"Junior brother..."

The last sentence of Nagan in his most beautiful years has been lingering in Rong Kun's ears.

He couldn't understand what the sentence meant, was it blame, was it helplessness, or was it nostalgia?

(What exactly is it?!)

Rong Kun and his master were thinking about this issue on the way back to Shennong Valley. Even when they returned to Shennong Valley, they were still thinking about it, so much so that he forgot how he returned to the room?

Think about it... Think about it...

As he thought about it, Rong Kun felt his eyes wet, his throat choked, and he suddenly hugged his head and cried wildly. He stopped for a short while.

Repeated and repeated.

His crying seemed too small among the high-rise buildings in Shennong Valley, at least much smaller than the quarrel between his master and his uncle.

Rong Kun started crying again: "Ahhhhh!! Senior sister... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so curious!! I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Yes…curiosity always kills cats.

...

It was obviously a few steps away from Shennong Valley. Rong Kun heard that the entire village in the nearby mountains had plague and large areas of people died.

Children like to show off. After half a year of traveling to the world, he has saved many people and received a lot of praise. At this time, he certainly wants to go and see such a big thing.

However, the dozens of corpses crawled out of the grave made the child so scared that his legs were weak and he couldn't walk.

They are originally dead people, and even if they are killed by Nagan, it is useless. If they die again, they will die.

If the master hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid that Nagan and Rong Kun from Shennong Valley would have all died there.

It’s a pity... it’s still one step late!

...

"Dao Zheng, be prepared and come to Nagan's grave." Uncle Master stood at the door with a blue face, and then turned around and left after leaving a coldly words.

Rong Kun couldn't answer his pained throat, but he just stood up silently.

The master was also standing at the door. He just whispered a few words in Rong Kun's ear, then shook his head and sighed and left.

The road from the tall building to the qinzhong Road from Nagan was not far away. Rong Kun thought about it for a long time but cut off his pain.

With three thousand, five hundred and sixty swords, he didn't know if he could survive, but he wanted to survive.

"ah!!!"

He was shouting every knife, wanting to shout out all his emotions!

...

The extreme punishment in Shennong Valley will leave scars that will never be removed on people. Those who are tortured need to spend their entire lives repent.

Rong Kun looked at the scar on his body, regretting it was slowly covered up by anger: "Why! Why can't I learn martial arts? If I could do it, my senior sister wouldn't... she wouldn't die!"

Rong Kun is still Rong Kun, and there will be new ones.

One person studies medicine and the other person learns martial arts, this will not change.

However... it’s not the only place in Shennong Valley that can learn martial arts!

...

Memories flashed by. Thirteen had been entangled with the Red Blood Forest in this life, and every turning point in his life had the Red Blood Forest.

From youth to youth, if he hadn't seen the Red Blood Forest in the Great Snow Peak, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to provoke, nor would he become the target of public criticism, nor would he have...

Too many won't.

"roar!!!"

Thirteen roared like a beast, pinching his hands firmly, and pushing them upwards, three dark blue sword energy rose up in his spine, standing side by side on his head.

The sword energy is more than two feet long, which is equivalent to the thirteenth spine. It is old and simple, dull, and seems to have no edges, and is hidden in it.

Wan Li Xinkuan's pupils were enlarged, and he said to himself: "Sword of Heaven and Earth!"

The Heaven and Earth Sword is the final change of the Fantasy Cloud Sword Technique.

Life is between heaven and earth. The feet can step on the ground and the head can reach the sky. It is entirely supported by the spine.

Wan Li Xinkuan heard that this sword technique was only used by the sect leader of the non-Dao Sect and the legendary elders!

Whether it is the sect leader or the elder, Thirteen is not as old as the age of the Thirteen. Maybe they can use their closed disciples as an explanation, but this door has been closed for a while, right?

Seeing that the zombies were only ten steps away, Thirteen rushed out towards the zombies with three sword energy. In just an instant, several zombies were swept into pieces by three sword energy.

Thirteen continued to go deeper, he wanted to know what it felt like after being surrounded by these things... just the living zombies surrounding him could not resist the power of the Heaven and Earth Sword at all!

Broken hands and feet, broken bodies, dark green juice spread everywhere.

Compared with the mighty and fierceness of the predecessors, the feelings of a few young people are not very good.

The only ones who still have combat effectiveness are Zhou Tianyu, Chen Tingting, and Huang Guiyun. They are three-legged three-legged tripods, surrounding the unconscious Lin Dafeng and Wanli, who are powerless.

Chen Tingting said quickly: "Ah Huang, hurry up and kill these monsters!"

"Don't call me Ah Huang!" Huang Guiyun shouted, and then immediately softened, "I... I don't know how to use it! Mr. Wan, don't you have hidden weapons? Take it out and use it!"

Wan Lixin looked puzzled: "The power of the thunderbolt is too fierce, and such a distance may hurt us."

Zhou Tianyu could release his sword energy several times, but once he passed, his internal strength was a little less, and he could not use it as unscrupulously as the Fantasy Cloud Sword Technique of the Feidao Sect.

The controller of the zombies had already received the order to capture them alive, but he just manipulated the zombies to slowly move towards them, without intending to take action.

The three of them dared not act rashly and destroy the existing protective circle, otherwise the scene would be chaotic, and even Lin Dafeng, who was extremely tall, would not be enough for the countless living zombies in front of him.

Huang Guiyun shouted: "Uncle Thirteen, help me!"

The boy's final choice was to call Thirteen. After all, he was able to save the boy's life every time his life was at stake.

Thirteen also gave Huang Guiyun a great face and immediately flew out of the zombies, bringing up many incomplete bodies. The only remaining sword of heaven and earth disappeared after clearing out the zombies closest to everyone.

This wave of attacks is full of momentum, but its effect is very small. Even if the head is broken, the living zombies can still act, not to mention the hands and feet, and there is no impact at all.

Only those corpses that were beaten to pieces could not continue to move forward and could only twitch on the ground.

Thirteen's head was all wet, and his blue-white uniform was dyed with various colors.

Thirteen of his heads, half long and half short, pulled off his robe, and put them on his breathing suit. He wiped the blood on his face with his robe and smiled at several young people, "Don't you play?"

Several young men looked at the grim seniors and didn't dare to speak.

Blood... Shura? Huang Guiyun remembered what Thirteen said on the Wanchao Merchant Ship...

After venting the first wave of anger, he calmed down a little. The actions of the zombies made him guess some people's intentions, otherwise one or two hundred zombies in the circular hall could kill them by just stepping on them.

When the undefeated general Zhao Zilong rushed into Cao's army to save his master, Cao Mengde was reluctant to kill him.

(Want to catch the quilt? Just let it be fun!)

Thirteen moved his muscles and bones a few times, and with a boost of luck, the thin golden protective energy covered his body.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!