Tiga?

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, his face a little strange.

Wei Long just stared at the boy tightly and spoke viciously: "A mere barbarian, how dare you hurt me?"

As a native of the divine world, he naturally would not have heard of Tiga's name, but he didn't care about the name at all. What he cared about was the incident of the young man slashing his arm with one sword.

Wei Long's mind was diluted with the anger of a broken arm. The pride accumulated over the years told him that this young man had just attacked and was a sinister villain, and he would never beat him in front of him.

He did not admit that there were young people in this barbaric land who could threaten him. He was a genius in the divine world! He was a man who would eventually become the leader of the Daolan Sect! How could he be easily broken by a barbaric boy who looked younger than him?!

The boy was holding a broken sword with a expressionless face.

This young man is Ji Qianming who has changed his face and disguised his identity.

According to his guess, the assassin of the Killing Hall is very likely to assassinate Zhang Fan on the battlefield. If he wants to stop him, he must participate in the battle as another identity, lurking beside Zhang Fan, and preparing to deal with the upcoming crisis.

The battle began very suddenly. It took Ji Qianming a certain amount of time to sneak into the battlefield from outside the defense line. In these few minutes, he kept changing his identities and fooling the officers, so he was able to sneak into the front-line battlefield. He searched for a long time before finding Zhang Fan's location.

Although the person had not arrived yet, his spiritual sense had already "see" Serra said the handsomely and was then killed by Wei Long.

He came late and was just right.

If I came earlier, maybe Senior Sera would not have died. If I came later, maybe Zhang Fan would have died at the hands of Mr. Wei without the assassin of the Killing Hall.

If the eyes could kill people, Wei Long had already killed Ji Qianming thousands of times. He roared, and the small flag that destroyed several missile vehicles appeared in his palm again, with an arc of electric power lingering, and the pressure was as strong as a mountain.

Click--!

A silver arc as thick as a bucket jumped out of it, tearing the air away, and flashed towards Ji Qianming like a water snake.

Ji Qianming just stood there quietly, motionless. The electric arc seemed to "slide" in the air, and just rightly rubbed Ji Qianming's body and flew over, hitting the land behind him, and directly blasting out a huge fireball.

Wei Long was stunned and blinked hard, then he was sure that he had misstepped.

But... I have a step-and-step and a half-step divine general and such a powerful spiritual sense, how could I miss it? What's more, the "Cang Lei Flag" in my hand is a high-level magic weapon given by my father, the sect leader of the Daolan Sect. How could I make such a low-level mistake?

He didn't believe in evil, so he activated the small flag in his hand again. A crackling sound rang out, and four silver snakes flew out from the small flag, and flashed towards Ji Qianming at the same time.

Ji Qianming moved this time. He carried the broken sword and walked towards Wei Long's position facing four silver arcs. His pupils clearly reflected the four hideous and terrifying silver snakes, with calm eyes.

The four electric arcs "slid" in front of Ji Qianming again like magic, knocking out several big pits on the ground behind him. But this time, Wei Long saw it clearly.

The moment the arc touched Ji Qianming's body, it automatically changed the direction like a water flow hitting a stone pillar, as if there was an invisible big hand quietly changing the movement trajectory of the arc.

Wei Long had never seen such a strange scene. Even those supreme Taoist practiced in the holy land seemed to be unable to do such incredible things. This young man... no, is this mysterious planet really just an uncivilized barbarian land?

Before he could continue thinking, Ji Qianming had already walked in front of him. His steps were obviously unhappy, but he brought out several afterimages. The remaining sword in his hand pulled up a sword flower and slashed towards Wei Long's body.

Wei Long quickly activated the silver sword in his hand, causing it to automatically escape, turning into a silver light to withstand Ji Qianming's sword. This sword was also given by his father. In addition to being unparalleled in sharpness, it can also fight independently. Therefore, even if Wei Long himself does not know the sword technique, he can still easily use the unparalleled sword technique.

The silver long sword was suspended in the air, as if an invisible man was holding it and fighting Ji Qianming. No matter how exquisite the sword Ji Qianming used, the long sword could be resisted and counterattacked just right.

Ji Qianming narrowed his eyes, and a light blue light flashed on the surface of the broken sword in his hand. The broken sword in his hand collided dozens of times in an instant, and the sword shadow was blurred and dazzling sparks were rubbed.

clang--!

A crisp sound rang out, and the broken sword block in Ji Qianming's hand blocked the attack of the silver sword. Ji Qianming used all his strength to directly shock the silver sword and paused in the air for a moment. Ji Qianming's eyes flashed violently, and his left hand poked out like lightning, holding the hilt of the silver sword in his hand.

Wei Long was stunned when he saw this scene, then laughed and said, "The barbarians are barbarians, don't you even know that they recognize the master of magic weapons? Do you think it's yours if you catch it? Waiting to be rebelled...Puff!"

Before he finished speaking, the silver sword shot out from Ji Qianming's hand like a meteor, easily piercing through his chest, and blood gushed out!

He widened his eyes, looked at the familiar long sword on his chest, and then looked at Ji Qianming, who looked like frosty, with a pale face and disbelief in his eyes.

Everything happened too quickly.

Ji Qianming grabbed the sword, twisted his body, and threw it out with his backhand. The whole process was like lightning, almost reaching the extreme.

"This... this is impossible..." Blood gushed out of Wei Long's mouth like a fountain, staggering back several steps, and opening his mouth in a vague way. He still couldn't figure out how Ji Qianming did it.

Indeed, all the magic weapons in the divine realm recognize the master. If the master of the magic weapon is still alive, forcibly snatching his magic weapon will cause a strong backlash. Therefore, in actual combat, no one dares to snatch other people's magic weapons, otherwise it will definitely be a dead end.

But Ji Qianming is different. He possessed "Joker" and "fooled" the magic weapon he came into contact with and gained control in a short period of time. Wei Long's silver sword is of high grade, and Ji Qianming's fooling can only last for half a second, but this is enough for him.

Ji Qianming did not pause after the long sword pierced Wei Long's heart. He rushed to his front quickly. The broken sword in his hand drew a crescent moon. The next moment, Wei Long's head was thrown high and rolled on the ground with gurgling.

For a monster like Wei Long, piercing the heart may not necessarily lead to death, but if the head is cut off, even the half-step God King will definitely die.
Chapter completed!