Yang Zhijie took the people of the Changbai Sword Sect to the Tang Mansion.

They didn't ride on the carriage or horse, nor did they delay on the road, in Yang Zhijie's opinion, this time they made a move when they left some names about the Changbai Sword Sect in Jinyang City.

The deacons of the Yunzhou Dao Palace's Cultivation Realm have all suffered losses in the Tang Mansion.

This news is known to many cultivators, but according to the news from the East Palace, it was the person of the demon clan who made the Yunzhou Dao Palace deflated.

He is here to clean up the division this time, this matter is an internal matter of the human race, if the demon clan dares to make a move, it will be a violation of the iron law of the two clans in Yunzhou, and the demon clan will inevitably lose a piece of meat at that time.

Of course, his cultivation was not comparable to that of the deacon of the Yunzhou Dao Palace.

Behind Yang Zhijie, Bai Shijiao followed closely, but her eyes were a little erratic.

"Senior brother, I hope you can leave in time!"

Bai Shijiao said secretly in her heart.

In the end, she still couldn't convince herself to turn against her senior brother, so before leaving, she deliberately asked Xiao Er of the Swordsman House to go to the Tang Mansion to inform.

Seeing that the Tang Mansion was getting closer and closer, her little hands unconsciously clenched.

Behind her, several disciples of the Changbai Sword Sect had calm faces, they were all disciples personally selected by Yang Zhijie and did not have much to do with Chen Changan.

Human feelings are sophisticated, even if they are cultivators, they can't get around it.

How Bai Shijiao wished that she could also stay in the Swordsman Residence, but she was not tender, because she was the senior sister of the Changbai Sword Sect who replaced Chen Chang'an.

Inside the Tang Mansion.

Chen Changan carefully went through the memories of the Changbai Sword Sect.

Maybe it was because his time in the Changbai Sword Sect was too short, or maybe it wasn't profound, and he didn't even have many pictures about it in his memory.

A master who had only met once, some junior brothers and sisters who had been instructed, and vague temples and mountains, there was nothing else he could remember.

"Chen Gongzi, why don't you leave?"

The rough-clothed man who came to deliver the letter looked a little anxious, but he knew how powerful those people who lived in the swordsman house were, and they didn't blink an eye.

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly, an indifferent man's voice came from outside the door.

A chaotic sound of footsteps followed,

All eyes follow the prestige.

I saw a middle-aged man with a jade crown on his head and a silver-patterned treasure robe stepping in.

The man looked like a fairy, but his face was as cold as a thousand years of cold iron.

Behind the man were eight young men and women, all of whom carried a sword behind their backs, their steps were light and powerful, and the aura on their bodies was not weaker than that of Guan Zijing, and they were obviously not ordinary children of the world.

"You ......" The coarse cloth man turned around and saw those figures, his face turned pale with fright.

Zheng!

Before he could finish speaking, a wisp of sword qi swept through his neck.

Burst!

The coarse cloth man's head was separated from his neck, and as the blood splattered in the air, it turned into an arc and fell to the ground, rolling twice.

The bloodstained skull's eyes widened and his eyes were full of fear.

Chen Changan only felt a touch of warmth splashing on his face, he stretched out his hand and gently wiped it, and the color of crimson came into view.

Looking beside him, the coarse cloth man had become a corpse with a lost head, and fell to the ground with a sound, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the neat incision, turning into a trickle.

His eyes froze.

looked at the middle-aged man with a fairy wind not far away.

It was a disciple beside him who started the killing, with a look of disdain on his face, and said, "A mere mortal has no self-knowledge and dares to come to tell the truth!"

After he finished doing this, he looked at Yang Zhijie beside him as if he was invited.

His cultivation is just from the middle realm, and being able to follow Yang Zhijie out of the sect this time has also made money clear the way, so this kind of opportunity to perform naturally cannot be missed.

He wanted to take this opportunity to behave well in front of Elder Yang, maybe he would get some rewards and guidance after returning to the sect.

Yang Zhijie nodded expressionlessly, as if killing the coarse cloth man was like stepping on an ant, which was not enough to leave any fluctuations in his heart.

"Chen Changan, after leaving the sect for a few years, don't you know how to salute when you see the master?"

When the disciple saw Yang Zhijie nodding, he was overjoyed, and then his eyes rolled and he glanced at Chen Changan and scolded angrily.

Zheng!

He was answered with a sword roar.

Chen Changan stepped out, his figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, his right hand pointed together into a sword, and the sword qi condensed at his fingertips.

A sword stabbed at the disciple who spoke.

"Presumptuous!"

Seeing this, Yang Zhijie frowned, scolded angrily, waved his hand, and a strong spiritual power turned into a gust of wind, slapping towards Chen Changan with green light.

Chen Changan's sword qi slammed into the strong wind, sending out a burst of vibrations that canceled each other out.

And yet at the same moment.

Chen Changan's figure swept out, and another sword qi condensed at his fingertips.

This sword aura was stronger, and several gray runes condensed at the fingertips.

With this sword, he used his sword intent.

Even if there are thousands of people in front of me, I will go, and then I will go.

The indomitable intent was revealed above his sword aura.

Yang Zhijie's face changed when he saw this, these two sword moves were not the moves of the Changbai Sword Sect, but the mystery and strength were not weaker than their Changbai superior sword skills.

Of course, he never thought that Chen Changan would be so bold and dare to continue to do it after he made a move.

In a hurry, he could only condense an ordinary spiritual power barrier, turning into a burst of green mist and protecting him in front of that disciple.

Chen Changan's speed was not sluggish in the slightest, and his right hand swung down, and the sword qi slashed out.

The gray-white sword bloomed, directly breaking through the green mist with an invincible force.

The disciple who opened his mouth was originally very confident in Yang Zhijie, so he didn't dodge at all, but when the sword qi came towards him, the pupils on his face contracted violently, and his heart was full of fear, but it was too late to dodge.

"Ahh

With a scream like a pig.

The sword qi slashed his left arm along with a small piece of shoulder.

Blood splatters at the same time.

Chen Changan's left palm, which had already been accumulated, slapped out, and the gray spiritual power rushed into his body from the palm of his hand, shattering all his meridians, and then the Heavenly Demon Sutra operated, swallowing all those spiritual powers that had been cultivated into his body.

"Chen Chang'an!"

The killing intent in Yang Zhijie's eyes was amazing.

However, Chen Changan had already grabbed the disciple and returned to his original position.

He stared at Yang Zhijie not far away without changing his face, and said, "Master Yang, it is natural for you to kill people to pay for your life, don't you want to tolerate this junior brother?"

"A mere mortal is just an ant, how can he be compared to my Changbai disciple?" Yang Zhijie lowered his eyes and said coldly.

The moment the words fell, a momentum of cultivating the gods and ascending realms came out of his body.

The strong wind instantly made the sand fly in the courtyard and the willow trees swayed.

The terrifying pressure crushed towards Chen Changan like a raging wave.

"Really?"

Chen Changan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said fearlessly: "Master Yang thinks he can't, but I think he can!"

There was a grayish-white glow on the skin around him.

This light is not spiritual power, it is sword qi, and it contains the sword qi of indomitable sword intent.

The coercion like a raging wave crushed Chen Chang'anzhi, and before he could be there, he was cut open by this sword qi, and it didn't fall on him at all.

Seeing this, Yang Zhijie's face sank, and when he took a step, a cyan light rippled under his feet.

The wind was blowing all around, swirling around the courtyard, like the eye of a storm, taking shape.

Tempest!

This is his Yang Zhijie's Dao intent, of course, his Dao intent has already been condensed into a Dao species, although his cultivation is not enough to condense the storm to level the entire Tang Mansion, but it is enough to shroud this side of the front yard.

Chen Changan felt the pressure double.

He directly pushed the Changbai Sword Sect disciple who had broken his arm in front of him, and his right hand tightly clasped his remaining shoulder.

Use his body to resist the coercion and romance in front of him.

"Ah, Master Yang, help, help!"

That disciple instantly had a few more injuries on his body, and looked at Yang Zhijie not far away with a frightened expression.

"Senior Yang, if you don't stop, this junior brother should be killed by you soon!" Chen Changan stared at Yang Zhijie with his eyes tightly and spoke calmly.

Yang Zhijie's face sank, and a raging anger rose in his eagle eyes.

The runes under his feet faded slightly, and the turbulent wind flow around him eased slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "Chen Changan, let him go, I will leave you with all your corpses!"