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"No, did my patriarch invite someone to come?"

Amid Wen Yan's smile, the black-haired boy in an ancient robe shook his sword with a long sword in his right hand. The sword edge was like a dragon, trembling constantly. The enemy surrounded him, but his calm posture made many people present tremble subconsciously. The eyes of looking at the boy were slightly different.

He didn't know that this is one of the eight famous Japanese masters. Is this the main home of my family?

He didn't know that there was the most powerful sacrificial weapon in Japan here - Shin?

He didn't know that sitting here, the leader of the Jiumo family, who is the best in the world, is Jiumo Yusuke?

Under everyone's surprise, admiration, or sarcastic eyes, Chen Fei raised his right hand slightly, and the long steel sword of "Qing" pointed at the ugly face like Fulong's fangs. Jiuwo Yusuke, his dark eyes were cold and 'super'. [Almost all books I want to read are stable, much faster than ordinary stations, and there is no advertisement for the full text.]. The update is very fast. "I have arrived at this time. Jiuwo's ​​patriarch, can I release that incompetent disciple?"

Chen Fei's calm voice made Yu Yusuke's body tremble slightly. His black pupils, as narrow as a knife, looked up and down, and his mouth slightly raised, and he let out a slightly disdainful sneer: "Ha~ Your disciple? Yuui Hayato?"

“Yes~”

As if he couldn't understand the faint murderous intention in Yusuke's words, Chen Fei smiled helplessly, his right hand relaxed slightly, and the long sword in his palm whistled and inserted it into the ground. His slender fingers pointed in one direction, and explained to Yusuke with a bit of sincerity:

"Although I just taught him a few sword techniques at will and never passed the truth to him, he is at least my disciple. [Almost all books I want to read are, which are much more stable than ordinary websites and updates are faster. There are no advertisements in the full text.]..."

"You treat him like this, it's really hard to be a master~ I'm a head of my family for a long time..."

Sneak ~

Just as Chen Fei's words had not yet fallen, two cold blue arcs fell toward Chen Fei's neck, and they flew over the ends of the boy's hair like a butterfly, lifting a few ink-colored broken hair. As the falling broken hair was fluttering, the two arcs slashed together behind Chen Fei, and the violent aura was like an erupting volcanic slurry cutting the ground behind Chen Fei into pieces.

"See it..."

The low voice made Chen Fei pause slightly. In front of him, Yui Yusuke, who had a majestic and heavy face, whispered calmly. In front of him, two middle-aged men in black kimono held the steel swords with mysterious inscriptions slanted. At this time, they were quietly retreating behind Yui Yusuke, standing with their eyebrows down and their heads down. Just like two lifeless stone sculptures, it would be difficult to detect if they were not paid attention.

"Or you have some strength, but the sacrifice artifact and sacrifice are the real power. I think of you and Hayato having some 'intimacy' relationship, I can't kill you." As if I had lost all my interest, Yu Yusuke held the family sacrificial artifact--instantly, he turned around indifferently, and a little disappointment and a sense of exploration flashed in his eyes. ←→x79 Novel Network

With Shin's perception of the priest's cultivation, he could clearly sense that Chen Fei had no extraordinary power at all. At best, he was just a stronger mortal. There might be something strange about Shisanro. After dealing with Hayato's affairs, he would go and see his situation personally.

The thoughts in my mind changed slightly, and Yusuke slowly walked out. In front of him, all the priests of my family leaned over to make way. The tall figure of the middle-aged man slowly disappeared at the end of the road, and only a calm and calm voice slowly fell.

"Break the limbs and throw them down the mountain."

"yes!"

Amid the low voice of response, a priest from my family who had long been famous slowly surrounded Chen Fei. The faint inscription on the "sacrificial weapon" of a knife or sword in his hand was flickering, releasing a terrifying and violent aura.

"Ha~ break the limbs? Throw down the cliff?"

Looking at the unkind faces in front of him, Chen Fei's smile slowly retracted, and his right hand gently grabbed the hilt of the long sword that was buzzing on the ground. A dark light leaped on the sword body, accompanied by the solemn sword roar, the light in the boy's eyes became more and more dull.

...Even the God of War doesn't have such a big tone~..

Sneak~ The sword tip was pulled up, and his wrist was slightly raised to point straight ahead, and Chen Fei raised a hint of rebelliousness at the corner of his mouth.

"bring it on!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The brilliant light accompanied by the power of the sacrificial texts moved the world. The thunder in the sky responded to the call. The purple light raged on the mountain, causing roar.

Step, step, step ~

The roaring sound of thunder slowly ceased, and a young man in an ancient black robe walked through the quaint corridor. Behind him, the priests with extraordinary power were piling each other, without any sound. On the earth beside him, the broken swords and swords were inserted into the ground, and the wind kept sobbing.

In the ancient and majestic house, the head of my family, Yujie, sat cross-legged on the ground, with a sword-shaped sacrificial weapon that had been passed down for thousands of years on his knees. The ancient bands and the ancient sword sheaths had a fearsome and fierce killing aura. In the long breathing sound, countless sacrificial texts on the sword body flashed with purple thunder light, and they responded to it more than just reads;.

"Your master is here."

Without any warning, Yume Yusuke said calmly, his black pupils, as narrow as a knife, were still closed, and he did not look at the face of his words, "I didn't kill him" in an instant.

"Maybe he can survive."

"Of course, if you are better than me, he will definitely be able to survive."

Just after this sentence fell, Yusuke Jiuwo clearly felt the despair and hatred that permeated his son. The corner of his mouth gently raised, and a calm but light bloody smile appeared.

Like a wolf.

Cultivate your descendants in a cruel way and let them understand the true laws of this world.

This is the fate of my family for a long time, and it is also the reason why it can be passed down for thousands of years and will never die.

The slightly closed eyes were completely closed, and Yusuke's mind was completely devoted to the sacrificial vessel placed horizontally on his knees. The sacrificial texts on the sword body, which were as thin as tadpoles, lit up instantly, and flowed in the purple 'color' lightning-

The ideal mind controls the flow of tools!

After a long time, my family's method of inheriting the tools was practiced to great success. It is said that it has an incredible terrifying effect. According to the original secret treasure, even an ordinary long sword could also perform an extremely powerful sacrifice method without being limited to the sacrificial artifacts that you are familiar with.

However, for a long time, no one has reached such a state in my family, and later generations have always thought it was just the imagination of their ancestors.

Buzz buzz ~

But at this moment, the lightning flashing on the sword suddenly shattered, and the slender sword body was buzzing on Yusuke's knees, as if he had his own wisdom.

tread!

(Thanks to Zhong Er for this is a terminal illness, Xiaoxing Stone, Love De Aria monthly ticket, thank you ~)
Chapter completed!