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Under the siege of the two masters of Crazy Sword and Furious Sword, King Du Tian, ​​who was already exhausted, was covered with wounds all over his body.

His face was covered with scarlet blood, and some of it was stained on his beard. His left arm hung down weakly. If you look carefully, there was a knife mark on his left shoulder, and the bones were exposed.

The most serious thing was a twenty centimeter-long sword wound on the chest, which spanned the entire chest. The blood inside kept flowing out, dripping from mid-air to the ground, as if it was raining lightly, and it was vaguely visible. See the organs inside.

If this was an ordinary person, he would probably be dead already.

"As expected of King Du Tian, ​​he gave me a good beating, but he was still not killed. He is so durable."

Crazy Dao smiled grimly while carrying the machete.

The clothes on his body were damaged in several places, and there was blood in some places, which was barely considered a minor injury.

King Du Tian's face was as dark as water. At this moment, he couldn't feel the existence of his left arm at all. The pain in his chest had become numb. He knew that he would definitely fall here today.

However, death is not terrible for him who has lived for hundreds of years. His only thought now is to find someone to support him.

"I will send you off today." Kuang Dao roared angrily, picked up the machete and prepared to kill the dying King Du Tian.

"Wait a minute." At this time, Nu Jian stopped him.

Nu Jian's robes were intact, there was no trace of blood on his body, and his breath was very stable. It was impossible to tell that he had just participated in a battle between three masters.

"King Du Tian, ​​before I die, I want to ask you a few questions." Nu Jian said indifferently.

King Du Tian smiled sadly: "Do you think I might answer? You don't even care about your life, so what are you threatening me with?"

Nu Jian's expression remained unchanged: "You don't care about your life, but what about the lives of hundreds of people in the Du family? As the so-called patron saint of the Du family, don't you care about their lives?"

King Du Tian gritted his teeth and said, "As a warrior, you should know the consequences of killing ordinary people indiscriminately."

Nu Jian said disdainfully: "Why do you think I would do it myself to kill those beings who are no more than ants in my eyes?"

King Du Tian's left hand dropped weakly, and he clenched his right hand tightly. His face was full of anger, and the energy around him was surging. A strong wind blew between heaven and earth, and wind blades condensed behind him.

"Shameless, I will kill you!"

call out!call out!call out!

Green light rippled between the sky and the earth, and the wind blades swarmed towards the angry sword like locusts crossing the border.

Each wind blade condenses a very terrifying power, which can shatter boulders, and even powerful warriors cannot resist it.

Facing dozens of such wind blades, Furious Sword remained calm, holding a long sword in his hand and shouted: "Raging Sword Technique, Cross Slash!"

Buzz!

The loud sword chant resounded through the sky, and the long sword in Nu Jian's hand shook slightly, and then swung violently.

Suddenly, a little golden light flew out from the tip of the sword. It was just a little bit at first, and gradually expanded into a cross-shaped slash during the flight, full of dangerous aura.

Facing dozens of wind blades coming at rapid speed, the cross slash was not conspicuous, and soon the two collided together.

Chi Chi!

Those powerful wind blades were like white snow meeting boiling oil when faced with cross slashes. They melted completely in an instant without causing even a splash.

And this wasn't the end, dozens of wind blades only dimmed the light of the cross slash a little, paused in mid-air, and then accelerated towards King Du Tian.

"The level of this qi technique..." King Du Tian's pupils narrowed, and he couldn't help but say while avoiding:

"Wu Jian, you have indeed been promoted to the second rank."

Nu Jian smiled and said: "It's good that you know, so don't make these futile resistances. Be honest and the pain will be less."

puff!

Although King Du Tian tried his best to avoid the cross slash, the wound on his chest was still torn open again by the aftermath.

Qi and blood surged up, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"King Du Tian, ​​I am very strange. I heard your name when I was young, and I knew that you seemed to have lived for a long time. Sixty or seventy years have passed, and you are still alive."

There was a hint of doubt in Nu Jian's voice: "According to my guess, your age must be over two hundred and fifty years old."

"From the battle just now, there is no doubt that you are still a first-class grandmaster, but the upper limit of a first-class master's life span is about one hundred and twenty years old. If you live ten or twenty more years, you can barely accept it, but you have lived at least one hundred more years. Year."

"Why is this?"

Faced with the question of Angry Sword, King Du Tian spit out a mouthful of blood foam and said with a cracked smile: "If you want to know, call grandpa first to listen."

At this moment, the zhenqi in his body was surging crazily, regardless of whether his battered body could hold it up, because he was prepared to fight to the death, and even if he died, he would have to give him a backstop.

As for the issue of the Raging Sword, he actually wanted to know. Yes, King Du Tian himself didn't know why he lived for so long, but he had a premonition that it seemed that some adventures he experienced when he was young led him to To live such a long life.

But every time he recalled his experiences in his youth, he was in great pain, and his head felt like it was going to explode.

As time goes by, his memory becomes worse and worse. It is normal for people to have memory loss once they get older, but for a grandmaster, this is very abnormal.

No matter how old a master is, his mind is always clear.

Therefore, King Du Tian's excessive longevity, memory loss when he was young, and memory loss when he is old are all abnormal.

Nu Jian was not angry but smiled and said: "At your age, it's not too much for me to call you grandpa. In fact, even if you don't answer, I can probably guess that the reason why you live so long is that you came into contact with people from the Seven Sacred Clan when you were young. Pass?"

The Seven Sacred Tribes?

Hearing this obviously unfamiliar title, he didn't know what was going on, but it was like a bomb exploded in King Du Tian's mind, making him miserable, as if something sealed deep in his mind was about to break out. Tearing his memory apart.

Seeing this, Nu Jian's expression flickered and he continued to ask sternly: "Back then, you met one or more of the seven sacred clans, and then received their gifts. You were promoted to Grandmaster, and your lifespan was greatly improved. Is that so? It's not like this?"

As if a keyword had been triggered, King Du Tian held his head and screamed in pain, and scenes of ruined scenes flashed through his mind like knives one after another.

Even if King Du Tian is a master, he cannot bear this kind of mental pain and torture, and his whole body is trembling.

"Did you see anything like paper from them, colorful? Do you know the whereabouts of those papers now?" The voice of the angry sword continued to sound:

"Do you know the secrets about paper?"

"Ahhh..." A series of questions made King Du Tian roar, and his body fell out of the air uncontrollably.

"Ancestor!" Du Wei quickly wanted to check.

"Don't come close." But Shen Feng stopped him.

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