Du Jian knew it.
Ye Fan wanted to torture himself to death bit by bit.
As time passed by, Du Jian could clearly feel the sharp pain from the tip of the sword gradually piercing his head.
The pain spread from Tianling Gai to all limbs and bones, making every inch of the body tremble, and the pain continued to increase.
However, Du Jian was still unable to make any sound, as if a silencing spell had been cast on him.
Du Jian did not beg for mercy.
He knew it was useless to beg for mercy.
That face covered in blood was filled with despair, numbness, and a hint of...relief.
It would be better to die like this.
I was finally free from Master Ji Ming's hands.
See this.
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and when he saw Du Jian, a dead pig who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, he knew that there was nothing he could ask.
Ye Fan thought again and again, leaving a perception formation in place, and then hid in the darkness.
The purpose of setting up the perception array is to fish.
As long as Du Jian's master hidden behind the scenes detects his spiritual sense, Ye Fan can follow the clues to find the location of the other party's true identity.
but--
Ye Fan was disappointed.
Until dawn, until the blade of the giant sword penetrated deeply into Du Jian's body and took away Du Jian's life, Master Du Jian still did not appear, as if he did not exist at all.
Ye Fan couldn't help but make a divination, and the secret was deceived as always.
"Old guy, he's quite capable."
Ye Fan's face turned cold: "Don't you want the Dragon Vein Spirit? I want to see how long you can hide it!"
Say it.
The figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
At this moment, the community was surrounded by many warriors.
When everyone saw Du Jian suspended in the air as if he had been punished by heaven, they were all stunned and their scalps were numb.
There is only one thought in my mind——
Who is the mysterious strong man who killed Wu Tianxiong? He could make the ninth-grade grandmaster die so miserably!
horrible.
terrible.
Especially Wang Zong and Zhong Zhong, the earliest batch of sixth-grade peak warriors.
They watched helplessly as the giant sword sank into Du Jian's body bit by bit, and then witnessed the silent death of a ninth-grade grandmaster.
Chill ran down the soles of my feet and spread through every inch of my body.
The heaven of the Chinese martial arts world.
changed.
…
There are nine levels of martial arts.
However, there are only a handful of warriors who can truly reach the ninth level. Currently, there are only four in Hua Kingdom.
Sometimes there are more than one palm, and sometimes there are only two or even one person.
now……
The death of the ninth-grade Great Wuzong in the south will break the existing pattern. Not only will the country of China be in chaos, but other foreign warriors who covet the country of China will also be eyeing it.
As the vice president of the Donghai City Martial Arts Association, Wang Zong felt very complicated.
He knew that Daochang Ye was very strong, but he didn't expect that he was so strong that he could play with the ninth-grade Du Jian like a cat playing with a mouse.
How terrifying would Ye Fan's true state be?
Compared with Wang Zong.
Shen Shen quickly regained his composure, his face so calm that he seemed not to care about it at all, but many warriors looked over secretly.
after all.
Heavy's reputation is still very high in the martial arts world.
As the most famous Tianjiao warrior at that time, if Wu Tianxiong and Du Jian had not jointly suppressed him, I am afraid that Shan Shen would have already entered the eighth level.
now.
In the past, the two enemies all died in Donghai City. It is difficult to say that it was not cause and effect.
He turned around and left.
He wanted to tell Master Bai Jiu about this news. Once Du Jian died, the Du family in Jiangbei would no longer be a major worry, and they might even have the opportunity to rebel and seize the opponent's territory!
"Master Ye, I deeply owe you my life. I thank you for the souls of my wife and daughter..."
On the way back to Bai's house, Shen Shen finally couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart. He couldn't help but burst into tears. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.
Although they failed to kill their enemies, Wu Tianxiong and Du Jian broke the rule of "doing harm to the wife and children".
With the deaths of Wu Tianxiong and Du Jian, the burden of hiding the blood feud for thirty years will naturally come back in kind.
This unwritten rule must be followed, otherwise if you do the first grade of junior high school, others can do the fifteenth grade.
Returning to the Bai family's house, he bowed deeply outside Bai Jiuye's door, took a deep look at the Bai family's old house, and then limped away on crutches.
"well."
A sigh echoed in the old house.
Although it had just dawned, Du Jian's death had already caused huge waves in China. Even wealthy families and martial arts families in Yanjing and even the northwest and North China regions had received the news.
As a giant in Jiangnan, the Bai family received the news immediately.
Everyone in the Bai family gathered in Bai Jiuye's house, but all the Bai family members who wanted to see him off were stopped.
"Grandpa, why don't you let us out?" Bai Hui asked confused.
"Is heaviness good for you?"
"It's very good, like my second biological grandfather."
"That's why you can't go. He's going to kill someone, and you'll suffer a loss if you care about him."
"..."
Bai Hui understood.
His eyes turned red instantly: "Grandpa, what do you mean, is Grandpa Shen will never come back again?"
Bai Jiuye said nothing.
Bai Hui couldn't help crying silently.
Master Bai Jiu rubbed his granddaughter's head, and then told his daughter-in-law Zhou Ya: "Contact a plane to send all the Shen family members abroad, immediately."
"yes."
Zhou Ya didn't hesitate, let alone ask why.
Bai Jiuye watched his old friend who had known him for many years leave the Bai family heavily, and his originally straight back suddenly bent.
he knows.
From today.
There is no longer a Bai family manager in this world.
It is said that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but he has been waiting for thirty years with the hatred of killing his wife and humiliating his daughter. If Ye Fan had not killed Wu Tianxiong and Du Jian, he would have continued to wait.
But heavy...
I certainly can’t wait until the next thirty years.
"Old Shen, let's go."
There were two teacups on the small table in front of Master Bai Jiu. He filled them with tea one after another, his eyes full of condolences for his old friend.
this day.
The ninth-grade grandmaster died tragically in Donghai.
Two hours later.
Seventy-nine members of the Wu family, a northwest martial arts family located in Donghai City, were brutally wiped out.
Six hours later.
A master battle broke out in the Du family in Jiangbei.
He used his sixth-level pinnacle to kill the seventh-level Grandmaster of the Du family. No one in the Du family was alive, and blood flowed like a river.
"It's a great day today, it's such a damn great time!"
"If you kill my wife and daughter, destroy my realm, and kill my people, I will destroy the whole Wu family and the Du family. We don't owe anyone anything!"
"It's a pity that I owe no one in my life. I only owe a debt of gratitude to the Bai family and Daochang Ye. I will work as a cow in my next life to repay the debt to you two."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
He held the broken short stick heavily, leaning against the gilded but blood-stained wooden door of the Du family, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
I vaguely seem to see it.
His gentle and smiling wife kept waving to him from a distance, and his pure and lovely daughter was singing her favorite nursery rhyme.
Two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his heavy eyes, his lips trembled, and he murmured: "I finally have the nerve to come see you."
The northwest short stick is heavy.
He died of exhaustion in the Du family in Jiangbei!
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