Apocalypse Arrival

had tingling at the back of his neck.
He was spun and fell to the ground heavily.

Feng Chengyu made Jiang Chengzhu fall with one move, turned his arm back, and pressed him to the ground, holding a sharp blade on his neck.

“Stop, don’t hurt him, he is just a child,” Granny Feng called out Feng Chengyu.

The thick fog finally dissipated, and the scene in the forest became clear.

Chu Qianxun, who had received the news, had already solved the third-order Wanderer as quickly as possible.

At the last moment of the battle, in order to cover her, Ye Peitian gathered all the yellow sand in front of Chu Qianxun, causing him to be seriously injured.
He was covered in blood at the moment, sitting on the ground almost unable to stand up.

At this moment, Feng Chengyu and others pressed Granny Feng and Jiang Chengzhu in front of them.

“Wanderer?”

“A third-order one.”

They looked at the body of the demon on the ground and exchanged glances.

This third-order Wanderer, who was so fast that he was abnormal, had been wandering near the Qilin Base.

The base once organized too many teams to encircle this demon collectively, but they all ended in failure.

Looking at the body of the Wanderer who fell on the ground and had its neck cut to take away the crystal core, they had to reassess the true strength of Chu Qianxun and others from the bottom of their hearts.

The girl in front slowly stood up from the blood-red corpse, her skin was corroded by the acid of the demon on a large scale, the wound looked hideous and terrifying, and she was covered with wisps of black smoke.

But her expression was calm and indifferent, neither anxious nor particularly impatient.
She just watched Feng Chengyu quietly, as if waiting for him to make a request.

At that moment, Feng Chengyu, who was pressing Jiang Chengzhu and Granny Feng, had a sense of frustration that he was bullying the old, weak, sick and disabled.

“We don’t need other things, hand over that fourth-order crystal core, and that matter will be forgotten,” Feng Chengyu said.

Chu Qianxun turned the double blades in her hands, “I’ve seen your sword skills.
You and I, let’s have a match.
If you win, you will get the crystal core.”

“You are not qualified to say that, you are hostage,” Xin Ziming said.

“You do not dare?”

Chu Qianxun pointed her blade at Feng Chengyu, and her eyes only looked at him.

Almost all people who loved swords like their lives couldn’t stand such a provocation from a comparable opponent.

Feng Chengyu stopped Xin Ziming who was about to speak, “Lao Xin, although she is a woman, in swordsmanship, she is the only master I have seen.
I really want to compete with her.
Don’t worry, I won’t lose.”

The black scales on his head and face receded like the tide, and the horizontal sword was in front of him, “You are injured, I don’t need my ability, only the sword technique.
So don’t blame me if you lose.”

Ye Peitian reluctantly stood up, “No, you are hurt too much.”

Chu Qianxun grabbed Ye Peitian’s collar, forcing him to lower his head and approach his bloody face with her head up.

From the perspective of Feng Chengyu and others, this woman just kissed her lover before the war.

“That’s not it?” Chu Qianxun smiled and licked the corner of his lips.