Tong Zhengyang's eyes locked tightly in front of him, running selflessly.

Gradually, the surrounding scenery became familiar.

In the distance, he had already seen the gloomy forest in the heavy rain. Although he could not see it, the figure of An Qisheng lying in the mud and water suddenly appeared in his mind on the edge of the forest.

"Why did Wang Quanjian come here?"

Watching the faint red light passing through the rain curtain, Tong Zhengyang's mind trembled, and an incredible thought came into his mind.

"No, impossible! How is it possible!"

Tong Zhengyang roared wildly in his heart, and his feet blew up.

The already extremely fast speed has increased again, and he has broken through an invisible barrier.

The sound waves rolled, like thunder exploded.

In an instant, he had already broken through the sound barrier with a seriously injured body!

He didn't care if the large pieces of burnt and burnt yellow, and the bruised flesh that was cut by the sword of the king, was blown down by the storm of air.

Thousands of meters, ten seconds passed.

Tong Zhengyang took a step forward, as if he was struck by lightning, and his hairless charred face was twisted.

In his sight, the red light finally disappeared before the forest.

The invisible sword light suddenly shook off his last breath here, and infiltrated the sleepy An Qisheng lying in the mud and water in a completely clean and flawless manner!

His last drop of blood dripped on the boy's eyebrows and then washed away by heavy rain.

"How is that possible?!!!"

Tong Zhengyang's eyes exploded, and the corners of his eyes almost splashed into the heavy rain, almost fainting on the ground.

That Wang Quanjian actually recognized this boy from another world as the main person?!!

He knew that with the sharpness of the King Quan Sword, there was no material in this world to resist, and the physical body was even more impossible.

The King Quan sword penetrated his eyebrows, but he never hurt him. This was clearly the legendary scene of recognizing the master!

According to legend, there is a "god" in the sword of the king. The seven sons of the king of the king of the king were all chosen by the sword of the king. Only by being recognized by the Taoist Taoist of the king of the king of the king were able to control the sword of the king.

He thought this was just a lie that Wang Quandao made up for the sake of his own inheritance of myths, but the scene at this time completely subverted his concept.

"How, how is it possible..."

Tong Zhengyang staggered and almost fell into the mud, his eyes unstoppable.

He felt that all his beliefs had been defeated.

What is this? I have been lurking for decades, chasing life and death one after another, and wandering into this place of terrible spirits is to give people treasures?

What a joke?

What a joke!!

Tong Zhengyang's eyes suddenly turned red as if they were about to drip blood, and his murderous intent rose endlessly.

"die!!!"

The endless murderous intent was vented in his mouth, and the cold sound waves seemed to freeze the heavy rain.

Between the heaven and earth, the sound of thunder and rain were all covered by this endless murderous sound!

"Um?"

From afar, Taoist Juechen heard the roar and looked away. He saw that the Tongzhengyang was covered with wind and thunder and shocked in the heavy rain.

He rushed straight to the edge of the forest, and a figure lying in the mud and water.

"He's crazy?"

Taoist Juechen was almost stunned.

He pounced back with such a big move just to kill the hostages?

"die!"

Tongzhengyang spans hundreds of meters, and the remaining arm shakes the airflow, and dozens of meters away, hitting An Qisheng who is sleeping with one punch.

Before the fist arrived, the strong wind had arrived.

The rushing air flow blew away dozens of meters of rain, and she was about to kill An Qisheng with one punch.

"What?"

Suddenly, Tong Zhengyang felt shocked.

Just as his fist approached ten meters, the sleeping An Qisheng suddenly turned over and sat up.

The closed eyes slowly opened.

Vicissitudes, deep, and far...

"How could it be..."

A huge wave appeared in Tong Zhengyang's heart.

When he woke up, he seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes and experienced endless vicissitudes of time!

Suddenly, the vicissitudes of the eyes faded away and the confusion disappeared.

Then, the white palm gently raised, and the slender five fingers passed through the layers of rain, steadily catching his fist.

"Thanks for your hard work......"

Then, Tong Zhengyang heard a strange word.

Thanks for your hard work?
Chapter completed!