A blade emerged from the chief steward's chest. He turned his head and looked behind him in surprise. What appeared in front of him was Chenchen holding a cicada with a tired face and a crumbling look on his face!
"Children get very angry when they wake up." Li Nu said in a ferocious voice.
Le Yu didn't miss this opportunity. He concentrated light blast with his left hand and grabbed the big manager's abdomen hard!
Biting combat method·Desolate biting!
The violent light explosion directly bit off the chief steward's waist. The chief steward's body was divided into two parts. The lower body was still in place, and the upper body flew out directly!
The chief manager fell down next to the bookshelf. There was no expression of pain or fear on his face. Instead, he looked at Zhanchan Chenchen apologetically: "Did I wake you up when the mental sea was fluctuating just now? I'm sorry. But why are you still there?
active?"
"Do you think...I will not bring the antidote...?" The raccoon slave swayed, suddenly knelt on the ground and vomited a mouthful of black blood, and then poured it directly into his own vomit.
Le Yu looked at the cicada Chenchen who fell down again, but the chief manager explained: "Jalingen has no antidote, so he can only fight poison with poison. He probably took poison, although it can neutralize Galingen."
Toxic, but you also have to withstand the toxicity of the 'antidote', but the 'antidote' will definitely not kill people."
Le Yu nodded and did not speak. Instead, he looked at the holy sword Hui Yao, which was about to be woven, and dragged the remaining body closer to it.
He never expected that he would have the opportunity to complete the task ahead of schedule.
Whether it was 'the Glory of the Holy Sword is not real' or 'the General Manager has a way to summon the Glory of the Holy Sword', it was completely beyond Le Yu's expectations and therefore not within his plan. However, fortunately, he had a chance
Be the final winner.
Just let him touch the holy sword Hui Yao.
He can end everything.
At this time, the Holy Sword Hui Yao has been woven to the end of the hilt. Le Yu forcibly suppressed the poison of Galingen, gathered his last strength, and reached out to touch the Holy Sword Hui Yao——
However, just before Le Yu touched the holy sword Hui Yao, a hand suddenly held Hui Yao.
The next moment, there was a bright and dazzling holy light, filling the entire seventh floor in an instant!
Even Le Yu couldn't bear it and couldn't help but close his eyes.
Suddenly there was a feeling of dizziness. When Le Yu opened his eyes, he found that the seventh floor had returned to its original brightness, and he was standing in front of the chief manager, not in the middle of the seventh floor where the Holy Sword was!
It was as if someone had stopped time at that moment and transported him here.
When Le Yu was about to turn around to look for the Holy Sword Hui Yao, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.
"Don't look back, your head will fall off."
Le Yu froze.
It wasn't that he was frightened, but the hand that patted his shoulder seemed to have the effect of suppressing the ice-blooded physique!
Although Leyu still felt no pain, various secondary negative feelings such as fatigue, dizziness, muscle strain, numbness and stiffness came one after another, almost drowning Leyu!
Even if it is not as good as Jing Zhengwei's last battle, Qin Leyin's body was also damaged by Le Yu tonight. He fought fiercely with a strong man, launched the Forbidden Thousand Two Hundred and One Style, and was poisoned by Galingen...
The original Qin Leyin wouldn't be able to bear such abuse.
"Huh? It's actually... I'm sorry." The person behind him let go of his hand, and the ice-blood physique was running at full capacity again? But Le Yu had already felt the strength of this uninvited guest - that was a peak that Le Yu could never compete with at the moment.
Le Yu had speculated on the principle of the 'ice-blood constitution' before, and he suspected that it was a kind of mental illness. Or? It was a disease in which mental power distorted and transformed the real body, similar to Shi Wen Laiya's 'bad disease'.
The difference is that the disease is caused by misfortune. However, the ice-blood constitution is innate. It is likely that Qian Yuliu was born with mental abnormality, which fed back to the body, causing the pain nerves to be completely severed.
Suppressing the ice-blooded physique is essentially to completely 'silence' Le Yu? It makes his spirit shrink within the body and cannot interfere with reality!
This kind of power? It is simply not a state that can be achieved by ordinary people who reach the peak!
So? He already guessed who was behind him.
The chief steward looked behind Le Yu with a "Sure enough" expression on his face: "Sword holder, you are finally willing to show up."
"I finally appeared as your master wished."
Can't tell the difference between male and female, old or young? The voice of the sword holder seems to be pronounced using the Aiki fighting method: "He will regret it."
"The president looks forward to meeting you."
"Yes? After all, we are relatives. I don't mind helping my second brother educate his unworthy descendants."
"So, our bet? I should win, right?" The chief steward smiled: "I reached the seventh floor? Completed my mission? Sword holder, is it time for you to award me a reward?"
"You didn't lose, but you didn't win either. Because the people you brought are all dead, and you are about to die, I have no one to reward you with."
The chief steward couldn't help but said: "Isn't it right? A dignified sword holder actually used loopholes in the rules to swallow the rewards he deserves?"
"Since you used loopholes in the rules to attack the Imperial Court and try to destroy my game, you should have expected that I would be more willing to see you die miserably." The sword holder said, "Do I look like a person with a good temper?"
"If I say yes, will you let me leave?"
"Do you really want to live?" The sword holder suddenly asked a very strange question.
"I didn't want to, but..." the chief steward stared at the sword holder closely: "After seeing the holy sword shine, I want to live a little longer. I still have a lot of things to do, and I am more anxious than ever.
Close to my ambition..."
"But I won't give it." The sword holder said, "I won't disturb you for the rest of the time."
Le Yu stood still and said nothing until the chief manager said: "He left."
Le Yu turned around and glanced at the empty hall, feeling melancholy in his heart. What a great opportunity, he almost encountered the Holy Sword Huiyao...
However, compared to Holy Sword Glory, there are more important things that need to be verified at the moment.
Le Yu squatted in front of the chief manager and carefully recognized his hideous face covered with scars: "Are you..."
"I'm actually surprised that you didn't recognize me right away, because I recognized you as early as when I talked to you tonight."
The chief manager smiled and said: "Perhaps this is the annoying thing about being a teacher. No matter how the students grow up, they can always associate the students in front of them with the original appearance."
"Compared with the drama of 'comrades suddenly become villains', I prefer the dramatic development of 'teachers and students who have been separated for a long time but fight each other because of their opposing stances'." The chief manager said: "You will do it for me.
It’s really the most appropriate time to bring this to an end.”
Memories and emotions like a bursting dam almost overwhelmed Le Yu's ice blood and occupied Le Yu's thoughts. For a moment, Le Yu felt that his body was out of control, as if Qin Leyin had retrieved his account through verification by a close friend and went online again.
