The big competition of the disciples of Sunset Peak can be regarded as a smooth end.
There are three elite disciples in this year's big competition, one is Meng Qinglu, who served as the team leader with the cultivation of the fourth layer of qi induction, and won the victory in the battle formation of the art of war; Then there is Huo Zhongguang, who made a blockbuster and slashed Liang Si'an during the foundation building period and replaced him as the first apprentice of the third generation.
There is another one, that is, Feng Zikang, who convinced Meng Qinglu with a word.
Although this result was surprising, both the elders and the disciples of the same generation expressed their satisfaction.
Now that General Lu has died, more outstanding young disciples have naturally emerged from the Longhu Mountain soldiers, and for the three generations of disciples, the Sunset Peak is more exciting, and the boring battle array in front is still interesting, not to mention that Huo Zhongguang's earth-shattering sword is even more interesting when it is confirmed by the cultivation alone.
In the past few days in Longhu Mountain, they are all talking about the power of "Mixed Yuan Invincible Knife Splitting", and many disciples have secretly made a wish to accumulate good deeds, and when the time comes, they will exchange for this magical power.
Feng Zikang naturally did not participate in this kind of boring topic, he was busy with preparations, and he wanted to make a final break with Liang Si'an. ※※※ Three days after the sunset peak.
Liang Si'an was finally barely able to walk alone, he refused to be accompanied by a group of junior disciples, and walked alone in the small forest in the back mountain.
This is also the habit of General Lu during his lifetime.
Whenever there is anything to worry about, General Lu only likes to be quiet alone, and does not want others to disturb him.
Although General Lu died, he was still the first person in a hundred years who was praised by everyone; And he is no longer the identity of the third generation of the first apprentice of the Longhu Mountain soldiers.
Liang Si'an was quite emotional.
However, he is still the only disciple of the third generation who has built a foundation!
As long as you refine the magic weapon of your life and make a breakthrough, you will definitely be able to ......
It will definitely be ......
"Senior brother, I've been waiting for you here."
A voice interrupted his thoughts and determination.
Feng Zikang held the soul bone sword in his hand and stood quietly on the mountain wall, the tip of the sword made of white bones shining with a terrifying cold light.
"You......
You are, stupid......
Feng Zikang?
” Liang Si'an originally only recognized him as a fool, but three days ago, he recognized his name as Feng Zikang.
But that day he became famous, but he was a failure.
"What are you doing here?"
Seeing this junior brother, Liang Si'an was always a little unnatural, he asked Miao Yuchun to get rid of this person and make room for his younger brother, but he didn't expect him to be dead, just stupid, and he was often bullied by his junior brothers on weekdays.
Who knew that not long after Master General Lu died, this fool turned out to be good again, and he was still in the limelight on the day of the Sunset Peak disciple Dabi, and he was even more unhappy in his heart, but he was upset now, and he didn't think about this fool.
"Nothing else......"
Feng Zikang slowly raised the soul bone sword in his hand: "It's just that I want to get my life back!"
” "What?"
Liang Si'an took a step back, his face strange.
"Miao Yuchun is dead, I think, he should wait for you very anxiously......"
Liang Si'an's pupils narrowed, his face changed drastically, and then he gradually calmed down again.
"Miao Yuchun was killed by you......
Wow ......."
He contemptuously swept away the tattered armor on Feng Zikang's body, as well as the soul bone sword that the disciples of the military family couldn't use, and suddenly laughed.
"So what do you want now?
Want to kill me?
It's up to you?
Ha ha!
” He seemed to have heard the funniest thing, and he began to cough with laughter.
"If you're intact, I want to kill you, probably a few more years."
Feng Zikang straightened the soul bone sword, and with a slight wave, the black qi slowly gushed out, forming the shape of several skulls on the tip of the sword.
"But now ......"
Feng Zikang waved his bone sword, and the black qi came out of the sky, and the ghost cried wolf, and rushed straight to Liang Si'an, who was retreating in a hurry.
"You're so daring!"
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Liang Si'an only had time to scream miserably, and he was swept up in the black qi, he was now seriously injured, his meridians were all broken, he had just re-practiced, and even Dao Ji had been greatly damaged, and the real strength of his whole body could not even play one-tenth, how could he escape this tenth level of Hundred Ghost Devouring Souls.
In the scream, he suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and he fell into boundless fear and panic.
Several negative effects of the Hundred Ghosts Devouring Soul were activated together, and Liang Si'an screamed again and again, but in a moment, he fell to the ground and couldn't move.
"It's a ...... of rubbish" Feng Zikang did not feel the slightest shame and guilt for slaughtering a seriously injured person, not to mention that his injuries were originally due to most of his own factors, and this was also the only opportunity to kill Liang Si'an in a short period of time, but to end this body of vendetta.
Naturally, he won't let it go.
Feng Zikang slowly approached Liang Si'an, and the soul bone sword pressed against his throat.
"Senior brother, the retribution of the Heavenly Dao cycle is not happy, you wanted to get rid of me at the beginning, and now it is only right for me to kill you......
Is there anything else you would like to explain?
” Liang Si'an's eyes couldn't see, his body was bruised, and he screamed in his mouth, and he calmed down after a while.
"Senior Brother Feng, since I must die today, it's nothing.
It's just that my master said that a disciple of a soldier can't die if he's not right, and he can't die if he's not right!
Could you please move me to the edge of the tree and put on my helmet......"
"Poof!"
The soul bone sword slashed through Liang Si'an's throat, choking all his nonsense into his lungs∈ blood gushing, Liang Si'an's frightened eyes reflected a confused and unwilling light, his chest rose and fell, but he couldn't speak, his hands were scratching on the ground, and he had no manners.
"Drawing a tiger is not an anti-dog!"
What a heroic figure General Lu is?
If he were to say such things when he died, they would only admire his spirit; What kind of thing is Liang Si'an, who still pretends to be forced when he is dying?
A red light faintly appeared in Feng Zikang's eyes, he sneered, took out a large white jade urn from the storage bag, lifted Liang Si'an up, and threw it in.
General Lu's only disciple, Liang Si'an, who only knew how to imitate the surface of his master in his life, but his mental behavior was very unbearable, disappeared from this world silently. ※※※ In the grass house where Huo Zhongguang lived, he was still lying on the bed, pale, recuperating from his injuries.
"This urn is the essence of the condensation dew that Master has stored, which is more condensed than the previous ones, and I accidentally found it a few days ago.
This urn essence will definitely help the senior brother recover from his injuries, and even more impact the success of the foundation building, so I specially sent it to the senior brother!
” Huo Zhongguang's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and it wasn't until Feng Zikang took out the jade urn that Huo Ran opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of light.
"Didn't my brother say that this dew of condensation is gone?"
"By chance, there is it again."
"Will there be any more in the future?"
"In the future, it still depends on chance."
Feng Zikang smiled faintly, seeing Huo Zhongguang's flickering and wandering gaze, but he turned around confidently, stood with his hands in his hands, and admired the moonlight outside the grass house.
Huo Zhongguang's hand finally held the jade urn.