Chapter 577 I'll Kill Him

"Hua Dao?"

An Qingyu saw the blood mist and white threads floating out of the figure, and disbelief appeared in his eyes.

This scene is too familiar to them.

Not long ago, Zhou Ping, who stepped into the realm of the gods and mastered the law of swords, disappeared in the process of transformation...

The person in front of him is actually transforming himself?

In other words, he has also stepped into the divine realm and mastered a certain law?

An Qingyu, Jiang Er, and Jia Lan were very puzzled by this, but the other four stayed in place like sculptures.

Lin Qiye, Cao Yuan, Baili Pangpang and Shen Qingzhu looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes!

The gray cloak, the long white knife at the waist, and the mask with the word "King" on it...all these seem to reveal his identity.

They have seen this man.

The fourth special team of the Great Xia Night Watch, [Masked] team leader, Wang Mian.

Lin Qiye would never admit his mistake. Back then when they first entered the training camp, the [Masquerade] team conducted actual combat exercises with them. He even faced the King Face who had suppressed the realm head-on.

That [Yiyuan] handle is still fresh in his memory.

But the problem is... Wang Mian is just a captain in the "Klein" realm, and he has not stepped into the human ceiling realm, so how could he start to transform?

What's more, he is still a young man less than thirty years old, how come he suddenly looks like an old man in his sixties or seventies?

And why is he sitting on a small boat alone, holding a knife and sitting on the surface of the sea?

Endless doubts emerged in the hearts of several people, Lin Qiye stared at the white-haired figure, and tentatively said:

"King's face?"

Wow -! !

A wave hit the small boat, and the rushing water splashed in all directions, but not a drop of water fell on the old figure, and there was not even a single water stain on the inside of the small boat.

The figure was driving the boat, sitting on the rough sea, like a sculpture motionless.

He didn't answer. Under the "king" mask, those deep eyes stared at the seven people in front of him. After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes.

His right hand, full of wrinkles and age spots, rested lightly on the handle of the knife at his waist.

The tumbling sea stopped instantly!

The white waves are fixed on the sea surface, the floating clouds are embedded in the blue sky, the water drops are floating in all directions, and the smooth spherical surface clearly reflects the sculptural figures of Lin Qiye and Seven People.

In the hazy mist, [Yi Yuan] slowly unsheathed.

The bright blade reflected a long river of time flowing like silk and satin, exuding light blue light, the moment the long sword was unsheathed, the old figure coughed violently again.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Scarlet blood coughed in the boat, his right hand clenched the handle of the knife, and the blade slowly slashed towards the seven figures.

Snapped--!

One foot stepped forward, stepping on the sea stopped by time, splashing a splash of water.

Under the "king" mask, those old eyes suddenly opened.

Among the seven people who were supposed to be frozen in time, the girl in a dark blue Han robe with black hair like a waterfall took a step forward, opened her arms, and stood in front of the other six people, looking at him with vigilant and fierce eyes .

Under the mask, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he sighed helplessly.

"Your time... I almost forgot that you are here at this time."

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Jia Lan said coldly.

"It doesn't matter who I am." He said slowly, "I... come to kill people."

Jia Lan's brows were tightly furrowed, and killing intent erupted in his eyes.

"You want to kill them? Do you dare?" She reached out and patted the black box behind her back, and the golden [Tianque] spear fell into her hand. The tip of the spear shone with a dazzling golden light, and the surging breath swept the surrounding peaceful sea Ripples rolled up again.

The man shook his head.

"I don't kill everyone, I only kill one person." His old voice echoed in the air, "He must die here... Otherwise, he will become the nightmare of the whole world in the future."

"Who?"

The white-haired figure slowly raised his hand, pointing his fingertips at one of the seven people.

Jia Lan's eyes fell on the man, and his brows frowned even tighter.

She turned her head and said firmly, "I can't let you kill him."

"If he does not die, hundreds of millions of souls will die because of him."

"I do not believe."

"I have seen."

"I haven't seen it!" Jia Lan stared at the eyes under the mask, and said every word, "We are the [Night Curtain] team, and he is one of us. We have made an oath, Will be invincible under the night...

It is impossible for me to watch my companion die in front of me just because of your illusory words.

I believe in every single one of them.

But I don't believe you. "

Jia Lan held the golden spear in his hand, his eyes were full of determination and firmness, "Today, as long as I'm still here, you won't be able to kill anyone."

On the sea, the old man sitting alone in the lone boat fell silent.

"Companion..."

He lowered his head slowly, looking at his old but spotless gray cloak.

In his eyes, deep nostalgia and sadness emerged... The fingers covered with spots, unconsciously, gently rubbed the corner of the cloak.

Time seemed to stand still.

In those cloudy eyes, one after another, those young figures who were also wearing gray cloaks and masks of various colors were reflected, laughing and cursing...

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Gone in a flash.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the figure standing on the sea, holding a spear.

"You, really want to stop me?"

"want."

"I finally came back."

"Then please go back."

"I can not be reconciled."

Garan's eyes shone dangerously.

"Now that I'm here, I'm going to do something."

He looked at Jia Lan, hesitated for a moment, then swung the [Yi Yuan] in his hand...and pierced into the sea below him.

Time flowed on the surface of [Yi Yuan], and it was transformed into a huge and tyrannical sword glow, pouring into the bottom of the sea, and then a huge deep-sea vortex spread out under everyone's feet!

The billowing sea water rolled up the six figures frozen by time, poured into the vortex, scattered and disappeared into the depths of the ocean in the blink of an eye.

When Jia Lan saw this scene, her pupils shrank suddenly. She turned her head and gritted her teeth to see the old figure holding a long knife, holding a long gun, and galloping forward like lightning!

"Now you can't beat me."

He shook his head, and the long knife in his palm slashed out again, a sky-penetrating knife light almost separated the entire sea area, and slashed on Jia Lan's body. Shake it away!

Her figure disappeared at the end of the field of vision.

The chopped seawater fell from the sky like a light rain.

The figure sat alone on the boat, coughing violently, and slowly sheathed the long knife, his pale hair fluttering in the wind, indescribably lonely and lonely.

A long river of time vaguely appeared behind him, and the boat under his feet moved, carried him, and gradually disappeared on the surface of the sea.