The anger in Chen Jing's heart surged up in an instant, and a child's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Senior Brother Mingxing, this fire was obviously put by you, how can you say that it is Senior Brother Chen Jing." ”

Chen Jing turned around and saw Xianzhen crawling out of a mountain cave. Seeing that Xianzhen was safe and sound, his tense heart relaxed, turned around and looked coldly at the fat man with a fat head and big ears, and said coldly: "You are Mingxing." ”

The fat man was intimidated by Chen Jing's momentum, took a step back, but still said loudly: "That's right, I am Mingxing." ”

Chen Jing's murderous intent protruded in his heart, but he suddenly turned his head to look away, only to see three people flying towards him, and one of them shouted: "Chen Jing is here, don't let him escape." ”

Chen Jing was shocked in his heart, and secretly thought that it would be difficult to take Xianzhen with him. Turning around, he said to Mingxin: "Hide by yourself, don't come out until the wind is calm." ”

Mingxing sneered, looking fearless.

The three people who flew over had already arrived outside Xiang Zhang in a short period of time, and one of the black-clothed cold-faced people shouted angrily: "Chen Jing, you killed my little son, today I will cut off your head to sacrifice the spirit of the little boy in the sky." ”

"Senior Brother Chen Jing, you go quickly." The body was still in the cave, and he shouted anxiously.

Chen Jing didn't look back, but after saying a word loudly and hiding, he pointed his finger towards Mingxing, and the sword in the sheath flew out without warning, turning into a white light.

Before he could say a word of astonishment, the fat head had already flown up. When he died, he didn't understand why Chen Jing didn't run away, but he had to kill himself first.

The three people who flew in shouted angrily, each casting a spell.

An illusory whip rolled down like a stretch.

A flame fell from the sky.

A golden flywheel slashed Chen Jing's head from above.

Chen Jing didn't care about it, standing still, as if he hadn't discovered the spells and magic weapons that were going to fall on him. I saw that his right hand and fingers were like a sword slashing in front of him, and the flying sword that cut off the head of Mingxing moved with his fingers, and the void circled, and the sword body was actually covered with a layer of phantoms, and it was quickly slashed towards the heads of the three people.

The three of them were shocked, they didn't expect that Chen Jing didn't care about himself at all, but directly attacked himself. The sword was extremely fast, and the dangerous aura hit his heart, but he didn't have time to cast another spell to block it, so he had to increase his mana, hoping to kill Chen Jing first when the flying sword was approaching.

Chen Jing watched two spells and a magic weapon fall towards him, but there was no expression on his face, not that he didn't want to hide, but that he couldn't move at all.

The sword technique is just beginning, and he can't be distracted and dodge when he is in the sword, and it's even more like he can't be like the legendary sword fairy, the body and the sword are one, and he can only concentrate the thoughts of the whole body to use the psychic sword.

The sword conjured up white smoke, ignoring the spell and magic weapon that was already about to die, and slashed the enemy's head.

Xianzhen covered his mouth in shock, wanting to close his eyes and stop looking, but his eyes widened. I saw that the flame pounced on Chen Jing from the sky, drowning Chen Jing, and faintly I could see an illusory whip wrapped around Chen Jing's neck.

A golden flywheel hit Chen Jing's chest, Chen Jing flew upside down, and the person was still in the void and had already spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground.

Ming couldn't help but scream and was about to climb out, but he saw that Chen Jing had already climbed up, and said loudly to him: "Take care of yourself, I can't take you away." With that, he turned around and walked away from the corner.

Mingxin felt incredible, after being hit by two spells and a magic weapon, he was still alive. When I looked at the three people again, I realized that the heads of the three people were already rolling to the side.

Chen Jing seemed to have been hit by that spell, but in fact he didn't suffer much damage, because before the spell and magic weapon hit him, the three people had already had their heads cut off by the sword, but the spell still hadn't dispersed, and it still looked like it had hit him. Although the magic weapon Golden Wheel no longer had mana support, it still knocked Chen Jing away, but it did not cause fatal injuries.

Chen Jing walked along the edge of the wall, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw a boy in a brocade suit standing on the roof of the highest building in Qianluomen, and he was about to dodge but it was too late, and he was seen by the man as justified.

"Chen Jing is ...... there"

He let out a loud shout, pointed to the location where Chen Jing was, and made the characteristics of the house where Chen Jing was hiding clearly.

Chen Jing's heart tightened: "This person is standing in a high place, I am in a low place, I can't avoid his eyes, with him, sooner or later he will be surrounded by people, and it will be impossible to escape at that time." ”

Murderous intent rises sharply.

It's just that the location where that person is is the extreme edge of Chen Jing's Imperial Sword, as long as he is given another day or two to practice, at such a long distance, Chen Jing is also very sure that Imperial Sword will kill him, but now he can only get closer.

At this time, someone was flying towards the place where Chen Jing was, Chen Jing didn't care about this, and immediately rushed in the direction of the brocade boy for a few feet, leaning against a corner of the wall, and pulled out the sword in his hand.

Looking at the sword, his fingers slowly stroked over the sword.

This sword has just begun to psychic, and it has just killed a few people, and it is already a little sluggish after being stained with other people's blood.

The mana of the whole body was concentrated in his hand, and the invisible spiritual breath flowed through the sword like a clear spring, and after three consecutive times, the blood stains on the sword disappeared. The faint sense of stagnation between Chen Jing's heart and the sword disappeared.

The brocade boy who was standing on the roof from afar looked at Chen Jing with some confusion, he didn't understand why Chen Jing didn't run away, but stood there so quietly and wiped the long sword in his hand with his hand, his expression was extremely dignified.

Suddenly, Chen Jing raised his head, his eyes as clear as sword light.

He was slightly startled in his heart, but saw Chen Jing pointing the tip of the sword in his hand at him and throwing it into the void. I saw a white light flying straight towards me, and a feeling of extreme danger surged from my heart in an instant. He turned around and rose into the air, and at the same time took a piece of jade pendant from his waist and threw it into the void, and the jade pendant turned into a cloud of white mist blocking the flying sword path.

Chen Jing stood still, someone in the distance had approached, a middle-aged man held a small jade net in his hand, waved his hand, the jade net floated in the void, only listening to the middle-aged man chanting the spell, his fingers moved again and again, and the small jade net turned into a big net in the blink of an eye and covered Chen Jing's body.

Chen Jing didn't seem to have discovered it at all, I only had that sword in my heart, and the only thought in my heart was to kill that brocade boy.

The jade pendant turned into a cloud of white clouds and shrouded it towards the sword. And he himself had already taken off into the air and flew away into the distance, leaving the attack range of Chen Jingfei's sword.

I saw that the sword body suddenly shone with a dazzling white light, piercing into the white mist without hindrance, the white mist moved slightly, the sword had passed through the fog, the son of the brocade costume was inducted, and his heart was horrified, the jade pendant was not an ordinary treasure, but a gift from his grandfather on his eighteenth birthday, he still remembered how hot the eyes of several brothers were when he got this jade pendant. At this time, although it was used in a hurry, it was not comparable to ordinary spells and magic weapons.

He was frightened in his heart, and he was about to increase his mana farther away from Chen Jing, but there was a chill rushing down from the back of his head, like frost falling from the sky. I couldn't help but turn my head away, and my eyes were full of dazzling white light.

However, the white light was getting farther and farther away from him, and his heart was relieved, and a "Childe ......" came from his ears

The voice seemed to come from a very far distance, illusory but not real, and at the same time, he saw that the headless corpse in the void was falling towards the big landowner, and he thought about why this person was so familiar, and before he could think clearly, a sharp pain surged over, and then the darkness drowned out his thoughts.

The middle-aged man was shocked and frightened, the boy in brocade was not an ordinary person, he was the third son of the Jian family in Baling City, named Jian Zheng, that is, the cousin of one of the three famous children killed by Chen Jing in Qinglou. For Jian Zheng, he didn't have much hatred for Chen Jing in his heart, but the reputation of the Jian family couldn't be insulted, so he asked for an order to come here to capture Chen Jing, and after he went back, he would add a bargaining chip to his future inheritance of the patriarch of the family, but he didn't expect to die here.

The middle-aged man is the guard of Jian Zheng, how can he be spared as soon as Jian Zheng dies at this time, he is horrified in his heart and has a lot of hatred for Chen Jing. The nets in the void shone with a glimmer of lightning. In one fell swoop, he actually broke through his usual limit, was a little bigger than usual, and went towards Chen Jinggao.

Chen Jing's swordsmanship has been used to the extreme, when the sword passed through that cloud and mist, he felt that the sword body was much heavier, no longer the previous lightness, and another sword shaved off the head of the brocade boy, dyed his blood, and suddenly gave birth to a sense of stagnation, just like the jade was covered with dust, and his heart was distracted.

He knew that he was only able to communicate with his sword, and he was still cultivating and breaking the level, and it was not suitable to fight with others, but there was no way. The power grid was already overhead, and the sword drew an arc trajectory in the void, not to cut the power grid, but to stab straight towards the middle-aged man.

The speed is extremely fast, but it seems to outsiders that it is no different from the speed when he just slashed the Jian Zheng with a sword.

Chen Jing knew that if he used his sword to block the power grid, he might not be able to get out again, and the sword was good for attacking, not conducive to defense, what he was pursuing was a sword out, and the enemy's head was clean and neat.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly in his heart, stretched out his hand to untie the square scarf on his head, and threw it into the air, the square scarf rose in the wind, and in just an instant, it turned into a blue curtain and headed towards the flying sword cover.

Chen Jing's eyes were already closed, and he didn't look at the power grid above his head, and he was wholeheartedly using the sword.

Legend has it that in ancient times, someone could casually call the wind, wave their hands to summon the rain, and pull out the mountain to fight when they were angry, but that was just a legend, and now the practitioner can master a spell in his life to be able to dominate the world, and most people just sacrifice a magic weapon, hoping that one day they can become a spiritual treasure, and the power will be many times greater. There are not many people who sacrifice several pieces at the same time. Chen Jing didn't expect that this middle-aged man actually had two magic weapons on his body, and both magic weapons didn't look weak.

The sword slashed through the void, not stabbing into his blue curtain like he had done before killing Jian Zheng, but through the edge of the blue curtain. It's not that Chen Jing doesn't want to pierce the blue curtain with a sword, but he knows that he can't do it at this time, outsiders seem to be no different from the sword that killed Jian Zheng before, but he himself knows that it is much worse.

The sword drew an arc in the void, looking extremely agile, and slashed straight towards the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man sneered, palmed his hand, and chanted a spell, and the blue curtain suddenly turned around, as if being swept by the wind, and rolled towards the flying sword.

The flying sword floated up like the wind blowing, and it didn't dare to entangle with the blue curtain. All his mental power was focused on the sword, and he only wanted to kill the middle-aged man first, but the flying sword was blocked, and the net of electric sparks shining above his head had been used as a hood.

The flying sword that dodged the blue curtain suddenly lost control, like a bird with broken wings crashed into the eaves and pierced into the stone wall, the middle-aged man laughed, and caught Chen Jing at this time, and he might be punished after he went back, but there should be no capital crime.

Chen Jing only felt that his whole body was like a needle prick, and the mental power concentrated on the flying sword suddenly dissipated, and then his body tightened, and his hands and feet were firmly wrapped. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the middle-aged man was looking at him indifferently.

"Looks like we're going to die here this time."

Just as Chen Jing was about to close his eyes again and wait for death, a woman on the roof behind the middle-aged man floated down, with a gray robe and a high bun.

The middle-aged man suddenly noticed that Chen Jing was smiling, looked behind him and smiled, and wanted to look back, but suddenly thought that this must be Chen Jing's strategy. But before the thought came to mind, he sensed a faint fluctuation of mana.

I was startled, and I didn't look back, so I had already thrown out the blue scarf, and the scarf flew up, and before it turned into a blue curtain, a thunderbolt stabbed down, split on the scarf, spread down, and fell straight to the middle-aged man.

Chen Jing only felt that the power grid trapped in him was loosened, although it did not disperse, but it allowed him to reunite his mana, and his divine thoughts sensed the sword that fell on the ground, and tried his best to communicate with the sword.

The sword soared into the air, and a misty white light slashed towards the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man was horrified in his heart, and his heart suddenly swelled up, but his body was spread to his body by the thunder and lightning that came from nowhere, and the mana in his body was jerky, and when he was thinking about adding mana in the power grid at the same time, his throat was sore sharply, his head had flown up, darkness struck, and the blue curtain turned into a blue square scarf and fell in the air. And the net that trapped Chen Jing's electric sparkes also lost its divine light in an instant, turning into a ball of silk, like silk, but extremely smooth.

Chen Jing stuffed the ball of silk net into his arms, reached out to catch the sword that was galloping back, and hugged his fist at Ye Qingxue, who was standing on the roof, but turned around and left without saying a word.