Click, click, click, click.

Shen Zhenyi's movement was deliberately slow. The sword light golden dragon controlled by him was almost gently closing his tight body.

So everyone present could hear the sound of broken bones.

Just... Almost no one can react to what happened.

Ge Zhongwu seemed stupid and didn't even save him.

——Perhaps this is the son playing the game of cat and mouse, deliberately giving Shen Zhenyi some hope, and then completely eliminating him?

Sometimes Ge Xiaopan likes it.

However... The Golden Dragon dissipated, a bloody body fell to the ground, GE Xiaopan's eyes were wide open, his face was distorted, and he was no longer human.

He even had no time to leave his last words, so he had completely cut off his vitality.

A stink filled the sky.

Broken body, torn flesh and blood, burst eyes, fecal incontinence.

Just like the death predicted by GE Xiaopan, it was realized in him one by one.

Shen Zhenyi stands leisurely and covers his nose with his sleeve.

He really doesn't like such ugly things.

However, since it is the other party's request, he will try his best to meet others.

In addition, Shen Zhenyi turned his head and looked at the change of Ge Zhongwu's expression.

——This is also what GE Xiaopan likes.

Ge Zhongwu was stunned at the beginning. He always felt that it was a cover up. His son was deceiving him and the world was deceiving him.

Maybe the next second, GE Xiaopan will jump up from the ground and laugh. It's just a bad joke.

——The third level expert in the realm of God and man, how could he be killed like this.

It's impossible!

No way!

Tick, tick, tick.

The moon tower was as silent as death. Time passed slowly, but no one spoke.

After a few seconds, Ge Zhongwu recovered from his initial amazement, and the colic sprang up from his heart and spread to his whole body, as if he was cold, and the feeling of sadness and fear enveloped his whole body, as if he had been caught by a ghost.

His son——

——Dead.

Ge Xiaopan, the third heaviest in the realm of God and man, is dead.

"No -"

Ge Zhongwu roared at the top of his voice. He never felt this way after the death of other people's relatives, but when bad luck came to him, even the seven sect alliance leaders and the first person in the 19th outer city would be the same as mortals.

Almost in an instant, his hair stood up and the wrinkles on his face gathered together, like a wrinkled chrysanthemum.

The tears that have not flowed for hundreds of years also burst into tears, even the terrible bright red!

This heartwarming grief is a feeling he has never felt since his father and master died - no, even more painful than that.

Ge Xiaopan is not only his favorite son, but also the heir of xiongzhenmen, his future.

They want to enter the inner city. After Ge Xiaopan gets more resources, they will be able to go further. At that time, they will be glorious and prosperous.

——And now, everything is gone.

Looking forward to the future, suddenly stopped.

After grief, there was anger. His face was congested all of a sudden. He felt that his head was a little confused. His white hair stood up. He was really angry.

"Shen Zhenyi! I'll kill you!"

He roared loudly. Where was the demeanor of the seven patriarchs? He was completely like a naughty rogue in the street.

Still haven't figured out how Shen Zhenyi killed Ge Xiaopan.

But Ge Zhongwu is not going to think about it.

He just instinctively jumped forward and pushed his hands flat. He wanted to catch Shen Zhenyi and tear him into pieces in order to vent his hatred!

"Lord Ge, slow down!"

At this time, Pratt Whitney and Zhuo Liufeng grabbed him from left to right, and their faces were full of incredible expressions, but after all, it was not their relatives who died, so they recovered their reason a little faster than Ge Zhongwu.

"Now it's seven sects talking about martial arts, not a private fight. It's unwise for the patriarch to kill him now and let people talk!"

This is the reason why Pratt Whitney teachers grandly dissuade.

Zhuo Liufeng lowered his voice and whispered: "brother Ge, think twice before you act. Young master Xiaopan is not hot enough. It's not your opponent to really start. But after all, he is the third most powerful martial artist in the realm of God and man. It's brother Ge. You want to kill him, it's not a matter of three moves and two moves. Be careful!"

This is the persuasion of stakeholders.

Of course, it's not easy for him to say directly that the combat effectiveness shown by third childe Shen is too frightening. You may not win alone. Maybe someone will kill you with your son and Lao Tze. It can only be said that there is fraud. I hope Ge Zhongwu can understand.

Of course Ge Zhongwu understands.

In fact, as soon as he made a move, he began to feel empty.

The other side... But quietly kill Ge Xiaopan's role.

How high is this man's martial arts?

No... it can't be martial arts. There must be fraud. His disciples are proficient in array, Yuan magnetism, toxins and other inferior skills. Shen Zhenyi himself will certainly be no better.

If he planted a conspiracy to harm the small dish, he rushed up rashly. Even if he didn't seek his own death, he wouldn't have any good fruit to eat.

Thinking of this, Ge Zhongwu calmed down, but it was difficult for the shy knife to get into the scabbard. Fortunately, he was held by two old friends before he could step down.

"When we go back, seven schools will pull this man out together. Brother Ge, don't worry."

Pratt Whitney teachers also began to preach persuasion.

"Even if he has any means, he can't stop the seven of us from fighting together. Don't worry. Your son's revenge and my disciple's revenge will be avenged together!"

The Pratt Whitney master also felt hot on his face. His disciples were killed in public, and he was unable to stop them. Now Ge Zhongwu has lost a son. Instead, he feels gloating. Everyone is on the same starting line.

However, abandoning sword mountain villa is really weird. They have put Shen Zhenyi in a high position in abandoning sword mountain villa. Unexpectedly, they underestimated him.

This hard bone is really hard to chew!

It seems that even a night attack will be a hard battle.

Pratt Whitney master jilingling shivered and always felt a little uneasy.

It was only a few seconds, but Shen Zhenyi's eyes never left Ge Zhongwu.

It was interesting to watch him go from numbness and disbelief to grief and pain, then to anger, and then stop because of fear.

"Well, young master pan, I've killed you like this according to your hope. I'll help you see the change of your father's face. I can understand why you have this abnormal mood."

Shen Zhenyi shrugged, "but I'm still too lazy to see more."

If you trample an insect * *, how do you care about the mood of the insect?

This contempt made Ge Zhongwu's chest almost burst out. He shouted and vomited blood.