"Hou Ye Chen, be careful, he is going for you. The white-bearded old man's gaze froze, locking on to a figure that swept towards Chen Huan.

Chen Huan's eyes shrank, and the frost spirit sword in his hand had already stabbed out, directly barreling towards the figure who pounced.

Laugh at!

As soon as the Frost Spirit Sword stirred, the figure immediately dissipated, and it was an afterimage.

At the moment when the afterimage was annihilated, there was a sudden sound of breaking the sky next to it, and another figure rushed towards Chen Huan, with an amazing momentum.

"Rebel, don't underestimate me. Chen Huan swept up suddenly, and a sword slashed out, and the golden light washed over like a wave.

Swish!

The figure was suddenly covered by a wave of golden light, and it dissipated in an instant.

"This is also an afterimage!" Chen Huan's eyes flashed.

Just when Chen Huan was stunned, the white-bearded old man was surrounded by figures, all like wolves and tigers, very real.

"Wind Breaker!"

The white-bearded old man's heart moved, and the big cyan fan suspended above his head shook again and again, and hundreds of winds shot out, and in an instant, all the figures that rushed over were shattered, no, there was still a figure that was not broken.

Chen Luo's true body.

He directly smashed through the blast of Gangfeng, and a big hand slashed at the white-bearded old man's forehead.

Boom!

The fierce force suddenly rushed out, causing the white-bearded old man's forehead to sink down, and his body smashed to the ground hard, falling directly into it, the earth shook, and the dust filled the sky.

"Tianlin Blood Sword!"

Chen Luo's palm flipped, and the dark cyan Tianlin Blood Sword suddenly appeared in his palm, and with a twist of his wrist, the blade of the sword stabbed directly into the white-bearded old man who fell to the ground.

Phew!

The Tianlin Blood Sword directly pierced the body of the white-bearded old man, and the majestic power swept away through the sword body, and it swept away suddenly, washing the white-bearded old man's skin, internal organs, and meridians to pieces.

White-bearded old man, fall!

A qi refining martial artist died in the hands of Chen Luo like this, which made Yan Zhen, who had just gotten up from the ground, frightened, the white-bearded old man he knew, his real name was Liang Han, he was a master at the peak of qi refining, and he had been a guest in Chu for ten years.

When Yan Zhen was promoted to the Qi Refining Realm, he had also asked the white-bearded old man to learn from him, but in the end, he ended in defeat.

Of course, after later cultivation, Yan Zhen asked himself that he was already able to compete with the white-bearded old man, and it was even more possible to win with the family heirloom "Han Tisot" spiritual treasure.

But Yan Zhen never dared to think that he would be able to kill the white-bearded old man.

Because winning and killing are always two different things, and just because you can defeat a warrior doesn't mean you can kill him.

The reason is very simple, you can escape if you can't win, unless you still have a far superior body to the opponent, so that the opponent has no way to escape, and can only be killed by you.

Obviously, Chen Luo is not only stronger than the white-bearded old man in terms of strength, but his body is more clever than the three people present, and he is even more deadly, he also has a spiritual treasure in his hand!

"I don't know what the relationship between this kid and Yingying is......" Yan Zhen remembered Chen Luo's words, he knew very well in his heart that Chen Luo said that it was true to spare his life, because at that time, Chen Luo could completely use the Tianlin Blood Sword to pierce his body, and his fate would not be much better than that of the white-bearded old man.

Swish!

Chen Luo took out the Tianlin Blood Sword from the body of the white-bearded old man, the sword body was not stained with a trace of blood, the blue light was cloudy, and faintly, a shadow that looked very similar to the white-bearded old man could be seen, and it merged into Chen Luo's body along the sword body, and disappeared completely.

"The First Soul ......"

Chen Luo muttered, and he felt a resentful aura constantly wandering in his body, and as soon as his mind moved, he suppressed it so that he couldn't move.

At the beginning of the cultivation of the Great Demon Sword, it was to collect hundreds of living souls in the body, and use the resentment as an aid to practice this sword of the Yin.

However, it is also a great magic sword, and its power is also superior.

For example, the power of the Great Demon Sword cultivated by collecting a hundred souls of ordinary people and collecting the souls of a hundred martial artists is very different.

Like Chen Luo, if he can collect a hundred Qi refining martial artists' souls and finally cultivate the Great Demon Sword, under one sword, it will be difficult for ordinary psychic martial artists to parry.

It's just that it is extremely difficult to gather a hundred Qi Refining Martial Artist Souls, at least in this Chu Dynasty. Because there are not a hundred qi refining martial artists in the entire Chu State at all, maybe they can be found in the Nanyin Sect, but there are psychic martial artists in that place, and if you start killing, you will only ask for trouble.

"Don't think about this yet, there is still a second Qi Refining Martial Artist Soul here......" Chen Luo raised his head suddenly, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and he pressed towards Chen Luo fiercely.

Feeling this gaze full of murderous intent, Chen Huan's heart beat violently, he had fought all his life, killed countless people, and his hands were already covered with blood, he thought that he would never be afraid of anything again.

But at this moment, Chen Huan had an urge to escape from here, and he finally understood that the reason why he was able to ignore human life and treat it like a mustard was because those people could not bring him a mortal threat.

And now, Chen Luo's strength brought him a strong fear, especially after he saw the white-bearded old man being killed, this fear was extremely strong.

In terms of strength, if Chen Huan didn't use the Frost Spirit Sword, he would be able to fight with the white-bearded old man.

But in the face of Chen Luo at this moment, even if he used the Frost Spirit Sword, he was still confused. Because Chen Luo not only surpassed him in strength, but the cyan sword in his hand was not inferior to the Frost Spirit Sword by half a point, and even stronger than the Frost Spirit Sword.

"Is that a lower-level high-grade spirit treasure...... Lin Quan is really good to you, he actually helped you refine such a sharp weapon. Chen Huan had a hint of bitterness in his voice.

Hearing this, Chen Luo raised the Tianlin Blood Sword in his hand, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth: "You are wrong, this sword was refined by myself." ”

"......" Chen Huan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't say a word for a while. At first, he didn't understand why Lin Quan had to take this concubine as an apprentice, but now he finally understood.

A person who has not been in contact with the refining weapon for a long time and can refine the spirit treasure, no matter where he puts it, is a well-deserved genius. It's ridiculous that he drove such a genius out of his home and made a mortal enmity.

"I regret not being at the beginning—" Chen Huan raised his head and sighed.

Chen Luo said expressionlessly: "As you said, there is no regret in this world to buy medicine." ”

"yes...... I was too arbitrary at the beginning, and if I could have treated you fairly and cultivated you carefully at that time, it might have been a different story. Chen Huan said with emotion.

Chen Luo sneered, "There are no ifs in this world, there are only results." Chen Huan, I have told you so much, I have already done my best to be benevolent and righteous, so let's die!"

"Wait—I'm going to die anyway, before I die, can I ask you for something. Chen Huan stretched out his hand and stuck the frost spirit sword diagonally on the ground.

Seeing him let go of the Frost Spirit Sword, Chen Luo snorted, "Say it, but I don't promise to promise you." ”

"After I die, can I spare your three ...... Brother?" Chen Huan had a look of begging in his eyes.

Chen Luo said coldly: "Again, I have nothing to do with you. As for your three sons, the first two of whom are the eldest, if they do not come to their deaths, I will naturally have no interest in going to them. As for Chen Wufan, although he is a wasted person, he must die, I swore in front of my mother's corpse to build a nine-fold human head tower for her to sacrifice her spirit in the sky. Among these heads, how could Chen Wufan be missing. ”

"-Okay, there's still a little bit of blood left. Chen Huan raised his head and said quite lonely, "Come on, kill me and avenge your mother." ”

"I'm not going to be polite to you. Chen Luo dragged the Tianlin Blood Sword and walked over step by step, and the killing intent on his body did not weaken in the slightest.

As long as he sees Chen Huan, the shadow of the Ji family will always appear in front of him, the woman who gave everything for him, the woman who would rather die to protect him, the woman who gave him a sense of belonging to this world for the first time.

And so he died.

Died at the hands of Chen Huan.

Regardless of whether Chen Huan really regrets it or fake it, this revenge must be avenged!

Looking at Chen Luo, who was approaching step by step, Chen Huan opened his hands suddenly, and said loudly: "Come on, Ben Hou can die in the hands of his own son, and there is no regret." ”

This is quite touching, but Chen Luo doesn't feel it, he is not the original Chen Luo, in a sense, he is not Chen Huan's child.

Besides, if Chen Huan is bent on death, where is there so much nonsense, to put it bluntly, Chen Huan still has a trace of luck in his heart, hoping that he can spare his life.

"Hmph, since you have no regrets, let's die!" Chen Luo stopped his pace, and with a sharp swing of the Tianlin Blood Sword in his hand, the cold sword light flashed out, and the air dropped a few degrees in an instant, sweeping straight towards Chen Huan's neck.

Chen Huan didn't move, as if he had really given up resistance and let the sword light cut in.

Swish!

The sword light swept over Chen Luo's neck, tearing the skin, and blood gushed out like a spring, instantly oozing the ground under Chen Huan's feet red.

"Hmm-" Chen Luo was a little surprised in his heart, he thought that Chen Huan had been chattering for so long, in addition to begging for mercy, he also wanted him to relax his vigilance, and then take the opportunity to launch a desperate trick, but he didn't want to-

Did he really regret it?

This ridiculous thought came to Chen Luo's mind, as far as he knew, Chen Huan was not such a person. Even if he really regrets it, he will not give up resistance and let him be slaughtered.

However, the facts are in front of him, and he can't help but believe it.

Chen Luo...... Don't forget your agreement with me. Chen Huan clutched his neck, which was constantly gushing blood, and said intermittently.

Chen Luo was silent for a moment and said, "The eldest husband will do what he says. ”

"Okay-what a big husband! Born like this, I, Chen Huan, have walked in this world in vain. With a smile on his face, Chen Huan leaned over, slammed, and fell to the ground, no longer making a sound.

Wu Guohou Chen Huan, a master at the peak of qi refining, fell.

Yan Zhen was on the side, looking at this somewhat dramatic scene a little sluggishly, even he thought that Chen Huan would definitely resist desperately in the end, but as a result, Chen Huan was killed on the spot.

"Whew-" Chen Luo exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, a mouthful of turbid air that had been held in his chest for a long time.

He has not been in this world for a long time, but there have been a lot of things, from the beginning of thinking about how to change the situation in the mansion of the Marquis of Wuguo, to later being wanted by the whole city, fleeing to the barbaric mountains to meet Yan Yingying, going to the psychic warrior tomb of the Nanyin Sect, and facing a series of interceptions.

He almost always fought back passively, and there was a taste of soldiers coming to block the water and cover the earth, but now, with his promotion to the Qi Channeling Realm, all this has changed.

He doesn't have to be passive anymore, he can control his own destiny, at least in the land of the Chu Dynasty.

"I don't know what kind of excitement the outside world has. Chen Luo raised his eyes and looked into the distance, as if he could see the big world outside, the wonderful world through the Great Xuan City, through the wild mountain range, and through the many barriers.