When the bell rings at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there are still three minutes left on the timer.

"Don't cut it first." Chen Xing stood up.

The crisp sound of the mechanical brisk movement was particularly clear at this moment. A subtle sound of wind appeared in the quiet space. Conan looked in front of him in surprise. It was not an illusion. A blue-white cyclone was wrapped around the sheathed wooden knife.

"you..."

"Stay away from the door, if I fail..."

The next moment, the sword was drawn as if lightning passed by, and the sword energy like a waterfall suddenly vented!

The cement wall and the door blocked by steel bars exploded open, and gravel splattered. The wooden knife in Chen Xing's hand also shattered overwhelmed at the same time, and there were slender blood marks on the palms of the knife drawn.

The wind was surging, and that familiar breath came to my face.

Yuanzi was supported by Xiaolan, covering her mouth, and staring blankly at the hazy figure behind the smoke and dust.

Conan's shocked gaze had seen the thin young man. Is the legendary sword energy? Is it the so-called ghost bloodline, or is that master actually not a charlatan?

In short, is this... Ke Xue?
Chapter completed!