An Qingyu saw the blood mist and white threads floating out of the figure, and his eyes showed disbelief.
This scene was all too familiar to them.
Not long ago, Zhou Ping, who stepped into the divine realm and mastered the sword law, disappeared in the process of transforming into a Tao...
The person in front of me is also transforming into a Tao?
In other words, he also stepped into the divine realm and mastered a certain law?
An Qingyu, Jiang Er, and Jia Lan were very confused about this, but the other four people stayed in place like sculptures.
Lin Qiye, Cao Yuan, Baili Pangpang and Shen Qingzhu looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes!
The gray cloak, the white sword at his waist, and the mask with the word "王" on it... all seemed to reveal his identity.
They have seen this person.
The fourth special team of the Great Xia Night Watch, the leader of the [Mask] team, Wang Mian.
Lin Qiye would never admit his mistake. When they first entered the training camp, the [Mask] team conducted actual combat exercises with them. He even had a head-on fight with Wang Mian who had suppressed his realm.
That [Yi Yuan] is still fresh in his memory.
But the problem is... Wang Mian is just a captain in the "Klein" realm, and has not yet stepped into the realm of the human ceiling. How can he start to transform into a Tao?
What's more, he is still a young man under thirty years old. How come he suddenly looks like an old man in his sixties or seventies?
Why was he sitting alone on a small boat on the sea with a knife in his hand?
Endless doubts emerged in the minds of several people. Lin Qiye stared at the white-haired figure and said tentatively:
"King's face?"
Wow——!!
A wave hit the small boat, and the rushing water splashed up, but not a drop of water fell on the old figure. Even the inside of the small boat was not stained by water.
The figure was driving a boat and sitting on the rough sea, motionless like a sculpture.
He did not answer. Under the "king" mask, the pair of deep eyes stared at the seven people in front of him. After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes.
His right hand, full of wrinkles and age spots, gently rested on the handle of the knife at his waist.
The rolling sea came to a standstill in an instant!
The white waves are frozen on the sea, the fluttering clouds are embedded in the blue sky, the water droplets are floating in all directions, and the smooth spherical surface clearly reflects the sculptural figures of Lin Qiye.
In the hazy mist, [Yi Yuan] slowly unsheathed.
The bright blade reflected a long river of time flowing like silk, emitting a light blue light. The moment the sword was unsheathed, the old figure coughed violently again.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
Scarlet blood was coughing in the middle of the boat. His right hand clenched the handle of the knife tightly, and the blade of the knife slowly slashed towards the seven figures in the air.
Snapped--!
One foot stepped forward, stepping on the sea that was stagnant in time, causing a splash of water.
Under the "king" mask, those old eyes suddenly opened.
Among the seven people who were supposed to be frozen in time, the girl wearing a dark blue Han robe and black hair took a step forward, opened her arms, and blocked the other six people. She looked at him with a look full of vigilance and ferocity.
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Under the mask, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment, he sighed helplessly.
"Your time...I almost forgot, during this time period, you are also here."
"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Jialan said coldly.
"It doesn't matter who I am." He said slowly, "I...come to kill people."
Jia Lan's brows were furrowed, and murderous intent burst out from his eyes.
"You want to kill them? Do you dare?"
She reached out and patted the black box behind her, and the golden [Tianque] spear fell into her hands. The tip of the spear flashed with a dazzling golden light, and the surging breath caused ripples in the surrounding tranquil sea surface again.
The man shook his head.
"I don't kill everyone, I only kill one person." His old voice echoed in the air, "He must die here...otherwise, he will become a nightmare for the entire world in the future."
"who?"
The white-haired figure slowly raised his hand, pointing his fingertips at someone among the seven people.
Jialan's eyes fell on that person, and his frown deepened.
She turned back and said firmly, "I can't let you kill him."
"If he had not died, hundreds of millions of lives would have died because of him."
"I do not believe."
"I have seen."
"I've never seen it!" Jialan stared at the eyes under the mask and spoke word by word, "We are the [Night Curtain] team, and he is one of us. We have made an oath,
Will be invincible under that night...
It is impossible for me to watch my companions die in front of me because of your vague words.
I believe every one of them.
But I don’t believe you.”
Jialan held the golden spear in his hand, his eyes full of determination and determination, "Today, as long as I am still here, you can't kill anyone."
On the sea, the old man sitting alone in the boat fell into silence.
"Companion..."
He slowly lowered his head and looked at the old but spotless gray cloak on his body.
There was deep nostalgia and sadness in his eyes... His striped fingers unconsciously rubbed the corner of the cloak.
Time seems to have stopped.
In those cloudy eyes, one after another, the young figures also wearing gray cloaks and various masks were reflected, laughing and cursing...
A subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Gone in a flash.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the figure standing on the sea, holding a spear.
"You really want to stop me?"
"want."
"I came back with great difficulty."
"Then please go back again."
"I can not be reconciled."
Jialan's eyes exuded a dangerous light.
"Now that I'm here, I have to do something."
He looked at Jialan, hesitated for a moment, and then swung out the [Yiyuan] in his hand... and stabbed it into the sea below him.
Time flowed on the surface of [Yi Yuan], and was transformed into an extremely powerful and huge sword light, pouring into the seabed below the feet, and then a huge deep sea vortex spread out under everyone's feet!
The rolling seawater swept up the six figures frozen in time, poured into the vortex, and dispersed and disappeared into the depths of the ocean in the blink of an eye.
When Jia Lan saw this scene, her pupils shrank suddenly. She turned back and gritted her teeth to look at the old figure holding a long knife in his hand, holding a long spear and galloping forward like lightning!
"You can't beat me now."
He shook his head, and the long knife in his palm slashed out again. A sword light that penetrated the sky and the earth almost separated the entire sea area, and slashed on Jialan's body. Although there was no scar, the terrifying power contained in it was revealed in the blink of an eye.
Then knock it away!
Her figure disappeared from the end of the field of vision.
The chopped seawater fell from the sky like a light rain.
The figure was sitting alone on the boat, coughing violently, and slowly put the long knife back into its sheath. His pale hair was fluttering in the wind, feeling indescribable loneliness and loneliness.
A long river of time loomed behind him, and the boat under his feet moved, carrying him, and gradually disappeared above the sea.