Every World is Collapsing [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

10.7 - apprenticeship ceremony

Xiao Jue, who was kneeling on the ground, felt a huge pressure coming from above, covering his head. If he hadn't been concentrating all the time, he would have fallen very ugly under the sudden pressure.

But even if he concentrates his mind and energy, he who has just practiced Qi at the first level cannot support the gap in realm.

In just two breaths, he felt as if he had been fished out of the water. He was dripping with cold sweat and his figure began to shake.

No, I can't fall down, I can't, I can't just fall down in such embarrassment in front of my master, I can't!

The surging roar was like thunder exploding in his ears. Relying on the unknown obsession in his heart, Xiao Jue gritted his teeth and persisted in the smell of blood in his mouth.

Alas!

Wuyou was surprised for a second that the person could withstand his own pressure. You must know that this is the pressure from the distraction period. Although it is only a wisp, the other party's cultivation is still in the stage of drawing Qi into the body. The threshold He was really surprised that people at this stage could endure it.

He was just surprised, but Wuyou didn't intend to let the other person go.

Just when he was about to show his pressure to his young apprentice again, and there was no doubt that the person below was a complete loser, he suddenly felt that his pressure was being shouldered head-on.

Slowly raising his eyes, Wuyou saw His Highness Chu Jingran, whose face was as cold as frost.

Wuyou just now looked like this:

(﹁﹁)~→Kill the person who stole my apprentice from me

Wuyou looks like this now:

╥﹏╥...The little apprentice is angry with me

"Sect Master!!!" Man Yun Storm's voice sounded.

Wuyou: Hey, hey, hey... he's really angry.

Just when Xiao Jue was on the verge of falling down several times, he suddenly felt that the overwhelming pressure was suddenly isolated.

The next second, a warmth surged into his throat. The smell of blood and the sharp pain in his body reminded him of the fact that he had been injured in just a short moment.

But even so, he knelt on the ground and gritted his teeth to prevent any blood from dripping from his mouth.

Holding his fingers tightly, Xiao Jue suppressed the smell of blood in his throat. In the embarrassment at this moment, he raised his eyes tremblingly and saw clearly the person blocking him at this moment, resisting all threats for him. The one who pressed.

If the person you see on weekdays is a piece of ice hidden in the polar regions that is so cold that it is bone-chilling, then at this moment he is the sharp sword that rises into the air with the shadow of a cold blade.

The former is Ruoran who is uncontested, but the latter is fierce and will not give in.

For a long time, Xiao Jue had never understood why he could inadvertently, facing that overly cold profile face, his With half an expression on his face, he was dumbfounded by his glance.

However, until this moment, Xiao Jue understood.

This person is like a sword flower carefully carved out of ice and frost under the sun, shining with brilliance. Although it carries the thrill of death, it also exudes a kind of force that attracts souls to come closer involuntarily because of its sharpness. A unique and suffocating beauty that forgets everything around you.