Zhang Feimao yawned lazily: "Although you made this choice, they will still die later, so why bother? Why not come up and get to die quickly?"

"Now, if we have the heart of the world, is there any possibility of peace?" Xu Le asked in a deep voice.

"What do you think? With such huge potential, do I really want you to grow up and then kill me easily?" Zhang Feimao sneered, "Okay, okay, let's find an excuse that is more serious and sounds more like that. Even if you give me a heart of the world, who knows if you have another one?"

"What an excuse for a strong man!" Xu Le sneered.

Zhang Feimao waved her arm and stood in the air: "This is......"

"Avadassoft!" A green light flew over in an instant. Zhang Feimao was shocked. His body suddenly flashed with a stream of light, and a crystal shield protected him inside.

However, the green light did not attack him, but attacked one of the three limp subordinates, the "Lao Tie" wearing a tight-fitting suit. The green light flew past, and the "Lao Tie" who had completely endured the life-seeking curse, and he stared wide and died without making a sound.

Zhang Feimao was furious and looked at He Daming riding a flying broom: "You actually dare to kill my subordinates in front of me? I want you to die!"

He Daming turned his head and flew high, and smiled and said, "Then come!"

Zhang Feimao stretched out his hand suddenly, and the yellow horse appeared instantly, then he turned over and chased He Daming.

Seeing this, He Daming left immediately with a provocative whistle.

"The fuck!" Zhang Feimao glanced at it, and suddenly thought that the fourth person who appeared should be the one who might have the heart of the world. He didn't bother with Xu Le, and slapped the yellow horse and chased He Daming.

Good opportunity!

Xu Le suddenly stepped in front of the other two men of Huang Qinglu and Zhang Feimao: "Three, don't you have anything to tell me?"

"You are not the opponent of King Zhang. We said it would be like committing suicide. What's the use of saying too much?" said Zhang Feimao's subordinate, the young man in casual clothes.

The man wearing a black windbreaker also nodded repeatedly: "Zhang Tianwang is too strong, he is so powerful that he is invincible. If she really wants to kill you, you will definitely die in the moment!"

"Tell me his abilities, or you will die now!" Xu Le shouted coldly.

"He has never told us his abilities, what do we say?" said the young man in casual clothes, crying, and the role of the sad and refreshing breeze is still playing out.

"Then you know what you know. Do you want to tell me that you don't know anything?" Xu Le's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and he said to him.

"I······"

Xu Le raised the Zanpakura.

"I said! I guessed that King Zhang's destiny crystal is a force that controls the fate of others, similar to a curse. When he faces the enemy, the crystal tentacles facing the enemy are not only his offensive means, but also the enemy's own lifeline. It would be fine if it is not cut. If it is broken, it would be like a verdict on his life. So King Zhang is very sure when the swordsmen in your team will die."

Xu Le couldn't help but swear, "This is fucking ~ ~ damn ability! How can you have such disgusting ability? It's not just about hitting, it's not just about not hitting?"

The young man said, "Yes, this is the invincible thing of King Zhang. So, the swordsman in your team is dead, and the wizard riding a flying broom may run away if he just escapes. If he dares to turn around, he will definitely die."

Xu Le looked at Fan Wanwen and felt nervous: He is really going to die? Impossible, Impossible, there must be other ways...

"How to break the curse of this Crystal of Destiny?" Xu Le asked.

The young man shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it. I only know that King Zhang will die if he becomes serious."

Xu Le frowned, thoughts in his mind quickly flowed, and his head began to ached again: "There is no way? It's impossible that there is no way!"

"The only way is to exchange the resurrection in advance~props. I have survived this death. I have seen a guy withstood it once, but he was too stupid and soon broke his destiny crystal again, and then he died completely." The man in the black windbreaker said.

"Resurrection?" Xu Le was happy and took out the resurrection stone and handed it to Fan Wanwen: "It's better to believe that there is than to believe that there is nothing, you can take it first."

Fan Wanwen shook his head: "It's useless to hold it, I don't have enough reward points, I can't be resurrected personally, our team has not been established, and it's impossible for you to resurrect me. It's a pity... It seems that my journey ends here."

"I have lived a good life and felt very comfortable over the past period of time. Xu Le, what you have built is the team I want to join, but unfortunately I have no chance to join your team again. Speaking of which, I still didn't fulfill my original promise."

Xu Le's eyes were a little hot: "Brother Fan, don't worry, you won't die. They are exaggerating. We are all A-level bloodline enhancers, and we are so strong. How could we die for a casual and unreliable reason?"

"It's time, are you still comforting me? What's the use?" Fan Wanwen shook his head, still in his weird voice that didn't like to speak. "If the curse of the S-level powerful man is also a joke, then we will be even more of a joke."

"You and Ye Xiaohe go quickly. When that guy comes back, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."

Fan Wanwen was silent for a moment and said, "If you can enter the mirror world of the Xiakexing one day, no matter when, please send me a message to the two of you. The first one is my master Mr. Weide Bai Zizai. Perhaps the mirror world has been reset countless times, but I still hope you can tell him that he has a disciple named Fan Wanwen."

"The second one is Hua Wanzi. No need to say anything, just look at her for me."

Xu Le shook his head and turned his face away: "No, I won't promise you. You have to see this matter yourself. If you are in a life-and-death manner, no one can save you. Don't talk like this last words, you won't die at all!"

"Actually, there is no way..." said the young man in casual clothes.

Xu Le looked at him and said anxiously: "What's the solution?"

"I have a team contract here, you seem to have something to resurrect the team? In this way, just...

Before he finished speaking, Xu Le picked up his hands and said, "Take it out quickly!"

The young man took out an old piece of white paper and said, "This is it."

Xu Le looked at it, and his head was so excited that he felt ache, but he did not act blindly. He pondered for a while and said, "Ye Xiaohe, put away our capsules, Fan Wanwen, killed Huang Qinglu, and took the other two together. Let's escape from here first."

"Two?" Fan Wanwen sighed, and secretly prayed in his heart. I hope there would be no time when two people were really used to form a five-person team!

Fan Wanwen drew out his long sword and aimed it at Huang Qinglu. Huang Qinglu quickly shook his head: "No, don't kill me! We have the possibility of cooperation..."

Fan Wanwen suddenly stepped forward with a cold face, and a sword light flashed through Huang Qinglu's chest.

Huang Qinglu widened his eyes and was disbelief: "It's so fast?" Then he opened his eyes and turned into a blood-red Maneidoscope Sharingan, staring at Fan Wanwen: "Amura!"

Fan Wanwen noticed it and avoided it sideways, but it was not as fast as his eyes. A black flame burned on his left arm. In an instant, the black flame spread rapidly upwards, as if to burn Fan Wanwen to ashes.

Fan Wanwen calmly turned his voice back, turned the Sword of Heaven, cut off his left arm completely, and quickly applied the special medicine for redemption in the mission space.

"No problem?" Xu Le asked.

Fan Wanwen put his sword back into the sheath and wiped off the fine cold sweat from his head: "No problem."

Xu Le also knew that it was not the time to say more now and clean up with Ye Xiaohe immediately, took Fan Wanwen and the other two onto the helicopter, fled in one direction for about ten minutes, and then landed urgently.

Even though he had to place something else, Xu Le shouted to the young man, "Leave your team and join our team."

The young man in casual clothes was not surprised: "I just knew."

He said to the mission publisher and he directly withdrew from the team.

Unfolding the team contract that seemed a little worn, Xu Le looked at the young man.

The young man said, "Participants must bite their thumb and press it on it before it can be effective."

Xu Le Ye Xiaohe and Fan Wanwen frowned at the same time, knowing that He Daming could not catch up this time. Xu Le turned his attention to the man in the black windbreaker. The man did not hesitate and withdrew from the team happily. Perhaps he felt that there was a leader and he was nothing.

Five bloody thumbs were pressed on the old paper together. After a ray of light, the paper was refreshed, and a prompt sounded in everyone's ears: "When the five-person conditions are met, the team is successfully established, the team members are not allowed to hurt each other, and they have the right to withdraw from the team at any time. Who will use the captain to complete the compulsory task and enter the same mirror world to take risks."

"In order to improve the team's functions, please select the captain as soon as possible."

"The captain has the right: to know in advance where the next mission is located in the mirror world, eliminate the team members, and disband the team."

Fan Wanwen and Ye Xiaohe said at the same time: "Xu Le."

Xu Le said: "Xu Le."

Without further ado, the prompt sounded again: "Captain is Xu Le." Then he fell silent.

Ye Xiaohe asked in confusion: "Didn't you say there is still a team name? The team we met before is called Heaven Fire or something, isn't it very majestic?"

"My life is still one or two minutes. Can I say something interesting?" Fan Wanwen said.

Xu Le and Ye Xiaohe looked at each other and laughed: "Your words are quite interesting."

Fan Wanwen shook his head: "I don't know what death looks like. Perhaps after experiencing death, my swordsmanship can be taken to the next level."

Xu Le shook his head: "This sword-training madman, even if he dies, he should think about this?"

Fan Wanwen stretched and pulled out his sword: "Time is almost done. What do fate and death look like? If it really comes, I might as well try swinging my sword at them."

When Xu Le and Ye Xiaohe heard this, they also looked at him and their hearts slowly raised.

Time slowly walked slowly every minute and second, which seemed extremely long. Fan Wanwen stood slowly with a long sword in his hand, without moving. Xu Le looked carefully. At some point, Fan Wanwen's eyes no longer had any spirit, and his body gradually became transparent...

"The team member, Fan Wanwen, died, the team is less than five. Please make the team meet the requirements of at least five before the next forced mission begins, otherwise the team will not be established." The prompt sounded.
Chapter completed!