A white robe swept around Tang Yuan Street, killing one or a group of heavily armored Xuan horsemen riding war horses.

From ancient times to the present, the methods of the popular events of the Demon Cult have been simply ruthless.

Chen Changan was also simply, a gust of wind blew, and he knocked one horse to the ground, and then the figure flashed to kill the second one.

On the dim Tang Yuan Street, the heavily armored war horses took two steps back at a loss, looking at the corpses on the ground, and didn't understand why the humans on their backs suddenly died.

The last heavily armored horseman who abandoned his horse and hid in the corner of the alley was smashed in the head.

Chen Changan's eyes were gray, and his vision became clear.

You can see the nine meridians in the body glowing with silver, as well as the injured meridian viscera.

View the environment!

Contemplating one's own body and containing spiritual intent, this is the bottleneck-like realm in cultivation, and it is necessary to accumulate a large amount of spiritual power to fill the meridians in order to break through the realm.

Many practitioners stay in this state for years, even decades.

Chen Changan stretched out his hand and saw wisps of gray-white spiritual power circling around his fingertips.

"It's fast!"

Chen Changan sighed, he had practiced for several years in the end of the Dharma era to break through the realm of contemplation, and it was only half a day's work here.

Walking out of the alley, he frowned when he saw the corpse on Tang Yuan Street, the blue bricks on the ground were almost all soaked in blood.

If it doesn't rain, the blood stains will take more than half a month to fade.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose, and in Chen Changan's surprised gaze, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky and crackled on the street.

Just thought of raining, it really rained, isn't it heaven and people's wishes?

He turned to look at the depths of Tang Yuan Street, and there was a faint figure, which did not approach or leave.

Chen Changan thought for a while, but still chose to go deeper.

Since he said that he wanted to kill her, he naturally had to do it, and if he left because of a rain, it would be unpleasant to hear it.

The main thing is that he also wants to try Zhan Xuan's cultivation, and he hasn't fought for a long time.

Zhan Xuan clenched the scabbard in his hand, looking at the calm and calm figure in the rain curtain, his breathing became suppressed.

For some reason, she always felt that Chen Chang'an was stronger than before in the Tang Mansion, but this was impossible, even a monk from the Extreme Realm could not change his face after killing a thousand heavy armor Xuan Cavalry.

The only thing she could think of was the punch in front of the Tang Mansion, where Chen Chang'an hid his cultivation.

She didn't want to kill Chen Changan so much in her heart, but she also had the idea of a gambler giving it a go, in case, as long as she killed Chen Changan, then many things would become simpler.

The arrogant autumn rain wet Zhan Xuan's purple clothes, and the scabbard in her hand was also full of water droplets, but she didn't seem to feel it, only the closer figure in her eyes.

Chen Chang'an's robe was also wet with the rain, but just like what everyone in Jinyang City thought of Chen Changan, no one would feel how embarrassed the young first person in Jinyang who was dying soon, he walked in the autumn rain, as chic as the autumn rain, and every step was like brewing before the storm.

"Only one of us will survive tonight!"

Zhan Xuan put the scabbard in front of him, looked at Chen Chang'an, who was still three feet away from her, and forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

"Then your life is really a little short!"

Chen Changan raised his eyebrows, revealing a smile that he thought was very handsome.

He raised his right arm, lightly hooked his index finger through the layers of rain curtains, and a crisp humming sound sounded in the rainy night.

The sword of the corpse not far away was rolled up by a wisp of gray, and then broke through the air at lightning speed, falling into Chen Changan's palm.

Zhan Xuan's eyes shrank, and he was a little glad in his heart, although the sword in his hand was not a mysterious weapon, it was much better than an ordinary Xuantie sword.

Chen Changan stood in place, he wanted to use some sword moves, but the inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Sect in the end of the law era seemed to only have the Heavenly Demon Sutra, the Potions Record and a magical power called Guan Qianshu, and there was no sword technique, as for the sword moves of the Immortal Sword Sect that Chen Changan should have known, he didn't remember at all.

Zhan Xuan's sword was unsheathed, he grabbed a long sword, and several runes lit up on the sword's body, refracting dazzling purple rays in the rainy night, and a sword was raised.

The sword qi tore through the night sky, and there was a hidden firelight lingering.

"Purple Fire Sword Style!"

Chen Changan remembered where he had seen it, it seemed to be the sword technique of a certain sect.

Zhan Xuan's spiritual power was exhausted, and the long sword in his hand ignited a raging purple flame, burning the sword body red, and several swords were struck, and the sword qi staggered into a wave of purple flames.

The flame tide contained a fierce sword aura, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

"Not bad!"

Chen Changan put his hands on the sword in front of him, thinking that this sword move is really good, this woman has seen him cut thousands of horses and dared to do it, and there are really some doorways.

Khooth!

Chen Chang'an turned on one side, only colliding with the two sword qi on the edge of the flame tide, and then the figure swept out, stabbing at Zhan Xuan's neck with a sword.

Zhan Xuan was surprised, she thought that Chen Changan would use the sword technique of the Changbai Sword Sect, but she didn't expect to make a move without any moves.

The speed of the sword stabbing was very fast, and if you didn't block it, you might die.

She held her sword across her neck, blocking it.

The Darkiron Sword stabbed into her sword, and a thick and violent force erupted from the tip of the sword, emitting a sonorous roar.

Zhan Xuan's body was shaken out of three feet, his face was solemn, his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the green tendons on his white arm floated.

Chen Changan was stunned, this sword actually shattered the tip of the Xuantie Sword.

However, this stunned kung fu was only instantaneous, he had never learned the sword technique, and the only trick to using the sword was not to miss any opportunity.

The figure swept out, and the sword slashed Zhan Xuan's waist and abdomen.

Zhan Xuan was taken aback, this sword was too fast, she didn't think of what sword move to fight against the sword qi in front of her, so she forcibly raised a spiritual power to resist the sword, and several runes on the blade of the sword lit up again.

Keng——

She felt her hands shake, and the spiritual power from the sword body actually invaded her body.

However, without waiting for her to react, Chen Changan swung his sword and fell, up and down.

Keng-K-K-K

Three swords in one breath, each sword was poured into Chen Changan's spiritual power.

Zhan Xuan's body was shocked and flew upside down, wisps of bright red gushed out of his arms, and he couldn't withstand the violent power coming from the sword body one after another.

There was only one breath, and she didn't even have a chance to let go of her sword.

But she didn't have time to think about it right now.

Chen Chang'an's figure had chased Zhan Xuan closer, swinging his sword and falling, and the sharp blade of the sword slashed towards her neck.

"Purple Pole Sword Style!"

Zhan Xuan didn't hesitate, using all the spiritual power in his body, three purple runes appeared on the sword in his hand, and a sword swung out a long sword qi to meet Chen Changan's sword.

With a bang, the Xuantie Sword was broken.

However, Zhan Xuan's sword did not stop, and the three runes on the sword body made three sword qi one after another.

Chen Changan stared, his body retreated, and he interrupted the sword confrontation with his hand.

Qiang Qiang, Chen Changan took three steps back, and with each step back, the Xuantie Sword in his hand was shortened, and when the sword qi stopped, the Xuantie Sword in his hand was no longer as long as the dagger.

These three swords were quite strong, Chen Changan stood still, his throat was sweet, and the injuries in his body were actually involved.

"Good sword!"

Chen Changan showed his blood-stained teeth and spoke.

He thought that he would have to learn some sword moves and change to a good sword, otherwise he would suffer a lot of losses against opponents who were obviously not very strong.

"Your sword is good too!"

Zhan Xuan landed three feet away, barely grasping the sword in the palm of his hand, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his lips.

She had just suffered the spiritual power of Chen Changan's three swords into her body, and she didn't have time to clear it, so she forcibly mobilized all the spiritual power in her body to perform the Purple Pole Sword Style, and she naturally suffered a lot of injuries in her body.

This was her strongest sword, which was intended to be used to kill Chen Changan, but now it was just to repel him.

Zhan Xuan was a little confused.

She couldn't imagine that Chen Changan, who was seriously injured and about to die, would be so strong, if he wasn't injured, how terrifying would it be?

It seems that her strength alone really can't kill Chen Changan.

Zhan Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Chen Changan, and said, "Since I was nine years old, I have practiced three hundred sword styles every day, and I have seen ninety percent of the sword techniques in the cultivation world, what kind of sword are you?"

Chen Changan thought for a moment and said, "The sword of killing!"

He just killed a lot of people in his previous life, so he instinctively used every sword, just to kill.

When Zhan Xuan heard this, a look of thought flashed in his eyes, Chen Changan shouldn't be lying to her.

She tried to speak, but coughed up bloodshot violently, and she was sure that the wound on her body should be much worse than she had imagined.

The air was silent, and there was no sound except for the raindrops falling to the ground.

Zhan Xuan looked sideways and said, "You are really strong, but the person who dies tonight will still be you!"

Chen Changan thought for a while and said, "You can't come out with the second sword, right?"

Zhan Xuan looked up at the night sky and said, "It wasn't me who killed you. ”

Chen Changan looked ahead, was silent for a few breaths, and said, "I didn't expect Kunlun's sword to still be so strong!"

He remembered where Zhan Xuan's sword move came from.

Kunlun Daomen.

Standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world with the way of swordsmanship and art.

Chen Changan stood in place, watching the carriage slowly drive from the deepest part of Tangyuan Street, and it was Kunlun's Jiaoma who pulled the cart.