Bring a king system into another world

Around the dark square, screens of light frantically absorbed the violent spiritual energy in the area, but as time went by, it gradually dimmed.

thump.

At the same time that the violent spiritual power disappeared, a heavy sound echoed in the square, which was very harsh.

In the center of the square, a body was paralyzed on the ground, covered with shocking scars, with bones clearly visible.

And in front of him, there was also a figure.

Beichen Jue covered the bloody hole in his abdomen, his golden spiritual power flashing as he nursed the wound to prevent him from dying due to excessive blood loss.

After all, he doesn't have the perverted resilience of Xiao Feng, he is still just a mortal body.

After confirming that his injuries had been suppressed, Beichen Jue released his left hand, golden spiritual power rose up, and turned into a long sword in his hand.

The long sword pointed straight down and locked onto the neck of the figure in front of him, emitting sharp golden light.

"You are very strong, but unfortunately you are not strong enough."

Beichen never wanted to be polite to Xiao Feng anymore. He raised his hand and stabbed his neck directly with the long sword.

He has lost his patience now, and now it is the "harvest" season.

Phew—bang!

However, the golden sword did not kill Xiao Feng on the spot. Instead, it exploded on the spot when it was less than the slightest distance from his neck.

"Huh? Brother, do you really want to die that much?"

Beichen Jue pinched his left hand, looking at the shallow scratch on it and the drops of blood flowing out of it, his face became extremely gloomy.

In the direction where he turned his head, Bei Chenhong was lying on the ground with blood all over his body, and the strands of spiritual power in his hands just dispersed.

It was Bei Chenhong who had just broken his golden sword and saved Xiao Feng.

Seeing Beichen Jue turning his attention to him, Beichenhong didn't hesitate and spoke directly.

Now his hope of survival can only rely on Xiao Feng. If Xiao Feng dies, he will not be able to live alone.

"Huhu... Brother Huang, you don't need to look at this situation to know that the victory belongs to you. In this case, why do you have to..."

However, before he finished speaking, Beichen Jue's body swayed slightly, stood in front of him, and twisted him like a chicken.

Bei Chenhong wanted to resist, but he could only make a moaning sound, almost suffocating.

"Remember me, even if you go to hell, don't forget - I, Beichen Jue, am the real Mr. Right, and you people are all bastards!"

Click.

A crisp voice sounded from Bei Chenhong's neck, but Bei Chenjue was not happy because of the voice. Instead, he frowned.

"This voice? Could it be that..."

Beichen Jue threw the unconscious Beichenhong to the side like garbage in his hands, and turned to look at Xiao Feng who was kneeling on the ground.

Just now, he felt an extremely obscure aura, and that power was enough to threaten his life.

And the direction it finally appeared was towards the motionless person kneeling on the ground - Xiao Feng!

When he moved his gaze to Xiao Feng, the first message he received was a voice full of helplessness and depression.

"There is no way, there is no way, you forced me to do this, there is no way..."

This made Beichen Jue's face look ugly. Xiao Feng said this as if he still had a hand.

Doesn't that mean that he, Beichen Jue, is not worthy of the other party's action? He will never allow such a thing to happen to him, never!

"Stop pretending, hurry up..."

boom!