Xiang Qu squinted at Wang Chan and sneered secretly in his heart.

There is no saint in the human race, and the immortals can be called the pinnacle of qi refiners. In order to become immortals, the monks in the world have gone through thousands of disasters and catastrophes, and it can be said that there is no life in ten deaths.

Since you Wang Chan is fortunate to cut the Tao and become an immortal, you should cherish this hard-won cultivation, but for the sake of Korean untouchables, just ants, you actually fell into the realm and scattered, which is really ridiculous. Since you are so unwise, then it is no wonder that others are cruel when you die under my sword today.

"Die!" Xiang Qu shouted, and slashed Zhan Lu's sword horizontally.

In an instant, thousands of sword intents emerged, spinning rapidly in mid-air, like a whirlpool, and swept towards Wang Chan.

Wang Chan's face changed slightly, he hurriedly put away the feather fan, took a step forward, and a phantom appeared behind him.

Above the Xiang Mansion, the rules of heaven and earth turned into runes, emerging one after another, following the trajectory of the avenue, gradually forming a huge figure, as if a god had descended into the world, standing in the air.

Rao is Han Yan, who has known Wang Chan for more than ten years, and he can be said to know a lot, so he can't help but be speechless, and muttered: "Is this an immortal?" How can such supernatural powers be wielded by human beings! ”

Everyone in the Xiang Mansion looked up at this time, all stunned and gloomy. Such a means of reaching the sky, even if it is as strong as the second son Xiang Qu, I am afraid that it will not be able to match.

I saw that the sword intent vortex hit the phantom, like a scorching sun cracking and bursting, and the sword light mixed with regular runes floated in the middle of the Xiang Mansion.

Wang Chan's complexion changed abruptly, and before the phantom was completely shattered, wisps of regular runes appeared in his body again, as if they were integrated with heaven and earth, turning into a large defensive array.

Xiang Qu's forward movement was blocked, his eyes froze, his figure hovered in the air, and suddenly threw the Zhan Lu sword up.

The remnant sword intent in the air seemed to be being pulled, and the volley flickered in the air, and it gradually condensed on the Zhan Lu sword.

I saw the sword intent roaring, and between breaths, a brilliant giant sword had been formed.

Wang Chan saw that the giant sword was solemn, and from time to time there was coercion, he was shocked in his heart, and said hurriedly: "This is a good sword way." Childe, quickly hide behind the old minister, so that you can be protected. ”

Han Yan didn't hesitate, flashed over, and was not annoyed in his heart: "When I first saw Xiang Qu, I just said that he was a reckless man with a hot personality, and I didn't want him to be so good at cultivation, even a character like a teacher, and he had to parry." ”

"Wang Chan old thief, my move is a combination of sword and spirit, which can be called an immortal, can you take it?" Xiang Qu said, raising the giant sword high, breaking through the air and slashing down, only to hear a sneering sound, and the rule runes dissipated.

But at this time, those scattered runes suddenly emitted a bright light, and they heard a rumbling sound, and the runes exploded when they disappeared.

All of a sudden, all kinds of light bloomed, and the dazzling kung fu made Xiang Fu feel in a vastness.

Xiang Qu couldn't see at this time, so he hurriedly urged the sword, protected his whole body, and said loudly: "The crossbowman listens to the order, follows my voice and releases the arrows, and when it comes to the surrounding three zhang, don't let the thief go." ”

The guards of Xiangfu were ordered, and they all pulled the strings to shoot arrows, and a series of sharp shots, and the feather arrows were like flying locusts, swishing towards the place where Xiang Qu was standing.

In this way, the guard drew his bow and arrows, shot round after round, and shot straight more than a dozen times, and only stopped when the light faded.

At this time, the roof near Xiang Qu was densely packed with feather arrows, but there was no trace of Wang Chan and the others.

Seeing this, Xiang Qu was extremely angry, and secretly thought: "Wang Chan, this guy, is not cunning. I didn't notice it for a while, but I let him use a golden cicada to get out of its shell and escape. ”

Xiang Yan had also received a report at this time, knowing that Xiang Qu had lost Wang Chan, and immediately ordered: "Hold my tiger talisman and transfer the Xiang family's pro-army to chase after me." ”

Xiang Liang and Xiang Qu got the order, hurriedly ordered their own soldiers, summoned the generals, and said, "The generals will listen to the order." Today, there are thieves who spy on our Great Wei military plane, and after being discovered by the general, they fled at night. Now it is said that the general ordered that the whole city of Jinling should be under martial law, and all efforts should be made to search for gangsters, and they must be captured alive and handed over to the king for disposal. If you resist, you can kill on the spot. ”

Xiang Qu divided the team into three teams: one team guarded the city gate, with Xiang Liang in charge; A team was seized in the city, led by the generals; A team of people searched outside the city, and Xiang Qu personally led the team.

All of a sudden, Jinling City was full of people and was in chaos. There were soldiers in the streets and alleys, shouting and hunting for the enemy assassins.

The four gates were also tightly closed, each heavily guarded. The guards are all in good spirits, but when they see the living, they will interrogate them carefully.

Xiang Qu led a team of sergeants, and summoned the masters of the palace to search and arrest them in a net-like manner outside the city.

At this time, Wang Chan took advantage of the panic in Xiangfu, and had already used a magical power to shrink the ground into inches, and fled outside Jinling City with Han Yan.

The two leaned against the city wall, and Han Yan couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Wang Chan vomiting blood without stopping, and the blood stains were mixed with pieces of meat, and said, "Teacher, how are your injuries?" ”

Wang Chan wiped the fresh fish on the placket of his clothes, and secretly exercised his skills, wrapping his internal organs with true qi, and after a long time, he slowly sighed: "This canal is really good, and it actually smashed my internal organs with a sword intent and cut off my vitality." ”

Han Yan hurriedly said: "Teacher, let's find a safe place first, and it is important to treat your injuries." ”

Wang Chan shook his head and said, "Childe, listen carefully." This Jinling City was noisy at the moment, full of roars and shouts of killing. Xiang Yan served as the general of Wei for decades, and he controlled the military all the year round, and his protégés and former officials were all over the army. He dispatched the Wei army with the tiger talisman, which can be described as an arm, and it won't be long before the Wei army will chase and kill, so let's leave the Wei country quickly. ”

Han Yan said: "Teacher, are we going to Qingqiu?" ”

Wang Chan looked at him deeply, but he didn't answer, but just asked, "Childe, if our Han can't recover the country in the end, what should Childe do?" ”

When Han Yan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and said slowly: "Teacher, the Protoss killed my parents, destroyed my country, and wanted to make my generation a slave, and this hatred is as deep as the sea. Even if he doesn't return to the country in this life, he must teach him that the gods are violent, and the harvest will not be exhausted in three years. ”

Wang Chan nodded lightly, and secretly thought: "Gongzi has suffered a great disaster, and his mood is still quite agitated, and he will have to enlighten him again after a while." ”

Han Yan saw that Wang Chan's face was solemn and his expression changed, and he only said that his injury was bad, and he felt very sorry in his heart: "The teacher's injury is only very serious, if it is finally difficult to treat, what should I do?" ”

As he thought, tears slowly flowed down his cheeks, and he didn't realize it.

Wang Chanqiang smiled and said: "Childe, you don't need to be sad, the old minister won't be able to die for a while." The gentleman doesn't erect a dangerous wall, let's get out of here first, and then make plans. ”

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a voice coming over, saying, "Heh, I'm afraid you won't be able to go anywhere." ”

Before the words fell, only the sound of a knock was heard, and several people jumped down from the city and landed in front of them.

I heard the sound of horses' hooves again, and about 20 riders, carrying copper lamps, galloped along the official road.

These two groups of people converged in one place, surrounded Wang Chan and the two, or held long knives, or pressed the hilt of the sword, all with indifferent expressions and murderous awe.

Han Yan saw that the person who was the leader was Xiang Qu, and he was furious in his heart, and said: "Xiang Qu, we don't have a national enemy or family hatred, why are you scheming to put us to death?" ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of Xiang Qu's mouth.

This Korean son is really naïve, since the Spring and Autumn Period, the world has been in turmoil, and the destruction of the country and the extinction of the species are common, so why do you need to have a deep hatred?

Wang Chan sighed: "The young general came so fast! The way of using soldiers is very expensive, and the young general is afraid that he has already obtained the mantle of Xiang Gong. ”

Xiang Qu said with a smile: "Wang Xiangguo knows that he will die, so why should he escape? Do you think you can protect the descendant of King Han behind you? ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the Zhan Lu sword, restrained his expression, and said slowly: "Xiang Qu of the Great Wei Qi clan invites Han Xiangguo to die!" ”

When everyone behind Xiang Qu heard this, they all brushed out their swords, pointed at Wang Chan, and said in unison: "Please Han Xiang to die." Everyone spoke in unison, and their voices were loud, and they spread far away, and they did not stop for a long time.

Han Yan's heart was awe-inspiring: "These people have profound skills, and each of them is an extraordinary person. Xiang Fu is afraid that he is a good hand this time. ”

Wang Chan's expression was gloomy, he glanced at Jinling City, then looked to the south, and muttered: "Disciple, everything will be entrusted to you." It's a pity that I can't see you again as a teacher. ”

Han Yanqi said: "Teacher, what did you say?" ”

Wang Chan shook his head and said slowly: "Childe, can you trust that the old minister is willing to hand over his life to me?" ”

Han Yan nodded and said, "Teacher, why bother?" Han Yan's life and death, but it is decided by the teacher's words. ”

Wang Chan looked solemn, nodded, and said, "Son, when the old minister was wandering the world, he once accepted a closed disciple, and his chest was more than a soldier. After the son leaves Jinling City, he can go to find him. ”

Han Yan was stunned for a moment, and secretly wondered in his heart: "We are at the end of our rope this time. How did the teacher say this? Could it be that he has a way to get out? ”

He was about to speak, when he heard Xiang Qu already shouting: "Wang Xiangguo, you two are at the end of the road, it's better to break off yourself quickly, and you are still doing a lot of venting here." ”

Wang Chan ignored it, suddenly waved out a palm, slapped it on the top of Han Yan's head, and muttered in his mouth: "Son, the sad old minister has no afterlife, and he can only protect you for half his life with a wisp of remnant soul." ”

Before Han Yan came back to his senses, he felt that his whole body was hot, as if there was a raging fire burning in his body, and when he was about to stretch out his hand and scratch, he was completely powerless, and his body gradually curled up into a ball.

"Ah...... Old...... Teacher...... Kill me! Han Yan felt as if he was in purgatory, undergoing many tragic tortures, the pain eroding his body, gradually permeating the depths of his soul, and gradually blurring his mind.

Wang Chan sighed lightly: "Childe, the old minister's mana is exhausted, and this method of teleportation consumes a lot, so you can only suffer a little!" ”

Seeing this, Xiang Qu was stunned and said angrily: "Wang Chan, what are you doing? If you want to kill him, why do you need to do this, you can beat him to death with one palm. ”

Wang Chan glanced at him, but ignored it, just flashed his figure and blocked in front of Han Yan.

After a while, the roar faded and finally died. Everyone only said that Han Yan was dead, and suddenly heard a child's cry, coming from behind Wang Chan.

Wang Chan was overjoyed, and when he turned around, he saw that the clothes on the ground were mixed with the skin, mixed into a pile, and it was a mess.

He pulled open his clothes, found the crack in the epidermis, and pulled it up, revealing a baby with pink makeup.

When Xiang Qu and the others saw this, they were all dumbfounded. Left and right leaned over to Xiang Qu's ear and asked softly, "Young General, what's going on?" ”

Xiang Qu shook his head slowly, full of doubts in his heart: "Is this the method of immortals?" It is unimaginable that it can rejuvenate people. ”

Wang Chan picked up the baby, only to see him slowly open his eyes, a pair of black eyes faintly rippled, after three blinks and two turns, he actually stretched out his hands, babbling, to grab Wang Chan's hair.

Wang Chan chuckled and said, "Childe, the old minister will send you away." After this time, you will return with the glory of the human race. ”

Wang Chan looked at Xiang Qu and said, "Young General, the old man has been able to prove his immortality and realized a magical power, which is called the Burial Dao." The major general is very talented, and he is a great young hero, please correct one or two. ”

Before the words fell, he saw an immortal walking out of his eyebrows. In an instant, the aura of heaven and earth swarmed and merged into the body of this immortal.

This immortal is Wang Chan's immortal body. The immortal walked out, looked at Wang Chan and smiled, and said, "Fellow Daoist, the prince will entrust it to you." ”

Wang Chan also smiled and said: "There is no regret about being able to attain immortality in this life." The burden of the race should be borne by a son. Fellow Daoists, go all the way. As he spoke, the figure gradually drifted away, turning into a rainbow of light, wrapping Han Yan, who had turned into a baby, and throwing him out of the sky.

Xiang Qu was about to intercept it, but the immortal's aura had suddenly changed, and the runes of the avenue around him suddenly appeared, spinning around the immortal, and a terrifying majesty erupted.

Seeing this, Xiang Qu suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and hurriedly raised his sword while flying backwards.

The people of Xiangfu were a step slower, unable to retreat, and lost their minds one after another, and then their bodies were broken, like clay sculptures, constantly falling off, and finally becoming powder.

At this time, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed color. The pitch-black night sky was suddenly as bright as day, and there were blood clouds constantly emerging, spreading to the sky, boundless.

The next moment, snowflakes fell from the dim sky like catkins. In an instant, the blood cloud was covered, and the entire Jinling City was also shrouded in it.

In Jinling City, Xiangguo's mansion, there are Confucian scholars in green shirts standing on the railing, squinting and pretending to sleep, letting the snowflakes fall on their bodies.

After a long time, the Confucian suddenly opened his eyes, and the snowflakes in the house, which had gradually become still, rose to the ground, and several adjacent houses collapsed and shattered.

The Confucian looked into the distance, and as far as his eyes could see, he went to the outside of Jinling City, but there was no trace of Wang Chan, only a mess, and muttered: "Teacher, why are you like this!" ”

The Confucian scholar walked out of the mansion, appeared at the foot of Jinling City, slowly stretched out his hand, and a few faint phantoms slowly condensed in his palm, and it turned out to be the appearance of Wang Chan.

When the phantom saw the Confucian scholar, he smiled and said, "You still show up." In fact, there is no need to be sad, born as a human being, and self-cultivation, and crossing people, and like water, living in the abyss of evil and doing good, there is no especially. With that, the phantom gradually dissipated and turned into nothingness.

The Confucian chuckled, and his figure disappeared, leaving only a sigh: "The little junior brother is so young and ignorant, how to teach the world to change colors!" ”

After the snowstorm, everything was the same as before, as if Wang Chan and the others had never come here.