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Loong Sheng didn't care about what he said. After killing the mage, he immediately wanted to return to rescue Loong Teng. The black-clothed chief obviously knew what Loong Sheng was thinking and immediately stopped him. He said: "Mn, you actually dared to take advantage of when I was speaking to launch a sneak attack. Hmm, do you still want to go back and help? I tell you, it's impossible. " After he finished speaking, he crazily attacked Loong Sheng. Because of the fight at the beginning, Loong Sheng was crazily attacking the leader in black. Right now, it could be said that his strength had somewhat failed him. They could only madly attack in front of the leader. While they fought. He tried to recover his battle qi like this. After the black-clothed leader's fierce attack subsided, he gave him another fatal blow.

On the other side, when Loong Sheng went to the mage, those black-clothed men started to think they had eaten some medicine and started to attack crazily without caring for their lives. When Loong Teng saw the black-clothed men's crazy attacks, his blood boiled, and he wanted to fight with these warriors. But perhaps because of the weakness of his previous life, he was afraid of killing someone. He didn't make a move yet.

He saw that the personal guards around him were getting fewer and fewer. After the crazy attacks from the men in black, the number of men in black increased from a hundred to more than forty. However, there were only seven personal guards left with Loong Teng, and one of them was severely injured. The others were more or less all injured. However, he held the heavy sword tightly in his hand. He continued to wave his sword. It continued to attack the man in black. With a "pu" sound, a man in black clothing stabbed into the chest of the seriously injured janissary soldier. The janitor soldier coldly looked at the man in black clothing, and beams of light burst out of his eyes, causing the man in black clothing to be alarmed.

Kill!" The heavily injured janissary raised the heavy sword in his hand and slashed towards the black clothed man, shouting. He then chopped off the head of the black clothed man. Maybe the seriously injured man in black knew that he couldn't handle it and was afraid that his other comrades would be injured or die because of him. The eyes of the man in black were bloodshot as he rushed towards the man in black. He had been severely injured and had lost too much blood. His consciousness had already blurred and he was no longer aware of the pain. In the middle of the black clothed men, he was constantly brandishing the heavy sword in his hands. In the middle of their charge, they killed two more people. "In the end, he was decapitated by a black-clothed man, but the sword in his hand continued to swing, killing the person who chopped off his head. Afterwards, the two of them went down together.

The black-clothed man saw the mad battle intent and the frenzied battle intent of the black-clothed man. All of them couldn't help but feel a hint of respect in their hearts, while at the same time, they felt even more dread towards these personal guards.

However, when he thought about the results of the mission's failure, his heart turned cold. He gathered his energy and dashed forward.

Loong Teng saw how brave and fierce the soldier was when he was killed. The death was so tragic. He thought of a lot more. For example, the assassin he had killed that day. Although he was forced to do it, he still killed someone. He kept comforting himself in his heart. In that situation, it was either you die or you die. Ye Zichen felt a bit more at ease. He didn't want to kill anyone, but he also wanted to protect his family and friends. He wanted to become a powerful warrior. However, this was contrary to what he had in mind. Loong Teng's heart was in a mess.

Looking at the wounded personal guards, who were covered in blood, the black clothed men, and the severed heads, Loong Teng blamed himself in his heart. I won't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me. Why is that?

This made Loong Teng's heart ache.

With a "bang", another personal guard beside Loong Teng fell. Loong Teng pulled out the last bit of weakness in his heart, the weakness of his past life could be said to be dead, the current Loong Teng was the real Loong Teng, the Loong Teng who fought hard on the battlefield and used the enemy's blood as a sacrifice.

Loong Teng finally understood his own weakness, his own incompetence. If he was strong, perhaps his two brothers wouldn't be like this. His own weakness was the death of so many of his janissaries. Seeing his protector fall, a raging fire started to burn inside Loong Teng's chest, starting to ignite the blood vessels in Loong Teng's body. A wave of killing intent that had never existed before burst out from his chest. A killing intent, a killing intent formed from's long-cherished resentment, was emitted from his body. Lina, who had been tightly holding Loong Teng's hand, noticed that the young master's hand beside him was trembling uncontrollably. Cold sweat broke out on his face.

Loong Teng's current serious condition was only blood, the blood of his personal guards, the blood of his personal guards had always been protecting him. Loong Teng's eyes slowly turned red. He was no longer afraid in his heart, but wanted to kill all of his enemies. Loong Teng finally understood what it meant by the law of the jungle. Loong Teng now knew, and understood that if he wanted to protect the people around him, he needed to kill them. Only by killing his own enemies would Loong Teng be able to survive. Loong Teng now understood that not only did he need to be strong, he also needed to be loyal and have a tough time.

It was unknown when Loong Teng had tightly grasped the heavy sword in his hand. Bang! "Loong Teng blocked a fatal strike for a personal guard who was about to collapse.

Then, with a flash of blood light, the black clothed man opposite of him was chopped into two halves by Loong Teng. Hot blood sprayed out from his mouth. It sprayed all over Loong Teng's body, face, eyes and mouth. Loong Teng felt a fresh and salty liquid flow into his mouth, quickly, Loong Teng rubbed his blurry eyes. Loong Teng now knew that he had finally taken the first step towards becoming a strong warrior.

Loong Teng was lucky to have the Sword God Spell, the sword in his hand was smeared with blood with a bit of silver.

A streak of blood-red with a sliver of silver light slashed downwards from above. The black clothed man who was rushing over saw a bloody light hacking at him. He hurriedly circulated his battle qi and raised the heavy sword in his hand, intending to strike. But was it possible?

Impossible, this was a sword attack Loong Teng had painstakingly practiced for a year and a half, it was equivalent to the strength of a peak level 9 sword qi and no less than a hundred thousand kilograms of strength of a level 9 body. However, that black-clothed man was only a peak level 9 person, how could he block it? "With an unstoppable sword aura, he split the man in black and the sword in his hand into two.

With a "peng", a one or two feet deep ditch appeared on the ground. There were half a person on each side of the ravine. The blood quickly spilled out and flowed into the ditch.

When the people from both sides heard the loud sound of their lives, their hands could not help but stop, and looked towards Loong Teng at the same time. The eyes of the black-clothed man, who was left with only a dozen people, carried a trace of surprise and also a trace of fear. Who would have thought that this young master who people called trash, Loong Family, would actually cleave a warrior who was at the peak of the ninth level into two. I didn't expect an eleven-year-old child to be so cruel.

In the eyes of the remaining janissary, there was a trace of surprise and gratification. He didn't expect this young master to be so formidable. As expected of Marshal Long's son.