Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 698

[Chapter six hundred and ninety-eight we may die]

Thousands of troops.

Move in motion.

To hunt down a child in a mere area, you don’t need so many people.

But because of Shen Zhenyi’s intervention, this matter became subtle.

It was as if I could hear the rumbling of horses’ hooves, and it seemed as if I could sense the murderous aura of the sky.

“Do you know that we might die?”

One day, after Yuanshan finished singing, he glanced back inadvertently, and said so to Miss Yuan in a sigh.

Miss Yuan rolled her eyes and covered Xuan Yan’s ears: “Don’t scare the children.”

Even she could feel the surging killing intent behind her. In order to hunt down the last orphan of the Xuan family, how many people did Xuantian City dispatch? In other words… what the hell did the Xuan family commit, so much so that they were besieged by the world.

Miss Yuan doesn’t know.

She was just a little remorseful.

Such a situation was beyond her imagination, and she didn’t know how to deal with it, but it was not her intention to drag Third Young Master Shen in.

They may die.

Yuanshan pierced the window paper, which made her feel frightened and guilty.

Announcement is indifferent.

People who have nothing to lose are fearless, even if it’s just a teenager.

“This matter has nothing to do with you.”

He pushed away Miss Yuan’s hand.

“If it is really desperate, you can leave me and escape. I believe that even my grandfather will not blame you.”

Survival is an instinct, and these unreliable friends are willing to help him, which has done his best. No matter what their original purpose was, to accompany him to this point, Xuan Yan would only be grateful without saying anything.

Grandpa taught him not to be too demanding of others, and to remember how good others are to him.

“What are you talking about, since I have been entrusted by Mr. Xuan, I will send you to the place no matter what.”

Miss Yuan felt pity and touched the child’s head.

——Although Xuan Yan is usually like a little adult, it is not easy to approach, but deep down, after all, he is a child who is sad and afraid because of the loss of his family.

“Me too.”

Yuanshan coughed, but his eyes turned to Shen Zhenyi and his party who were floating ahead.

A few of them are very strange, as if they didn’t feel anything, they still moved forward. In the past few days, there was no fear, nor the excitement of the coming war.

Are they not afraid of death, or are they too confident in their own strength?

The swordsmanship of Third Young Master Shen may be really unfathomable.

——But in the face of thousands of troops, manpower is sometimes poor.

Why should I die in vain?

“Do you want them to leave first?”

Although Xuan Yan didn’t like Shen Zhenyi well, the three young ladies treated him well.

Since it is already a mortal situation.

“That’s too late……”

Yuanshan sighed.

“At least it’s too late today.”

Murderous, like a snake, swam up his spine.

Someone has been forced to the door.

“You go ahead first, and if they survive, let them go first.”

He stopped and pulled out the strange sword behind him.

Like a flame, like a snake’s sword, swimming in his palm.

Even the blade hissed, like a cobra meeting a strong enemy.

Xuan Yan’s face was pale, and he tightly grasped Miss Yuan’s hand.

The hunter has arrived.

“Why did they stop?”

Chu Huoluo turned back and looked at Yuanshan and the others in surprise.

Shen Zhenyi said casually: “It’s possible that some people are catching up. It’s nothing, it’s just some outposts, and there are no masters.”

Killing intent spread all over the world, but to him, it was just like the drizzle of spring.

The battle that followed was much more difficult and tragic than the first day.

Since Master said so, Chu Huoluo didn’t care much. Or Princess Long worried and asked, “Then do we want to help?”

Yuanshan stood alone in the middle of the road, sometimes hunched over and coughed a few times.

“He can handle it.”

Shen Zhenyi’s eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he sighed softly: “There is always someone who has his own destiny, and his glory should not be deprived by us.”

Some swordsmanship, some swordsmen, are destined to shine.

But if the opportunity is missed, it may be bleak in the long river of time.

This is the highlight moment of Yuanshan.

He stood in the middle of the road.

Heart like water.

The sword is like fire.

Scenes from the past replayed in his mind.

Learn the sword, use the sword, kill.

He has been struggling and working hard, and it seems that he has no good luck in this life.

Meeting that kind old man was the only warmth he encountered.

It was a bowl of warm white porridge that gave him the continuation of his life; it was a sincere encouragement that gave him the courage to continue; it was a broken scroll that gave him the direction and soul of the sword.

——Maybe the other party has other plans, maybe it’s just a temporary idler.

But for Yuanshan, this little warm ember is enough to illuminate the rest of his life.

“Anyway…it won’t last long.”

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

The sword light skyrocketed!

The sword fire is like a dragon, soaring into the sky.

“Someone is provoking us.”

Not far behind him, a group of people in golden clothes laughed.

The Xuan family’s hundred-legged worms are dead but not stiff. At this time, there are still masters who work for them.

But what’s the use?

The Golden Shirts will show all their elites, and this time, it must be the first beheading announcement, proving their power in Xuantian City.

——This chase has long since become a competition for all forces to show their strength.

“kill him.”

The Master of the Golden Shirt closed his eyes and waved gently.

There was no need for him to do it himself.

The only thing to worry about is the third son of Shen on the Crystal Throne. This person is mysterious and cannot be ignored. The big armoured Kong Ying and the two elders of Heijin have suffered losses in his hands. To deal with him, he naturally has to rely on masters to kill him.

——As for the nameless person in front of him, let him be benevolent!

“kill!”

The killers of the Golden Shirt Club no longer hide their traces, and rush forward, just like a golden torrent. The divine light gathers in one place and turns into a light and shadow, like monsters that choose people and bite, and they confront each other, engulfing everything they face. !

There is only one person who can stop them.

A sword.

A man who was dying of illness, with a strange sword that twisted and twisted like a snake.

No one will doubt the result.

Only Shen Zhenyi smiled.

Although he didn’t look back, he nodded slightly.

“This son, the day of fame has come.”

brush!

Facing the impact of the Golden Shirt Club, Yuanshan burst out laughing. He didn’t stand in place waiting for defense, but like a pebble hitting a stone, like a small boat rushing towards a huge tide.

–attack!

In an instant, the flesh and blood dissipated, and the divine light turned into countless giant pythons, twisted and tangled, and rushed towards the fire and blood on the opposite side.

The giant python twisted, his eyes were bleeding, and there were cracks on the top of his head, which seemed extremely terrifying!