Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

A strange feeling suddenly rose in Danji's heart, which was hard to explain.

Like admiration, appreciation, and also like a kind of...jealousy?

This young man, oh no, this man, he seemed to be born with all the qualities that he had dreamed of.

I was weak, but he was resolute. I was kind, but he was decisive. I was simple, but he was experienced.

Such a person has ambitions far beyond that of an ordinary young man, just like Danji's dream of herself, which makes people admire him.

In her mind, Danji threw away these unprovoked thoughts and said to herself.

"What am I thinking about? Isn't he Nie Tian? He is a giant standing on his shoulders again. What's so strange about it."

Without thinking any more, Danji reminded in Changqing's mind.

"He is now in a state of mental uncertainty. Make a concerted effort to trick his sword spirit into his hands."

The person in charge is confused, but the bystander is clear. This is a very simple truth.

From Dan Ji's perspective, or from any other outsider's perspective, Chang Qing's words are completely untrustworthy.

After all, promises are based on constraints.

Chang Ge is dead, so why should Chang Qing spare Ling Yu Wenyuan's life as promised?

But for Chang Ge, an authority, Chang Qing's words are very hesitant.

After all, most people cannot remain absolutely calm and rational at all times, break away from their own emotions and environment, and look at problems from the perspective of an observer.

Even if someone can do it, it is difficult to guarantee that everything is absolute. For example, Chang Qing and Dan Ji are the kind of people who can think outside of themselves, but they will also make mistakes.

As for Chang Ge, it is even more impossible.

Chang Ge suddenly sighed, as if he had made a decision.

The soft sword in Chang Qing's hand slightly retracted, which made him feel much more relaxed in an instant. He tried his best to raise his head and face Chang Qing, as if he wanted to get rid of the identity of a prisoner as much as possible.

"Changqing... Do you think I am hypocritical and stupid? I am so stupid that I even deceived myself. I am selfless, I love my family and my people..."

"You are wrong, Changqing. I am only doing it for myself."

"I am actually the same as you. From the beginning to the end, I am only doing it for myself..."

After Changge finished speaking, he suddenly closed his eyes, as if he had completely lost his strength.

Then, the soft sword in Changqing's hand suddenly shattered, turned into dots of light, and dissipated in the air.

With a "bang", the small iron stick that turned into a war sword fell to the ground.

Changqing was stunned, and then sighed.

Changge actually destroyed his sword spirit.

Just like he said, he was actually doing it for himself.

"It seems that I was wrong. At the last moment, he no longer cared about the fate of others. He just wanted to fulfill his own wishes and not leave the sword spirit to me."

Changqing shook his head helplessly.

"Heh... whatever."

He stood up, looked at Changge lying on the ground, stretched out his hand, and condensed an ice blade in his palm.

Holding the ice blade, Changqing stabbed Changge who was lying on the ground.

He didn't have any perverted hobbies, and he enjoyed torturing.

Threatening Changge that he would make him live a life worse than death if he didn't hand over the sword spirit was just a verbal statement for the sake of getting the sword spirit.

After all, torturing him to death would not benefit him in any way, so it would be better to give him a quick death and save time.

As for Changge not giving him the sword spirit, he just felt sorry, and didn't feel any anger.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, no need to say more, it doesn't belong to him, and the other party doesn't owe him anything, so if he can't get it, he can't get it.

"Lingyu Changge, you are a respectable person, at least you have caused me a lot of trouble, goodbye."

After saying that, Changqing waved the ice blade expressionlessly.

But just as the ice blade was about to pierce Changge's heart, something strange happened!

A sword rose from the ground and stabbed straight into Changqing's face.

Changqing hurriedly retreated and raised the ice blade to block it, but he was still a step too slow.

The ice blade brushed against the sword, splashing sparks and ice chips, but only slowed down the sword by half a second.

With a "puff" sound, the sword pierced directly into Changqing's chest.

Changge, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up, roaring, and directly used the sword to push Changqing back straight, until he pushed him directly onto the stone wall.

With a "ding" sound, the sword directly pierced Changqing's chest, and the tip of the sword rubbed against the stone wall, nailing Changqing directly to the wall.

Changge was already exhausted, as if he had used up his last strength, butHe still held the hilt with all his strength and thrust the sword into the stone wall another three-tenths.

After doing all this, he finally took two steps back, used his body to hold the hilt, and supported himself from falling.

He spurted dirty black blood from his mouth, his face was hideous, and he laughed crazily.

"Hahahaha, bastard! You've been fooled!"

Chang Qing spat out blood from his mouth, and his eyes, which had just been wide open, were slowly returning to calm.

He didn't say anything, but just raised the ice blade in his hand and wanted to stab Changge, but Changge raised his hand and directly grasped his ice blade.

"Um..."

Chang Qing spat out another mouthful of blood, thinking that it was not good.

The Blood Healing Spirit had been broken. Without the Blood Healing Spirit, he would die from the sword wound that pierced his chest.

He pressed his other hand on the Rat Stone at his waist and took out a Ganoderma Lucidum from it. Just as he was about to eat it, Changge directly reached out and knocked it down.

The two of them just stood there facing each other across the sword. Changge spat another mouthful of black blood on Changqing's face, grinning foolishly.

"Come! Die! I'll die with you! I'll die with you, this evil monster! Hahahahaha..."

Changqing sighed in his heart.

He was careless after all.

It was because he focused all his attention on the sword spirit, so Changge's simple disguise fooled him.

The other party just removed the effect of the sword spirit, but made him think that he had given up the sword spirit and destroyed it.

Then he took advantage of his unpreparedness and used his last strength to launch a sneak attack, but he didn't expect that he would succeed in one blow.

He cared too much about the gains and losses of the sword spirit, and sighed for a while, and relaxed his vigilance again.

Greed is indeed a poison that blinds people's hearts.

"You are indeed... a worthy opponent..."

Changqing sighed softly.

"What a pity..."

He raised his hand and pressed it on the sword body in front of his chest.

"What a pity?"

Chang Ge was puzzled.

"What a pity for such a good imperial spirit."

After Chang Qing finished speaking, before Chang Ge could react, he suddenly squeezed hard.

"Crack".

On the indestructible sword, a crack was created by his grip.

The next moment, the sword suddenly broke into pieces and turned into dots of light and dissipated.