"Xiao Jue, be careful!"

Seeing this sharp blade flying directly towards Xiao Jie, Liu Yue's whole face turned blue in horror. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This scene is exactly the same as what he experienced at the beginning. This blade has turned translucent, as long as it enters Xiao Jie's body, Xiao Jue will also become the same as before!

What can I do!?

Liu Yue was so anxious that his eyes were split, and he grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, but he was helpless.

"Whew!"

The translucent blade finally slowly pierced into Xiao Jie's arm, and then disappeared. Xiao Jie's body fell heavily under the effect of the sharp blade.

"Xiao Due...."

Liu Yue caught Xiao Jie's fallen body, and he didn't know what to do at all. When he was manipulated by the blade just now, it was Xiao Jue who saved him, and he couldn't throw Xiao Jue down anyway, but once Xiao Jue was manipulated by the blade, what could he do with a little bronze?

That's right, get out of here!

He vaguely remembered that this sharp blade took him to the vicinity of the War College, it was he who forcibly avoided the crowds and found here, as long as he left here with Xiao Jue and returned to the War College, the people of the War College must have a way to save Xiao Jie.

Thinking of this, Liu Yue's eyes flashed with firmness, and he picked up Xiao Jie's body and walked towards the outside of the training ground.

At this moment, Xiao Jue had already fallen into a deep coma.

This time, unlike before, Xiao Jue did not directly enter the memory of the owner of the "artifact", but met the deity.

No, not the deity, but a remnant of consciousness.

A misty reddish-purple glow swirled around him, making his body look a little blurry, and he could barely see it, he was wearing black soft armor and a short red cloak draped over his shoulders.

"This is...."

Through the misty halo, Xiao Jue couldn't really see the appearance of this divine sense, and could only vaguely see a rough idea. But even if you can't see it really, from his outfit, it can still be seen that he is a ninja.

With such a stature, it can't be Kenan and Akali.

So, he's .....

Black soft armor, short red cloak, and the blade....

It's a catastrophe!

"You're the 'Lord of the Shadow Stream'?" Xiao Jue's eyes fell on the misty divine sense, and there was a bit of respect in his tone.

In the face of the "gods" of this different time and space, Xiao Jue's tone was naturally very polite.

It's just that he didn't seem to hear Xiao Jie's voice at all, his eyes were obviously looking at Xiao Jie, but they seemed to have passed through his body, looked into the distance, and muttered to himself, "Wrong, I was wrong....."

Wrong!?

What's wrong?

Xiao Jue looked at the illusory "calamity" in front of him with a confused expression, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, but his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and his voice continued, "No, I shouldn't have turned my back on the concept of balance, let alone be used by it..."

Exploited by it!?

What does "it" refer to, or, who is it?

In Xiao Jie's mind, recalling the backstory of the League of Legends, it seems that because he captured an ominous box, he will embark on the road of betraying balance.

Could it be that inside this ominous box is the power of darkness!? So, what is the relationship between this dark power and that thick black, or is it simply that thick black that is doing ghosts!?

"This 'Ghost Slash' and 'Soul Blade' are a pair, since you can rescue me from the 'Ghost Slash', you will definitely be able to find the 'Soul Blade', please say 'I'm sorry' to my senior brother on my behalf...."

When Xiao Jue was stunned, the body of "Tribulation" slowly dissipated and turned into a completely transparent color, and his words sounded in Xiao Jie's ears.

Soul Blade....

If I'm not mistaken, it should be the weapon of the "Twilight Eyes" Shen.

Xiao Jue clearly remembered that in the League of Legends, he killed Shen's father and slaughtered many disciples, it stands to reason that he and Shen should be incompatible, is there anything hidden in this?

"Buzz!"

At the moment when the body of "Tribulation" dissipated, there was a roar in Xiao Jue's head, and the scene in front of him switched again, this is a familiar memory picture.

"Whoosh!"

The blade is struck, and then retracted. The young tribulation repeated the boring movements back and forth, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, but he didn't seem to notice it.

His eyebrows were distinct, and there was a bit of stubbornness in his dark eyes.

An older boy walked over, with a peaceful smile on his face that had not changed for thousands of years, and looked at the figure of Xiao Xiaoxiao, "Senior brother, let's rest." ”

"Senior brother, I'm not tired." Seeing Shen coming over, an innocent smile rose on the corner of his lips, and he ran to Shen's side.

This is his senior brother and his master's son, Shen.

The senior brother is not only outstanding in kung fu, but also always adheres to the way of balance, is not arrogant, impatient, impartial, and has a calm personality, which is very liked by the master.

It would be nice if one day, he could be as good as his senior brother and get the favor of his master.

Xiao Zheng looked up at Shen, who was nearly half a head taller than him, clenched his small fists, and a touch of stubbornness flashed in his dark eyes like jade.

Shen just put on a peaceful smile, reached out and touched the head of the robbery, he, a junior brother, is good at everything, but the obsession is too heavy, which is probably not conducive to his cultivation. However, he is still young, and perhaps in time he will be able to understand.

However, spring goes to autumn, 5 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the little catastrophe has grown into a teenager, and even his height is almost the same as Shen, and his obsession has not been reduced in the slightest, but has become heavier and heavier.

"Bang dang!"

In another competition, his sword and Shen's sword collided with each other, bursting out with sparks, and under the huge force, the two swords flew into the air at the same time.

This match, as always, was a draw.

Draw, draw, draw!!

Why is it another draw!?

In the narrow eyes, a touch of unwillingness flashed. He didn't understand why, no matter how hard he tried, there was no way to defeat Shen, and if there was no way to defeat him, he would never get the favor of the master, and in the eyes of the master, only Shen would always be the best.

What exactly does it take for him to win?

Zai's heart was holding an unspeakable breath, but Shen was as calm as ever, with a flat smile on his unsmiling face, he looked at Zai, "Little junior brother, your kung fu has improved a lot." ”

I've improved a lot!?

A sneer crossed his heart, even if he was refined, so what, it wasn't that he couldn't beat him!?

P.S. Thank you very much for being willing to accompany me all the way