Zhang Qiancheng held the sword in both hands, and the ancient sword spirit also came to his side in a flash, and the sword qi filled the heaven and the earth, while Zhang Qiancheng just looked at Chen Zimeng indifferently.

"I never think of who I am, and I never think of myself as anyone, Chen Zimeng, you haven't understood yet, you should rob people, it's completely superfluous, you are meaningless to this world!"

Chen Zimeng struggled to get up from the ground, there was blood from the wounds on his body, but he didn't care, his face was pale, but he also roared angrily: "I should rob people, that thing was not done by a hero?" Zhang Qiancheng, you took refuge under the Heavenly Court, should you ask yourself, what qualifications do you have to accuse us?"

Zhang Qiancheng closed his eyes slightly, the long sword in his hand fell silent, and the ancient sword spirit on one side snorted softly: "Boy, you don't know what we're doing!"

"Heh, I only believe what I see with my eyes, you, and Zhang Qiancheng, left at the time of the Yunmeng Tribulation, went to the enemy's door, and became the high-ranking General Jin Wuwei!"

Zhang Qiancheng opened his eyes, the spiritual power in his body worked again, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he said: "There's nothing to say, Chen Zimeng, I wanted to kill you a long time ago, and you also wanted to kill me, today is a good day, let's settle the grudge!"

Zhang Qiancheng and the ancient sword spirit rushed forward, Chen Zimeng blocked it with a sword, handed out a sword regardless of the injuries on his body, and struggled to distance himself from Zhang Qiancheng.

The Lianfeng Fire Sword Spirit had already taken shape, and a message came out to Chen Zimeng at this moment.

"Master, your injuries are too serious, I can stop them first, you can leave quickly!"

Chen Zimeng shook his head slowly, his spiritual power poured into Lian Fenghuo, and the phantom of the sea of stars in his eyes jumped out again, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

"I'm injured, and you're not having a good time, Zhang Qiancheng, do you think you can really kill me?"

"You can try it!"

Chen Zimeng put his hands together, even the beacon fire was erected between the two palms, the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, the surrounding void trembled, there was sword qi swimming, and the ground under his feet was like an earthquake, a hundred miles away, no matter the birds and beasts, the mountain spirits and ghosts, all wailed and ran, not daring to stay.

Zhang Qiancheng came with a sword, chased Chen Jian in his hand, and slashed Meng Jian flew out on its own, turning into arc light, and the ancient sword spirit was left and right, sealing Chen Zimeng's retreat.

The two swords stabbed, and the speed was unforeseeable to the naked eye, and it was less than three zhang away from Chen Zimeng in an instant.

At the last moment, Chen Zimeng separated his hands, pressed forward with his left hand, and held the sword in his right hand to perform the Tai'a sword technique.

"Taiah, the ferry of life and death!"

"Shadow Walk!"

"The end of the world is at hand!"

At the same time as casting the Tai'a Sword, Chen Zimeng performed two body secret techniques in a row, so he disappeared from the original place in an instant, and his breath could not be captured, but he went straight to Zhang Qiancheng.

The fierce sword qi was accompanied by a murderous sword blade, even Zhang Qiancheng didn't expect it, just in a moment, Chen Zimeng had bypassed the sword and the ancient sword spirit and came to him.

Tai'a Jian spread out in front of his chest, Zhang Qiancheng secretly said badly, raised the chase Chen Jian to block, only to hear the chase Chen Jian let out a wail, Zhang Qiancheng flew out upside down.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, and Zhang Qiancheng could not suppress the tendency of his body to fly upside down, but he also waved with difficulty to recall the sword that slashed Meng.

The sword stabbed itself and went straight to the back of Chen Zimeng's head, but at the moment of the stab, Chen Zimeng's figure disappeared.

Zhang Qiancheng reprimanded angrily: "Afterimage?"

A sword roar came from the right side, Zhang Qiancheng raised a talisman, and a layer of light curtain covered the right side, but it was shattered in the next moment.

The talisman was destroyed, but Zhang Qiancheng also won time to react, holding the sword in both hands, leaning forward slightly, and after stabilizing his body, Zhang Qiancheng's whole body was full of sword intent, and the murderous aura was almost condensed into substance.

The dense sword blade stabbed forward itself, and Zhang Qiancheng also handed out the long sword.

When the two collided, the heavens and the earth were unbearable, the void shattered, the earth kicked up high dust, and the surrounding plants turned to ashes.

The ancient sword spirit slashed from a distance, but Chen Zimeng ignored it, and slashed his backhand again, pointing directly at Zhang Qiancheng's throat.

"This sword is the end!"

Chen Zimeng snorted coldly, and Zhang Qiancheng also sacrificed a sword with killing intent, and roared angrily: "Then, let's end it!"

Click!

Heaven and earth trembled, only the sound of the sword echoed, and the aftermath was endless, and it was heard in people's ears, but it carried a terrifying and terrifying power.

When the heavens and the earth fell silent, only Zhang Qiancheng was lying on the ground covered in blood, and the ancient sword spirit shook his body, turned into a human form, helped him up, poured one or two pills to help him stabilize his injuries, and then fell silent.

couldn't stop coughing, but Zhang Qiancheng struggled to release his thoughts around, looking for Chen Zimeng's figure.

"Did you run away?"

"His injuries are more serious than those of your master, and although he escaped, he probably won't survive. ”

Zhang Qiancheng coughed heavily, spit out a mouthful of blood, and waved his hand weakly.

"He's not going to die, take me back!"

"Yes!"

......

In a mountain field, Chen Zimeng sat down cross-legged, the injuries on his body were extremely appalling, and his face was even more pale to the extreme.

Lin Wan'er sat in front of him, very puzzled, "Why didn't you let me kill him?"

At the moment when Chen Zimeng and Zhang Qiancheng each sacrificed their last swords, Lin Wan'er arrived, at that time, Chen Zimeng and Zhang Qiancheng were both seriously injured to the extreme, she originally wanted to kill Zhang Qiancheng, but was stopped by Chen Zimeng.

Lin Wan'er didn't have time to think about it, Chen Zimeng was already dying, so she had to take Chen Zimeng away first.

After a long while, Chen Zimeng's extremely weak voice sounded, intermittently, but also full of calm.

"He's a sword keeper, although I don't know what this is, but I'm sure it's the same identity that exists for Yun Mengxing, it's useless to kill him!"

Lin Wan'er was angry and funny, and asked, "But you fought with him so fiercely, almost exchanging your life for your life, and at the last moment you didn't want to kill him, what's going on?"

Chen Zimeng waved his hand weakly, and said with a chuckle: "Harm, we don't get along, and we've always been thinking about killing each other." ”

Lin Wan'er held her head, only to feel a headache.

"I don't understand, it's too complicated for you!"

Standing up and looking around, Lin Wan'er nodded, "This place is quite quiet, you recuperate first, the injuries on your body are really serious, I have done my best, but it has only reached this extent, and the rest can only be slowly recuperated by time." ”

Chen Zimeng responded with a smile, "It's okay, it's very good, thanks to you, the healing pill you gave me is really amazing, just like that, the wound has been completely suppressed." ”

After Lin Wan'er brought the almost dying Chen Zimeng here, she did not hesitate to take out the best healing pill on her body and gave it to Chen Zimeng, at this moment she listened to Chen Zimeng's words, and raised her head very proudly.

"This is the old guy from Danta who refined it himself, it is a full nine grades, it is the highest level of elixir, and it is worth a lot of money!"

Chen Zimeng smiled and said, "Thank you, if I can refine the Jiupin Dan in the future, I will return it to you." ”

When Lin Wan'er heard this, her face sank suddenly, and she was very displeased.

"I don't want you to pay it back, and I don't need to thank you, if you are so polite to me, then I don't want to save you!"

Chen Zimeng immediately laughed: "Okay, okay, I'm not polite to you." ”

Lin Wan'er raised her chin, "It's pretty much the same, but if you can refine the Nine Pindan, you must practice a bottle for me first." ”

Chen Zimeng raised his hand and smiled: "Definitely, this first bottle must be yours." ”

Then he closed his eyes slightly, continued to recuperate from his injuries, and when the wounds were better, he planned to catch up with Ning Qin and his party.

After a while, just after Chen Zimeng felt that his injuries were almost under control and he could set off, he stood up and looked into the distance.

Next to a stream, Lin Wan'er sat cross-legged in front of a woman in a purple and blue shirt, with a cold breath on her body and an expression that no one would approach.

Lin Wan'er sighed, looking the woman up and down, and the woman in front of her also looked impatient and snorted coldly.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you, wow, I didn't expect it, Zimeng's natal flying sword, after the sword spirit is transformed, it will actually be a woman!"

The woman in front of her was Lian Fenghuo Sword Spirit turned into a human form, Chen Zimeng walked slowly to the front, and the woman stood up and saluted with her fists.

"Master!"

Chen Zimeng frowned slightly, there were other worries in his heart, and he just waved his hand slightly at the moment, signaling that the woman did not need to be polite.

Lin Wan'er stepped forward and said with a smile: "Zimeng, is your sword spirit still to your liking?"

"I didn't expect that Lian Fenghuo Sword Spirit would be a woman, thinking about it this way, the name Lian Fenghuo is not quite suitable for her, do you have any other names?"

In the latter sentence, Chen Zimeng asked Lian Fenghuo Sword Spirit, but Jian Ling just shook his head and said indifferently: "The name of the sword is Lian Fenghuo, if the master thinks it is inappropriate, just take another one." ”

Lin Wan'er shook her head on the side and said, "Swordsman, born for battle, I think the name Beacon Fire is very suitable for her, there is no need to change it!"

Chen Zimeng groaned for a moment and nodded, "Well, then it's better to call it Beacon Fire." ”

Then he looked at Lin Wan'er and asked, "Qin Er, are they okay?" I remember that many Jin Wuwei chased and killed, I don't know what the situation is?"

patted her chest, Lin Wan'er raised her chin and said proudly: "With me here, can those Jin Wuwei catch up?"

"Where are they now?"

"I remember that you have already arrived at the border of the Imperial State, how are you injured? If you can, we will catch up quickly. ”

Chen Zimeng nodded, "It doesn't affect the wind, it can only be temporarily controlled to this extent, and the rest will take time." ”

Lin Wan'er was a little worried, but Chen Zimeng smiled and shook his body, and took the lead in turning into an arc of light and rising into the sky.

Lin Wan'er had no choice but to quickly follow, and came to Chen Zimeng's side to fly side by side with him, and the sword spirit beacon followed behind the two.

Imperial Prefecture, as the central state of the Ancestral Continent, it is not very vast, but it is the place where the spiritual power is the most abundant and the avenue of heaven and earth is the most active.

Finally stepping into the border of Dizhou, Chen Zimeng felt dizzy, and the injuries in his body were once again difficult to control.

Lin Wan'er pointed to a beautiful mountain range, where Ning Qin and his party were hiding.

Before he could get closer, Ning Qin greeted him.

And Chen Zimeng couldn't hold on any longer, and the spiritual power in his body stagnated, falling from the air......

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