The most powerful alchemist in Broken Sky City is Master Sun of the Alchemist Guild, and even Master Sun can't solve Xue Lan's injury, he doesn't believe that a second-grade alchemist can do anything.

At the moment, all hope can only be pinned on the Snow Pill of the Spirit Pill Pavilion.

He will never allow anyone to cause trouble.

"Boom!"

The two punched each other and each took a few steps back.

"No wonder you dare to come to the City Lord's Mansion to spread wild, it turns out that you have some ability, but your ability is not enough to qualify!" Xue Changyu said coldly.

A spirit soldier sword was in his hand, as if it was one with him.

It can be seen that Xue Changyu is a master of using swords, and there is a faint tendency to comprehend sword intent.

If he continues to devote himself to cultivating the sword and is not disturbed by worldly chores, he may have the opportunity to comprehend his sword intent in the future.

Holding a sword flower, like a butterfly flying up and down through flowers, the tip of the sword exuded a cold glow, piercing the air blockade, and emitting a slight sword sound.

The sword pointed forward, stabbing at Leng Ao's throat from afar.

Like a thunderbolt and lightning, it arrived in front of Leng Ao in an instant.

The blade of the sword is approaching.

Leng Ao's cold eyes flashed, and his expression was indifferent.

The phantom disappeared, and the figure had already appeared three or four meters away.

Xue Changyu was so shocked that he couldn't help but be stunned by the sword he held in his hand.

A sword missed, and while he was shocked by his arrogant strength, he wavered a little bit about his proudest sword skill.

"It's flashy, the sword is not used like this, if you can't get rid of distracting thoughts, you won't be able to comprehend your sword intent in this life. Leng arrogantly smiled disdainfully, and spat out a sentence.

What, could it be that he also cultivates swords?

Xue Changshu was stunned, and there was a little strangeness in his eyes.

But how could he, who was proud, tolerate a person who didn't know how to swordsman, and what about his swordsmanship?

After more than ten years of sword cultivation, for him, the sword in his hand is everything, and his sword skills have been baptized by blood and fire, but Leng Ao dared to say that his sword skills were flashy, and for him, it was definitely humiliating.

Chong Lengao roared loudly and roared: "You dare to talk nonsense, you don't know what a sword is at all!"

"Really?" Leng Ao smiled evilly, "Then you can take care of it." ”

The shadows move.

The next moment, Leng Ao had already appeared on Xue Changshu's side, and while Xue Changshu was stunned, he gently tapped his hand on Xue Changshu's wrist.

Suddenly, Xue Changyu only felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and subconsciously let go of the hand holding the sword.

When he came back to his senses, Leng Ao had disappeared beside him, and his sword appeared in Leng Ao's hand.

"Give me back the sword!"

Xue Chang died angrily, no longer as calm as before, more like an enraged beast, angry and rushed towards Leng Ao.

"It's a good sword indeed, but it's a pity that it's really dusty in your hands. Leng Ao grinned, shook his head, and showed a look of pity on his face under the black robe.

A good swordsman is bound to pursue a good sword, the so-called good horse with a good saddle.

Xue Chang's sword is a good spirit soldier, if you can find a crafter to forge it and regenerate the sword soul, it can be a magic weapon.

But with Xue Chang's current sword cultivation mentality, I am afraid that he will not be able to let this spirit soldier give birth to a sword soul in his life, which really makes Leng Ao feel sorry for it and did not meet a good master.

"Stop talking nonsense, my sword doesn't need you to be judged by a shameless person. ”

The sword was taken away by Leng Ao, just like his most beloved girl was snatched away by Leng Ao, looking at Leng Ao's eyes, full of resentment, and hearing Leng Ao's judgment on him, he was even more angry, which was unbearable.

Leng Ao smiled slightly, "Shameless, you really think highly of me, hahaha." ”

With a slight flick of his wrist, the Spirit Soldier Sword in his hand let out a brisk roar, as if in response to Leng Ao.

"Sure enough, it's a good sword with spirituality. Leng Ao couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

The most surprised Xue Chang died, with an unbelievable look on his face.

The name of this sword is White Night.

Created by a brilliant craftsman, it is his crowning work.

After forging the white night, the maker left this sentence.

The white night is a good sword with spirituality, and only those who have a sword heart can control it, and when they meet a good master, the sword soul is born, and the pearl is covered with dust, then there is no light in the world, just like a dead thing.

After saying this, the maker died of anger, and the white night was not only his work of sealing the mountain, but also his life.

When he got the White Night, Xue Chang passed away like a treasure, and he had heard the words left by the maker before he died, but he could not fully understand the maker's intentions.

As the maker said, Bai Ye has always been used as an ordinary spirit weapon in Xue Chang's hands.

Usually, he hangs the white night around his waist as a decorative sword, and rarely takes it out to fight against others.

In his words, ordinary people are not worthy of letting him use White Night.

"How could it be in the white night..."Xue Chang died and froze in place.

"Every sword is emotional, the swordsman, the sword in his hand is his closest partner, relatives, not just a cold killing weapon, the swordsman needs to feel its joys and sorrows with his heart, the same, it will also feedback its feelings for you, and you, do not really regard it as their own relatives, although you cherish it very much, but I don't feel the slightest happiness from it. ”

"Like a soldier who has lost his courage and is dying, the sword is for fighting, not a simple ornament, a cold weapon without feelings, he is your closest companion, only you let it feel your emotions, and the help it brings you is beyond your imagination. ”

Leng Ao's eyes were soft, and his straight fingers gently caressed the sword body, slowly walking towards Xue Changyu step by step.

"What do you want to do? Don't want to hurt our chief of guard. ”

Seeing that Xue Changyu was not aware of Leng Ao's approach, he was stunned and muttered to himself, his eyes completely lost his former edge, and under the angry shouts of several government soldiers, the rest of the government soldiers blocked in front of Xue Changyu.

Leng Ao smiled lightly and stopped.

"Look, this is the feeling that a swordsman should have. ”

Before the words fell, Leng Ao's figure moved.

"Boom!"

"Woohoo!"

Bai Ye flew in Leng Ao's hands, wielding a series of cold sword lights.

Like a brave and fearless soldier, rushing to kill in the bloody battlefield.

A gust of wind was set off, and the sword light flew, like a small dragon that could fly soaring into the sky, intertwined into a dense sword net in the open space.

Everyone was shocked, Wang Fugui felt the strength of cold arrogance and terror for the first time.

Thinking about the first time I saw Leng Ao was two months ago, when he was made difficult by a five-star yuan man from the Spirit Pill Pavilion, but he was helpless.

Now in less than two months, the head of the city lord's mansion who is facing the two-star Yuan Spirit is more like a mentor who is kind and seductive, teaching ignorant students.

"It turns out that this is the real swordsman. ”

Xue Chang looked at the cold arrogance wielding the white night sword in front of the door, and stared closely, as if the person wielding the white night was not cold and arrogant, but a peerless beauty.