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Chapter 747 Senior Brother He Wants to Force Me to Jump off a Cliff 68
——The dagger didn't enter the heart, leaving only a small piece of simple and sinister wooden handle.

Not much blood flowed from the wound, but her whole figure began to gradually become blurred—as if she was originally made of crystal mud, but now it has melted again.

The Hunyuan dagger has recognized its owner, and automatically flew back to its owner's waist. Bai Ling jumped off Wen Jing's sword, stepped on the blood-red spirit sword, turned around and galloped down the cliff.

Wen Jing raised his hand to stop him, but the sudden force pouring in from his whole body made him feel as if he was pinned down by several mountains, unable to move.

Seeing this scene, the people below froze, showing surprise expressions, and the attack slowed down.

Only the old man in the tribulation period had his eyes darkened, feeling in his heart that they had treated Wen Jing so badly just now, this matter must not be kind, it would be better to not do one thing and keep doing two things...

He put his fingers together, pushed forward slightly, and the spirit sword in mid-air cut through the void, and plunged into Wen Jing's heart with a snort.

Wen Jing shook, fell from mid-air, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Several members of Hengyue Sect couldn't bear it, but they didn't dare to do anything in the end when they faced the staring eyes of others.

Satisfied, the old man withdrew his warning gaze. After thinking for a moment, he walked to Wen Jing's side.

Although the fairy said that the dagger has recognized its owner, there are many ways to erase the mark of the former owner. He is really interested in the dagger that can kill the fairy body.

Half of Wen Jing's body was blood-stained, lying quietly on his side on the ground, the jade crown that tied his hair was broken when it fell off just now, and the black hair spread out, and a few strands hung on his pale side face.

The old man condescendingly looked down at the almost lifeless young man, with a trace of regret in his eyes, but more of a sigh of relief—the waves behind push the waves ahead, but they, the waves ahead, actually don't want to be compared so quickly by the younger generations.

He reached out his hand to the Hunyuan dagger at Wen Jing's waist, picked it up easily, and looked at the sky.

The blade is sharp, like floating light, and it is indeed what an artifact should look like.

Nodding in satisfaction, he was about to raise his hand to erase the mark on it, but his hand was suddenly empty.

The old man's eyes widened in astonishment, and he lowered his head in disbelief—the dagger actually flew out of his hand, and plunged into his heart steadily and ruthlessly.

...and then give it a hard stir.

The sound of cracking ribs was muffled and creepy. The old man spat out a mouthful of blood in astonishment. He didn't have time to think about why his body protection aura didn't work at all. The broken heart was no longer enough to support his upright body. up.

He staggered and fell down, right next to Wen Jing.

But the young man who should have died sat up quietly at some point, and the wounds all over his body healed silently, revealing the smooth and flat skin underneath.

Originally cold eyes were black and gloomy, he tilted his head slightly, raised his hand, and squeezed his slender finger bones in the air, pinching a wisp of ethereal soul.

The old man in the tribulation period never imagined that Wen Jing could find himself, his palm-sized soul showed majesty, and uttered a stern and soft anger in his hands.

Wen Jing held him in front of her eyes, looked down for a while boredly, and then twitched her fingers.

The screams mixed with the whirring of the wind resounded through the cliff, and the spectators around were terrified, especially the most vicious ones who were chasing and killing just now.

After a few breaths, when the mountain top returned to calm, the world will forever lose a strong man who has survived the tribulation period.

(End of this chapter)