The girl didn't lie to him, she was really strong, her shoulders were not as wide as the ancient books said, wide enough to support a piece of the world, her back was not as strong and straight as described in the book, but the boy standing behind her had an inexplicable sense of security.

She used her slender back to open a way for the boy to kill in the chaos, and the original extremely chaotic battlefield, under her full strength, became as comfortable and calm as her own backyard in the eyes of the boy, and the girl defeated countless enemies, singing and triumphant all the way.

Eventually, a group of teenagers surrounded the girl and the boy, each of whom was outnumbered, and each of them was extraordinary, and under their joint attack, the girl entered a stalemate and could no longer care about the boy behind her.

In the end, a man on the other side attacked Chu Yang, at that time, Chu Yang was weak because of the sword soul in his body, and he was unable to gather energy, naturally he was not the man's opponent, he stumbled after supporting under the man's attack, seeing that the man was forcing him to be eliminated, at this time, Li Ruonan, who was besieged by everyone, suddenly pulled over and saved Chu Yang, but he was seriously injured and was eliminated in the first round of testing.

Originally, according to the strength shown by Li Ruonan at that time, she would be a rare dark horse at the Xuanting Conference that year, but a girl who was so favored ended her journey in a hurry in order to protect a waste-like boy, and I have to say that many people sighed and regretted it.

The long memory, like a pebble, set up a ripple in Chu Yang's calm heart, the moon stars are sparse, the light is obscure, the young man in the forest sighed, gently pulled out the scimitar that was pierced in the ground, and carried it behind his back.

"Sister Ruo, thank you for your protection that year, and this year, you will stand behind me. ”

The young man under the straw hat, that delicate little face with a rare firmness, through the dim starry sky, he was conveying his wish, which was the oath of a man.

"Woo ......"

In the dark night, a dark wind suddenly blew, and the wind whispered, quietly as if it was telling something.

In the dark night, a black shadow swooped like an eagle, and when Remnant Xu arrived, it was already a step too late, the collapsed ruins were full of devastation, and the figure of Chu Yang around the empty was already gone.

"Damn it, sneaky like rats and ants, there is a kind of seed to fight with Lao Tzu!"

Remnant Xu was in a hurry, and the Xuan Qi all over his body was reversed, and a strong cyclone continued to flourish around him, looking at the black-robed man whose body was as transparent as a sieve on one side, the anger in his heart became more and more vigorous, and he raised his head to the sky with a hideous face, and let out a terrifying roar like a beast.

On the side of the woods, the young man who was galloping, heard the roar behind him, and the delicate little face under the straw hat flashed a sneer, and the straw hat pressed down slightly, but the speed under his feet did not decrease.

In the open plain, the wolf king launched a Jedi counterattack, as a tyrant of this Xiqi Mountain, its majesty does not allow provocation, originally under the siege of the eight strong men of the Remnant Sword Sect of the Four Heavens, the wolf king who lost the antlers of Yuehua, was seriously injured several times under the hands of several people, and the situation was precarious, although he was angry, but the opponent was strong and numerous, but he was powerless to fight back.

Now, because of Chu Yang's move, the four powerhouses of the Remnant Sword Sect left, and most of the pressure dissipated at once, which was undoubtedly to give the wolf king in a worrying situation a chance to breathe, as a king, even if there was only a slight chance, it was enough for it.

Under the domineering attack of the Wolf King, the four powerhouses of the Remnant Sword Sect were miserable, and this rapid reversal of the situation made them secretly bitter in their hearts, however, ...... Even so, they could only face the difficulties head-on, delay time, and wait for the remnants of Xu to quickly deal with the intruders in the shadows, and come back to join forces to kill this vicious wolf.

However, they didn't know that of the three strong men they had sent out, only Remnant Xu was still alive, and the other two had been killed by the sixteen-year-old adventurer they had been searching for.

In the dark night, a figure came out of a jungle, taking advantage of the chaos, Chu Yang's body sneaked and quickly approached the area where the tent was located, while galloping, his mind recalled the tent where the girl in red came out just now.

The footsteps paused slightly, because the figure was running too fast, suddenly stopped, the momentum of inertia, so that the young man's steps splashed a layer of sand, his eyes sharply scanned the dozen or so simple tents that were similar, and the black eyes under the straw hat turned slightly.

"Third place on the left......"

He seemed to remember something, a fine light shot in his eyes, his figure turned slightly, his eyes were sharply locked on the location of the tent in his memory, almost without any hesitation, his figure was like a cheetah towards the tent, and there were two disciples of the Remnant Sword Sect guarding the tent outside.

"Who? Stop!"

The two disciples of the Remnant Sword Sect looked at the ghost-like swift figure in the night, and their faces changed drastically, and they all pulled out the short sword behind them.

"Sure enough, Sister Dao, are they hiding here?"

The corners of Chu Yang's mouth moved slightly, seeing that the two disciples of the Remnant Sword Sect who were blocking him were not in a hurry to laugh, his figure did not stop at all, and when he was only one meter away from the two disciples of the Remnant Sword Sect, the scimitar behind him came out of the sheath and half of his body, and a sword light was bright, and before the two disciples of the Remnant Sword Sect could react, the sword light cut his throat.

After a one-hit kill, the boy quickly put the scimitar back into the sheath, his movements were done in one go, this series of actions seemed troublesome, but in fact it only happened in a breath, and now he has been on the run of life and death for the past few days, and is changing at a terrible speed.

In the tent, the aroma of the incense burner curled, and Mo Fengpan sat on the straw mat to meditate and recuperate, and suddenly a gust of wind blew abruptly, blowing the curtain of the tent open, and the next moment a black figure appeared in the tent.

The night was very dark, and the moonlight in the tent could not penetrate, and there was no candle flame to reflect it, so it was extremely dark.

Mo Feng, who was exercising on the straw mat, frowned slightly, when the two disciples of the Remnant Sword Sect outside the Fang Cai Gate were shouting, he had already noticed that someone had broken in, but at this time, he was at a critical juncture, and he didn't have time to pay attention to it, and who knew that someone dared to break into his tent arrogantly, which made him feel a little angry in his heart.

The next moment, he separated a wisp of his mind, condensed it with qi, and pointed out with a finger.

As soon as Chu Yang entered the account, the figure stood firmly, and he saw a golden light burst through the back of the paper, feeling the huge strength contained in the golden light, his delicate little face changed slightly, and the next moment the figure turned, almost subconsciously standing sideways.

"Knock ......"

With a muffled sound, the golden finger power bombarded the top of the scimitar, stirring up eye-catching sparks, the golden finger power was extremely majestic, and the scimitar of the one-finger bombardment made a trembling sound, Chu Yang felt that his hand holding the scimitar was trembling, and the next moment a strong force pushed him backwards.

"Sneer......"

The steps under his feet left a deep mark on the ground, and Chu Yang's figure was pushed straight out of the tent ten meters away, and the huge force was slowly unloaded, and his body stabilized.

Lowering his brows, looking at the scimitar in his hand that was still trembling, the delicate little face under the straw hat slowly lowered, his dark eyes turned slightly, staring at the tent deadly, and muttered: "Who is in that tent, it is so terrifying, and the power of one finger can be so shocking?!"

At night, the wind is high, the dim moonlight is like the gloomy mood of a young man at this moment, and the roar of the fighting in the distance echoes endlessly over the flat ground for a long time, and the area of more than a dozen tents in the calm is like a paradise outside the world, quiet and peaceful.