Driven by curiosity, Jiang Manlou wanted to know why the young city lord of Sword Casting City was so anxious about the twilight of this night.

After calling Xiao Er and leaving the ingot of silver, Jiang Manlou hurriedly went downstairs with two Fu generals Jin Jia, blended in the crowded streets, and followed the sword all the way.

……

In the Dragon and Tiger Prison at the Dragon Prison Venue, the oil lamps suddenly flickered. Luo Changfeng, who sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and then opened his eyes gently.

The fire flickered because there was wind.

However, in the Dragon and Tiger Prison for nearly 20 days, he never knew that there would be a ventilation in this place where the rocks were stacked so tightly that there would be ventilation!

The appearance of the wind is naturally not a prison that someone will not be able to break through the Venerable of the Transformation Tribulation Realm, the only explanation that Luo Changfeng can think of is murderous aura!

Murderous spirit is also wind!

Sure enough, after the lights flickered, he heard some voices that didn't belong to the Dragon Prison Hall at this moment. At least, he'd never heard anything like that before tonight came.

"Is it the Prison Dragon Venue, or the Ghost Valley Forest?"

Luo Changfeng thought about it carefully, if the sword was to kill people, there was no need to be so sneaky, after all, the entire Sword Casting City was in his hands. And the fragmented movements outside the Dragon and Tiger prison are more like Guigulin's style. That night, the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate was destroyed, and he had a deep understanding.

It's just that why did Guigulin kill himself?

He suddenly thought of Chiko.

When the dragon and tiger were fighting, Zhizi was beside the sword floating and sinking. Regarding the disaster of the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate on a rainy night, he could more or less guess the approximate passage and the means of the Guigu Forest.

Thinking that the goal of Gui Gulin this time is Sword Casting City, and it is a tried-and-true repetition of the old technique? First the Yi God Sect, then the Ten Thousand Beast Gate, and now it is the turn of the Sword Casting City...... Does Guigulin want to dominate Tiannan?

At this moment, Luo Changfeng didn't know the news that the Ghost Valley Forest had been completely controlled by the alien race, so he could only rely on a little knowledge and information to piece together and deduce what he planned in the end. thinks that if it really belongs to the life-and-death competition between the major forces in Tiannan, he has no right to intervene, but he is a little worried about being involved in Zhizi.

Just thinking about it, the faint noise in his ears suddenly fell silent, and even the unusual murderous aura was hidden, which made Luo Changfeng more and more puzzled!

……

It turned out that someone suddenly broke into the dragon prison venue.

For the black-clad men hidden above the surrounding castles at night, it was really an unexpected accident. However, for the sword of the young master of Sword Casting City, it is a normal thing.

Because the Dragon Prison Venue was originally an industry he operated.

Accompanied by the black-clothed man who won the dragon and tiger fight, the white-clothed sword floated and sank to the iron gate of the gladiatorial arena.

Last night, the slave came to report, saying that Zhizi was visiting the prison in his name. In fact, when the silver-haired man in black stabbed him with a single shot, the sword was floating and sinking from Zhizi's reaction, and the two knew each other. Originally, he wanted to see what the relationship between Zhizi and the person in prison was, so he didn't show up last night.

He was waiting, waiting for Zhizi to take the initiative to explain.

But who knew that this wait was a whole night, and not only did Zhizi not confess, but even the people disappeared completely.

The search was fruitless, and the sword was about to meet the man imprisoned in the prison for a while. He also wondered how the strength of this man's shot could have fallen into the hands of the slave traders.

The white-clothed sword stood in front of the iron gate, and found that the gladiatorial arena was unattended tonight, but it was quiet and weird.

Just as I was about to ask something, a sea breeze entered the city through the mountains and rivers, carrying a fishy smell on my face.

The sword floated and sank, and his eyes sparkled.

Having grown up in Sword Forge City, how could he not be able to distinguish the smell of the sea breeze and dampness? He was very sure that the wind carried the smell of blood!

……

On the ten-zhang circular castle of the gladiatorial arena, about twenty or so black-clothed people who had completed the massacre of the dragon prisoner venue were all holding their breath, lest they should alarm the white-clothed person in the gladiatorial arena.

Jian Fushen turned around, looked at the surrounding high walls, and said coldly: "Since you have visited the Prison Dragon Venue, why don't you show up to meet you?

The sword floats and sinks, and the majestic voice echoes in the shallow night like thunder.

Luo Changfeng, who had always sensed the movement outside the iron gate in the Dragon and Tiger Prison, finally determined that the target of the uninvited guests who trespassed into the Dragon Prison Hall was himself.

Maybe those people didn't have time to make a move, and they bumped into the sword of the young master of Sword Casting City.

On the castle, the black-clothed leader who wanted to take the prisoners away on the orders of the King of Freedom was also a decisive character, and he did not respond to the gazes of his subordinates waiting for him to give orders, but simply waved his hand.

His meaning is obvious.

If it comes, kill it.

In the dark night when the stars were just blinking, there was a sudden wind howling. The sword floated and lowered his eyebrows, and followed the sound of breaking through the air, and saw dozens of silver arrows flying from all directions.

"Stand back. ”

Just as the sword was burning in anger and sneered, the blindfolded retinue retreated behind him, he called out the evil spirit, and then the sword light left a red arc in the night sky and flew along with the sound of the sword.

The evil sword flew around Shizhang Castle in a full circle, and the red sword light cut off all the arrows in unison, and finally landed obediently in the sword floating palm.

Unidentified figures in black jumped from the castle one after another. They besieged the master and servant with their swords, and the cold weapons in their hands were still dripping with undried blood.

The black-clothed leader in charge of the operation stood opposite the white-clothed sword with his hands on his shoulders, and a faint luster swirled around his body, like the faint light of the stars in the night sky.

Looking at that person, the sword with the red sword in his hand but the evil sword was slightly surprised: "When did the Sword Casting City sneak into such a strong cultivator like Your Excellency, my young master has not received the slightest rumor. ”

The black-clothed leader sneered: "The young city lord Yushu is chic and uninhibited in the wind, when you wake up and watch the dragon and tiger fight drunk and lying on the knees of the beauty, my brothers and everyone enter the city to enjoy such a trivial matter, how dare they bother." ”

Jian Fushen looked at the evil in his hand: "But you still alarmed my son." ”

The black-clothed leader sighed lightly: "What a failure!"

Jian Fu Shen said, "So, do you plan to retreat here, or do you want to sleep here?"

The black-clothed leader laughed: "It depends on whether you have such skills!"

Laughter echoed.

The sword raised its head suddenly, his eyes like an eagle, locked on the figure of the black-clothed leader. Immediately, he flipped his wrist and opened his palm, and the extremely spiritual evil stabbed straight towards the man like lightning and flint.

I have to say that the means of the sword floating and sinking sword technique cultivated at the peak of the Spirit Aperture Realm have reached the realm of doing whatever you want, even if it is placed in the Seventy-two Strange Peaks of Kunlun, it is an absolute leader. Among the same generation, I am afraid that only Muyun Sword City and Wang Xiaoer's fateful entangled brothers can compare.

However, when this thunderous sword was only a palm's width away from the black-clothed leader, a strange pattern with a faint luster suddenly appeared on the latter's chest. The pattern formed a curtain of light in front of him, and it actually blocked the ancient sword in front of him.

……

Jiang Manlou and the two Fu generals stood on the top of the palace above the castle, as if they could touch the bright moon as soon as they stretched out their hands. However, at this time, the interest of the mountain lord of Tibing was obviously not on the moon disk above his head, he touched his smooth chin, with a gloating smile: "The lord of this mountain wants to see how many taels you, the young city lord of Sword Casting City, are enough to weigh a few taels under the hands of a strong man of an alien race, and dare to let Lao Tzu eat a closed door!"