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"Long Chen, you'll regret it, ah......" Tian Shupeng let out a scream like killing a pig.

"Regret? Hmph!" Chen Long grabbed the back of Tian Shupeng's neck, twisted it up and down, and hit the floor, his forehead was red and swollen, "In Lao Tzu's dictionary, there are never two words of regret." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and kicked out towards Tian Shupeng like a tackle.

"Bang!"

A cyclone in the air, carrying bricks, rushed from the gate of a teahouse and crashed into Long Chen.

Chen Long's eyes were fast, his feet slipped, and he dodged, and the brick passed by his ear, if he was half a minute slower, he must have been shot in the head by a brick.

Lin Xu and Jia Zhengyi breathed a sigh of relief, Tian Shupeng finally deserved to die, and finally came to the savior.

Long Chen gasped, his eyes fell on the Youjian Teahouse, and the figure of the ghost servant appeared in the Youjian Teahouse, and the eyes of the Yin Eagle Falcon looked directly at Chen Long.

"You are indeed an immortal cultivator!" the ghost servant said word by word as if he was more affirmed.

Long Chen's grim face glanced at the ghost servant, "What's the matter, isn't it?"

The same words made the ghost servant extremely unhappy in his heart, and he glanced at Long Chen coldly, "Today, it's time for the two of us to really compete." ”

Tian Shupeng rolled on the ground and struggled to stand up, Lin Xu and Jia Zhengyi hurriedly stepped forward to help, and asked with concern, "Tian Shao, how are you?"

"Fuck, ghost servant, you have to avenge me and cut him for me. Tian Shupeng touched his red and swollen forehead, saw the ghost servant, and immediately regained his arrogance and shouted loudly.

Chen Longjian's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and the tea qi in the dantian surged, flowing through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, condensed in the palm of his hand, and in his divine consciousness, the imperial immortal sword obtained from the Xuanchen Taoist priest of the Immortal Martial Sect circled in the divine consciousness and transformed into a delicate sword.

He knew in his heart that he was still at the Yellow Field Acquired Level, still at the Tea Man level, and the ghost servant to be duel was the Xuan Field Innate Level, the Tea Master level of the Ten Folds Tea Realm, which was obviously one level higher than himself.

This kind of battle between the strong and the weak can almost be said to be a thousand miles away, that is, the disparity in strength between them is very large.

Therefore, if you want to defeat the ghost servant today, you can't attack by force, you can only outwit.

As soon as his divine consciousness opened, as far as his mind could reach, a light blue cyclone condensed, and Chen Long grabbed it, and suddenly there was a long sword with a light blue aura in his hand.

It seems that the ghost servant's knowledge is not weak, and he also knows the Imperial Immortal Sword in the immortal cultivation world, and after a closer look, he looked stunned, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Imperial Immortal Sword, have you obtained the inheritance of the Imperial Immortal Sword?"

"MD, what the hell? What the hell is the Imperial Immortal Sword?, why does he have an extra sword in his hand?" Tian Shupeng rubbed his eyes in disbelief, Lin Xu and Jia Zhengyi were also blindsided, and they also blinked in disbelief.

"Hmph! count your acquaintance, ghost servant, as an immortal cultivator, you help the abuse, today, I, Chen Long, will do the Tao for the sky. "Long Chen held the Imperial Immortal Sword in his hand, and his heart was full of justice and chivalrous heart.

At that moment, he felt like those swordsmen in martial arts novels, defending the justice of the world with the sword in his hand.

The ghost servant snorted, "Each is his master, don't say it so high-soundingly, today is either you die or I die!"

As he spoke, he shook his arms, opened his mouth and howled, spitting out a mouthful of fiery red air, which instantly condensed in the air, just in the blink of an eye, he was very similar to Chen Long taking out the Imperial Immortal Sword, and there was already a ghost-headed steel knife in his hand.

There was a faint flame-like aura lingering on the blade, as if the ghost-headed steel knife in his hand was forged in the furnace fire, full of evil aura.

He slowly raised his hand, turned his wrist, and pointed the ghost-headed steel knife at Long Chen, "Long Chen, suffer death!"

This scene frightened Tian Shupeng, Lin Xu, and Jia Zhengyi completely, and they stood there motionless.

Chen Long's heart sank slightly, took a step, jumped lightly, jumped out from the door of a teahouse, took a breath, jumped up, turned over and jumped on the high-rise buildings on the side, a few ups and downs, and had already jumped on the roofs of several buildings.

Not to be outdone, the ghost servant frowned, and also turned over and jumped up, following Chen Long's figure.

The two of them flew on the rooftop, one after the other, and Chen Long looked at the Golden Mile International Building in front of him, towering between the buildings, standing out like a flock, towering into the clouds.

Long Chen jumped onto the roof of the Golden Mile International Building, stopped, grasped the Imperial Immortal Sword, slowly turned around, and stood awe-inspiringly, the tip of the sword was lowered, and his eyes were blazing, facing the ghost servant.

After a while, the ghost servant turned over and landed on the Jingyu International Building, holding the ghost-headed steel knife in his hand, the blade shook, and smiled coldly, "Long Chen, you are very good at choosing a place, and today you will fight to the death on the top of this Jingyu International Building." ”

Chen Longjian's eyebrows sank slightly, his wrist slowly turned, the sword light was cold, and the light blue aura lingering on the blade of the sword showed the power of the Imperial Immortal Sword, "Ghost servant, don't talk nonsense, come on!"

Unexpectedly, this battle turned out to be a bit like a knight's duel. This kind of decisive battle can be said to be a battle of life and death.

The city, there are the rules of the game in the city, the world of cultivating immortals, there are the rules of cultivating immortals, this battle, the decisive battle on the top of the buildings in the city, but it is a battle for immortal cultivators.

In other words, from now on, Long Chen, in the true sense of the word, held the Imperial Immortal Sword in his hand and began to fight in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

A trace of murderous aura swept across the ghost servant's face, his hands clenched the hilt of the knife, and he waved the ghost-headed steel knife in the air, and his figure flashed, slashing at Long Chen.

Although Long Chen has not learned real swordsmanship, but he holds the Imperial Immortal Sword, whether he has watched martial arts TV series or martial arts novels before, those moves are reflected in his divine consciousness like a spring, seeing the ghost servant slash down, he slightly withdrew a hand, and raised the Imperial Immortal Sword.

"Bang dang!"

"Boom!"

I only felt that the air around me was shaken away by two powerful forces, and the aftermath made a rhythmic sound.

In just an instant, the top of the Jingyu International Building became turbulent, and the swords and swords filled the air.

Every time the sword stabbed out, it was like a turbulent wave, swallowing up, and the ghost-headed steel knife swept across the air, shaking the air current, turning into a ball of flame and impacting towards Long Chen.

Who would have thought that at the top of the building of a first-tier international city like Shenzhen, there would be such a two-person sword battle.

Who would have thought that the building was full of traffic, people coming and going, and there was an endless stream, but on this roof, there were swords and swords, fighting for life and death.

In this battle, in the dark, the flame-like airflow conjured up by the ghost-headed steel knife was domineering and strong, and the sword qi inspired by the Imperial Immortal Sword was awe-inspiring and upright, combining rigidity and softness.

However, no one will see this battle, otherwise, they will be so frightened by this scene that they will not see the three souls.