"Hehehehehehehehehehe, how is that possible."

The amorphous shadow named Lotz laughed in a sharp voice: "You are also an existence born in the 'ritual', how could you stay out of the matter? Tell you the truth, the plan of the commander of the adults is about to be completed, but at this time there is an extremely powerful force tearing apart the space and space, allowing an alien existence to come to the world. He is a variable outside the plan, the most dangerous unknown, and the commander is bound to win his whereabouts."

Speaking of this, the shadow turned his head to look at the busy but peaceful mountain town. It said in a silence: "If you still want your descendants to live..."

Puff.

The moment when thinking could not perceive, the shadow was cut into two sections.

Yaren, still closed his eyes, his hand was not even pressed on the hilt of the sword, but even so, after another moment, the so-called changing shadow slashed countless times, hitting into fog flying all over the sky.

"Even your commander, I don't dare to threaten me."

He said indifferently: "Get back."

After more than ten seconds, the black fog that was flying all over the sky began to close slowly. After this large piece of weapon that seemed to be completely non-existent, only a little bit the size of a fist was left. It was extremely weak, but extremely resentful voice sounded from it: "No, you won't kill me."

As he said, the shadow gradually grew bigger: "My body is thousands of miles away. If you want to kill me through this clone, you can only draw your sword."

"But, as a hero, how many times can you do your best? It is said that the "Stacking Divine Sword" that made the mountain swell to the northwest and the earth scattered the abyss, making the Ulan Empire not dared to invade the realm for a hundred years, how many times can it use the power of the "holy realm" that can break the heaven and earth?"

"As long as you don't kill me, I will always threaten your descendants, but if you are willing to waste this sword on a small person like me."

Lotz laughed viciously with a sound that seemed to rub glass and steel, "I, Lotz, have no regrets!"

Taking a deep breath, the old swordsman did not continue to take action.

But he still kept silent, just locked in the powerful dead figure in front of him with his spirit.

"If you don't say it, I have some ways to find him!"

Although he was not weak at all, Loz undoubtedly could not withstand the oppression of Yaren's momentum. After barely supporting him for more than ten seconds, he immediately fled in panic.

Before leaving, this wise and high-level dead figure still did not forget to issue a vicious curse: "Wait, Sword Saint Aren, one day, you will lose everything you cherish and join our camp."

"At that time, the third commander would still choose to assist you, just like you did during your lifetime."

After more than ten seconds, Loz completely disappeared into the sky.

And the old swordsman slowly opened his eyes.

Yaren held down the hilt of his sword, which was decorated with simplicity, but was surrounded by lightning, and fell into a long silence.

"It's He Jian that makes the mountains tilt northwest and the earth breaks into the abyss?"

After a long time, he whispered to himself, but then the old man laughed at himself and shook his head: "Never again."

The hero turned his head and walked slowly towards the small village where he vowed to protect his life. For this reason, he was willing to go against his heart, seal his sword, and willing to sit back and watch countless conspiracies happen to him.

The artificial river flows slowly along the edge of the village.

The town of Yarene is built on a flat mountain top.

It seems that something is cutting off this mountain in half.

The warrior flying thousands of meters above the altitude stopped in confusion and glanced at the surroundings.

"Strange, I feel hostility."
Chapter completed!