hero?it must be me

As long as you can [cut out the vacuum], it will be fine.

As long as one develops a slash that can divide even air into two, cutting off the flow of water and fire is nothing more than a trivial matter.

It's a pity that Zheng Qi at that time didn't really have the opportunity to experience the real vacuum cut.

And when Zheng Qi's fist grasped the power of Shenlong, Zheng Qi thought about a question.

Will one day, I can meet a sword that can cut off Longyan?

What kind of sword can cut the breath of Shenlong into two?

——At this moment, the answer appeared in front of Zheng Qi.

The roaring Yanlong, amidst the sudden sound that seemed to come from a broken zither, was cut neatly in the center.

Not only that, along the invisible [line] that seemed to be standing in front of the gate of the Azrael Temple, the severed Yanlong immediately lost its form and spirit, as if returning to the normal flow of flames, and was about to touch the soul. When the mountain walls on both sides of the temple disappear in the night wind.

"Are you awake now, old man?"

Looking at the tall figure finally revealed in front of the gate of the spiritual temple, Zheng Qi revealed a spark from the corner of his mouth.

"If you want to fight, you have to come out and fight with me."

Chapter 389 Chapter 89: I hold it, old man

"Swordsman...?"

Looking at the straight figure dressed in armor, holding a big sword in his hand, and flowing black mist and ghostly fire all over his body, Matthew's eyes widened.

Hassan Sabah.

What would the first generation of the old man in the mountain look like?

On the way here, Matthew actually thought about it curiously.

But when she actually saw it, facing the figure that looked more like a statue than a follower or a heroic spirit, Matthew still couldn't help but murmured in amazement: "The first old man in the mountain... Is it actually a swordsman?"

That's right.

It would be difficult for anyone to associate this tall figure with the word "Assassin" at first sight.

Not to mention, after seeing clearly the big black sword in this person's hand.

As a two-handed sword, the heaviness and solidity of this pitch-black blade is one of the best even among the many two-handed sword-shaped treasures Matthew has seen.

This posture, no matter how you look at it, is more like a swordsman, and it is the kind of powerful swordsman who is known for his bravery and drives the sword.

This, turned out to be the first generation of the old man in the mountains?

It can be said that Matthew's surprise is reasonable.

And the person who was more panicked than her finally couldn't help shouting at this moment.

"No, no, no! Mash, it's not this that should surprise you, this Assassin—could it be a crown—"

Before Roman could finish his words, the first-generation Hassan gently waved the sword in his hand.

That silent movement, as if this big sword is just a superficial appearance.

However, Roman's reaction told everyone present that this sword was extraordinary.

"Wow?! What, video?! I can't see the video?!"

"Stop saying silly things, magician."

It wasn't until this time that the first-generation Hassan, who leisurely put the sword in his hand, said, "Don't violate the young tyrant's bloodless courage."

His deep eye sockets, quietly burning with blue flames, met with Zheng Qi's dragon pupils that painted the twilight of the falling sun.

"Welcome to my spiritual temple, I am the old man of the mountain, Hassan Sabah."

Zheng Qi frowned.

"I am Zheng Qi."

After speaking, he raised his fists.

"You have nothing else to say, old man."

"..."

"Wait, wait! Please wait a moment, Your Excellency Zheng Qi, the first generation of adults!!"

The curse wrist who was finally able to speak hastily opened his mouth.

"My lord of the first generation, although Your Excellency Zheng Qi doesn't know our rules, but so far, he has saved the people of the mountain from danger many times. He has been kind to us and the people of the mountain! If there is any conflict, it is just outspoken. This head guarantees that Your Excellency Zheng Qi is pure in nature! He is definitely not a vicious person!"

He raised his voice and speeded up his speech, as if he was afraid that before he could finish speaking, the two in front of him would fight again.

"You don't have a leader anymore, how can you guarantee it?"

"..."

A word from the first generation of Hassan made the eager cursing wrist speechless for a moment.

When Zheng Qi heard the words, he also glanced at the curse wrist, frowning slightly.

"What do you mean? Isn't your head in good shape, Cursed Wrist."

"..."

The curse wrist is silent.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zheng Qi turned his head and was about to speak to the first generation Hassan.

"Your Excellency Zheng Qi."

The curse wrist said in a deep voice: "I, Yu Jing Mi, would not want to see you as an enemy of the first generation of adults, you pity Jing Mi, and when she wakes up and finds out, she will be very happy, but if you want to fight against the first generation of adults For the enemy, we..."

Anyone can hear the sincere plea in the words.

Hearing the words of the curse wrist, Zheng Qi once again set his sights on the first-generation Hassan.

After the two sides looked at each other in silence for a while, Zheng Qi suddenly made a sound.

"Curse wrist, you are a good person."

He loosened his frown just now, and said calmly: "However, you got two things wrong."

two things?

Curse Wrist looked at Zheng Qi in a daze.

"The first thing is, I never thought of becoming an enemy of this old man from the beginning."

As he spoke, the corners of Zheng Qi's mouth rose slightly.

"And this second thing—"

The mountain on which the shrine of Azrael stands seemed to shake for a moment.

The howling heat wave blew Lixiang's hair and skirt into a flamboyant and indulgent look.

Immediately afterwards, in the turbulent current that would make people subconsciously want to cover their faces with their hands, a sonorous sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly exploded in front of the gate of the Azrael Temple.

Everyone hastened to follow the sound!

——The big black sword pierced into Zheng Qi's left fist straightly. After splitting the thick middle finger neatly, it continued to cut the palm, reaching the wrist...

In the end, it stopped at the junction of the giant fist and the forearm.

This is not because the old man stopped the sword.

"Well."

In the mouth of the old man, there was a deep moan.

Like a sigh, but also like surprised.

blocked.

No... not right.

Precisely--

"I've got it, sir."

The old man nodded imperceptibly to what Zheng Qi said.

It turns out that fists can still be held like this.

In the old man's heart, he couldn't help but feel such emotion.

That's right.

This sword, which is enough to separate Long Yan, is the left fist swung head-on by Zheng Qi, using bones, flesh and blood, and will!

It's so abrupt, hold it!

Almost at the moment when Zheng Qi uttered his voice and the old man nodded, Zheng Qi stepped forward and pulled his clenched right fist back.

"call!!"

Rather than saying it was wind, it was better to say that it was a cannonball condensed by some kind of air.

The power that burst out from Zheng Qi's giant fist, even in front of everyone's eyes, squeezed the airflow out of a shape that even Li Xiang could see a little outline with the naked eye!

Such a thing, as if passing through the old man's straight body, slammed into the gate of the Yazrael Temple behind.

It wasn't until this moment that Zheng Qi and the first-generation Hassan stopped all actions at the same time, as if an old movie had pressed the pause button.

It was only at this time that the cursed wrist closest to them could barely react.

Just as he was forcing himself, trying to do something to stop Zheng Qi and the first generation Hassan, Zheng Qi spoke suddenly.

"Curse Wrist, the second thing you got wrong is..."

He retracted his right fist, and let go of the left fist holding the big sword.

"It's not just that enemies fight with each other."

The first-generation Hassan, who tilted his head to the side, also slowly turned his pale skeleton face back.

The cracked skull face was quickly repaired in the blue flames.

"Grandpa, it's amazing."

Zheng Qi said with a smile.

"The future is terrifying."

The old man An Ran replied.

He looked at Zheng Qi in front of him.

"There will never be redemption, there will be no rest, even if the destiny is lost, are you really not afraid?"

Zheng Qi didn't speak, but just took out a new coat from the magic book space.

On the contrary, it is the magic book.

She did not know when she appeared, standing on Zheng Qi's shoulder at this moment, bent over, staring at the old man with those blue eyes.

Rarely, in those eyes, which are always more like a pair of beautiful gemstones than the eyes of living beings, there seems to be anger floating.

"pity."

The old man sprinkled the blood on the sword and put it back in his palm.

Looking at Zheng Qi, he said plainly again.

"pity."

Immediately, the first-generation Hassan turned his head and looked at Lixiang.

"Magicians, if you want to save the world, there are some things you must know."

"But before that, I have two questions for you to answer."

Chapter 390 Chapter 90: Give it to me, bite the bullet

Being watched by the first generation of Hassan, Lixiang did not give birth to the slightest timidity.

Rather, she looked more relieved.