"I don't want to lie to you at this time." Zhao Xuanyang said seriously: "He is the king of the Tao Kingdom and a real person in this world. I am from the Jing Kingdom. How I treat him does not depend on my personal likes and dislikes."

"It's understandable," Jiang Wang said.

"I suddenly felt that I was a little hypocritical." Zhao Xuanyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "But I hope you know that I really want to do something for you."

"Do you believe me on this matter?" Jiang Wang asked: "Even if I can't produce any evidence, only one-sided words?"

"Of course." Zhao Xuanyang said: "Although we have only been in contact for a few days, you are ten thousand times more reliable with me than someone named Zhuang."

Jiang Wang asked again: "Do you believe in me because I am trustworthy, or because Zhuang Gaoxian is not trustworthy, or... you just think that 'a man's words are good even when he is about to die'?"

"You seem to be flogging my soul, making me see that I am full of holes." Zhao Xuanyang looked at him deeply: "It seems that I am indeed a hypocritical person."

Jiang Wang shook his head: "We have only known each other for a few days? How can I dare to say what kind of person you are? I can indeed feel your respect, principles, and sincerity. But even if you appreciate me so much, you have no regard for me.

I believe that we are all very fragile. Let alone so many strangers in the world? If I die, everything that happened in Maplewood City will be buried forever."

He said very seriously: "That's why I can't die."

What's the meaning?

Zhao Xuanyang frowned and had a bad premonition.

And at this moment, this feeling was replaced by a sudden, instinctive fear!

On the ground between him and Jiang Wang, a dark vortex quietly appeared.

In the lightless cave, "black as ink" should not be seen.

But it's weird, appearing in the viewer's field of vision in total darkness, which simply goes against people's common sense.

What's particularly contradictory is that...it appears so suddenly, yet it seems to have always been here, giving people such a natural feeling.

It's like it's always been there, but it's just now being seen.

What kind of person is Zhao Xuanyang?

Fear cannot make him flinch, hesitation cannot make him soft.

He has firmly found his own way and has become a supreme genius in the realm of gods!

Faced with such a strange scene in the ancient devil's cave, he said nothing, just turned his hand and took off the wooden sword on his back, and handed it over.

The movement is as ethereal as a flying fairy, and the movement of this sword is like thunder!

Use electricity in a dark room to create a golden light in a dark environment.

It was a brilliant light that almost blinded the naked eye, and it was the sword of pure Yang.

This sword exudes demonic energy, but is full of evil spirits, destroys the Dharma body, and kills the soul!

The sword had just landed on Jiang Wang's heart.

This is indeed a merciless and merciless sword.

No matter what accidents occur, no matter how much he appreciates Jiang Wang, no matter what his own subjective likes and dislikes are... he must complete the tasks assigned to him by Jing Guo. This is the responsibility of Jing Guo's genius.

He grew up here, he was nourished by his kindness, and he repays his kindness here.

But it was this sword that ruined the possibility of his escape.

In the dark whirlpool, a flawless white jade hand suddenly appeared, and two green jade fingers gently and skillfully clamped the tip of the wooden sword!

It is like a flawless work of art rather than a living existence. But the power it brings is so real.

When it appeared, there was obviously still some distance, but the distance was erased!

Where did she come from?

Zhao Xuanyang's sword stopped at Jiang Wang's heart. As long as it advanced half an inch, Jiang Wang could be strangled and this incident of demon communication was completely ended.

But you can't go any further.

This scene was just like a reenactment of the battle between him and Jiang Wang in the restaurant in Zhongshan Kingdom.

At that time, Jiang Wang's sword was also so brilliant, yet so slumped and powerless.

The naked strength gap, once revealed, is always cold and cruel.

the difference is……

The two green jade fingers holding the tip of the sword were turning mercilessly.

Just turn the fingers together.

The wooden sword in Zhao Xuanyang's hand that had been cultivated for many years, the famous sword passed down from generation to generation in Yujing Mountain, was broken at this moment.
Chapter completed!