Doomsday Master

Yan Chengjiu quietly listened to Yan Zhiyi's words, as if he saw his grandpa who was walking with his hand when he was a child, walking away a little bit.

No one can accompany you all the time. At a certain time there will always be parting.

Now it's time to part with grandpa.

He is not young anymore and he already has a life of his own. Is it possible that he can still pretend that he hasn't grown up, hoping that Grandpa will turn to him in everything, and be his backing unconditionally?

This is disrespect for oneself and irresponsibility for the grandfather.

Grandpa never owed himself anything, on the contrary, he would never repay grandpa's kindness.

No matter what grandpa chooses, he must respect grandpa's ideas.

Yan Chengjiu grasped Heiwuchang and did not react to Yan Zhiyi's words.

Different legions naturally have very different ideas.

Perhaps in the eyes of Grandpa, borrowing the heart of the general by oneself is also a difficult thing to understand.

"Grandpa." Yan Chengjiu suddenly shouted, "I remember you stopped training me after I turned seventeen."

"Because I have nothing to teach you, only time is left to teach you everything." Yan Zhiyi also remembered the time before, with a smile on his face involuntarily.

"Now that it has been so long, I have not allowed you to take a look at the results of my practice." Yan Chengjiu sighed slightly. Unexpectedly, when he and his grandfather played against each other again, it was not to check the progress of his martial arts, but to fight for the legions of their loyalties.

"Now is a good opportunity." Yan Zhiyi replied, "I want to know how much you have grown over so many years."

"Grandpa." Yan Chengjiu called out softly, "You look good."

In the next moment, there seemed to be some fluctuations in the space around Yan Chengjiu's body, and the black area was firmly locked within one meter of his body, with terrifying rules.

Although Yan Cheng's old battle clothes field no longer covers the audience now, in Yan Zhiyi's view, this performance is even more terrifying than before.

Sure enough, Yan Chengjiu's figure disappeared with a "swish", and even the black area was gone.

Where?

Yan Zhiyi held the Undead Bone Sword and stared at his surroundings intently.

He couldn't find where Yan Chengjiu went, but knew that Yan Chengjiu would definitely come and attack him! In other words, as long as he defends properly, he can always perceive the direction of inheritance.

Yan Zhiyi's strength may not be very high. During those years in the ancient martial arts world, he almost stood still or even retreated. Without these years, even if his strength is fully restored, he will only be at the level of a candidate team member. If it were not for the Undead Bone Sword in hand, I am afraid it would be difficult to compete with Yan Chengjiu.

But Yan Zhiyi's physical reaction ability is beyond ordinary people.

Countless struggles gave him a more accurate sense of experience than intuition.

If I am inheriting the old, how would I attack? Which part will I attack?

Yan Zhi believed in Ma Youyan in his mind, but the Immortal Bone Sword was picked up from the bottom left, just to block the black impermanence.

"Pretty." Yan Chengjiu couldn't help but praised, his body disappeared again.

Yan Chengjiu has his own domain, and the space on this side can also be said to be a huge domain.

It's like two soap bubbles, one large and one small. If the method is right, they can be merged into one.

In this way, people in the space will naturally not be able to perceive the movements of people who are fused in another realm.

In the ghost domain, Yan Chengjiu tried to use his domain head-to-head and the little ghost brand domain to fight, and achieved good results. Since that time, Yan Chengjiu has been thinking, if the realm is confrontational in nature, can it be integrated?

The answer is yes.

Yan Chengjiu was able to own a field at a young age, and his ability to understand this aspect was extraordinary.

Yan Zhiyi closed his eyes and quietly felt the air flow around him.

He must believe in the sword in his hand, but also in his own experience and judgment.

The next moment, Yan Cheng's old knife slashed from the top of Yan Zhiyi's head.

Yan Zhiyi's body twisted unnaturally, the blade fell on his shoulder, and the blood remained along the blade a little bit.

A faint light of cold radiated from the body of Heiwuchang's knife, as if opening a big mouth, directly sucking Yan Zhiyi's blood into the knife's body.

Yan Zhiyi's expression changed. One hand grasped Heiwuchang, while the other hand held the sword and stabbed at Yan Chengjiu.

Xiaoyu was frightened watching from the side.

She really didn't understand, the two men obviously didn't want to hurt each other, why would they still be so unscrupulous when they shot?

In their deep navy regiment, all the sharks are not allowed to kill each other. If there are really any irreconcilable contradictions, they must fight in an upright duel. They are not allowed to take the lives of their partners without authorization.

But Yan Chengjiu and Yan Zhiyi both moved towards each other's culprit.

Xiaoyu suddenly remembered the scene when she first met His Majesty Sea Emperor a long time ago.

At that time, she still didn't understand why they didn't want to live a free life, but they had to take refuge under the sea emperor, let him send them, and even sacrifice their lives for him?

It wasn't until she and other newly born sharks came to visit His Majesty the Sea Emperor that she raised her head and saw the **** on the throne, and she instantly understood the feelings of her parents and brothers.

Some people really have the kind of charm that is worth everything you pay for.

The commanders of the five legions are all like this.

Yan Chengjiu avoided the bone sword, let go of Heiwuchang with his right hand, and waved his **** together--

The air wave in the air was divided into two, and a huge sound of breaking through the air sounded.

There is no knife in his hand, but it is more terrifying than having a knife in his hand.

This is what my grandfather once taught.

Learn to trust the weapons in your hands, but don't rely too much on the weapons in your hands.

Those who practice martial arts can use all of them, and they are all part of themselves.

"Grandpa, the outcome is set!"

Yan Zhi raised his head inconspicuously, the black impermanence blade on his shoulders was already bright red, and he almost sucked the blood from half of his shoulders.

Is the rate of regeneration of the Immortal Potion comparable to the rate at which blood is sucked?

Yan Zhiyi's eyes went dark, and he fell down in a daze.

————I was the dividing line in the world of Guwu————————

Yan Zhiyi woke up from the bed and noticed that someone was in front of his bed.

He opened his eyes and found a handsome man in ancient costume sitting in front of his bed.

Actor, or someone else?

This idea was extinguished by Yan Zhiyi as soon as it emerged.

impossible.

If there is such a powerful person in the world, it is impossible for him to be unaware of it, and it is impossible for him to have no reputation, unless the person is not here.

It's like...like Lin Yinwu who is next to Chengjiu.

"Yan Zhiyi, I've been admiring the name for a long time." The man in costume turned his head slightly and smiled at him slightly.

In all fairness, this person's appearance is definitely not bad, and it can even be said to be good-looking, but no matter how you look at it, when this person smiles at him, Yan Zhiyi only feels terrible and cold.

"I wanted to see you before, but unfortunately you have withdrawn before the official meeting. It's really a shame." Rong Zhen sighed, "It's all my fault. Now I hope you can give it to me." An opportunity to correct mistakes."

Yan Zhiyi was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "You, are you... from the Legion?"

During these years, Yan Zhiyi did think of a lot of things, but for the legion's name, it seemed that something was blocking his throat, and it was difficult to tell.

"Yes, I'll pick you up." Rong Zhen said affirmatively: "It was a last resort to erase your memory. As long as you remove the medicinal properties from your body, you will naturally recover as before."

"Why come and find me?" Yan Zhiyi wouldn't really think that the other party is a good person whose conscience discovers a mistake and corrects it.

"Because your good grandson has caused us a lot of trouble, but I like him again." Rong Zhen helplessly, "So I hope he can be a little safer, as long as he doesn't hurt me too much. The most important person, I can keep my love for him for a long time."

"Cherish the old but still young." Yan Zhi replied with difficulty.

He knew that what the other party said was true.

"It is precisely because I hope I can give him one more chance, that's why I will come to you." Rong Zhen held a thin needle in his hand, and the needle disappeared directly into the eyebrows of Yan Zhiyi.

The blocked memory was pierced by a fine needle and burst out all at once.

Everything that I had experienced before, even the martial arts that had been abolished, is quickly recovering.

"This [Restore Silver Needle] is not inferior to the S-level item, but it is also the fastest way to get you back. I don't have much interest in explaining everything to you slowly." Rong Zhen kept watching Yan Zhiyi. Until Yan Zhiyi's gaze regained his clarity a little bit.

He knew that Yan Zhiyi had thought of everything.

"At the beginning, you withdrew from the legion because of the immortal medicine. I don't know if you regretted it. But now, I will give you another chance to choose." Rong Zhen put a pill in front of Yan Zhiyi.

"this is……"

"Illustration." Rong Zhen said slowly.

Yan Zhi stared at the pill in front of him, almost unable to believe his eyes.

This is the elixir?

This is the elixir that has delayed him for hundreds of years, and made almost all the members of the Wuxia Legion lose their future?

"I understand what you want to say." Rong Zhen turned his head, "Everything about the elixir is done by myself, and has nothing to do with His Majesty Wu Huang."

"What do you mean?"

"Yan Zhiyi, the world you see is too small." Rong Zhen stared at Yan Zhiyi's eyes and said slowly, "You don't know how difficult the tasker's world is? The higher you go, the higher the death rate. High. Immortal medicine is not something to ruin the future, but the best medicine to ensure the survival of the legion! Your eyes only see the personal value of the legion members, but the survival rate of the entire legion is the ultimate victory."

"Do you think the existence of the elixir is right?" Yan Zhiyi gritted his teeth and said: "Destroy the future of all members and be a monster without life or death. This is what you call the survival rate?"

"As long as His Majesty Wu Huang can become the commander and the leader of the world, it doesn't matter if we eat the undead medicine as a meal. However, if the survival of the group cannot be guaranteed, even if a single member can become a general, what about the general? , Is just the starting point for the task force. I can do anything for your Majesty Emperor Wu. And you, Yan Zhiyi, you are just a **** who chooses to escape."

Yan Zhiyi and Rong Zhen looked at each other for a long time before taking the elixir.

"Don't you look down on it, why do you want to eat it?" Rong Zhen raised his mouth slightly, "What I said shouldn't make you lose your normal mind."

"I have no hope of progress in this life. I wasted a hundred years of time." Yan Zhiyi closed his eyes slightly. "But I want to see that my inheritance can change his destiny, and I want to see His Majesty Emperor Wu rule the world. That day. For that day to come, I must live long."

Therefore, I have to take the elixir, and I have to live to prove that what I said is correct.

This is not against my principles, on the contrary, this is the greatest desire in my heart.