The blond man wearing seven-color armor has a soul-level cultivation and is a well-known character in the entire original land. In addition, his fighting style is agile and agile, and he naturally moves very fast. There are few in the world of cultivation who can do this.
A person who rivals him in terms of speed.
He originally thought that with his own strength, it would be effortless to hunt down a mere slave thief.
Unexpectedly, even though the opponent was holding a person, his speed was still astonishingly fast. The two sides chased each other for about half a moment, but the distance was not shortened much.
Who is he?
Could he be the god general of the Baiyin clan?
Is it Jade Kong Chan or Ye Ya?
But the hair color is wrong!
The more the blond man chased, the more frightened he became. His eyes fell on the opponent's dazzling white hair. The name of the god general of the old enemy, the Silver Clan, appeared in his mind unconsciously, but he quickly overturned his thoughts one by one.
After all, the symbol of the Silver clan is the dazzling and beautiful silver hair, but this person's hair color is closer to gray, without any sense of beauty at all. Instead, it is a bit like the hair of a person who has grown old and has weakened his vitality.
finished color.
Just when he couldn't catch up and gradually lost his patience, the man in white in the distance suddenly froze, stopped on his own initiative, and let go of the girl in his hand.
"Why did you stop? Keep running!"
The blond man was ecstatic, his feet suddenly exerted force, he accelerated and overtook him, and his body was already blocking the path of the white-haired man. A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he sneered, "Isn't he exhausted?"
Alright?"
The two looked at each other, and he actually saw a gleaming bronze mask with a ferocious expression on the white-haired man's face.
The man in white appeared out of nowhere, and against the backdrop of the mask, he looked even more mysterious, strange, and unpredictable.
"The reason why I ran away was just to lure you out of the empire's border."
I saw the white-haired man gently put down the Silver Tribe girl in his arms, and slowly said word by word, "You can have less worries when killing."
His tone of voice was very young, but his voice was slightly old. This strange sense of inconsistency made the blond man in colorful armor feel very uncomfortable.
"Want to kill me?"
The handsome man glanced down and realized that he had crossed the border of the Jinyao Empire and entered the territory of Hell Valley at some point. However, he was not panicked in his heart. Instead, he sneered and said, "You
Do you know who I am?"
"Since I dare to come to Jinyao Empire to save people."
The white-haired man replied calmly, "How could you not know the bad reputation of the third prince Aragon, the worst person in the empire?"
"It turns out you really came here to be a slave of the Silver Clan."
The blond man whom he called Aragon opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth, and the smile on his face became more ferocious, "Now that you have heard of my name, you should run away quickly after saving people."
Yes, you actually dare to stop talking nonsense, you are simply stupid!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flashed, raised his hand and struck the white-haired man directly in the face with a palm. A strange green light twisted and squirmed in the palm of his hand, as if it had its own life, which made people feel sick just looking at it.
"run?"
The white-haired man snorted coldly, and raised his hand to greet him without fear, "To deal with a piece of trash like you, who is ranked last in Dianjiang Reviews, don't you just have to have hands? Do you still need to run?"
An unimaginably vast aura spurted out from his palm, and bright white light instantly filled the entire world.
The power of the white-haired man's palm was far beyond Aragon's offensive. It was like the power of the galaxy to grains of sand, causing his face to change with horror and his heart to be filled with fear.
Feeling the terrifying aura released by this palm, Aragon didn't dare to meet it. He decisively shrank his head and turned diagonally forward. The majestic prince of the empire actually got out from under the opponent's armpit.
Seeing him hiding in such embarrassment, the white-haired man was slightly startled, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, what happened next was far beyond his expectation.
At the moment when Aragon rolled past him, he suddenly exerted force on his feet and jumped up from the ground. His left and right hands came out at the same time, and with lightning speed, he grabbed the silver-haired man who was rescued by the white-haired man.
The girl is firmly grasped in the palm of her hand.
"stop!"
Once the move was successful, Aragon immediately laughed. His left arm tightly bound the girl's body and two arms, making her unable to move at all. The five fingers of his right hand formed claws, hovering at her tender throat, "If it happens again,
If you dare to get even half a step closer, don’t blame me for being ruthless, I will send this little girl to see the King of Hell now!”
The white-haired man froze. As expected, he was afraid of making any rash move.
"Since you have heard of my name, you should know that I always use unscrupulous means to achieve my goals."
Seeing that the white-haired man really cared about the girl's life, Aragorn was very proud and laughed loudly, "You are really stupid for not taking good care of the slave you finally rescued!"
"You really haven't changed at all."
The white-haired man stared at his smiling face and said slowly, "Still so despicable."
Listening to his tone, he seemed to be very familiar with Aragon's character and style.
"I am over-flattered."
Aragon reached out and touched the soft chin of the silver-haired girl, and laughed loudly and said, "Do you want to save her? If you do, you should show some sincerity."
"Let her go."
The white-haired man was silent for a moment and said slowly, "I'll let you go."
"Not enough, not sincere enough!"
Aragon smiled even more happily, shook his head repeatedly and said, "You destroy your Dantian, and I will let this girl go. How about that?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
The white-haired man was not fooled and refused firmly, "No way."
"What's the best thing about that?"
Could it be that Aragon acted on purpose, "After all, you are stronger than me. If you can't show enough sincerity, once I lose this girl as a hostage, won't I be killed by you? How about you cut off one of your arms?"
?In this way, my safety can be ensured to some extent."
"..."
The white-haired man was silent for a long time, then suddenly nodded and said, "I hope you can keep your promise."
After saying that, he raised his right arm, used his palm as a knife, and slowly slashed at his left shoulder.
idiot!
Did you say that I am a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals? How dare you bet on my integrity?
When you lose your arms, see how I torture you until you can neither survive nor die!
Aragorn's eyes widened, staring closely at the man in white's every move, his heart beating faster and faster, wishing that he could soon witness the scene of him mutilating his body.
Unexpectedly, just as the white-haired man's hand knife was about to fall, the angle suddenly changed, and a dazzling white semicircular energy was suddenly cut out. It was as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning, and it shot toward the direction of Aragon with great power.
It was so prosperous that it simply exceeded the scope of the soul state.
"Are you crazy?"
Aragon was caught off guard and couldn't help being shocked. He dragged the silver-haired girl back quickly and roared hysterically, "You don't care about her life?"
The white-haired man ignored his accusations. Instead, he waved his hand again and unleashed an even more dazzling force, heading towards the third prince's face.
Although Aragorn ranks last in the general review, he is still a practitioner of the Soul Realm after all, so he will naturally not be unresponsive to the fierce attack of the white-haired man.
He was seen shooting continuously with his right palm, and while he was dealing with the white-haired man's attack in a panic, he was using his left arm to block the silver-haired girl in front of him.
But what happened next was far beyond his expectation.
"puff!"
With a crisp sound, the white-haired man's palm penetrated the girl's heart mercilessly, and then he moved forward without stopping, hitting Aragon's body, and in the blink of an eye, he stabbed out a medium-sized body.
hole.
"you you……"
Aragon's eyes widened and he stared straight at the bronze mask. His face was full of surprise. He obviously didn't understand why the other party suddenly hurt the rescue target, "Why..."
"Sorry, you guessed it completely wrong." The white-haired man shook his blood-stained right hand, took off his bronze mask indifferently, and replied slowly, "I have never been a member of the Silver Clan. Whether this girl is dead or alive,
What does it have to do with me?"
"You, you are...!"
The moment he saw the white-haired man's face clearly, Aragon felt his heart skip a beat, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his mouth opened wide, almost unable to believe his eyes.
This is an old face full of wrinkles, but it has a pair of eyes that are comparable to those of a young man. They are smart and clear, and the white hair is flying in the wind. It is actually a bit chic and suave.
However, the facial features on his face are so familiar.
"Reinhardt?"
I don't know how long it took, but Aragon finally uttered a few words hesitantly, as if he was still a little unsure of his judgment.
"Dear Brother Sanhuang."
The white-haired man grinned, his expression indescribably gentle and kind, "Long time no see, how are you doing?"
Hearing the term "Three Emperor Brothers", Aragon's face turned pale, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.