Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

Fang Zhixin exhaled, calmed down, concentrated, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

The voice of all things, start.

Xiao An, where is the masked man who just spoke?

"Behind you to the right, three meters."

Fang Zhixin's eyes became fierce, and he spun the dagger in his hand around, then chopped at the pillar to the right rear without any warning.

Blood splattered everywhere!

"Hiss - how could you find me?" The extraditioner's tone was full of surprise.

I'm a low-level C-grade, and the one in front of me is only a mid-level D-grade. How could my hypnosis, which has always been effective, be so outrageously ineffective?

What kind of international joke are you kidding?

Seeing that something was wrong, the other person quickly dragged him away.

Xiao An: "Five meters ahead."

Fang Zhixin looked up and saw an inconspicuous vase. Without thinking, she teleported and chopped it off with a knife.

The next second, the vision suddenly returned. At a glance, Du Ruo in the distance was shaking with the hand holding the sword. Her originally cute clothes were now torn and there were several wounds on her body. She was injured by the extraditioner who used vines.

The two teachers, like the rest of the students and Du Ruo, had rosy red eyes. The two teachers were alert about their surroundings and did not take action immediately.

But the remaining students were already unconscious and began to attack indiscriminately. The sight of corpses, blood, and despair was shocking.

Fang Zhixin was furious: "You bastards!"

As he said this, he teleported forward and stabbed the hypnotic enemy with his sword.

The extradited man, holding his bleeding arm, wanted to curse at everyone.

For the first time, he felt that he had no way to hide in his talent field. It was as if his talent was wasted: "Fuck, did you turn on the GPS?!"

Fang Zhixin didn't want to pay any attention to these bastards. As long as he killed him, the illusion would be lifted!

"Still coming, you really think you're cheating!"

The furious extraditioner kicked up and used physical skills to crush the person who was rushing over.

Fang Zhixin only felt something coming towards him like a whip, and the next second, his feet were empty and he flew backwards.

"Cough, cough cough—"

Fang Zhixin got up from the ground with a distorted face, and felt that his internal organs were displaced, "Fuck, it hurts so much!"

Then he stood up and rushed forward again.

I just don’t believe that they have so little spiritual power left that we can’t kill these bastards!

No one noticed that a layer of gold appeared in Fang Zhixin's eyes, his gaze became colder and his dagger became sharper.

After several rounds, the extradited man knocked Fang Zhixin's knife away. Before he could show any smugness, he looked down in disbelief at the dagger that had pierced his body. When did the flying knife come back?

Even though he was a veteran of many battles, he couldn't understand why he didn't notice the spinning knife?

Fang Zhixin drew his sword, kicked the person in front of him away, and then looked at the last enemy.

The last extraditioner was stunned for a moment. Even the mask of sadness and joy on his face could not hide the surprise he revealed. Why is the current situation a bit weird?

"Where are you looking?!"

With a delicate cry, the sober Du Ruo gathered her spiritual power and stabbed the last person with the sword in her hand at a very tricky angle.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixin put away his knife, slid his fingers, activated his talent, and a block tightly framed the ankle of the person being extradited.

The extradited person, who was concentrating on dealing with Du Ruo's attack, was unaware of the movement under his feet because of the curse.

He habitually exerted force with his feet, and with a snap, the block broke, but the extraditioner's ankle was also broken. He bent his knees and half-knelt on the ground, sweating coldly from the pain.

He gritted his teeth in pain: "What the hell is this?!"

Damn, what kind of weird moves are these? Why didn’t I pay attention to what was happening under my feet?

Fang Zhixin showed no mercy. He mobilized the little spiritual power in his body and teleported behind the still surprised extradition person again.

The extraditioner suddenly felt creepy. He could have dodge Du Ruo's sword, but now he could only use his body to withstand it. With a "whoosh", the iron sword entered his body and was pulled out.

Brings up large areas of bright red.

The hair on the back of the extraditioner's neck stood up and he shouted, "Danger!

He decisively gave up defending the front, and the vines under his feet wrapped around him, blocking the fatal attack on his neck from behind.

"Fuck, I really lost a lot this time!"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of vine. The green vine exuded the breath of life and repaired the wound bit by bit. The extraditioner looked at everyone with a sneer.

He mobilized his last bit of spiritual power, and the hall was instantly entangled with vines and covered with hideous thorns.

Several more people died, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the initial panic gradually became numb after the baptism of blood.

The extraditioner stood up, his clothes soaked with blood, as if it was not his ankle that was broken. He swung the thorn whip in his hand, his eyes full of bloodthirsty murderous intent.

"As expected of Dongxia's number one university, there are still some good people here! However, I am a high-level C-class! Even if I have no spiritual power, you still can't deal with me!"

"Come and fight!"

Du Ruo stabbed at the extradition man with a sword, but the long whip entangled his wrist and threw him into the wall. "Your swordsmanship is okay, but it's still too weak!"

Du Ruo, who was thrown away, stood up with the help of the wall. His eyes were sharp. He gathered all the spiritual power in his body and the long sword in his hand hummed.

"Then try this trick, Thousand Layers of Rain!"

Du Ruo's posture is like a willow branch, graceful as the wind, but his sword moves are fierce, like a sharp willow leaf piercing through the thick rain curtain, carrying water vapor with it.

Fang Zhixin on the side was also busy. He waved his hand and the space block blocked the extradition man's way back.

She said bitterly: "If I let you run away today, my f*cking surname won't be Fang!"

As he said this, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up and give the extradition man, who couldn't jump around for long, a good beating.

Now this thing has no spiritual power, why don't you take advantage of his illness to kill him? Why keep him? Are you going to treat him to a meal?

Before Fang Zhixin could go up, a figure flashed by like a stream of light and kicked the arrogant extradition officer holding the whip away.

With a loud bang, the extradition man was kicked directly into the wall. The wall shattered and a pool of blood spread under the shattered wall.

Li Dong, who was still raising his foot, said coldly: "It's time to die, don't live anymore!"

The students, who were still frightened, woke up as if from a dream, but they did not feel any joy of defeating the enemy at all. Some of them broke down and cried as they watched their dead classmates in front of them, while others asked tremblingly, "Teacher, what should we do now?"

Xu Lu said with a dark face: "Go to the comprehensive building. It will soon be occupied by demons. With the current me and Teacher Li, we can't protect you."

Li Dongmu walked over and said, "Teacher Xu and I will cover for you. You should find a way to get to the comprehensive building. Remember, don't look back!"

"But...can we really...?"

"I…I don't want to die yet."

"what to do…"

Fang Zhixin regained his senses and looked at the person lying on the ground. He recalled how things had unfolded, frowned, and felt like something was wrong.

It's like when I'm about to go out, I always feel like I forgot to take something, and I'm anxious and want to check my luggage again.

"Teacher, I..."