The young man holding a three-pointed and two-edged knife waved his hand and took Liu Jingxuan's severed arm back, and said angrily: "You are really unlucky, take your students and leave."

Liu Jingxun was still wailing and scolding: "Damn, bullying readers! Cut off my arm without saying a word! Is there still a heavenly principle? Is there still a royal law? Shocked, go and report to the official!"

The glutinous bitter face is really not pretended, the girl said in her heart, sir, don't pretend, you are pretending to be so fake!

But at this time, Liu Jingxun's voice sounded in the hearts of the two: "Don't be afraid, Mr. will take you to watch a big show!"

At this time, Li Chaoren said angrily: "The arm is taken back, can you shout again if it hurts?" Hurry up and take your students away, if you don't leave, you will die here with me."

But at this time, the sword-wielding woman on the opposite side shook her head and sneered, "The means are good, the sword is locked by you, right? None of you can leave without lifting the ban. We are not unreasonable, and if you give me this sword as it is, I will let you go. You Li Chaoren, you are a small child, so you don't need to pretend to be a righteous person, right?"

At this time, Liu Jingxun stopped calling, Li Chaoren sighed, turned his head, and asked, "Brother Jingxun, I am indeed not a good person, but this sword was left by a brother who saved my life, and before he died, I must take him well, and someone will come to take the sword in the future." Today is surrounded by people, Brother Jing Zhuo is burdened by me, if Brother Jing Zhuo thinks that this sword should be handed over, Li will hand it out with both hands."

Nuo Qiang endured and didn't roll his eyes, what kind of person is this? It's obviously your business, but you want my husband to decide? Even if he doesn't die, if someone asks him where the sword went in the future, can he say that a scholar asked him to hand over the sword in order to survive?

But he didn't think so, and he didn't know why, he just felt that Mr. would definitely not agree to hand it over, and Li Chaoren asked only after he had settled on Mr.

Sure enough, Liu Jingxuan was silent for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "What about you?" What do you think?"

He smiled in surprise, "Sir has the final say."

Nuo sighed: "You have the final say."

On the riverside boat, the old man smiled slightly, and said to himself: "I didn't expect this trip to Middle-earth, and there are unexpected joys, these two children must not be hurt."

is worthy of Da Luo Jin Xian, his eyes are really poisonous.

The young man with the sword behind him smiled and nodded: "Ancestor, this is a pity."

The old man with a childish face smiled, continued to look up, and spoke again, "I'm curious how this babbling scholar will choose. Chao'er, don't worry, see how this scholar chooses."

The woman put down her sword, looked at Liu Jingxuan with interest, and asked with a smile, "You can choose, life or death, it's up to you to choose."

Liu Jingxun tore off his robe, walked a few steps, sat on the embankment, and said indifferently: "Brother Chaoren, it's true that I'm afraid of pain, but I'm not afraid of death." Since someone has entrusted it, it has to be done as promised."

The woman narrowed her eyes, but heard Liu Jingxuan say, "But my two students have nothing to do with this, don't hurt them."

As soon as the words fell, the old man on the boat waved his hand and pulled the shock and glutinous to the boat.

He said indifferently: "Don't worry, I will take them south to practice, it is much better than following you."

As he spoke, he also fixed the boy and girl by the way, and then said, "Take the sword, I've been looking for it for nearly ten years, and I'm homesick too."

Li Chaoren grinned, threw the pitch-black long sword to Liu Jingxun, and hugged his fist with the momentum: "I'm sorry!"

Turning his head suddenly, Li Chaoren stomped the three-pointed two-edged knife towards the ground, and his black clothes became black armor.

The woman shook her head and said, "You're really looking for death!"

As she spoke, she raised her sword and stabbed forward, and Li Chaoren flew backwards with the momentum, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them reached the surface of the river.

Hedao opens the gate of heaven, it seems that there is no chance of winning!

But even Liu Jingxun didn't expect that Li Chaoren, who fell on the surface of the water, would instantly rise to the realm and temporarily enter the gate of heaven.

Over the years, I have watched fights, and they are all people with extremely high realms, but they are not as bells and whistles as fighting downstairs.

For example, when the sword is out,

It is rare to see a sword qi boiling, more often two breaths collide, and there are very few magic powers.

I don't know if it's because the Qi Refiners don't know so many spells now, or if they don't bother to use them?

At this time, on the surface of the river, the sword light and the tide collided with each other, and the scene was not small.

The old man on the boat shook his head and sighed, "Chao'er is still soft-hearted, Wenzhang, you go and help, go and go back quickly."

The young man nodded, "Yes."

It was difficult to deal with one person, but at this time, two against one, the situation was reversed in an instant, and Li Chaoren was defeated and retreated, and his clothes were soon stained red by blood.

Shocked and glutinous, he couldn't say anything if he wanted to, so he could only be secretly anxious in his heart.

Why hasn't the gentleman made a move? If he doesn't make another move, he will be killed!

But Liu Jingxuan was not in a hurry at all, but picked up the pitch-black long sword in his hand and looked at it.

Xiaodouzi entered the cave, and when she came out, she had this extra sword, and said that she had lent it to her by Ganbuzhou alone, and she would have to pay it back in the future.

At that time, because of Liu Jingxun's realm, he really didn't see any clues. But looking at it at this time, this sword is indeed a little different.

The sword body is pitch black, but there is no sharp blade, let alone killing, even chopping a persimmon may not work. The whole is extremely heavy, and it has a clumsy sword feeling.

Moreover, this sword was not refined by people, it was the same as the canoe and Xuanmeng, as well as several swords in Xiaozhushan, all of which were condensed by natural sword intent.

At this time, Liu Jingxun glanced at the old man on the boat, the realm of Da Luo Jin Immortal, not a sword cultivator, about five thousand years old.

The old man noticed the scholar's gaze, so he also turned his head to look, and the smile on his face kept coming.

At this time, at the confluence of the two rivers, Li Chaoren was seriously injured by two sword lights, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife, half-kneeling on the tide.

Wenzhang shook his head and said to Li Chaoren, "Fellow Daoist, don't do this, what's the use? You're not a swordsman, the owner of the sword is dead, so it's only natural that we should cultivate the sword?"

Li Chaoren opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood immediately gushed out, but he smiled, waved his hand to wipe the blood, and sneered: "My brother Shen, a native of Luzhou in Beiju, was born in the Wandering Demon Ferry, and he is a frank person. I, Li Chaoren, am not a chivalrous person, but I ...... But he is also loyal to the trust of others, and does not want to be with the devil!"

Demon?

The old man on the boat frowned slightly, and sighed, "Okay, kill it, he knows too much."

It was also at this time that in Liu Jing's turbid heart lake, Li Chaoren's voice came.

"Brother Jing Xun, there is a disaster in Ganbu Continent in the south now. A lot of purple phantoms came out of the sea, taking away the Qi Refiners. Presumably the same is true of the three of them. The owner of the sword in your hand, named Shen Lianjia, is a monk from the north of the Juluzhou Demon Ferry, in order to find out the reason, he went south to Ganbu Continent, and accidentally obtained this sword, but he did not expect to reveal his whereabouts and was besieged to death. I originally thought that you were also a big man with a hidden head and tail, but now it seems that I am thinking too much. That's it! I helped Brother Jing Zhuo leave, I just ask Brother Jing Zhuo to put away the sword, and someone will find it in the future."

As soon as the words fell, the pitch-black long sword suddenly glowed with a strange light, and Liu Jingxun also suddenly discovered that the sword body was engraved with a teleportation formation by Li Chaoren.

Good means, even I almost didn't find out.

But you, just take me, not my students? Like words?

The crane-haired old man frowned violently, and without saying a word, he turned around and went to Liu Jingxuan's side. Vaguely, Liu Jingxun sensed a familiar aura.

Yes, the purple gas of the 100,000 mountains!

It's a pity that when the old man landed, the formation had already worked, and the scholar and the sword didn't know where to go.

The old man's face was extremely ugly, he turned around again and took a step, to the man and woman with the sword on his back, opened his hand to push the two away, and then grabbed Li Chaoren's neck, and a strange purple qi crawled on Li Chaoren's body like an insect, and the latter suddenly trembled all over his body, and he was in pain.

After a while, the old man said in a deep voice, "I have ten thousand ways for you to come back to life, you better tell me, where did the sword go?"

The weird purple qi is like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and Li Chaoren only feels that his own flesh and blood are being eaten by the purple qi, and it is simply worse than death.

Shock

He shouted in his heart, "Sir, it's almost over, don't let people torture Senior Li anymore."

It's the same with Nuo, "Sir! You're so annoying, is that fun? Hurry up!"

Li Chaoren's eyes were red, and he forced out a smiling face, and asked with a smile, "That sword...... Is that important? I'm curious, you ...... What do you puppets want to do?"

The old man's face sank, his eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "The bones are hard, okay, I'll let you know what we're doing, come with me and ask the master, and you'll know."

The two sword-bearers behind them glanced at each other and smiled bitterly.

has given you a way to live several times, you have to look for death, at this moment, who can save you?

Li Chaoren raised his hand stiffly, "Wait, let me ...... Die clearly. Who is your so-called master? What the hell do you want to do?"

The old man snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and knocked on Li Chaoren's head, and said with a smile: "My master is the master of heaven and earth, what we have to do is just to let what should belong to the master return to the master. Got it now? Then this body can change owners, and if you want to know, you can also ask my master yourself!"

There are many means, but it's a pity that your realm is too low, and where the sword is sent, I only need to search your soul to know.

I didn't want to kill people in Middle-earth, if you have to find someone to die, then don't blame me.

As he spoke, the old man's palm was raised suddenly, and above the river, Li Chaoren's screaming voice penetrated the clouds and mist and reached someone's ears.

In the boat on the river, I don't know when there was a scholar holding a pitch-black sword.

"You say, 'Do I slaughter all three, or do I slaughter whom and who I don't slaughter?"

Suddenly he found that he could speak, so he said anxiously, "Sir, save people first!"

Liu Jingxun was stunned for a moment, "Oh yes, I almost forgot."

With just one thought, Li Chaoren lay on the boat.

Liu Jingxun laughed dryly, full of apologies: "I'm sorry! But you too, why are you spreading so far? I bought a jug of wine by the way, and I was a little delayed."

Li Chaoren's eyes widened, and after thinking for a long time, he finally popped out and said, "Your uncle! That day is your breath!"