God-Level Choice

Chu Wufang looked at him with pity: "Do you think Master likes you?"

Ba Juetian stared at him.

Chu Wufang shook his head and said, "How can I like you? This is just pity for you."

"It's okay to be poor or like it!" Ba Juetian clenched his teeth and said, "But why? Why are you doing this!"

His admiration for Hu Ranchen turned into anger and hatred, his heart ached and burned, and it seemed that "September 37" was frozen in an ice room.

I adore, respect, please him, but in the end, I got this ending?

He thinks he is so stupid!

I'm blind, I love such people!

"Because Master has counted, you will take this step!" Chu Wufang said: "Look at your wolfish ambition!"

"Hahahaha" Ba Juetian looked up to the sky and laughed, looking like he was crazy, blood started to gurgle from his mouth.

The blood in the chest cavity was not so turbulent, it seemed that it was about to drain, and it began to flow out of his mouth.

Chu Wufang looked at him sympathetically.

He could vaguely feel Ba Juetian's feelings. If the master passed more swords to Ba Juetian, he would be very disappointed and painful.

But he immediately restrained his pity, which Ba Juetian deserved. Who made him commit suicide?

This is the master's helpless move.

"Hahahaha" A cold light flew out of Ba Jue's sleeve, like thunder.

The cold light ignored the radiance bursting from Chu Wufang's body, instantly penetrated his body, and flew back into Ba Jue's sleeve.

"You..." Chu Wufang froze under the complicated smile on her face, looking down at her heart.

There was a hole in his heart, and blood gushed out.

"You," Chu Wufang said with difficulty, "what kind of sword is this?"

Before me, the darkness surged, and my daughter-in-law devoured herself.

He tried his best to use his internal energy to prevent his life from disappearing. Saying this seems to gather all his strength.

After saying this, he was out of breath.

"Of course it's the Heart Sword!" Ba Juetian laughed wildly, staring at him respectfully. "I've trained my Heart Sword to this point. What about you?"!

His eyes were shining, his face was ruddy, the Lord smiled and said: "Chu Wufang, after you die, I will take good care of this magical palace!"

"You don't mind?" Chu Wufang frowned.

He felt a strange power flowing in his body, but it was the treasures in the sect that nourished him and helped him recover...

Ba Juetian smiled and said, "I'm disappointed that I was able to reverse my life and death by practicing amazing skills."? Hahahaha"

He laughed in the sky, as if he was crazy: "Master, the old man must be very disappointed, hahahaha.

Chu Wufang felt that his physical strength was slowly recovering, and his vitality was gradually becoming stronger, which blocked the footsteps of the god of death.

As long as you drag a few more words, you can completely recover. Even if your heart is hurt, it will not hinder the casting of the heart sword, nor will it reduce the power of the heart.

However, what is frightening is that Ba Juetian has practiced his heart sword to such an extent. If the master didn't pass by with the sword, he would die today. "My lord laughs!" A cold light flew out of Ba Juetian's sleeve again. If it was a thunderbolt of 50,000 jun, it would have hit Chu's bad eyebrows before the sky came down.

"Bang!" Chu Cuo shot big and brightly, and the flames soared into the sky, like a round of sun setting.

"Bang!" He slowly fell to the sky and died.

"Hahahaha" Ba Juetian laughed again and again: "Hit me, stay away from you!"

He looked up sharply at him. .