Fatty's sword was related to time, it was a sword of time. However, the funny thing was that time had always been the fastest, but this sword was extremely slow.
The time of joy was short, and the time that was extremely slow was ten thousand years per second. This kind of time was probably hell for everyone.
At this moment, Chu Yang felt as if he was in hell, suffering countless torments and tribulations. Every second became incomparably long. One second was ten thousand years, or even a hundred thousand years, a million years, or forever, forever and ever.
Such a sword really wanted to take his life, it wanted to take his life!
"Fatty didn't use his full strength just now. He was just using it as a benchmark to make an initial assessment of my sword dao strength."
"I've received recognition, and it's a great recognition. Logically speaking, I should be happy, but I really can't be happy. They seem to think too highly of me! "
Chu Yang smiled bitterly in his heart. Fatty's sword was a little too shocking for him, and he couldn't resist it.
If he couldn't resist it, he would die!
This was without a doubt, because Fatty didn't show any mercy at all. In other words, Fatty wanted to stimulate the true strength of his sword dao, so that he could fight Xiao Qiu Yu head-on, and then help Xiao Qiu Yu break through.
Chu Yang's learning was too heterogeneous, and sword dao wasn't his specialty. The night before, he had just seen the direction of sword dao.
His sword dao cultivation was naturally not enough.
If it wasn't enough, he had to grow.
"I've been too hasty!"
Inwardly, Chu Yang couldn't help but smile wryly. Although he had wanted to suppress himself by fighting with the other chosen in order to gain enlightenment and condense his godhood, the current situation seemed to have exceeded the limits of what he could handle.
At this moment, he suddenly smelled the smell of death, the smell of death. He felt that he was going to die, and the scene of him spurting blood seemed to appear in his mind.
"I think I'm still a virgin. This life has been quite exciting, but if I die like this in the end, it's too lame … No, it's too miserable!"
"I can't just die like this. I can't end my life like this!"
Chu Yang's thoughts were all over the place. He thought of Shangguan Lan's beautiful face, his parents, his elder brother, the Saint Child of Zither Sound, and how he had beaten up Xiao Guai, Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, and the parrot.
One by one, images appeared in his mind, and one by one, living faces jumped out from the bottom of his heart.
"Wahaha, Chu Hang, you died just like that!"
"Ya ya!"
…
The parrot's rampant laughter, Lil 'Guai's worried expression, and so on. Chu Yang was extremely reluctant to part with every heartwarming scene.
"I can't die, I can't die yet! I am Chu Yang, I am Chu Wudi, I am a man like the wind, a man who will leave the world as lonely as snow! "
Chu Yang roared from the bottom of his heart. He suddenly realized that he had become incomparably weak, so weak that he was like a little idiot. Whenever he encountered something, whenever he encountered difficulties, the first thing he would think of was to run away.
At the juncture of life and death, his nature was undoubtedly exposed, and only then did he realize that he was so unbearable.
However, he wasn't dissatisfied with himself. He could accept himself no matter what. If he couldn't accept himself and forgive himself, wouldn't he be an extreme failure as a person?
"Hehe!"
He suddenly smiled. The smile that suddenly appeared on his face made Fatter Slower stunned. The fat guy didn't make a move. He was the most relaxed and observed Chu Yang the most carefully.
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