Urban Demon Slayer

He Jun's mind was dumbfounded.

He didn't know how he could say the words "I want to take revenge". He was obviously terrified of these inner disciples of Qingcheng Mountain. He didn't even dare to speak loudly to them, no matter how they humiliated or bullied him. Indifferent, why do you suddenly want revenge today?

Is it because he was expelled by Qingcheng Mountain, but he has no scruples and let himself go, or is it because he does not want to lose Wang Qianchen's high branch, otherwise he is really helpless, or... does he really want revenge?

He didn't know what he was thinking. He only knew that after he said these words, he felt relieved, even more relaxed than ever before, as if he should have done this long ago, should have thought this way long ago, but he was just inspired by Wang Qianchen. .

After that, he felt his blood boiled and couldn't wait to fight Wan Long and the others. Even if he lost, even if it was a fiasco, he would not regret it, because he was standing, not kneeling!

In the corridor, Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua walked upstairs with the injured He Jun.

After he said "I want revenge", the two decided to continue to help him, and even the bricks said in their consciousness: "That's right, help a tough guy, I'll get angry when I see a useless person! "

"Thank you..." He Jun said softly.

"It's okay!" Wang Qianchen laughed.

"Just take care of it, we'll carry the rest together!" Wei Zihua also smiled heartily.

Being held by these two people, He Jun felt very warm and at ease, but he knew that if he wanted to truly gain the recognition of these two people, he had to be able to show the courage and determination to be on his own.

"Okay, then I'll go by myself." He Jun said softly, looking at the iron gate on the rooftop in front of him, and Wan Long, Zhang Quan and others who were following behind him.

"Okay?" Wang Qianchen froze for a moment and asked.

He knew that He Jun was seriously injured.

"Okay." He Jun smiled, took the initiative to withdraw his arm, and then walked to the door of the rooftop step by step.

Pushing open the door, the dazzling sun shines in.

He Jun walked in facing the sun, his back was slightly crooked, but full of firmness.

Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua looked at each other and immediately followed.

Wan Long, Zhang Quan and other disciples from Mount Qingcheng also stepped into the rooftop, and saw He Jun standing there in the middle of the rooftop, holding a sword in his hand.

He Jun was a disciple of Mount Qingcheng, of course he carried his sword with him, but it was the first time he drew it out.

The sun shone on his blood-covered body, which looked neither mighty nor domineering, but had a faint stubbornness.

Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua walked quickly to him, and then stood on both sides of him.

In this incident, He Jun is the absolute protagonist, and no one can steal his limelight.

"Zhang Quan, I want to fight you one-on-one." When Wanlong and his party walked into the rooftop, He Jun raised his sword and pointed straight ahead, his tone was sonorous.

The sun shines on his sword, and the blade is gorgeous and dazzling.

"Bastard, who are you scaring?" Zhang Quan didn't take him seriously at all, he drew his sword and rushed forward.

Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua immediately stepped aside, they would definitely not interfere with He Jun's decision, and Wan Long and others would not interfere, because they knew that Zhang Quan would win.

Zhang Quan is in the soil realm, He Jun is in the sand realm, there is no comparison.

The two quickly fought, and the sound of "ding ding ding dong" sounded. He Jun was at a disadvantage from the beginning, and Zhang Quan forced him to retreat step by step, and he also suffered a lot of sword wounds.

Zhang Quan could have killed He Jun in an instant, but he didn't do it.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua both frowned slightly, but they still didn't mean to go up and intervene, because He Jun should have lost, and it doesn't make much sense to intervene or not.

On the field, He Jun was still fighting with Zhang Quan.

"Let me stab him with a sword, just stab him with a sword..." He Jun murmured while trying to fight, his hands holding the sword glowed with some white light.

His voice was so low that even Zhang Quan, who was fighting with him, didn't hear it, but Wang Qianchen heard it.

The next second, He Jun, who had been forced to defend, suddenly stabbed with a sword.

Just one sword, just one sword.

This sword stabbed so fast and hard, Zhang Quan didn't react at all, he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen.

Looking down, the sword had already sunk into his lower abdomen.

"How...how could it be..." Zhang Quan clutched his lower abdomen, cold sweat quickly dripped from his forehead, staggered back, and then sat down on the ground.

He lost.

Although He Jun suffered more injuries, it was not fatal, and he was only hit by a sword, but he couldn't stand up in an instant.

There was silence on the rooftop, and everyone was dumbfounded.

"Fuck, how did he stab out this sword, it doesn't look like his previous level!" Wei Zihua said in a stunned voice.

Wang Qianchen didn't speak, and looked at He Jun with flickering eyes, as if conscious and understood.

"I won!" He Jun, who was covered in blood, turned his head, and the injury on his body was like a feat.

"Well, you won!" Wang Qianchen's eyes widened.