I Have a Wolf Sword Saint System

The red and black miasma suddenly collided with the glowing blue sword aura, and the force that collapsed at the confrontation spread out in circles, knocking out all the debris around the two.

In the end, Qi Kun's last trace of spiritual power was completely exhausted. Before being slashed by Langren, he looked into Langren's eyes.

"I lost, but you can't escape."

Bang!

The sword qi dissipated, and the miasma qi was slashed, Qi Kun's body exploded in an instant, turning into a sparse spirit, and floating away.

His last sword exhausted all the power to stabilize his own structure, and he could only do this--

The spirits were rotating in the air in a regular manner, gradually rising into a spell.

Langren looked at the charm, with an unclear premonition in his heart.

At the moment when the spell was formed, Langren’s sea of ​​consciousness suddenly tore a gap, and at the same time a gap appeared in front of the spell. A huge attraction appeared from it. He wanted to gradually **** in the spell, and the spell seemed to have Spirituality, desperately wanted to break free from the shackles of the cracks.

But no matter how hard it struggles, it is slowly being sucked in by the crack, and most of the spell has entered the crack, revealing half of it in Langren's sea of ​​consciousness.

Just when it was about to be completely swallowed, only a hissing sound, the charm directly tore itself into two halves, one big and one small. The small one broke away from the attraction and turned into a stream of light when the big one was absorbed. Escape to the sky, disappear in an instant.

Langren watched them stalemate until they broke, weakly kneeling on the ground and almost unable to move.

At the end of the fight, the counter-shock force shook his right arm, and at the same time evacuated all his strength, leaving only a little mental strength to maintain his mind.

"What it is?"

The crack closed, and the broken spell had been locked in Langren's sea of ​​consciousness, and was entangled and blocked by the black shot extending from the deep sea.

"As you guessed, this is the core spell for constructing clones. It contains a thin [construction] formula that can slightly strengthen the structure of the sea of ​​consciousness."

When explaining the system, the black tentacles directly shredded the spell violently, each wrapped in a fragment and retracted into the sea.

"It takes a while to digest the formula."

After the system prompted a sentence, he fell silent, Langren greeted the meditating karma fire, and his consciousness returned to his body.

Fatigue, pain, hunger and the cold in the wild quickly eroded Langren's nerves, making him want to sleep with his eyes closed.

"Pain..."

Langren held his left hand and broke a right arm at a weird angle. He landed on the top of his head, arching his body like a maggot, and then put his knee under his chest to stabilize the center of gravity, draped in a strip of cloth that was broken into pieces in the battle The tattered clothes knelt and straightened up.

Suddenly the cold light on the ground in front of him shook his eyes.

A black iron sword with a width of three fingers and a length of about seventy centimeters was lying quietly on the ground.

Langren crawled over and held out the iron sword with his left hand.

......

"hiss--"

As if holding a handful of hot soldering iron, Langren retracted his hand in pain, looked at his palm, and was already burned.

"Can't you take it away?"

The system was silent for a while, and then prompted: "The symbiote rooted in the sea of ​​consciousness has absorbed some formula states."

Langren understood after listening, wrapped his left hand in black slurry, and then held the long sword.

Now I can only feel the scorching heat, and I can pick it up with a little patience.

After adapting to the temperature in his hand, Langren stood up with his sword, looked around, limped and left in one direction.

The sky above his head gradually dimmed.

"So you want to say that this vanguard... is a traitor?"

The narrow interrogation room greeted a position it never dared to think of.

Sitting on the chair was Xiao Yanliang who had been injected with the inhibitor, and the person who interrogated him across from him was a person who sat on his level.

"A C-rank vanguard captain can go through five moves under your hand and hurt you... This is surprisingly suspicious, but he is still doing things for us before you come."

"During the Pingrong Trial, more than a dozen Yuhua Immortal Cultists were assassinated, and one person slaughtered the Guan Jian stronghold of more than 40 people. Half of them were people of his same level."

"Do you think we don't know this kind of anomaly? How many suspicious identities in the barracks, why we let them in, I don't believe you don't know the reason."

"So... let's talk about it, this matter can be big or small, as an old friend, I urge you to tell the truth."

After a long time, the door of the interrogation room opened and the interrogator walked out of it.

"Did you say it?"

Asked while sitting outside by the door.

"Oh no, what about Shura's information?"

"C-level...Don't look at me, it's c-level. The comprehensive combat power is comparable to the mid-level b-level. No matter which area is the top-notch attribute, there is a problem. Fujiteraki said that he and the Ming family have enemies."

"Ming family...they seem to be something wrong recently, right?"

"I went out to sea in secret...you are pulling away."

"This is also a breakthrough. Discuss with the old man and find out the family."

The man sitting at the door glanced at the interrogator.

"I want to check it early. They really thought no one knew about Ming Huanzhao's disappearance in Gutai City? It's not the time yet.

"This royal family has been pushed to the door of the house. Isn't it time?"

"The royal family is also forced. You and I know it, so don't talk about it."

"That guy Arnold... really has a brain problem. If I think the old man shouldn't have left him with that half of his brain, now he's a living brain."

"People's brain damage is also s-level, you can't even compare to it."

"Keep some love on your lips..."

. . . . . .

Cough-

Langren lying on the ground suddenly coughed violently, his lungs...

He coughed up the finely coagulated blood.

"Really...Is there really no one in this wilderness?"

Because of his weak physique and excessive consumption, Langren insisted on walking for a mile before falling to the ground.

It may be because the battle between him and that person was too dynamic, and scared all the surrounding animals away. So far, Langren has not encountered a thing that can be killed.

The night wind blew, and the coolness penetrated into his skin, Langren couldn't help but shiver, and then he squeezed the sword in his hand tightly, trying to absorb some temperature.

After lying on the ground to rest for a while, Langren got up again and walked slowly. Fortunately, he could see through passively to enhance his senses, and he could still see the road clearly in the dark forest, lest he would be tripped by the vines.

"The sword is so heavy..."

He thought, had the thought of discarding.

But he needs this sword. If he can encounter any life, he can use it to kill the opponent without realizing the Huangquan Sword in order to recover from his injuries.

He needs to keep going ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then save some strength to swing his sword.

I don't know how long he has been walking, maybe only ten minutes, Lang Ren panting tiredly, resting on the tree trunk for a while.

There is a shadow ghost’s protection from the light, and the mental power in the dark has been recovering, but due to various physical reasons, the recovered mental power is quickly worn away by "sensation", and now it can only barely maintain it. Consciousness.

For the first time, he felt how tired it was to be mentally dragged.

He began to miss the sense of lightness and slaughter in Pingrong City ten hours ago.

"Please... no matter who is good..."

Langren roared in a low voice and moved forward again.

Come out and let me kill...

Langren leaned forward with his sword, his eyes full of eager flames.

Rustle

The sound of the wind blew his ears, and Langren suddenly stopped.

'what sound? ’

Langren closed his eyes and concentrated on the little remaining energy, listening to the whispers of the wind.

Puff

Inhale

Heartbeat, breathing?

Langren slowly approached, like a hungry ghost in the dark, without making a sound.

Muffled!

Passing a distance silently, what you sense...is it fear?

Is it human?

This nervous, young heartbeat.

Langren couldn't help it anymore, and suddenly rushed out, bringing out a thin figure from the bushes and pressing it on the ground, with the long sword in his hand raised high.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah -"

The screams of horror cut through the quiet night sky, and Langren was like a beast who couldn't feel the pain. He pressed the girl's head with his broken right hand, forced her to expose her slender neck, and then inserted the long sword held in her left hand.

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