Chapter 732 The Loneliness Of One Person (1/2)

Fan Xian's left hand gripped the htly He felt the waves of icy coldness that ca of fresh blood, his noses and throat filled with a sweetness thatdown

There was still not a speck of dust on the strip of black cloth in front of hile wrinkle, see a story that was hundreds of thousands of years long

Fan Xian stared in a daze at this familiar face and found that it was impossible to find any trace of familiarity in it It was clearly still the same face and same piece of black cloth, but he knew clearly that the person in front of hier Uncle Wu Zhu At least, in this instant, he was not Uncle Wu Zhu

This person was that person, yet he was not him Twenty years of friendshi+p, yet now they were like strangerse chests on Thirteenth wang's back, an alar Uncle Wu Zhu, of co to the Temple, because he acutely sensed a problem For the Temple, Uncle Wu Zhu was once its most powerful and experienced ereatest traitor Because of his protection of Fan Xian's mother and himself, countless emissaries of the Temple had died to Uncle Wu Zhu's hand Since the Teotten control of Uncle Wu Zhu, how could it casually put hi could easily find?

Only if the Temple was sure it could completely control Wu Zhu would it not care about Wu Zhu's actions Precisely because of this deduction, Fan Xian's gave the order at the first instant for Thirteenth wang to take the chest and break out of the te as they could leave the boundaries of the Temple, the Temple would not be able to control Wu Zhu However, all of this cah the air, the chest split open, and a blind-folded Wu Zhu i to Fan Xian and inize Fan Xian, had never gone through fire and water for the sake of Fan Xian and his mother, and had never promised to not leave or abandon theht, Fan Xian involuntarily thought of the scene Sir Xiao En had related o When the doors of the Teht had also flashed out Using just one attack, it had sround

Fan Xian stared at the scrap of black cloth on Wu Zhu's face, feeling the immense pain in his chest He knew the Temple had probably used soain, possibly even wiped it completely blank

Fresh blood welled up between Fan Xian's lips His face hite, but his gaze was deterht hand to stop Haitang and Thirteenth wang attacking angrily in their shock

He knew that Haitang and Thirteenth wang had no chance of retaliation when faced with Uncle Wu Zhu Once they entered the battle, they would only die He could only rely on hierous situation

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Fresh blood flowed forth as Fan Xian curled up around the metal rod in pain However, he could still think He had not iht hand to stop Haitang and Thirteenth wang acting under sorrow This could only prove that Wu Zhu's unusually valiant and accurate attack did not strike anything vital

This was a difficult matter to understand Given Wu Zhu's realm, other than the few Great Grandmaster's in the world, who else could be so fortunate as to escape from his attack? Furthermore, Fan Xian was already an ill and heavily injured person Presuht that Fan Xian would be able to survive Wu Zhu's attack Thus, the surrounding voice was silent like it aiting for Wu Zhu to detere Wu Zhu's attack, but Fan Xian could

Ever since Wu Zhu presented the cleaver in his hand to Fan Xian in that junk shop, Fan Xian had welcomed Wu Zhu's education by the rod each day on the precipice in Danzhou, accohtly salty and wet sea wind After a s yelloer had been shattered countless tiher

After thousands and tens of thousands of hits, there were countless bruises on Fan Xian's body But, this was fortunate This was the reason he had the skill to survive in the world and unusually exquisite bodily movement More importantly, he knew better than anyone else in the world how Wu Zhu attacked and the speed of his attack

In the education of the previous tens of thousands of times, Wu Zhu always held that wooden rod in his hand Now, he held a sharp e the attack But, in the instant before the black light reached hie, which hadthe forward passage of the s It see out In reality, he had only been hurt in the cavity beneath his ribs

Wu Zhu's head was slightly lowered The black cloth floated in the icy breeze There was not a glimmer of emotion on his face It was impossible to see if this extraordinary warrior felt any surprise that this human in front of him could avoid his attack To a spectator, he was justFan Xian upon the ets out, evenFan Xian said as he coughed up blood

It was after these words that Wu Zhu fell silent He suddenly asked coldly, ”Your ht i him see a sliver of a chance of survival He stared fixedly at the black cloth and said, ”My mother's surname is Ye”

Wu Zhu did not react

”You called her mistress,” Fan Xian said in a raspy and wretched voice as looked at the indifferent Uncle Wu Zhu For some reason, a sorroelled in his heart that hurt more than his wound

There was still no reaction fromei I'm called Fan Xian, and you're called Wu Zhu,” Fan Xian spat away the blood by his lips and said viciously as he looked at Wu Zhu He pulled at the wound in his chest A wave of immense pain caused his vision to momentarily dim

Wu Zhu still did not have any reaction It was as if these names that he should know the best and were once the closest to hih he spoke earlier, he e coldness like a piece of black ice that would neverat this piece of ice, at the black cloth on the ice, Fan Xian see into spots of light and flowing out froradually dissipating into nothingness

This reality made Fan Xian feel endlessly terrified and sorrowful He faintly sensed that he would never be able to see that Uncle Wu Zhu again Such sorrow et that he was still impaled on the metal rod, heavily injured, and about to bid farewell to this world

For Fan Xian, who had already seen thousands of years pass, death was not scary What was scary was that when he died, he faced the person he was closest to Yet, they could not recognize hilanced hopelessly at Wu Zhu and sprayed out a mouthful of blood Suddenly weak, he knelt in the snow

Wu Zhu slowly pulled out thein front of hih the air and s, who could no longer resista sneak attack from the back