An old man in white dropped the last black stone in his hand.
"I can't see the road ahead clearly. Fortunately...dawn is coming."
The old man waved his hand, which was covered with scars, and motioned to the young man behind him who was holding a lamp to come over.
"Xiao Zhe, dawn is approaching, and my long-cherished wish that I have not fulfilled will be entrusted to you."
The old man in white clothes was full of smiles, and the years had carved out his resolute face. The young man behind him helped Bai Yi out of the hut, and the old man and the young man disappeared into the mountains at dawn.
"Come out! Come out! Otherwise, your family will be slaughtered!" A strong man holding a mace roared.
The strong man had red pupils and was terrifyingly tall. The mace in his hand hit the wooden door directly.
With repeated blows, the door creaked open.
A skinny young man walked out
"I'll go with you." The young man's tone was firm.
The boy's mother tightly grabbed the boy's wrist, which was as thin as a hemp rope, with tears in her eyes.
The strong man tied the young man's hands with a hemp rope and led the young man away.
The mother held on to the boy tightly and refused to let go.
"Have you ever died? You ants should be stepped on by the Holy Lord!"
boom!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the boy's mother fell into a pool of blood.
The young man tried hard to break free to no avail, and tears burst into his eyes.
"You damn stingers, let me go! I will cut you into pieces!!"
The young man roared, filled with hatred, bit into the strong man, pulled hard, and tore off a piece of the strong man's flesh.
The strong man yelled and swung the mace in his right hand at the young man.
"Then I will help you and die miserably with your mother!"
The black mace was only a hair away from the boy's head. The boy's eyes were fixed on the red pupils of the strong man, ready to face death.
A flash of cold light flashed, and the mace was tightly clamped.
The strong man's pupils were dilated and he was surprised. He pressed down hard but the mace didn't move at all.
"Whoever attacks me, do you want to be smashed into clay?"
I saw a silver spear standing in front of the young man. The man in green clothes holding the silver spear opened the mace with one hand, turned around, and stabbed out the silver spear in his hand like a day tiger.
"Plain Shadow Gun. White Cloud Smoke"
Qing Yi let out a low groan, and the light surged from the silver spear. His breath lingered around the spear, and it pierced the strong man's face.
The strong man couldn't dodge, so he had to use his arm to hit the blow hard. The silver spear pierced his arm and blood spurted out.
I saw Qing Yi turn around and jump into the air, pull out the spear, and spin his body at high speed. The silver spear also rotated with Qing Yi like lightning.
"Plain Shadow Gun. Indigo Sea"
The silver gun came down hard and hit the strong man on the back of the head. The strong man fell down unable to hold on.
"Sting people, the Holy Lord will be defeated by me, and I will eradicate you, the remnants of the old era!"
Qing Yi broke the rope, picked up the young man on his back, jumped up, and disappeared from the sight of the strong man.
"Who are you? You can actually kill and sting people?" the young man asked in confusion.
"Ye Lan"
The young man's face was startled, thinking that Ye Zi's generation should not have been slaughtered by the Holy Lord. How did this person escape from the Holy Lord's clutches? What is the relationship between Ye Hanqing, the founder of the Yun Kingdom, and this person?
"I came late and couldn't save your mother, I'm sorry," Qing Yi murmured, with regret in her tone.
The young man swallowed more
"One day I will cut them into pieces to avenge my mother's murder!"
"Okay! Then are you willing to follow me and end this extremely evil era?"