Quanmin: I recited the Three Thousand Daozang and became a Celestial Master
Chapter 398 The end of the hunter?
Yang Jie didn't say anything more, and a cold crescent moon knife appeared in both hands.
A dark green enchanted armor emerged from his body, covering his whole body and face, with only his eyes exposed.
With no choice left, the hunter organization came to the point of disintegration.
To die in prison for life, it is better to have a quick fight, which can be regarded as an explanation for yourself.
"Then let me see how outstanding the current junior is?" Yang Jie looked at Zhuang Chu and said.
As soon as the words fell, Yang Jie's figure disappeared in place.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Zhuang Chu, and he cut off the two crescent long sabers without hesitation.
With a slight difference, Zhuang Chu took a step back, which was obviously a light step, but he directly stepped back several meters.
A blood sword appeared in his hand, his eyes were calm.
Yang Jie seemed to have expected this, and followed closely behind, not even more than one breath away.
The powerful combat experience and intuition are fully reflected at this time.
In the battles that Yang Jie participated in in his life, apart from God of War and Heavenly King, he couldn't find a third one in China, and there were more battles than him.
In terms of talent, it is indeed not as good as the king of heaven. In terms of occupation, it is even an ordinary warrior occupation, not a hidden occupation.
Getting to where I am now is all about hard work and perseverance.
I still remember that when he was young, Yang Jie admired and yearned for the God of War Hengqing the most.
Use a knife to kill the majesty and backbone of the Huaxia human race!
But who would have thought that decades later, it would end like it is now.
The scimitar showed its sharpness, and it fell towards Zhuang Chu one after another.
The powerful knife edge had already smashed the office to pieces, and the building kept shaking.
Many people hurried downstairs and left in horror, not knowing what happened.
But Zhuang Chu dodged all of them, his eyes as calm as water seemed to see through all of Yang Jie's movements.
He dared to deal with this old senior, so he was sure. The prerequisite for breaking through the rank eight gentleman was to comprehend the natal word.
After spending more than three months, he finally realized his natal character.
That is the 'heart'.
From killing one's body to becoming a demon, and then turning into a gentleman.
Saint character, Confucianism of mind.
The most important thing is your own heart after all.
If the heart is invincible, the person is invincible.
If the heart is free from fear, the person will be free from fear.
If the heart is fast, everything is very fast, so no matter how fast Yang Jie moves, it will not be as fast as the heart, and Zhuang Chu can easily react.
No matter how powerful Yang Jie's skills are, everything is under his control.
The two rushed out of the building, stepped on the tempered glass on the wall, and came to the rooftop to continue the previous battle.
During this period, although Zhuang Chu looked passive, he actually mastered all the rhythms.
It was his intention to come to the rooftop. If Yang Jie knocked down the building, it would cause many innocent casualties.
After arriving on the rooftop, Yang Jie panted slightly, staring at Zhuang Chu with disbelief in his eyes.
My level is close to rank nine, but I can't do anything to a young man who has just entered rank eight.
Is this the career gap?
Zhuang Chu raised the blood sword, looked at Yang Jie and said, "After all, I am old, so my thoughts are confused."
"Huaxia's human race is not as bad as you think, and the royal family is not as good as you think. Rights, prestige, and interests are all illusory. There is nothing to pursue if you don't bring things with you in life or death. "
"Haha, how about saying this again when you're my age?" Yang Jie laughed loudly.
More terrifying energy fluctuations erupted from Yang Jie's body, displaying the true meaning of his profession.
He founded the hunter organization, his own profession, and the true meaning of the profession he comprehends are naturally related to hunters.
What is a hunter?
Enough patience, enough forbearance, enough ruthlessness.
If you don't make a move, it's enough, but if you make a move, it will be amazing!
Although it is not a hidden profession, Yang Jie's combat profession is also very comprehensive.
And the cost of moves and skills is low, there are certain kills, there are concealment, and there are tracking.
The prey he was almost staring at never escaped.
Zhuang Chu watched Yang Jie disappear before his eyes, but his dangerous aura suddenly increased several times, knowing that he was approaching him quickly.
But sometimes, the identities of the hunter and the prey are interchangeable.
Yang Jie, who has been a hunter all his life, seems to have forgotten this.
The demonic nature of the blood sword in Zhuang Chu's hand was released, covering the whole body like a beam of blood light, and then spread out instantly.
His bloody hair spread out, his eyes turned red, and the robe on his body turned into a blood-colored robe.
The end of the trial, unfold!
Yang Jie's hidden figure was directly revealed, and without waiting for a reaction, the blood around him surged like thick blood and surrounded him.
No matter how much Yang Jie struggled, he couldn't break free.
Professional crushing, truth crushing, not to say that Yang Jie is not strong, but that Zhuang Chu is stronger!
He did things that the four great corpse ancestors could not do, controlled the devil's heart, and became a king by becoming a devil.
Such an achievement, even thousands of years ago, is still the appearance of a saint!
Zhuang Chu disappeared in place holding the sword, and the bloody sword light instantly appeared in the blood circle, a cold sword mark.
It runs through the entire rooftop, through the blood world, and through that powerful but old body.
The sword light flickered for a long time before disappearing.
With the disappearance of the blood realm and demonic energy, he returned to the long sword.
Yang Jie's body stood in place, staring blankly at the fatal wound on his heart.
"Bang dong!"
Feeling the strength of the limbs fading rapidly, the body half-kneeled on the ground uncontrollably.
Yang Jie spat out a mouthful of blood, and both scimitars in his hand broke to the ground.
He saw the sword light, but couldn't stop it.
So, is this the strength of a rising star?
It is indeed very powerful, and it can be regarded as understanding why there is the name of killing gods.
Zhuang Chu came to him and said calmly: "Boss Yang, thank you for everything you have done for the Huaxia people. At least such a strong mark will be left in the historical files, and treason will not be recorded."
"Then I should say thank you."
Yang Jie couldn't help laughing. He fought all his life, but because of his health, he didn't leave any children behind.
Song Yan was the only one raised as his own child.
Perhaps fortunately, the communicator was not damaged in the battle.
Wiping the blood from his mouth, he made one last call.
When Song Yan's face appeared on the screen again, Yang Jie was silent for a long time before saying:
"I'm sorry kid."
Song Yan was a little dazed, but as a doctor, he quickly noticed that Yang Jie's expression was not right, and his pupils were getting dizzy.
His expression couldn't help but change, "Uncle Yang, you..."
Yang Jie couldn't help but smiled with relief, "I still didn't hide it from you, it's okay, when that day started, I knew that there would always be such a day for me, and it came a little slower, so I'm dragging you down."
"If you can... Surrender, live, it's more important than anything..."
After saying the last sentence, Yang Jie tried his best to hang up the communication.
Song Yan raised his forehead a little, "Uncle Yang, I have already surrendered. Uncle Yang, your heart is broken now, don't you remember the pen I gave you a while ago?"
"There is a drug I newly developed in the pen cap, which was developed through the blood of those ghoul students. It can be injected into the heart and can be restored, but there is a certain risk of assimilation."
Yang Jie's eyes burst out with brilliance.
Zhuang Chu: "..."
"You boy, it has to be you!"
Yang Jie immediately took out the pen he was carrying with him, opened the tip of the pen, and indeed found a medicine like a small needle tube, if he didn't pay attention, he wouldn't notice it at all.
If he could survive, he certainly didn't want to die, so he took out the medicine and stabbed it directly into the heart.
A dark green enchanted armor emerged from his body, covering his whole body and face, with only his eyes exposed.
With no choice left, the hunter organization came to the point of disintegration.
To die in prison for life, it is better to have a quick fight, which can be regarded as an explanation for yourself.
"Then let me see how outstanding the current junior is?" Yang Jie looked at Zhuang Chu and said.
As soon as the words fell, Yang Jie's figure disappeared in place.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Zhuang Chu, and he cut off the two crescent long sabers without hesitation.
With a slight difference, Zhuang Chu took a step back, which was obviously a light step, but he directly stepped back several meters.
A blood sword appeared in his hand, his eyes were calm.
Yang Jie seemed to have expected this, and followed closely behind, not even more than one breath away.
The powerful combat experience and intuition are fully reflected at this time.
In the battles that Yang Jie participated in in his life, apart from God of War and Heavenly King, he couldn't find a third one in China, and there were more battles than him.
In terms of talent, it is indeed not as good as the king of heaven. In terms of occupation, it is even an ordinary warrior occupation, not a hidden occupation.
Getting to where I am now is all about hard work and perseverance.
I still remember that when he was young, Yang Jie admired and yearned for the God of War Hengqing the most.
Use a knife to kill the majesty and backbone of the Huaxia human race!
But who would have thought that decades later, it would end like it is now.
The scimitar showed its sharpness, and it fell towards Zhuang Chu one after another.
The powerful knife edge had already smashed the office to pieces, and the building kept shaking.
Many people hurried downstairs and left in horror, not knowing what happened.
But Zhuang Chu dodged all of them, his eyes as calm as water seemed to see through all of Yang Jie's movements.
He dared to deal with this old senior, so he was sure. The prerequisite for breaking through the rank eight gentleman was to comprehend the natal word.
After spending more than three months, he finally realized his natal character.
That is the 'heart'.
From killing one's body to becoming a demon, and then turning into a gentleman.
Saint character, Confucianism of mind.
The most important thing is your own heart after all.
If the heart is invincible, the person is invincible.
If the heart is free from fear, the person will be free from fear.
If the heart is fast, everything is very fast, so no matter how fast Yang Jie moves, it will not be as fast as the heart, and Zhuang Chu can easily react.
No matter how powerful Yang Jie's skills are, everything is under his control.
The two rushed out of the building, stepped on the tempered glass on the wall, and came to the rooftop to continue the previous battle.
During this period, although Zhuang Chu looked passive, he actually mastered all the rhythms.
It was his intention to come to the rooftop. If Yang Jie knocked down the building, it would cause many innocent casualties.
After arriving on the rooftop, Yang Jie panted slightly, staring at Zhuang Chu with disbelief in his eyes.
My level is close to rank nine, but I can't do anything to a young man who has just entered rank eight.
Is this the career gap?
Zhuang Chu raised the blood sword, looked at Yang Jie and said, "After all, I am old, so my thoughts are confused."
"Huaxia's human race is not as bad as you think, and the royal family is not as good as you think. Rights, prestige, and interests are all illusory. There is nothing to pursue if you don't bring things with you in life or death. "
"Haha, how about saying this again when you're my age?" Yang Jie laughed loudly.
More terrifying energy fluctuations erupted from Yang Jie's body, displaying the true meaning of his profession.
He founded the hunter organization, his own profession, and the true meaning of the profession he comprehends are naturally related to hunters.
What is a hunter?
Enough patience, enough forbearance, enough ruthlessness.
If you don't make a move, it's enough, but if you make a move, it will be amazing!
Although it is not a hidden profession, Yang Jie's combat profession is also very comprehensive.
And the cost of moves and skills is low, there are certain kills, there are concealment, and there are tracking.
The prey he was almost staring at never escaped.
Zhuang Chu watched Yang Jie disappear before his eyes, but his dangerous aura suddenly increased several times, knowing that he was approaching him quickly.
But sometimes, the identities of the hunter and the prey are interchangeable.
Yang Jie, who has been a hunter all his life, seems to have forgotten this.
The demonic nature of the blood sword in Zhuang Chu's hand was released, covering the whole body like a beam of blood light, and then spread out instantly.
His bloody hair spread out, his eyes turned red, and the robe on his body turned into a blood-colored robe.
The end of the trial, unfold!
Yang Jie's hidden figure was directly revealed, and without waiting for a reaction, the blood around him surged like thick blood and surrounded him.
No matter how much Yang Jie struggled, he couldn't break free.
Professional crushing, truth crushing, not to say that Yang Jie is not strong, but that Zhuang Chu is stronger!
He did things that the four great corpse ancestors could not do, controlled the devil's heart, and became a king by becoming a devil.
Such an achievement, even thousands of years ago, is still the appearance of a saint!
Zhuang Chu disappeared in place holding the sword, and the bloody sword light instantly appeared in the blood circle, a cold sword mark.
It runs through the entire rooftop, through the blood world, and through that powerful but old body.
The sword light flickered for a long time before disappearing.
With the disappearance of the blood realm and demonic energy, he returned to the long sword.
Yang Jie's body stood in place, staring blankly at the fatal wound on his heart.
"Bang dong!"
Feeling the strength of the limbs fading rapidly, the body half-kneeled on the ground uncontrollably.
Yang Jie spat out a mouthful of blood, and both scimitars in his hand broke to the ground.
He saw the sword light, but couldn't stop it.
So, is this the strength of a rising star?
It is indeed very powerful, and it can be regarded as understanding why there is the name of killing gods.
Zhuang Chu came to him and said calmly: "Boss Yang, thank you for everything you have done for the Huaxia people. At least such a strong mark will be left in the historical files, and treason will not be recorded."
"Then I should say thank you."
Yang Jie couldn't help laughing. He fought all his life, but because of his health, he didn't leave any children behind.
Song Yan was the only one raised as his own child.
Perhaps fortunately, the communicator was not damaged in the battle.
Wiping the blood from his mouth, he made one last call.
When Song Yan's face appeared on the screen again, Yang Jie was silent for a long time before saying:
"I'm sorry kid."
Song Yan was a little dazed, but as a doctor, he quickly noticed that Yang Jie's expression was not right, and his pupils were getting dizzy.
His expression couldn't help but change, "Uncle Yang, you..."
Yang Jie couldn't help but smiled with relief, "I still didn't hide it from you, it's okay, when that day started, I knew that there would always be such a day for me, and it came a little slower, so I'm dragging you down."
"If you can... Surrender, live, it's more important than anything..."
After saying the last sentence, Yang Jie tried his best to hang up the communication.
Song Yan raised his forehead a little, "Uncle Yang, I have already surrendered. Uncle Yang, your heart is broken now, don't you remember the pen I gave you a while ago?"
"There is a drug I newly developed in the pen cap, which was developed through the blood of those ghoul students. It can be injected into the heart and can be restored, but there is a certain risk of assimilation."
Yang Jie's eyes burst out with brilliance.
Zhuang Chu: "..."
"You boy, it has to be you!"
Yang Jie immediately took out the pen he was carrying with him, opened the tip of the pen, and indeed found a medicine like a small needle tube, if he didn't pay attention, he wouldn't notice it at all.
If he could survive, he certainly didn't want to die, so he took out the medicine and stabbed it directly into the heart.
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