There were stars hanging in the night sky, but Jun Jianchen was in turmoil at this time.

His original heart had endless ups and downs at this moment.

Jun Moran's desperate eyes and desolate voice kept appearing in front of him.

"Now she's in prison, it must be cold, right?"

The sword was together, and the peachwood sword in his arms was carried behind him, and he changed his outfit and went out cautiously.

He's going to do one thing - he's going to rob the prison!

Although Jun Mo dyed, he only had a few faces, but it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Pure sword heart, is to live with his heart, if he doesn't go this time, against his own center of the earth, then he day, sword cultivation to a critical juncture,

Yesterday's events will become his sword cultivation demons.

The heavenly prison of the Sword Soul Divine Palace exudes a foul smell, Jun Jianchen is not familiar with this place for the first time, but fortunately he relies on his agile skills.

So far, he avoided a lot of eyeliner and successfully lurked in the prison.

The prison was heavily guarded, but it was already the dead of night at this time, so many guards relaxed their guards.

Jun Jianchen, the swift figure swept by, as soon as there was movement, it was a sword seal, his cultivation over the years, the cultivation of the sword,

has already thrown off Jun Yuan a lot, calling it the Sword Soul Divine Palace, the first kendo master, it is not an exaggeration.

Most of the guards in the heavenly prison are in the second realm, and those in the third realm are quite rare.

And Jun Jianchen is a master of the fourth realm, the slashing realm, the third heaven, and he is a sword cultivator himself.

Robbing the prison is easy for him, besides, who would have thought that the first disciple of the Sword Soul Divine Palace would come to rob the prison.

Jun Jianchen didn't dare to make too much of a fuss, after all, he knew the seriousness of the matter, Jun Mo dyed a sword to make the son of the lord of the first palace die, what does it mean, needless to say.

Therefore, Jun Mo Ran is a repeat offender, and he still has to be executed by Ling Chi.

In the heavenly prison of this Sword Soul Divine Palace, there are thousands of cells, and it is not a way to find them one by one.

Jun Jianchen flashed in front of a jailer, and used the peachwood sword in his hand to press against the opponent's neck.

"If you want to live, what I ask, what you answer!"

This wooden sword, which seems to be light and fluttering, and does not have the slightest murderous aura, seems to be as long as Jun Jianchen is closer to an inch, and this sharp sword blade can cut his throat.

The jailer, already frightened, could only nod his head again and again.

"Is there a new prisoner coming in tonight?"

Jun Jianchen, the voice of the words was as cold as a machine.

"Yes, yes."

The jailer stammered.

"Where? What is your name? ”

Jun Jianchen, a trace of eagerness flashed in his expression.

"In, heaven-level cell, call, call, yes! It's called Jun Mo Dyeing. ”

The jailer was frightened by Jun Jianchen's expression, for fear that Jun Jianchen would not keep his promise, so he killed him with a sword.

"Huh! Take me there or ......"

Before Jun Jianchen finished speaking, the jailer immediately nodded and walked in front, while Jun Jianchen's peachwood sword was against his life.

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, so he could only do what Jun Jianchen said.

The heaven-level prison cell is the Sword Soul Divine Palace, a place dedicated to holding serious criminals.

The prisoners in this are basically labeled as mortal, and as for the prison robbery, there has never been such an example in the Sword Soul Divine Palace.

Soon the two came to the heaven-level cell, row upon row of cells, Jun Jianchen escorted the jailers and looked for them one by one.

All the way to the far room, dark, damp, foul-smelling, and from time to time there was the cry of rats, which were hungry prisoners, catching rats to eat.

The iron cell was pitch black, and only the sound of water dripping could be heard inside.

"That's it...... Please, please let me go, I, I have an old man and a little ......."

"Open!"

Jun Jianchen's tone said with a slight tremble.

"I, I ......"

The jailer squeaked, his heart struggled, and if he opened the cell without permission, once the prisoner escaped, then death awaited him.

And if he doesn't open the cell, now, immediately, immediately, he will die.

"I'm open, please ......"

"Huh?"

Feeling the impatience on Jun Jianchen's face, the jailer did not hesitate to move his hand closer to the heavy iron lock.

Click!

Yikes!

Chirping!

The door of the iron prison opened, and the white-clothed Shengxue had long lost its former demeanor, and the soaked clothes were clinging to the body.

The cold shackles cuffed her hands and feet, and the heavy chains locked her jade neck.

Sitting quietly on the damp ground with his eyes closed, even at the moment when the iron prison was opened, Jun Moran had no reaction.

"Great, sir, spare my life......"

"Get out!"

Seeing Jun Moran, who was tortured to the point of not being human, Jian Yi sighed in his heart, and the peachwood sword behind him was instantly unsheathed.

Poop!

Click!

Poop!

There was a burst of sparks, and the shackles that bound Jun Mo broke in response.

Jun Moran, who was originally with his beautiful eyes closed, heard that the shackles on his body seemed to collide with something, and then broke off in response.

lowered his eyes and lifted them.

Meet Jun Jianchen's eyes as bright as the starry sky.

The last look stayed on Jun Jianchen's peachwood sword, this peachwood sword has long been engraved in her heart, and she has a nine-trick exquisite heart, and her memory is even more superb, almost unforgettable.

"You are?"

"Jun Jianchen."

Although Kenichi has some affection for the woman in front of him, he can't easily tell his biggest secret.

"No, you're not, so who am I?"

Jun Mo dyeing, ask rhetorically.

"Jun Mo Dye."

"Huh! I am Chu Linglong, and your sword, one! Why save me? ”

The moment Chu Linglong recognized the sword and the peachwood sword, he determined Jun Jianchen's true identity.

"There's no why, I want to save, so I saved it, let's go! After a while, the people from the Sword Soul Shrine will come. ”

Kenichi said softly.

"Let's go! With me, none of us can leave, you ......"

Jian Yi didn't speak, walked quickly to Chu Linglong's side, picked up the other party, held the peachwood sword, and walked out of the cell.

However, at this time, the prison has already laid a net of heaven and earth.

"Kenyi, thank you, let me go, this is just a trial mission for me, and I won't really die."

At this time, Jian Yi didn't speak, looking at the overlapping figures in front of him, there was no timidity on his face, only excitement.

An undead body, it has the ability to recover against the sky.

"Hold me tight and take you out."

In response to Chu Linglong, there were only these seven short words.

However, Chu Linglong's heart, which fell on his back, was like a monstrous wave, breaking the defense! Chu Linglong, who has never been unmoved, broke the defense.

She muttered in a low voice: "A sword pours the heart of the king, this flower is dyed with ink!" ”

Chu Linglong secretly swore that whether it was the current Jun Jianchen or the sword outside the trial, she was the one who wanted to stay with her.

And treats the sword like a lover's sword, but he doesn't know that he has won a nine-trick exquisite heart with just one sentence.

Of course!

If you want to win the hearts of beauties, you will naturally have to fight bloodily.

The peachwood sword in his hand, the sword shines brightly, and there is a sword spirit behind him to guard.

Kill one person in ten steps, leave no shape for a thousand miles!

One by one, they rolled down.

Blood stained red, the earth of the dungeon.

Jun Jianchen, who was dressed in white, was like an undefeated sword god at this moment, and at the same time as the powerful sword intent erupted, the terrifying worldly Xuan power was not reserved at all.

Jun Mo Dye on his back, with a lovely smile on his face, even if she and Jun Jianchen died together like this, it would be happy for her.

"Devil! You, who the hell are you? Your sword path, and your cultivation...... Why...... So terrifying? ”

These guards guarding the prison are afraid, it is like a ruthless killing machine, and every sword seems to have been carefully calculated.

Killing, for him, is like art.

"Jun Jianchen!"

As it fell, Jun Jianchen slashed horizontally with a sword, and even the earth seemed to be shattered.

"I, the first disciple of my Sword Soul Divine Palace, the first person under Jun Yuan, how can you ...... your sword path cultivation?"

Swish!

The sword kills man.

"Give you a chance to choose, either you will be killed by me one by one sword, or you will be killed by me at one time!"

Mad!

Bloody and crazy, the blood has been stirred, and the innate fighting intent in Jian Yi's body.

The Xuan power in the dantian operated wildly, sword after sword, and slashed out.

The second realm, the third realm, how could he be the opponent of his fourth realm, the slashing realm, the triple heaven powerhouse?

"You, Jun Jianchen, how can your cultivation be ......?"

Shout!

Shout!

The sword qi splashed, carrying Jun Mo Dye on his back, step by step, and walked to the gate of the heavenly prison.

Rumble!

The moment the door of the cell opened, it was accompanied by a heavy palm, and the sword fell.

"Poof!"

As soon as the sword carried Chu Linglong on his back, he took dozens of steps backwards before he stabilized his figure, and he scratched marks on the ground.

Coughing up blood, Kenichi stood up again and looked at the man whose palm had landed on his chest.

Wearing an imperial crown, a golden sword at his waist, wearing a pale yellow gold-inlaid dress, with a mustache on his mouth, and several figures around him.

Sword Soul Shrine, Palace Lord Jun Thousand Nights!

and two Sword Soul Shrine Elders.

"Palace Master."

Jun Jianchen shouted at the comer, but in his tone, without the slightest respect, as if the word palace master was just a name of the other party.

"Jun Jianchen, you are so bold, you dare to rob the prison!"

Jun Qianye, an elder beside him, spoke loudly.

At the same time, he was also shocked, Jun Jianchen's cultivation at this time, he was hard to receive the palace master's palm without dying, and he was not seriously injured, and he was afraid that he would not be able to find one in the entire Sword Soul Divine Palace.

"The robbery is all robbed, and if you want to fight it, you will fight it."

Hearing Jian Yi's words, Chu Linglong, who was on his back, put his arms around his neck and let out a laugh like a silver bell.

"Good, good! You dogs and men, death to this palace! ”

The word of death fell, Jun Qianye, his body was still unmoving, and the two elders beside him swept towards Yang Feng at the same time.

Two holy swords fell towards the Heavenly Spirit Cover of Sword One.

Jian Yi, holding the sword in both hands, struggled to resist.

Bang!

Jian Yi and Chu Linglong both slammed on the ground.

"Poof!"

Both of them vomited blood at the same time.

The qi and blood in his chest were surging, and Jian Yi, who had the anti-heaven trait of an immortal body, just spat out blood, and it was no big deal.

And Chu Linglong, who had been heavily injured earlier, had no blood on her face at this time.

But he still didn't speak, let alone beg for mercy, just quietly hugged Jian Yi's neck.

Even if this body is not really Jianyi's, their souls are connected to each other and will never be separated.

Some people died, but not completely......