However, just when Wang Teng was secretly relieved, he suddenly felt a chill.
The woman in white frowned slightly, looked at Wang Teng and said in a faint voice: "You remember Xiao Yanzi, but you can't remember who I am?"
As the resentful words rang out, Wang Teng suddenly felt more chilled, his heart suddenly froze, and he hurriedly said: "I'm not, I didn't, you misunderstood, I knew about him through other means..."
"Speaking of which, he is actually my senior brother..."
Wang Teng hurriedly explained, and at the same time secretly thought that women are really scary, changeable, and fall out of favor too quickly.
"Your senior brother?"
The woman in white was slightly startled when she heard this, and looked at Wang Teng with a strange look in her eyes: "You call Xiao Yanzi your senior brother?"
Hearing the other party keep calling his cheap senior brother "Little Swallow", Wang Teng couldn't help but feel ashamed. It was really shocking that a legendary taboo, the taboo of taboos, was called that.
However, seeing that the woman in white was no longer resentful and the chill subsided, Wang Teng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "He once protected me, and he inherited the same method as me..."
Wang Teng said cautiously.
The woman in white glanced at Wang Teng, nodded and said, "So, the sword above Xu Mountain was left by him?"
"That's right! How could I have that ability? If I had that ability..."
Wang Teng nodded quickly, but stopped suddenly in the second half of his sentence. He wanted to say that if he had that ability, how could he have allowed you, a female gangster, to succeed and be kissed and taken advantage of by you?
However, he wisely stopped talking, fearing that he would be slapped to death by the other party.
"I see."
The woman in white nodded.
"Aren't you looking for him?"
Seeing the woman in white reacting so calmly, Wang Teng couldn't help but ask again.
"What should I do with him?"
The woman in white asked rhetorically.
"When you found me before, didn't you ask me if I had left the sword in the Xu Mountain? Aren't you looking for the person who left the sword?"
Wang Teng said in surprise.
"I just felt your breath from that sword."
The woman in white said calmly.
"..."
Wang Teng opened his mouth, was there my breath in that sword?
Could it be that a ray of his cheap senior brother's thoughts stayed on his body for too long, so it was tainted with a ray of his own aura?
So, the other party did not admit the wrong person?
Thinking of this, Wang Teng couldn't help but his eyes flickered.
If so, then who are you?
Is that the young man who has been dependent on each other throughout the years?
"who I am?"
Wang Teng murmured in a low voice, he only remembered that he came from the wasteland.
"The world calls you Shura."
The woman in white caressed Wang Teng's face and said tenderly: "You are my great hero."
"Shura..."
Wang Teng murmured in a low voice, his eyes were changing, and the sea of consciousness could not help but shake again, as if something was trying to break through the shackles and shackles, tearing his soul apart and rushing out.
"Shura..."
Wang Teng repeated his words, but a vague figure in his mind gradually became clear.
At this time, terrible scenes suddenly appeared again in all directions of the foggy sea.
The entire sea of mist shook, and bloody lightning suddenly appeared in all directions around Wang Teng.
Above the nine heavens, terrifying runic chains emerged.
…
Some unknown world.
A pair of terrifying eyes suddenly opened and closed, and the burst of light illuminated the whole world in an instant.
It shines brightly like two suns.
In those huge eyes that were as bright as the scorching sun, various astonishing images flashed.
At a glance, he seemed to be traveling through endless realms.
Finally, a shadow jumped out from his eyes, silently escaped into the void and disappeared.
…
The Godly Continent.
The shadow swordsman suddenly focused his gaze.
"Boss, what's wrong?"
Noticing the sudden seriousness in the shadow swordsman's expression, the shadow Taoist priest suddenly asked nervously: "Did something happen to that kid again?"
"He finally took action..."
The shadow swordsman's eyes flickered.
"who?"
The shadow Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed: "Is that that guy?!"
"Then what should we do? With that guy's strength, even if he doesn't cross the boundary with his real body, just a ray of will, it's not something that kid can compete with now... By the way, he has a ray of that person's will to protect him.
Just to deal with this calamity, with that person’s methods, it should be enough to stop him, right?”
The shadow swordsman's eyes flashed slightly, he shook his head and said: "His ray of will to protect the Dao has long since dispersed."
The shadow Taoist priest said in shock: "Without that person to protect the way, wouldn't that kid be dead?"
"This is his destined calamity. Only if he is immortal can he be immortal. I hope he can turn the danger into safety."
The shadow swordsman spoke.
"Are we just here and doing nothing?"
The shadow Taoist priest said anxiously: "We have been waiting for him for so many years. If he dies now, then..."
The shadow swordsman glanced at him. Under his calm gaze, there was boundless majesty.
"After millions of reincarnations, he has gathered his supreme destiny. He will not die so easily."
The shadow swordsman said calmly.
…
"Can't you bear it after all?"
In an unknown and desolate realm, a man dressed in white sat cross-legged, his hair gently blowing in the wind.
He slowly opened his eyes, and those calm eyes were as calm as a thousand-year-old deep pool.
An ancient sword lay in front of his knees. He was obviously a swordsman, but there was no aura of sharpness or sharpness about him.
The whole person was as still as still water, without any trace of cultivation on his body, and he was as ordinary as a mortal.
Looking calmly into the distance, the ancient sword in front of his knees hummed and trembled softly.
At this moment, another figure suddenly appeared next to the man in white.
This man was wearing a moon-white robe and had a tall figure. He stood tall and looked into the distance, his long hair flying in the wind. His aura was equally peaceful, but he could not suppress the strong murderous and violent aura in his body.
The smell of blood.
"Did you say that back then, Rakshasa crossed the river of time and borrowed a sword from you, and then calculated that it is the current life?"
The young man in the moon-white robe looked into the distance and said.
The swordsman in white nodded, stood up, and said, "He took action."
The young man in the moon-white robe had an indifferent look on his face, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes: "It's just a clown, just kill him!"
"I let him escape by chance in the past, but if he hadn't been unable to get out from now on, I would have sacrificed him to heaven!"
Another figure appeared, with long hair reaching his waist, walking on the coffin. There was a coldness in his eyes, and he slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said: "How about you and me refining his world? I don't care about him.
I’m very interested in that source of energy on my body.”
The person's tone was faint, and there was a trace of madness in his eyes.
The moon-white robed young man's eyes moved slightly when he heard this: "Only through blood and chaos can the breathing method be achieved!"