Piao Tian Wenxue    The sword was extremely fast. It almost blinked in the blink of an eye and pierced directly into Wuqi's chest in a flash. Wuqi's eyes suddenly condensed, and his heartbeat immediately accelerated. Even at this moment, a hint of unconcealed fear appeared on his face.

But Wuqi did not regret it, nor did he mean to resist or dodge. The fear on his face disappeared in a flash. At the same time, Wuqi immediately felt relieved, relaxed his body, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for his chest to be hit by the severe pain that was directly penetrated by the other party's holy sword.[]

What should come is still coming. Since Balk will kill himself sooner or later, it is nothing to let him kill himself now. At most, it is just a little earlier than expected. As long as the master is fine and the master is still alive in Balk's hands, even if I die hundreds of times, it is worth it.

With this thought, Wuqi's heart was no longer afraid and accepted death calmly and calmly.

But he was calm. Seeing Barke's sudden attack, Wolson could not calm down. As his body trembled, his whole body immediately shook as if he had just been blown by a cold breeze. At the same time, Wolson's nose wrinkled, and his already old face suddenly became wrinkled, making him look even older.

At this time, Balk's sword had already touched Wuqi's chest, and with a "scream", pierced a small hole in Wuqi's clothes. Seeing this, Wolson's eyes suddenly condensed, "No!!!" He let out a hoarse scream at the top of his lungs, and his aura immediately changed.

The next moment, Wolson no longer felt a sense of sluggishness on his body, and it was already dim, and his turbid eyes once again showed luster, becoming more and more vivid, and became brighter. At the same time, his face suddenly turned from black to red, with long hair windless and windless, and the breath in his body surged rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All this is slow, but when his breath seemed to be back to the peak of the master level again, the time spent in the process was only a moment.

At this moment, "Puchi!" Balk stabbed out with a sword, and finally stabbed the sharp sword tip into Wuqi's body smoothly. A wisp of blood flowed out, turning into a long bloodline and appeared on the cold sword blade.

Wuqi frowned, his facial features twisted instantly, and his face was filled with a strong look of pain, but that was all. He didn't say anything, and he didn't even mean to open his eyes. He heard Wolson's shout just now, but what if he heard it? Should he let the master see the fear expression when he was stabbed to death? Obviously not.

Besides, I don’t want to open my eyes at this moment, because Wuqi knew that once I opened my eyes, even if my eyesight was not good, he could vaguely see the master’s body trembling violently and heartbroken. This would only make him and his master’s heart even more painful. So, instead of doing this, it would be better not to look.

But Wuqi guessed wrong this time. His master Wolson was indeed very painful for the fact that he was caught, and he was almost heartbroken. But Wolson did not show it, and not only did he not show it, Wolson also made a decision in his heart as soon as possible.

Since this sword is powerless to stop it, there must be one person between you and you, so let the teacher die for you!

As soon as he thought of this, Wolson took a deep breath, and the sadness in his eyes flashed, disappeared without a trace, replaced by a increasingly strong and resolute look.

The next moment, as Balk saw his sword go down, he will take Wuqi's life directly.

But at this moment, Wolson's expression suddenly changed, and all the wrinkles on his face disappeared for no reason. At the same time, Wolson's wrinkled skin suddenly regained its elasticity and moisture for some reason. Not only did he become much younger in an instant, but he also gave people a different feeling.

At first glance, Wolson seemed to be no longer an old man, but time turned around and suddenly became a young man with smooth skin and a young appearance. Not only was he radiant, but also energetic. This was not counting. When Wolson returned to his youth, his entire aura suddenly changed, becoming more powerful than a moment ago.

If Wolson's momentum was just a small hill before, then his momentum was now a huge mountain. Even though he had not even released a trace of breath, he gave people a great sense of oppression, as if there was a mountain pressing on his heart, making people unable to breathe and almost suffocate.

Balk clearly felt the pressure behind him, and his heart was shocked and his face changed instantly, but even so, the sword in his hand did not stop there. Moreover, not only did he not stop, but he suddenly exerted force in his hand, stabbing faster and attacked more fiercely.

Seeing this, Wolson raised his hands calmly and shook it gently, and immediately wrote words in the void in front of him at a rapid speed, unlike Yun Zhihao who used the sealing technique. But unlike Yun Zhihao, Wolson's writing speed is faster at this moment, and his brushwork is more regular, horizontal is horizontal, vertical is vertical, and there is no twist at all, and it is not in a way.

At this moment, "Puchi!" Echoed with a muffled sound, Balk stabbed with all his strength, and the cold sword body suddenly penetrated Wuqi's chest again. The extremely sharp sword tip directly pierced the muscles inside, and it was completely attached to the heart that was beating violently.

Wuqi's body shook suddenly, and his brows frowned, and his expression immediately became even more painful. At the same time, a feeling called fear suddenly appeared inexplicably, like a tide, crazily impacting Wuqi's mind and destroying his soul.

When facing death, if someone says he is not afraid, then there are definitely only two types of people who will say that. One is a paranormal who sees through life and death and looks down on life, and the other is a reckless man who doesn’t know how terrible death is.

Wuqi is obviously not these two kinds of people, so he was scared again. Even compared with ordinary people, he is very familiar with the feeling of death and is even quite experienced, but every time he faces real death, he will still be afraid. Because this is instinct.

No matter how strong Wuqi is, no matter how brave he is in front of outsiders, he will never be able to change the fact that he is still the coward. A cowardly person has always been afraid of pain, suffering, and the most fear of death. Therefore, Wuqi always has a much more fear of death than ordinary people. But on the surface, he will not show it.

At this moment, Wuqi Wu was afraid of life and death on the surface, but in fact he was afraid of death in his heart, and his heartbeat continued to accelerate, accelerate, and then accelerate. But at the same time, in order to dispel the increasingly stronger fear in his heart, Wuqi also kept reminding himself in his heart: Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I can’t be afraid, and I am not afraid either.

However, Wuqi's fear is true, and he does not regret it. No matter how strong his fear of death is, it can only make his body tremble and his soul tremble, making his desire for life stronger. But if he wants to surrender his will, abandon the most cherished thing in his heart, and give up his belief for life and become a weak slave forever, that is delusion.

Wuqi is the kind of person who is both infinitely longing for life and particularly fearing death, but never doubts the belief and will in his heart, always firm and upholds principles. It seems ordinary, but it is actually particularly complicated.

The next moment, Wuqi felt an extremely familiar aura coming, which was the breath of death. His brows immediately frowned even tighter. Although his body began to tremble involuntarily and his soul became more and more afraid, Wuqi still didn't say a word, always closing his lips and eyes tightly, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

However, at this moment, when Wuqi had made all his mental preparations and completely convinced himself in his heart, so that he could muster up the courage to face death calmly, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind. It was not a voice, but a voice transmission. Wuqi was so familiar that it actually came from his master Wolson.

Little bastard.

Master!?

Wuqi heard this and was shocked in his heart, subconsciously sent a message and replied.

It's me.

Wolson's voice transmission came soon again. Wuqi heard this and was immediately surprised. He wanted to send a voice to ask Wolson's intention again, but before he could use his skills, he heard Wolson's voice transmission came again, and then said: Master has raised you for so long, teach you to recognize words, teach you to read, and teach you to be a human being. He has never taught you witchcraft before. I am really ashamed of your master.

Master, don't say that, the disciple doesn't mind these things.

Haha. Master understands. Master actually wants to teach you Master’s witchcraft, but since you learned the mantras on the Ancient Scrolls, Master has known that Master’s witchcraft no longer needs to be taught to you. Because witchcraft and mantras are originally the same lineage, and your mantras are much more powerful than Master’s witchcraft. If Master teaches you witchcraft again, it will make Master too stupid. Of course, even if Master, I want to teach you, you will not look down on it.

Master, I don't...

Master knows that you don’t think so, and I’m just talking about it. But, in fact, even if you really think so, Master won’t blame you. After all, this is human nature. You already have a better one among the two. Will you choose the one that is worse?

Master.

Haha. Wuqi. Master knows that you are kind-hearted, but Master wants to tell you another thing today: Sometimes you should not be too kind-hearted in life. Your biggest advantage is that you are kind-hearted, but your biggest disadvantage is that you are too kind-hearted. Alas... Master doesn't know whether it is right or wrong to teach you so kindly. If I had known this, Master wouldn't have let you read so many books at the beginning.

Master, don’t say that. The disciple is grateful for your teachings and will never forget them forever. You did not teach the disciple the wrong one.

With you, Master will be worth it in this life. It’s so strange. Haven’t you always wanted to see what the strongest witchcraft of a teacher is?

Ah! Master, are you talking about the kind of witchcraft you created yourself? It is completely different from the witchcraft of spells?

right.

But, Master, don’t you say that your witchcraft will never be allowed to be watched by me unless it is absolutely necessary?

Yes. Now is the time to let you watch it.

Master, the disciple doesn't understand.

You will soon understand! Watch it carefully, Wuqi! Master’s move, only once! You must remember it carefully! Master’s move is only passed on to you, you must learn it!!! Look at it! This is the most proudest trick in Master’s life: substitution skills!

As soon as this said, Wuqi suddenly opened his eyes.

Although he didn't understand why Master Wolson suddenly chose to teach his own unique witchcraft when he was about to be stabbed to death by Balk, Wuqi still forcibly threw his fear of death behind his mind. No matter whether he could see Wolson's actions clearly at this moment, he turned his eyes and turned his head to look at Wolson, who was a hundred meters behind Balk.

Seeing this, Balk suddenly showed a deep look of confusion in his eyes. He really didn't understand why Wuqi suddenly had a weird expression and looked behind him with a weird look. However, the speed of the holy sword in his hand was not stopped at all, but instead he took action more ruthlessly and faster.

At this moment, Wolson, who had been dancing in the distance, suddenly stopped his hands, and after writing a word "天" as big as a watermelon in the void in front of him, a black fog appeared out of thin air around the wound that was stabbed by the holy sword in front of Wuqi's chest, like a dark cloud, completely covering Wuqi's bloody wound, and even the sword body that was immersed in it, looking indescribable, but nothing special.

Seeing this, Balk snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed suddenly in his eyes. No matter how strange the black fog suddenly appeared, he stabbed it deeply with a sword.

But just as he stabbed his sword, "Puchi!", and completely penetrated Wuqi's chest, a strange scene suddenly appeared, without warning, and it was extremely abrupt. Balk's eyes suddenly condensed, and his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

At this moment, the sharp and narrow sword body had obviously completely penetrated into Wuqi's chest. But what was strange was that the wound on Wuqi's chest did not continue to bleed like before, but could not even see a trace of blood.

At the same time, when the sword went down, it seemed as if it wasn't piercing Wuqi at all. It didn't let Wuqi's aura disappear in half, nor did it let Wuqi die on the spot.

If it were just like this, then Barke would not be shocked. What really made his eyes burst and doubt his eyes was that after his sword body that was more than one meter long had completely disappeared into Wuqi's body, it seemed to have suddenly disappeared. It did not directly poke out of Wuqi's back, but disappeared out of thin air.

But, has it really disappeared? If it really disappeared, why can I still clearly feel the sword piercing through the flesh and blood from my hands, and the sword penetrates through my body? What's going on?

As soon as he thought of this, Balk suddenly became scared and a trace of uneasiness emerged inexplicably.
Chapter completed!