The Chosen King put his hand on his cheek and said with a domineering smile: "The last battle of Jinyongcheng was because of the improper selection of the leaders of the old sons of the Seven Kingdoms, which prompted him to flee in a hurry when he was suddenly besieged by various major sects. Is there a suitable person this time?"

The black-robed warlock thought for a moment and said sharply, "When there is one person who can do it. ”

"Who?" asked the Chosen King domineeringly raising his eyebrows.

"Zhao Teng. ”

......

The morning light is faint, and everything is hazy.

Jiang Fei and his entourage of four walked through the mountains and forests that seemed to be bright and not dark, and walked towards the top of the mountain.

An Jian's face was pale, the corners of his mouth were stained with coagulated blood, his posture was very embarrassed, and the placket behind him was grabbed by the black-armored guard, and he took far-fetched steps weakly.

Suddenly, a brilliant light flashed in his horn-shaped eyes, and while everyone didn't notice, he quickly shook his wrist and released the thin soft sword under the sleeve, stabbing towards the young girl who was walking aside.

"Be careful!"

The black-armored guards were the first to notice and shouted in shock.

Because it was too close, it was too late for Qingyu to dodge when she reacted.

The narrow soft sword Tengyue was more and more premature, like a spirit snake coming out of a hole, and it had pierced Qing Yu's abdomen in an instant.

Qingyu's apricot eyes were full of anger, and the heroic green eyebrows were clumped into knots as she endured the pain from her body. With a soft snort, she mobilized her spiritual power to maintain the true element in her body, and in an instant, she forced the thin and narrow soft sword out of her abdomen and bounced it to the ground.

Due to An Jian's ruthlessness, he was stabbing at the center of the Qi Sea in Qing Yan's body, which was the place where cultivators stored the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and if it was leaked, they would not be able to exert their spiritual power.

Qing Yuxing's eyes were round, and when she was about to have a seizure, her body was already weak and couldn't raise her anger, so she had to hang down her long eyelashes and tremble, and she tried her best to repair her wounds, temporarily placing the idea of punishing the security building.

An Jian was really cunning, in order to prevent everyone from discovering his movements in advance, he didn't use the slightest spiritual power when he took out the sword, and only used pure physical strength to stab Qingyu.

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, and a fierce anger surged in his heart, and he waved Ren Yuan's sword and slashed at An Jian's treacherous smile that had succeeded in his conspiracy.

The black-armored guard also reacted quickly, throwing a punch into An Jian's abdomen.

An Jian shook his body cunningly, and actually made a golden cicada out of his shell, and quickly took off the robe on his body as soon as his body was lowered, not only breaking free from the control of the black-armored secret guard, but also dodging a sword swung by Jiang Fei.

An Jian turned around and ran, Jiang Fei was willing to let him go, so he beckoned the black-armored guards to stay and take care of Qingyu, and he flashed his figure and chased after him.

After chasing for a long time, the branches and leaves in the mountains and forests became denser and denser, and it was gradually difficult to identify the direction.

An Jian's figure has become more and more blurred, as if it will disappear soon.

He had an injury on his body not long ago, and he definitely wouldn't be able to run far before he slowed down.

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but drive his spiritual power to raise his speed, and quickly chased after him.

After the light and shadow were missed, the speed of the figure in front of him increased instead of decreasing.

Jiang Fei's heart was shocked, this An Jian was extremely cunning, he would not act according to common sense, he knew that he was very likely to be caught up after escaping, and he even dared to abuse his spiritual power, and he worked hard to increase his speed when the gap was still far away!

There must be something odd.

Jiang Fei felt uneasy, stopped and looked carefully, and couldn't help but be surprised.

It turned out that there was no figure of An Jian in front of him, only a strong wind emitted by spiritual power was rushing through.

"Not good!"

Jiang Fei exclaimed in surprise, guessed An Jian's treacherous motives, quickly turned back to his body, and rushed in the direction of the two Qingyu.

Just as Jiang Fei thought, after An Jian got into the mountain forest, he hid behind a leafy tree, and after the horn eye turned, he used a trick to divert the tiger from the mountain: that is, he waved his palm to release a strong wind, making it shuttle between the dense branches and leaves, and the noisy appearance looked like someone was flying.

When Jiang Fei was attracted to the past in a hurry, An Jian got out from behind the tree and went straight to the young woman who was mending the sea of qi.

The black-armored guard noticed it in time, his eyes were surprised, and he swung his fist to meet it.

An Jian smiled gloomily, lifted a kick from mid-air, and kicked down fiercely.

The fists and feet collided, and the figure of the black-armored secret guard couldn't support it, and he fell backwards again and again, but An Jian fell to the ground like a breeze, obviously cultivating better.

Qing Yucui's eyebrows were frowning, her apricot eyes were fluttering, and the chaotic spiritual power of heaven and earth in her body confused her, and the spiritual platform collapsed, and she couldn't let it go for a while, so she could only let An Jian be presumptuous.

After An Jian gained the upper hand with one kick, he took advantage of the situation to pursue, and quickly swung out two gray sword qi in his hand, slashing towards the black armor secret guard.

The black-armored secret guard had just stood up straight, and seeing that the gray sword qi was about to slash at his body, he couldn't help but constrict his pupils, and quickly rolled to the ground to dodge.

Unbeknownst to him, after An Jian emitted a gray sword aura, he had already followed the leaping figure, swung a punch, and smashed it fiercely towards the young woman who couldn't move.

His goal is very clear, as long as he completely defeats the young woman who has cultivated to a high level first, and then cleans up the black-armored secret guard, even if Jiang Fei can rush back, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Because An Jian's cultivation is higher than Jiang Fei's after all, even if he really can't deal with it, he can find an opportunity to escape.

In the case of the black-armored secret guard falling to the ground and Qingyu being severely injured, An Jian could expect that Jiang Fei would no longer have the heart to continue to catch up.

But the black-armored secret guard is not that stupid person, and he knows that Qingyu's safety is higher than his own safety, how can An Jian succeed easily.

I saw him bounce and rush up, and crashed towards An Jianyong, who was about to hit Qing Yan, flipping his body over and falling to the ground together.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, but the attack was suddenly interrupted, An Jian was annoyed and angry, and before he could stand up, he swung a gray sword qi at the black-armored secret guard on the side.

Before the black-armored guard could fully stand up, he didn't have time to dodge, and his armor was torn in one fell swoop, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled to the ground.

An Jian smiled gloomily, turned over and jumped into the air, staggered his hands, and swung out several gray sword qi in succession, slashing at Qing Yu violently, with a vicious idea of putting people to death.

Qing Yucui's eyebrows were frowned, and there were sharp sword shadows in her apricot eyes, if they were all hit on her body, even if she didn't die, she would be seriously injured.

Clang!

A clear block sounded.

Jiang Fei rushed back in time, waved the Ren Yuan sword in his hand and condensed the azure blue enchantment, blocked in front of Qing Yan, and took all the gray sword qi.

An Jianjiao's eyes shrank, realizing the tension of the situation, Jiang Fei came back ahead of schedule under his expectations, and then he would have no chance of winning.

Jiang Fei was also furious when he saw the scene at this time, because of a moment of negligence, he almost let An Jian's conspiracy succeed.

Dealing with this kind of person is really not soft!

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, and he swung his optional sword to slash out a Ling Feng sword qi.

An Jian didn't dare to fight, and after hurriedly dodging, he took advantage of the situation to turn around and flee.

With the lessons of the past, Jiang Fei wanted to pursue, but he couldn't bear this worry.

He had no choice but to swing Ren Yuan's sword, and slashed out several Ling Feng sword qi towards An Jian's gradually distant back.

An Jian dodged Ling Feng's sword qi a few times up and down, and soon he was about to disappear.

Jiang Feizheng sighed to himself when the whip was out of reach, the shadow of the flower flashed in front of him, and the young woman gritted her silver teeth and quickly chased after her.

Within three breaths, An Jian's terrible screams came from ahead.

Jiang Fei was overjoyed, he didn't expect Qingyu to recover so quickly, and hurriedly moved her body and rushed forward to watch.

I saw that An Jian was already covered in blood, lying on the ground in embarrassment, and his body was covered with countless narrow wounds.

Qingfei Qingsi was flying, heroic and elegant, standing on the side, and said crisply: "Thinking that you and I are from the same school, what other last words do you have to explain?"

An Jian coughed, his eyes flashed with a stubborn light of unwillingness, and his voice was gloomy: "Actually, I was forced! If I can go back to the past, I want to choose kendo again." ”

"Foolish dreams, rest in peace!"

Qing Yuxing's eyes were fluttering, and she was full of disdain for An Jian's indignation, raised her slender hand, and swung out a blue light blade, slashing his throat, and to put it mildly, ending his treacherous career.

Qing Yucui's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she glanced at An Jian's quick dim eyes in disgust, knowing that he was dead, she beckoned Jiang Fei and the others to turn around and leave.

In the dead leaves, only a lonely shell remains.

An Jian's eyes that had lost their light were still stubborn before he died, and they were not completely closed.

Suddenly, a thick black mist suddenly appeared around him.

"I felt the unwilling call of my soul. ”

The domineering voice sounded, and the majestic figure of the Chosen One appeared from the black mist, looking at An Jian's body with interest.

"You said you wanted to go back to the past, and I'll give you this chance. If you can return here before the chaos order completely descends on the earth, you will become the host of the Great Abyss. ”

As he spoke, the Chosen One raised his big hand and waved out a black gas, and An Jian's eyes closed heavily.

......

"Is this the mountain?"

A rebellious man's voice sounded, and he saw that a large number of foreign soldiers and horses had been gathered under the hill where the imperial army was stationed.

They lurked in the mountains and forests, staring at the mountains ahead.

"That's right, the master ordered you to take it as soon as possible. ”

The black-robed warlock stood in the middle and said sharply.

Zhao Teng glanced at it and said, "You can rest assured that I, Zhao Teng, will definitely make them lose their armor when they get out of the horse." ”

He clenched the Thunderbolt in his hand as he spoke. There was a faint purple thunder on the body of the gun, galloping with a surging battle intent of ambition.

The black-robed warlock's gloomy gaze twitched slightly, and he said sharply, "This time they also have the assistance of various sects, you have to deal with it carefully." ”

"Since the last defeat, our army has begun to sharpen and hone, just wait for the wind and clouds to show their skills, and when they meet their former opponents, they will definitely be defeated in embarrassment. ”

The black cloud cloak behind Zhao Teng fluttered up, and in his unruly gaze like a Kunpeng, he flew heroically.

The black-robed warlock smiled gloomily, Zhao Teng's youth and vigor were where it was used, and the foreign army needed such a willing to bear the brunt of the troops.

Although the ghost pawns are fierce, they cannot cooperate with each other in unified command, and it is undoubtedly a grasshopper shaking the tree to attack the mountain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it will not play a role.

"You are sure of victory, and the master must be very pleased. The black-robed warlock smiled grimly.

Zhao Teng's eyes were shocked, and he said: "It's useless to talk more, wait for me to defeat these rabble, and then ask the lord for credit." ”

"This hill is in excellent terrain, but it is not easy to conquer, if they can't hold out, how will you deal with it?"