Chapter 45 Contradiction

Is this true?

Of course not.

In just one encounter, the white monster had completely controlled Song Yu's vision.

Since Song Yu had seen He Jingtong kill an A-level spirit with her own hands, the one who could really drive her crazy must be the legendary being above A-level.

That is, an S-level spirit.

When the legendary monster appeared before his eyes, the classmate who had been harmed by him rushed forward to protect himself, but was eventually shot by the weapon and his life or death was unknown...

These were all illusions that gradually broke the string in Song Yu's heart.

He Jingtong is not the kind of fool who would rush forward mindlessly.

In fact, as soon as he saw Fu Zexun appear, He Jingtong already knew that Tan Dong on the other side must be facing all the wanted criminals alone, just like in the plot.

He wanted to save Tan Dong, but there was no way to keep him in the academy like Cui Tong's wife.

People like Tan Dong who are destined to die must have at least one of their fate nodes destroyed, just like He Wanchen, in order to save her life.

One of the node destructions is time.

What was supposed to happen in October was moved to September. From the perspective of fate, this may be the result of closure, but in fact, it is still a practical manifestation of a node being destroyed.

The multi-view function faithfully shows Tan Dong mustering up his courage and using negotiation to protect his life.

At this moment, Song Yu, who had completely collapsed, was hit on the back of the neck by He Jingtong with the scabbard named Jiuguan, forcing him into coma.

At the same time, the white power emitted from He Jingtong's palm was also rising into the air.

The power finally exploded, forming white fireworks. This movement not only attracted the attention of his companions, but also attracted the attention of the teacher who rushed up the mountain.

"It's He Jingtong!" Jing Yunsong said immediately.

He was wearing a silver earphone in his ear, and when he finished speaking, the teachers who were running towards the mountain from different locations all heard these words through the earphone.

The location transmitted was on the mountainside. Cui Tong responded quickly: "Jing Yunsong will go find He Jingtong. The other teachers and I will continue to search for other students."

"Got it." Although when he replied, Jing Yunsong had already run more than ten meters towards the location where the white fireworks appeared.

On the other side, Fu Zexun was stunned for a moment when he looked at the fireworks in the sky.

But suddenly, he laughed.

"I originally thought that you would attack me relentlessly, just like the illusion I created for Song Yu." "Only my past self would do that."

In the original plot, when faced with this kind of scene, He Jingtong would definitely rush over without any hesitation and turn the illusion that Song Yu saw into reality.

Because in the plot, he has always been a person who sticks to the justice in his heart and keeps moving forward.

Kindness and courage are essential characteristics of some positive energy protagonists.

That kind of resoluteness to move forward without considering the reality is attractive precisely because it is stupid.

How many people in different dimensions, under the repeated pressure of reality, no longer dare to do something without considering the consequences?

When He Jingtong said that, his eyes dimmed for a moment.

He seemed to know that, having the prophecy, he had also lost something that he could never have again.

He pulled the Nine Passes out of the scabbard.

The black weapon reflecting the flames and the flash of cold light that Song Yu saw were completely different.

"Do you want to fight with me? He Jingtong." Fu Zexun said He Jingtong's name with a sticky tone.

He took off his glasses, allowing the desire in his pupils to be fully revealed.

"An artificial spiritual master who abandoned his uncle to gain awakening. He entered the academy knowing nothing, but was followed by countless people, tacitly believing that he would never encounter a crisis—"

"The education you receive is always positive and protective of others; it also always teaches that others are more important than yourself."

Fu Zexun calmly recounted everything he knew: "A kind-hearted child without a self, a good child created just for the sake of being a good child..."

"You withstood the despair of your raging emotions and did not become a spirit. When He Wanchen was on the verge of death, you awakened your power. However, you had no idea that everything you experienced was part of the calculations of your loved ones."

He Jingtong remained unmoved. His eyes were firm, and there was never a flicker in his black pupils.

The young man held the knife in both hands and stared at Fu Zexun's heart: "If you think these words can affect me, you are totally wrong."

Fu Zexun spread his hands, and there seemed to be a hint of smile in his tone: "I don't think so."

"I was just thinking, since you can become an artificial spiritual master, and in just over a month, you can increase the value of your soul power to four times that of other students. Then, after being transformed into a spirit, can you also become a——"

"Human-shaped natural disaster." Fu Zexun said these four words word by word, and the originally gentle curve on his face expanded until it was filled with weirdness and gloom.

"Come to my place."

"At least compared to me who wants to turn you into a spirit, those who, under the banner of doing good for you, ignore the dangers you encounter and brainwash you into selfless dedication... Compared to those people, all I want is to make you the strongest spirit."

Fu Zexun opened his arms and looked at He Jingtong expectantly.

"Mad!" He Jingtong commented bluntly.

"You are right."

A knife also appeared in Fu Zexun's hand.

The strength of a spiritualist's physical skills varies, but as long as they are spiritualists, they will definitely practice physical skills. And the stronger the spiritual power of a spiritualist is, the higher the level of evaluation is, and the stronger the physical skills will become accordingly.

This is the strengthening of soul power and is also necessary in battle.

Reality is not a game, and it is impossible for a standard warrior, mage and shepherd team to always appear in the same instance at the same time.

Fu Zexun has always understood that if you want to defeat someone, the important thing is never just to defeat the opponent, but to crush all of the opponent's strengths in the opponent's field.

Fu Zexun held a long sword in his hand and looked at He Jing from a distance.

The next second, the loud sound of the clashing of swords, wrapped in the sound of clanging, resounded and spread through the air.

Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi, who were already rushing here quickly, also quickened their pace.

Not long after, the two men rushed out from their respective locations.

In the field of vision, the attack of the ceremonial sword was blocked by the katana. The adult, whose strength was far greater than that of the young boy, only needed to raise the weapon high and take the opportunity to chop at He Jingtong's hands holding the ceremonial sword, and he could easily force the man back a long way.

He Jingtong, who was in close combat, did not notice, nor did the two people who came later, that the pure white spirit had already disappeared into the darkness again.

Upon noticing the arrival of Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi, Fu Zexun also took the initiative to distance himself from He Jingtong.

Compared to his steady breathing, He Jingtong at this moment had already lost a lot of strength due to the continuous sword swinging movements before.

The panting became heavier, and He Jingtong's hands holding the knife trembled slightly.

Fu Zexun was particularly ruthless. He did not care whether He Jingtong could maintain a complete appearance. After all, after becoming a spirit, even if he had a real amputation-like disability, he could recover.

At this time, He Jingtong had extensive burns on his body as well as various knife wounds with the skin and flesh turned inside out.

The skin and flesh were torn off and the bones were visible.

Jian Zirui decisively swung the peach wood sword and went forward to meet the enemy.

This time, Qi Xueyi finally did not focus on others first, but focused on treating He Jingtong.

Seeing those bloody wounds visibly healed, Qi Xueyi finally had time to say, "Why is it Fu Zexun again!"

"Am I weird?" Fu Zexun was happy to play with He Jing, after all, He Jing was the strongest spirit in the future that he had his eyes on. But Fu Zexun was not willing to fight with Jian Zirui.

When he retracted his sword, the pure white spirit hidden in the dark appeared in the blink of an eye and caught Jian Zirui's peach wood sword with his bare hands.

As soon as Qi Xueyi started to complain, he was so focused on He Jingtong that he didn't notice the figure that looked exactly like the person in his memory...

After He Jingtong had recovered 70% of his strength, Qi Xueyi stood up and turned around.

The pure white figure illuminated by the firelight in his sight made Qi Xueyi's pupils shrink suddenly, and he unconsciously called out a name: "Qi Yuan!"

For some reason, the peach wood sword that was about to pierce the throat of the white ghost suddenly deviated and ended up only cutting off a part of the white ghost's hair.

The alien's blue-gray pupils looked towards Qi Xueyi following the voice.

It was like a reaction to the name that originally belonged to her.

Fu Zexun stood behind the white alien who was protecting him with all his strength and laughed softly.

"Don't tell me she is your sister." Jian Zirui said while staring at Fu Zexun eagerly.

But He Jingtong had "no idea" of the deeper meaning of these words.

"Didn't you say that she died at the hands of a spirit? How could she become a spirit and be controlled by Fu Zexun!?"

Qi Xue rolled his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know how to explain.

The burning sensation brought by the flames made Jian Zirui anxious and her voice became serious: "I don't want to know what you are thinking now.

I just know it's a ghost!"

It is a shadow left after human death.

"Qi, Qi Xueyi, Xiaoyi." The white spirit had a gentle smile on its face, exactly the same as the one in Qi Xueyi's memory.

But even with Jian Zirui's warning, Qi Xueyi still froze in place and could not move when the pure white spirit whispered Qi Xueyi's name.

He Jingtong pulled the man behind him without saying a word. He took the initiative to meet him with the famous Nine Gates in his hand.

When he pointed his knife at the man and the alien, he did not forget to tell Jian Zirui: "Song Yu was injured in the head by the alien's power and is still unconscious. You and Qi Xueyi should take her away first. I'll be here."

"What do you mean by take her away? Is this a situation that can be avoided?!" Jian Zirui looked at Qi Xueyi and clenched her fists involuntarily.

"It looks like you have some conflicts that need to be resolved." Fu Zexun, who was protected by the alien spirit behind him, took a step forward with his eyes bent when people focused on the white alien spirit. !