The long sword pierced Jutian! Jutian couldn't believe his eyes! He was extremely shocked! This was Jinghong's swordsmanship, and there was no mistake.
Because the sudden change of reality just now has never happened once.
But never once did Jinghong hurt him.
But this time, he stabbed him in an extremely transparent and heart-warming way! This sword with a glimpse of a sword! This sword cannot kill Ju Tian! Because first, this is not Ju Tian’s true body, and second, it cannot be killed even if it is the same level as the Great Sun.
Third, Jinghong himself is at the end of his strength, and this sword is more like Luo Chen’s instructions or control.
He himself was no longer able to do it, and could not meet Luo Chen's request, or his power was finally released.
However, this sword was indeed amazing enough.
At least Jutian was destroyed along the way, let alone being injured, even his opponents were not.
But now, this sword! Ju Tian was stabbed through.
Ju Tian didn't move because Jinghong was really unable to do it, and it was difficult for him to stand.
The sword just now had time to take all his strength.
Jinghong finally slowly raised his head and looked at the crowd.
No one knows who he is looking at.
But he knew that he was watching the man who seemed inconspicuous in the crowd.
Because it was the man who taught him how to use this sword just now.
He must die.
There is no doubt about this.
He smiled at the crowd, with a hint of gratitude and a hint of relief! Then he turned around! Beizhu's body suddenly trembled.
Open his mouth.
"Zheng" Jinghong did not look back, but only left a back for everyone.
He raised his hand and waved.
Only his back view, he stopped the North Lord's words and interrupted the North Lord.
Let the North Lord swallow the words behind him.
Then he walked towards the Endless Abyss freely! "I'm leaving!"
Jinghong's voice was not loud.
Then he walked step by step towards the endless abyss.
Standing in front of the abyss, he was staring at the abyss! Then he raised his footsteps! He planted a green onion, and his whole body head down, plunged directly into the endless abyss! The sword shattered inch by inch, turning into crystal light and scattered everywhere.
Except for Jutian's chest, blood flowing, as if Jinghong had never come to this world.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
April 29th! Endless Abyss, Jinghong died in battle! Jutian's wild and terrifying roar was like a dark cloud, and it kept pressing on everyone's hearts.
The North Lord still didn't speak.
He was still standing there quietly, as if he was numb.
Then he turned around and could see that the Beizhu's back was more hunched and his waist was bent than before.
At this moment, he was like an old man bent over, he seemed to have a crutch! And at this moment, Ju Tian endured the pain and raised his hand.
Boom! He grabbed the sharpening stone from the air! Then he raised his sword and fell, and he used his hand to sharpen the sharpening stone! This was a manifestation of strength and his provocation! Soon, a crutch was cut out by him.
Then he swung his fingers and the crutch shot away! Sigh! The crutch shot in front of the North Lord.
The crutch was inserted in front of the North Lord, and the North Lord was moving forward just now.
But at this moment, he hit the crutch in front of him.
This made the North Master unstable, and he tripped the crutches under his feet and fell to the ground.
This scene silenced the entire Peking University universe.
This is a joke! The North Master got up with difficulty.
"I've given it to you!"
This is humiliation! Because Jutian just killed the good brother of the North Lord.
This whetstone is the remains.
However, Ju Tian gave the relics to the North Master, and even caused the North Master to fall.
This is obvious, it is embarrassing the North Lord.
No one with blood can stand this stimulation and humiliation.
But the North Lord stood up tremblingly, then held the crutch, finally turned around, raised his head, and looked up at Jutian.
"Thank you."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Jutian's rage laughter rang again.
The thunderous rain fell, and the raindrops whipped on the North Master.
The North Master walked out step by step with a crutch.
There is also only one back! The entire Peking University universe is in silence and silence.
The rain is very heavy! It seems like it is connected into lines.
The North Lord was soaked like a chicken that fell into a soup.
He returned to the yard, with mud and dirty things on him.
Even such heavy rain did not wash away the sludge from his body.
It’s not that the rain was not heavy enough, but that when he just passed by the alleys and streets, too many people threw sludge at him.
One after another.
Some hit his face, some hit his head, some hit his eyes.
The north master did not go to wipe it, but just let the rain wash it.
Let the sludge sputter on itself.
Julong sat in the yard, watching the scene quietly, with cigarettes in his hand, asking for it from the royal city.
The moment he crossed his legs and waited for the North Master to enter the door, he sneered.
"Satisfied?"
"All dead!"
"Are you satisfied?"
The North Lord didn't speak, as if the North Lord was just a pool of mud and could not support the wall! Such a person is the most annoying and cannot enter the oil and salt.
And Julong became popular all of a sudden.
"You speak!"
"Say it!"
"Are you dumb?"
"Why don't you take action?"
"Is it true that one day when I die, you will only watch it?"
The north master still didn't say anything, but walked to the kitchen and started fiddling with the pots and pans.
"Are you still in the mood to cook?"
"Your good brothers are all dead, and now only the second uncle is left!"
"Is it because he dies that you will wake up?"
Julong blew up.
This is indeed too annoying.
The Lord of the North seems to have no feelings and no loyalty.
When the person dies, the North Lord will not feel any sadness or any emotional fluctuations.
But I went home and started cooking.
How ridiculous is this?
Luo Chen and others were back too.
And outside the door, there were not only them, but also the messenger of the Great Yin God! "The Decree of the Great Yin God!"
"The Lord of the North immediately handed over the North border!"
"What did you say?"
When Ju Long heard this, he became angry.
"Support the North?"
Julong kicked the stool in front of him, then stepped out and came directly to the messenger.
The messenger was arrogant and Julong was extremely furious.
"You say it again?"
Julong raised his palm.
Obviously he is preparing to kill someone.
"Little Dragon!"
Yi Bo Yuntian stepped forward at this moment and grabbed Ju Long's hand.
"Uncle II, what do you want to hear him say?"
"Support the North?"
"That's our home, that's our roots!"
"Now, you actually want to hand it over?"
The messenger sneered and stared at Julong and spoke.
"This is the decree of the Great Yin God. Do you dare not obey?"
"Believe it or not, I copied it?" "Little Dragon!"
"It depends on your father's arrangement for this matter."
Yi Bo Yuntian spoke.
"Take it away."
The North Lord put his hand in the stone basin at this moment, and he was washing vegetables.