Violent Dan Zun

  Chapter 1837 He Long’s Death (1)

  There was a glimmer of light in Chen Xuan's eyes, and the surrounding aura quickly condensed to the freezing point. Chen Xuan was like a ghost and languidly leaning against the tree and staring at He Long.

  He Long felt regret and hatred in his heart as if he had knocked over a barrel of poison. Damn you Er, and I'm also damned. Why provoke such a chopstick.

   "You... I said!" He Long felt his knees vacillate, as if it were just a mass of cotton and not his knees. After a puff, Chen Xuan knelt down, and Chen Xuan stared at He Long coldly, calmly.

   "There are still two seconds, don't want your left arm!" Chen Xuan smiled miserably, his pale face was bloodless under the scorching sun, and He Long's heart trembled as he saw it.

   "You..." He Long was so scared that he couldn't speak, but the drops of sweat went straight down. At this time, He Long still looked like a half-centred pride, just like a frightened bird, as long as he saw Chen Xuan's heart, he couldn't stop the fear.

"Huh! I don't know what it is!" Chen Xuan said coldly, and then moved with the shadow again. The long shadow under the sun was like the ghost of the Dark Night Dance, and the Jialan sword was like the hand of a demon. He usually tore apart He Long's left arm fiercely.

what!

  He Long exclaimed, his complexion was so terribly distorted, his heart was squeezed with intense pain, causing his blood to stop flowing. At this time, he himself heard the sizzling sound in the bones. He was frightened...

  If it was a series of coincidences before, I was blown away by the wind, and I hadn't blocked Chen Xuan's first sword when he was not ready. This time, there was no luck.

   Chen Xuan's strength is really strong and abnormal, I am afraid that he will turn into a pile of minced meat in the blink of an eye. He Long guessed secretly in his heart. But what can I do?

   "Hmph, you still have time to think about it. Once the time is up, you should worry about your right leg!" Chen Xuan's cold voice sounded faintly, bloodthirsty like a beast staring at a rabbit.

   Tell this kid? If he said it, he would definitely not dare to return to the Snow Mountain Sect. Jiang He will definitely chase him madly, and he knows the disposition of his great master best.

   But not to mention, I am afraid that my current self will immediately become a pile of minced meat.

   "Hmph! It seems that you are really persistent! I like the most persistent person..." Chen Xuan's tone was more teasing, and there was a faint smile on his face.

"My Jialan sword seems to like to drink your blood very much, so the more persistent you are, the more excited the sword in my hand will be." Chen Xuan's mouth curled up into an extremely strange arc, and his white face Still expressionless, only two black pupils seemed to glow with green light.

  He Long felt that as long as he looked at each other, as if he had fallen into an endless ice cellar, his heart began to tremble involuntarily. Damn it! He Long scolded secretly in his heart, now shouldn't be the time to be afraid.

  I must come up with a method within the time of a stick of incense. If not, then what is waiting for me is the kind of pain that makes him want to die. Did it really betray Jiang He?

  How will you survive afterwards? I have broken both arms, if I offend Shang Jianghe again...

   "It seems that you are really stupid enough." Chen Xuan spit out this sentence calmly, his face was full of sarcasm, and this sentence was like a knife cut in He Long's heart.

stupid? I have always been the proud son of heaven. When was anyone said stupid?

  Huhuhu...

  He Long gasped and said nothing. His chapped lips wanted to ask questions at this time, but because the blood was gushing out like the water of a big river. At this time, he was powerless to speak, and could only stare at Chen Xuan with begging eyes.

  He was constantly surging with a thought, where did he offend Chen Xuan? He just cursed Chen Xuan, but he used two arms as a price. I'm out of luck today!

   "You still have half a stick of incense, think about it, it's not appropriate to sacrifice your life to your Lord Jianghe!" Chen Xuan did not continue to remain silent after spitting out these words lazily.

   "Do you think if you don't speak, you can still return to the Snow Mountain Sect? Can you return to Jiang He? Will Jiang He accept a handicapped person?" Chen Xuan's eyes were full of coldness, but his lips actually rose slightly. He was still laughing!

  He smiled and pronounced the death sentence for the only result he was expecting in his heart. He Long's eyes were as big as a copper bell, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. Even Chen Xuan could hear the sound of his heart beating, and the sweat on his face was even more proliferating.

  His earth-like complexion made Chen Xuan's heart secretly happy. The white shirt of the Snow Mountain Sect has been tortured with blood stains by Chen Xuan at this time, very good! This is what I want, Snow Mountain Sect one day, you will become like Chen Mansion...

   Chen Xuan's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty hatred, but then it was replaced by the meaning of ice that seemed to be under the Nine Nether. He Long was still immersed in his own imagination at this time, he seemed to see the future.

After seeing him return to the Snow Mountain Sect, the trash he had tortured was dying to torture him in the same way. He seemed to see Jiang He sneering at him, throwing him out of the Snow Mountain Sect like garbage. Zongmen.

  What can you do if you are disabled? Correct! And it is very likely that this will end! Jiang He never raises useless people, if he is useless to Jiang He, then he is not far from death.

   And I have offended so many people, can I easily die?

   "Okay! I said!" He Long's eyes at this time were firm that had never been seen before. The long sword that Chen Xuan had just raised was taken back at this time, "You said it earlier!"

  Chen Xuan said with a sneer, a trace of fear flashed in He Long's eyes.

   "In fact, Master Jiang He said that there is a marrow pill here, although it is just a legend. But the effect of marrow pill is very great, even the legend is worth our time to run!"

   "People who are rumored to have taken Ning Marrow Pill..."

  He Long was interrupted by Chen Xuan coldly before he finished speaking.

   "Anything else?" After Chen Xuan quietly uttered these words, He Long opened his eyes and looked at Chen Xuan in surprise. Isn't this child not interested in the news of Concentration Pill?

   "No... no more... the concentration pill is..."

what!

  He Long was halfway talking, and another strong tingling was forced towards him. His muscles seemed to be contracting hard, and at this time he could clearly feel that his mental strength was about to reach the limit of collapse.

  And his own vitality, even He Long himself felt that he was passing quickly. How to do? Can I just wait for death? He Long had never had such a fear in his heart. Such a fear was like a ghostly hand grabbing his heart.

   "You..." He Long looked at the wound on his abdomen stabbed by Jia Lan Jian, and raised his hand with difficulty to question Chen Xuan.

   "Hehe! Do you know what kind of people are most likely to die? Chen Xuan quietly spoke, and instead of eager to reveal the answer, he asked He Long. He Long's heart twitched, and he cried out badly.

  How can I believe this demon?

   "Huh! Your news is of no use to me. It's not that the wicked are the easiest to die! It's not that the good guys are the easiest to die! It's just waste..." Chen Xuan stared at He Long mockingly, with a sneer on his face.

"By the way, I have already swallowed the Ningsui Pill! If you don't have some information available, then you really can only die!" Chen Xuan looked at He Long with a pity, but the gloom in his eyes There is no convergence.

   "You... what do you want to know?"

  He Long's voice trembled at this time, his face was full of fear.

   "What is your position in the Snow Mountain Sect? How many things can you know?" Chen Xuan tore a piece of white cloth from his arm that had just been severed. Then he wiped his sword secretly, and asked coldly.

   "I am the close minister who sat down by Lord Jiang He, and also his personal disciple! In the Snow Mountain Sect, apart from Lord Helan and Lord Jiang He. There is also the strong man behind that only exists in the legend, it is me!"

  He Long looked at Chen Xuan's figure, and his eyes began to look trance. It may be because of too much blood loss in my body, and my Dao mental strength seemed to have been completely suppressed before, and I felt that my body was weaker than ever before.

   "Hmph! That's pretty useful." Chen Xuan smiled coldly, a glint flashed in his eyes, and reinserted the Jialan sword into the scabbard, raising his eyes to stare at He Long.

  I don’t know why the more Chen Xuan looked at him, the more he felt safer. Even at this moment, his heart seemed to be squeezed to burst open by that powerful aura.

  Probably because of Chen Xuan's words! Only waste is the easiest to die.

"Then I want to know what happened between He Lan Chong and He Lan Yu'er and He Lan Heng!" Chen Xuan's eyes were full of bloodthirsty chills. As soon as he thought of this, his imperial aura suddenly exploded. open. Toward He Long...

  At this time, the atmosphere around the fruit forest almost dropped to freezing point, and He Long felt as if he was going to be driven crazy by this momentum. Just opening his mouth wide and panting wildly can he keep the last touch of peace.

   "You...how did you know this?" He Long regretted it as soon as he said this. Doesn't it mean you are looking for death if you ask yourself this way? But it has been a long time since no one has mentioned the matter of family fighting, and because this matter is also a forbidden thing within the sect, there is no one who dares to touch the negative scales of Sect Master Helan.

   "This incident is not so long in the past, do I remember it strange?" This time Chen Xuan did not punish He Long, but there was a trace of sadness in his words.

Humph! Only two years have passed since this incident, and the world at this time actually feels that it is an old thing. The two names Helan Yuer and Helanheng, I'm afraid they will disappear in the minds of the world forever.

  As for the Chen Mansion, for those superiors, it was just an ant that they pinched to death. Who would remember?

   "Haha..." Chen Xuan actually laughed miserably, every laughter seemed to contain deep sadness and endless hatred.

  (End of this chapter)