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Long Sheng didn't care what he said. After killing the mage, he immediately wanted to return to rescue Long Teng. The leader in black obviously knew what Long Sheng was thinking and immediately stopped him. He said, "Hmm, how dare you take advantage of my words to launch a sneak attack. Hmm, do you still want to go back and help? I tell you, it's impossible. " With that, he attacked Long Sheng crazily. Because of the previous fight, Long Sheng attacked the black-clad leader crazily. Right now, it could be said that his strength had somewhat failed him. They could only madly attack in front of the leader. While they fought. He tried to recover his battle qi like this. After the black-clothed leader's fierce attack subsided, he gave him another fatal blow.

On the other side, after Long Sheng charged towards the mages, those black-clad men began to think of taking some medicine and began to attack crazily, not caring for their lives. Seeing the men in black frantically attacking, the blood in Long Teng's chest boiled, wanting to fight with these warriors. But perhaps because of the weakness of his previous life, he was afraid of killing someone. He didn't make a move yet.

He saw that the personal guards around him were getting fewer and fewer. After the crazy attacks from the men in black, the number of men in black increased from a hundred to more than forty. However, only seven of the personal guards of Long Teng remained. One of them was seriously injured while the rest were more or less injured. However, he held the heavy sword tightly in his hand. He continued to wave his sword. It continued to attack the man in black. With a "pu" sound, a man in black clothing stabbed into the chest of the seriously injured janissary soldier. The janitor soldier coldly looked at the man in black clothing, and beams of light burst out of his eyes, causing the man in black clothing to be alarmed.

Kill!" The heavily injured janissary raised the heavy sword in his hand and slashed towards the black clothed man, shouting. He then chopped off the head of the black clothed man. Maybe the seriously injured man in black knew that he couldn't handle it and was afraid that his other comrades would be injured or die because of him. The eyes of the man in black were bloodshot as he rushed towards the man in black. He had been severely injured and had lost too much blood. His consciousness had already blurred and he was no longer aware of the pain. In the middle of the black clothed men, he was constantly brandishing the heavy sword in his hands. In the middle of their charge, they killed two more people. "In the end, he was decapitated by a black-clothed man, but the sword in his hand continued to swing, killing the person who chopped off his head. Afterwards, the two of them went down together.

The black-clothed man saw the mad battle intent and the frenzied battle intent of the black-clothed man. All of them couldn't help but feel a hint of respect in their hearts, while at the same time, they felt even more dread towards these personal guards.

However, when he thought about the results of the mission's failure, his heart turned cold. He gathered his energy and dashed forward.

Long Teng saw how brave and fierce the janissary was when he died. The death was so tragic. He thought of a lot more. For example, the assassin he had killed that day. Although he was forced to do it, he still killed someone. He kept comforting himself in his heart. In that situation, it was either you die or you die. Ye Zichen felt a bit more at ease. He didn't want to kill anyone, but he also wanted to protect his family and friends. He wanted to become a powerful warrior. However, this was contrary to what he had in mind. Long Teng's heart was in a mess.

Looking at the wounded janissaries covered in blood, the black clothed men, and the severed heads, Long Teng blamed himself. I won't kill Bo Ren, but he died because of me. Why is that?

Cheng Long felt pain in his heart.

With a "bang", another personal guard beside Long Teng fell. The last bit of weakness in Long Teng's heart was completely pulled out. In his previous life, Jian Chen's weakness could be said to be dead, and the current Long Teng was the real Long Teng, the Long family's Long Teng who had fought hard on the battlefield and sacrificed with the enemy's blood.

Long Teng finally understood his own weakness, his own incompetence. If he was strong, perhaps his two brothers wouldn't be like this. His own weakness was the death of so many of his janissaries. Seeing his protector fall to the ground, a raging fire started to burn in Long Teng's chest, starting to ignite the blood vessels in his body. A wave of killing intent that had never existed before burst out from his chest. A wave of killing intent, a killing intent formed from the grudges that had been in Long Teng's heart for a long time, was emitted from his body. Lian Na, who had been tightly holding onto Long Teng's hand, discovered that the young master's hand beside her was trembling uncontrollably. Cold sweat broke out on his face.

At this moment, Soaring Dragon was only seriously injured with blood. His personal guards had always been protecting the blood of his personal guards. Long Teng's eyes slowly turned red. In his heart, Long Teng was no longer afraid, but wanted to kill all of his enemies. The Soaring Dragon finally understood what the law of the jungle was. The weak would die while the strong would live. Now that Long Teng knew, he understood that if he wanted to protect the people around him, he needed to kill and kill. Only by killing his own enemies would the people around him survive. Long Teng now understood that not only did he have to be strong, he also had to be steel-blooded and have a tough time doing it.

"No one knows when, but Long Teng held the heavy sword tightly in his hand." Bang! "Long Teng blocked the fatal sword attack for a personal guard that was on the verge of collapsing.

With a flash of bloody light, the man in black was cut in half by the Soaring Dragon. Hot blood sprayed out from his mouth. It landed on Long Teng's body, face, eyes, and mouth. When Long Teng opened his mouth, he felt a salty liquid flowing into his mouth. He quickly used his hand to wipe his blurry eyes. Now, Long Teng knew that he had finally taken the first step towards becoming a strong warrior.

The Soaring Dragon had the Divine Luck Sword Technique, and there was a bit of silver on the blood-stained sword.

A streak of blood-red with a sliver of silver light slashed downwards from above. The black clothed man who was rushing over saw a bloody light hacking at him. He hurriedly circulated his battle qi and raised the heavy sword in his hand, intending to strike. But was it possible?

Impossible, this sword of the Soaring Dragon carried with it his painstaking training for a year and a half. It was equivalent to the strength of more than a hundred thousand Jin of his physical body, and that black-clothed man was only at the peak of the ninth level. How could he block it? The heavy sword that brought along an invincible sword aura hacked the black clothed man and the heavy sword in his hands into two.

With a "peng", a one or two feet deep ditch appeared on the ground. There were half a person on each side of the ravine. The blood quickly spilled out and flowed into the ditch.

When the people of both sides heard the loud sound of their lives, they could not help but stop and look towards the Soaring Dragon side. The eyes of the black-clothed man, who was left with only a dozen people, carried a trace of surprise and also a trace of fear. He hadn't thought that the young master of the Long family, who people called trash, would be able to split a warrior at the peak of the ninth rank into two. I didn't expect an eleven-year-old child to be so cruel.

In the eyes of the remaining janissary, there was a trace of surprise and gratification. He didn't expect this young master to be so formidable. As expected of Marshal Long's son.