare to touch the Shura God’s hair. How similar is the people on earth?”

"Shut up!"

With a roar, the middle-aged man was so angry that his forehead was bursting with blue veins and cursed: "Do you think we would be so scared by the Shura God that he ran away all over the plane?

But what can I do if I don’t run away?

To unite and resist?

They are all a group of selfish old foxes, who are more scheming than anyone else, how can they unite?

Even if we get together, who may be sold by us?

Young people who do not know that the world is dangerous will fire empty cannons.

Instead of being used as a gun by others, it is better to strengthen my own strength and find a living place in this troubled world."

Swish! As he said that, the middle-aged man grabbed Wen Liang's neck: "I will swallow your soul first."

But when his iron palm just pressed his slender neck, he suddenly felt his whole body lost strength. Even when he pinched Wen Liang's throat, he seemed to be pinching a steel ball, and his palm hurt.

"What's going on...my power..." "The character attribute adjustment, downgraded to level 1!"

At this moment, a leisurely voice sounded, laughing: "A level 1 waste, combat effectiveness is similar to a newborn baby, who else do you want to hurt?
Chapter completed!