Chapter 1838 Death of He Long (I)

Chen Xuan's eyes were filled with a gleam of light, and the surrounding aura quickly condensed to the freezing point. Chen Xuan was like a ghost, lazily leaning against the tree and staring at He Long.

He Long's heart was like a poison barrel overturned, full of regret and hatred. Damn He Er, and he himself was also damned. Why did he provoke such a bastard.

"You... me!" He Long felt his knees swaying, as if it was just a ball of cotton, not his knees. He knelt down to Chen Xuan with a plop, and Chen Xuan stared at He Long coldly, without any expression.

"Two seconds left, or you can't have your left arm!" Chen Xuan smiled miserably, his pale face was bloodless under the scorching sun, and He Long trembled in his heart.

"You..." He Long was so scared that he couldn't speak, but beads of sweat kept coming down. At this time, He Long didn't look like a proud son at all, he was just like a frightened bird, and he couldn't stop the fear in his heart as long as he saw Chen Xuan.

"Hmph! You don't know what's good for you!" Chen Xuan said coldly, and then he moved with the shadow again. The long shadow under the sun was like a ghost dancing in the dark night, and the Jia Lan sword was like a devil's hand, tearing He Long's left arm apart.

Ah!

He Long exclaimed, his face was distorted, and the intense pain squeezed his heart, stopping his blood from flowing. At this time, he heard the crackling sound in his bones. He was terrified...

If it was a series of coincidences before, he was blinded by the wind and he was not prepared to block Chen Xuan's first sword. Then this time, there was no luck at all.

Chen Xuan's strength was really abnormal, and I was afraid that I would become a pile of minced meat in the blink of an eye. He Long guessed in his heart. But what can I do?

"Hmph, you still have one stick of incense to think about it. When the time is up, you should worry about your right leg!" Chen Xuan's cold voice sounded faintly, like a bloodthirsty beast staring at a rabbit.

Tell this kid? If I go out, I will definitely not dare to return to the Snow Mountain Sect. Jiang He will definitely chase me madly. I know the character of this great master best.

But no, I am afraid that I will soon become a pile of minced meat.

"Humph! It seems that you are really persistent! I like persistent people the most..." Chen Xuan's tone has a hint of ridicule, and there is a faint smile on his face.

"My Jia Lan sword seems to like drinking your blood very much, so the more persistent you are, the more excited the sword in my hand will be." Chen Xuan's mouth corners are raised to an extremely weird arc, and his white face is still expressionless, only the two black pupils seem to be glowing with green light.

He Long felt that as long as he looked at each other, it was as if he fell into an endless ice cellar, and his heart began to tremble involuntarily. Damn it! He Long cursed in his heart, now is not the time to be afraid.

He must come up with a method within the time of an incense stick. If not, what awaits him is the kind of pain that makes him want to die. Did he really betray Jiang He?

How can I live after that? I have already broken two arms. If I offend Jiang He again...

"It seems that you are really stupid." Chen Xuan said this calmly, his face full of sarcasm. This sentence is like a knife cutting He Long's heart word by word.

Stupid? I have always been a proud son. When have I ever been called stupid?

Huhuhuhu...

He Long panted and said nothing. His cracked lips wanted to ask questions at this time, but because the blood was gushing out like a river. At this time, he was unable to speak and could only stare at Chen Xuan with begging eyes.

A thought kept surging in his heart. Where did he offend Chen Xuan? I just cursed Chen Xuan, but I paid with two arms. I am really unlucky today!

"You still have half an incense stick of time. Think about it carefully. Is it appropriate to work for your Lord Jiang He!" After Chen Xuan lazily spit out this sentence, he did not remain silent.

"Do you think you can return to the Snow Mountain Sect if you don't speak? Can you return to Jiang He? Will Jiang He accept a cripple?" Chen Xuan's eyes were full of coldness, but his lips were slightly raised. He was still laughing!

He smiled and sentenced the death penalty, which was the only result he expected in his heart. He Long's eyes were as big as copper bells, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. Even Chen Xuan could hear the sound of his heartbeat, and the sweat on his face was even more overflowing.

His earthy complexion made Chen Xuan secretly happy. The white shirt of the Snow Mountain Sect had been tortured by Chen Xuan and was stained with blood. Very good! This is what I want. There will always be a Snow Mountain Sect. You will become like the Chen Mansion...

Chen Xuan's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty hatred, but it was immediately replaced by the ice-like meaning of the Nine Netherworld. He Long was still immersed in his imagination at this time, and he seemed to see the future.

After he returned to the Snow Mountain Sect, he saw that the group of trash he had tortured were torturing him in the same way. He seemed to see Jiang He sneering at him and throwing him out of the Snow Mountain Sect like garbage.

What can a disabled person do? Yes! And this is likely to be the ending! Jiang He never keeps useless people. If he is useless to Jiang He, then he will be close to death.

And he has offended so many people. Can he die easily?

"Okay! I!" At this time, He Long's eyes were more determined than ever. Chen Xuan had just raised the sword, but now he put it back, "Good morning!"

Chen Xuan sneered, and a trace of fear flashed in He Long's eyes.

"In fact, Lord Jiang He has the Condensing Marrow Pill, although it is only rumored. But the effect of the Condensing Marrow Pill is very great, even if it is rumored, it is worth our trip once!"

"It is rumored that people who have eaten the Condensing Marrow Pill..."

He Long was interrupted by Chen Xuan's cold voice before he finished.

"Anything else?" After Chen Xuan uttered this sentence faintly, He Long widened his eyes and looked at Chen Xuan in surprise. Could it be that this boy is not interested in the news of the Condensing Mind Pill?

"No... No more... The Condensing Mind Pill is..."

Ah!

He Long was halfway through, and another strong tingling pain came towards him. His muscles seemed to be contracting vigorously. At this time, he could clearly feel that his mental strength was about to reach the limit of collapse.

And his vitality, even He Long himself felt that he was rapidly fading. What should I do? Can I just wait to die? He Long's heart has never been so fearful, such fear is like a ghostly hand grasping his heart tightly.

"You..." He Long looked at the wound on his abdomen pierced by the Jia Lan sword, and raised his hand with difficulty to question Chen Xuan.

"Hehe! Do you know what kind of people are most likely to die? Chen Xuan spoke faintly, and did not rush to reveal the answer, but asked He Long instead. He Long's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly said that it was not good.

How could he believe this devil?

"Hmph! Your information is of no use to me. It's not the evil people who are most likely to die! It's not the good people who are most likely to die! It's the waste..." Chen Xuan stared at He Long sarcastically, with a sneer on his face.

"By the way, I'll tell you that the marrow-condensing pill has been swallowed by me a long time ago! If you don't have some useful information, then you can only die!" Chen Xuan looked at He Long with pity, but the dim light in his eyes did not shrink at all.

"You...what do you want to know?"

He Long's voice trembled at this time, and his face was full of fear.

"What is your status in the Snow Mountain Sect? How much can you know? "Chen Xuan tore off a piece of white cloth from his arm that had just been cut. Then he wiped his sword secretly and asked in a cold voice.

"I am a close minister under Lord Jiang He, and also his direct disciple! In the Snow Mountain Sect, besides Lord Helan and Lord Jiang He, and the strong man behind him who only exists in legends, it is me!"

He Long looked at Chen Xuan's figure, and his eyes began to be dazed. Maybe because of the excessive blood loss in his body, and his Dao heart power seemed to be completely suppressed before, he felt that his body was weaker than ever.

"Humph! That's still useful. "Chen Xuan smiled coldly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, he put the Jialan sword back into the scabbard, and looked up at He Long.

For some reason, the more Chen Xuan looked at him like this, the safer he felt. Even at this moment, his heart seemed to be squeezed and exploded by the powerful momentum.

Maybe it was because of what Chen Xuan said! Only trash is the easiest to die.

"Then I want to know what happened between Helan Chong, Helan Yuer and Helan Heng!" Chen Xuan's eyes were full of bloodthirsty coldness. When he thought of this, the emperor-like momentum on his body suddenly exploded. Forced towards He Long...

At this time, the atmosphere around the orchard almost dropped to the freezing point. He Long felt as if he was going to be driven crazy by this momentum. Only by opening his mouth wide and panting wildly could he keep his last bit of calm.

"You...how do you know this? "After He Long said this, he regretted it. Wouldn't it be a death wish to ask this question? But no one had mentioned the family's internal fighting for a long time, and because this matter was also a taboo within the sect, no one dared to touch the reverse scale of the Helan Sect Master.

"It wasn't a long time ago, is it strange that I remember it?" This time, Chen Xuan did not punish He Long, but there was a trace of sadness in his words.

Humph! It has only been two years since this incident, and people now think it is a thing of the past. And the names of Helan Yu'er and Helan Heng will probably disappear forever in the minds of the world.

As for the Chen Mansion, it was just an ant that was crushed to death by those superiors, so who would remember it?

"Haha..." Chen Xuan actually laughed miserably, and every laugh seemed to contain deep sadness and endless hatred.