Doomsday Master

"Grandpa." Yan Chengjiu looked at Grandpa's appearance, confirming here that Grandpa hadn't forgotten himself at all. The previous appearance was purely pretending.

But what about pretending?

Yan Chengjiu knew that there was not much room for maneuver in the duel between him and his grandfather.

From the moment Grandpa rejoined the Wuxia Army, it was doomed to be inevitable. It's just that he didn't expect to come so soon, which made Yan Chengjiu a little hard to accept.

"I can't let you go." Yan Zhiyi shook his head slightly, "Accepting the old, there are many roads to becoming a general, and borrowing the heart of a general is just a shortcut."

"Even if it is a shortcut, I want to give it a try." Yan Chengjiu nodded slightly to Xiaoyu, motioning to her to be farther away, so as not to be involved in this struggle.

"Different ways, do not seek each other." Yan Zhiyi held the bone sword tightly and looked at Yan Chengjiu with a very serious look. "I have taught you before that people who practice martial arts should learn to believe in their own power. Believe in your own weapons. If you inherit the old, I can pass from here if you win, no need to keep your hands."

"Grandpa, I've accepted it." Yan Chengjiu bowed to Yan Zhiyi, "I haven't discussed with you for a long time."

Xiaoyu looked at Yan Chengjiu and Yan Chengjiu again, with a confused look on his face.

Didn't Yan Chengjiu value his relatives and friends very much? Why did he confront his grandfather?

Is human being so fickle!

The atmosphere on the court is on the verge of breaking out.

Yan Chengjiu didn't dare to be careless at all.

Ever since he remembered, Grandpa has been by his side. Although there is no blood relationship, how can mere blood block everything?

Whether it is the foundation of martial arts, fists, knives, and swords, all of them are taught by Yan Zhi hand-to-hand.

In other words, on the road of martial arts, Yan Zhiyi may have a deeper understanding of Yan Chengjiu than he himself.

The only advantage was that he was separated from Grandpa after he became the tasker, and his later progress was not known to Grandpa. But in the same way, he didn't know everything about Grandpa in the Wuxia Army.

Compared with Yan Chengjiu's cautiousness, Yan Zhiyi is much more generous.

Chengjiu knows nothing about his past, but he knows Yan Chengjiu well. In the joint battle between the rookies, Yan Chengjiu had already exposed too much.

For the Wuxia Legion, for His Majesty Wu Huang!

A light flashed in Yan Zhiyi's eyes, and the bone sword in his hand reached Yan Chengjiu almost instantly.

Boom!

Heiwuchang and Bone Sword collided, exuding a huge contention.

The air currents under the collision between the two rushed up like a storm, almost devastating, and almost no flowers and plants on the ground were spared.

Xiaoyu couldn't help flying back for a long time, and felt relieved until the oppressive aura didn't follow him.

Yan Chengjiu has always felt relatively peaceful to her, don't you want him to have such a terrible aura?

Xiaoyu couldn't help shaking, always feeling that the creatures on the land were not friendly to them.

Yan Chengjiu also noticed the unusual pressure at this moment.

He held Heiwuchang's wrists trembling, and the bone sword in his grandfather's hand was like ice that would last forever. The cold air passed through the joints of the swords to his hands, soaked his whole body, and was cold to his bones.

Can't go on like this!

Yan Chengjiu wanted to withdraw the black impermanence, but Yan Zhiyi didn't give the slightest chance.

The offensive continues one after another, unless Yan Chengjiu wants to use his body to resist the power of this undead sword, otherwise he can only use Heiwuchang to block it.

Every time he blocked, Yan Chengjiu felt that his perception was going to be slow.

Strangely, he didn't feel this weird the last time in the rookie joint battle.

Is it possible that from that time onwards, Grandpa began to conceal his strength?

No, it's impossible.

Yan Chengjiu's internal force was continuously transported to Heiwuchang, as if he understood what his master meant. Heiwuchang erupted with a terrifying evil spirit, which was like a hungry wolf, and pounced at Yan Zhi. past.

The Undead Bone Sword also uttered a sword sound, not wanting to let it go.

In an instant, Yan Chengjiu suddenly noticed something wrong, and immediately retreated with a knife.

The Undead Bone Sword had turned into a longbow, and it was pulled full by Yan Zhiyi, and it happened to be aimed at Yan Chengjiu.

Put your finger.

Whoosh.

It is obviously an invisible arrow, but at this moment it seems more terrifying than a tangible sharp arrow.

Yan Chengjiu wanted to avoid it, but found that he could not avoid it at all.

If you can't hide, you can only go hard.

The black realm dispersed from Yan Chengjiu and instantly filled the audience.

Yan Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that this was the effect of Yan Cheng's old suit, but he didn't dare to be careless in his heart.

It is said that the effect of the old battle suit can shield people's five senses, so as to let mermaid flesh. If you don't want to lose, you must avoid this area first.

Yan Zhiyi said silently, the bow and arrow in his hand turned into a cross.

The light of the cross is enough to surround Yan Zhiyi, and it can also temporarily disperse the area covering Yan Zhiyi's body.

coming!

Yan Zhiyi's heart was stunned, but the offensive came faster than his reaction.

The Undead Bone Sword is powerful and changes endlessly, but now it has turned into a cross to disperse the darkness, and it is difficult for Yan Zhi to turn into a long sword in an instant to confront the enemy.

Yan Chengjiu saw his grandfather's situation clearly in the dark, but he couldn't regress at all.

From a young age, grandpa told him that you should not be distracted in battle. Once you face an enemy, whether it is your relatives or friends, you are doomed to face each other the moment you raise your sword. Since they are opposed, they can no longer be merciful.

The things that Grandpa taught him, now I am going to return them.

Yan Chengjiu waved Heiwuchang and slashed at Yan Zhiyi's chest.

Blood flowed across.

Hei Wuchang failed to get into Yan Zhiyi's body, but cut it on Yan Zhiyi's wrist.

At the moment when he noticed that Yan Chengjiu did it, Yan Zhiyi knew that his weapon was difficult to change, so he didn't hesitate to block it with his hand.

Hei Wuchang slashed on Yan Zhiyi's wrist and directly cut off his bones. There was almost only a layer of blood on his wrist.

"Good job." Yan Zhi opened his mouth invisibly.

Yan Chengjiu was a little stunned, but found that his grandfather's other hand was holding a long sword that didn't know when the change was completed and stabbing him at him.

The Undead Bone Sword struck Yan Chengjiu in the waist.

Yan Chengjiu pulled his hand subconsciously, and when Heiwuchang moved, Yan Zhiyi's wrist was completely broken.

The cut surface is flat, and the blood does not stop.

The darkness was fleeting, and Yan Chengjiu's battle clothes were tightly attached to his body, quickly repairing the wounds for Yan Chengjiu, but Yan Chengjiu's eyes fell on his grandfather's hands.

Yan Zhiyi bit his severed hand and closed it to the bleeding incision.

The blood stopped flowing at this moment.

In Yan Chengjiu's incredulous gaze, the wrist was knotted back intact, and it only took less than a second from start to finish, and there were no scars.

Yan Zhi moved his wrist a little, and looked at Yan Chengjiu as if he was okay.

Yan Chengjiu's wound is still not healed.

"Recovered so quickly..." Yan Chengjiu's expression was extremely ugly, "Grandpa, have you taken the elixir?"

"Since I am a member of the Wuxia Legion, I must take the immortality." Yan Zhiyi nodded without denying it.

Immortal medicine, immortal medicine!

Yan Chengjiu weighed these three words in his heart, and suddenly countless complex emotions surged, but he didn't even move.

Why does grandpa take the elixir?

Isn’t that the reason why Grandpa left the Wuxia Legion was because he couldn’t get used to the Legion’s trend of popular elixir!

"I, I don't understand." Yan Chengjiu looked at his clear-eyed grandfather, and couldn't do it if he didn't want to deceive his grandfather. "Grandpa, you said that martial arts requires a little bit of practice, no shortcuts, no I have to..."

"But don't you also come to borrow the general's heart?" Yan Zhiyi interrupted Yan Chengjiu's words.

"It's not the same."

"Nothing is different." Yan Zhiyi said softly: "Accepting the old, there are many forms of strength, and I am very satisfied with the strength that the elixir gives me."

"What are you satisfied with? I'm not satisfied!" Yan Chengjiu looked at Yan Zhiyi viciously, "Grandpa, taking the elixir is equivalent to breaking your own back. Is this the result you want? If it is destined to be like this, Why did you leave the Wuxia Army in the first place?"

"It's because I was wrong in my previous thoughts, and now I have to correct this mistake." Yan Zhiyi shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with kindness, "Accepting the old, I am no longer young. In the world of Guwu, I still can't do it. You propped up a piece of sky, and also caused you to become a tasker. It is really unqualified to be grandpa like me."

"It's not a nuisance at all."

"But in my opinion it is." Yan Zhiyi squeezed the sword in his hand. "I was young and energetic. I thought everything could be achieved through my own efforts, and I could have any result I wanted, but everything later Tell me that my idea is wrong. Rong Zhen gave me a choice. I can choose to take the elixir or not, but I still chose the former because taking the elixir can maximize my development. potential."

"Is it Rong Zhen?" Yan Chengjiu was unwilling to give birth to a rare heart.

"It doesn't have much to do with him." Yan Zhiyi smiled and said, "I volunteered myself for His Majesty Wu Huang. In the past, you are already a knight of the Poker Legion, and I have nothing to worry about you. I can't. To drag you down, it is enough to be able to repay His Majesty Emperor Wu for his kindness to me."

"Chengjiu, you don't know how long the road to martial arts is, but His Majesty Wu has seen it." A touch of longing and admiration flashed across Yan Zhiyi's face, "I will not be able to spy on Wu during my whole life. The ultimate in learning, so why don't I dedicate my limited life to it?"

"Since Emperor Wu is your regiment leader, why do you need Grandpa to sacrifice?"

"Didn't the ghost king also sacrifice for the members?" Yan Zhiyi asked rhetorically.

Yan Chengjiu froze in place.

"According to the old, the team leader can sacrifice for the team members, on the contrary, the team members will also be willing to sacrifice for the team leader. If the ghost king needs your life, will you not give it? If you even give your life, what is the illusory future? What?" Yan Zhiyi said firmly: "I just made a choice that is in line with the interests of the Wuxia Legion. You can disagree, but you can't insult!"

The author has something to say: Yan Zhiyi launched a mouth-cannon attack.

Yan Chengjiu's life value returned to zero.