Shi Hongyue is gone.

The black-clothed people in Kunlun City didn't know that they were still thinking about how many monks from Kunlun City would ask for merit and reward after entering the Red Sect.

Feeling the people in black surging on the street, Chen Changan also recovered from his meditative state.

His eyes froze, "It's too much of a deception!"

As he spoke, he stood up suddenly, and the spiritual power on his body surged, and he was about to rush out.

"Wait!"

Liu Yu opened his mouth and looked at Chen Changan with beautiful eyes.

Chen Changan turned his head sideways and saw Liu Yu pointing to the silver bracelet on the ground not far away, and said, "Take it!"

Chen Changan was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.

He jumped down from the red-tiled roof, bent down to pick up the quaint silver bracelet, and felt a cold touch coming from the bracelet.

He poured his spiritual power into the silver bracelet, and a flash of silver suddenly overflowed, and then it turned into a slender long sword that appeared in his palm, and a sword power emanated from the blade, making a faint humming sound in the void.

Just by looking at the blade, you can feel the chill on it.

"Good sword!"

Chen Changan approved, this sword was worthy of being a ninth-order holy weapon, he had a hunch that with this sword, he could challenge the powerhouse of the Guiyi Realm.

In the next moment, his figure swept towards the dozens of black clothes in the depths of the street.

Those black-clothed men were slaughtering the cultivators of Kunlun City, and feeling the sword power behind them, they suddenly came back to their senses and looked at Chen Changan.

However, without waiting for them to see clearly.

A flash of white sword light appeared in front of them.

The light of the sword illuminates the streets.

The sword aura flashed.

Then the figures of the three black-clothed men were directly cut off, and the blood and intestines leaked to the ground, and people couldn't help but feel chills behind their backs when they looked at it.

The three black-clothed men stared at Chen Changan with wide eyes and a shocked face.

Obviously, he only had the breath of the Primordial Realm of Cultivating Gods, how could he slash their protective aura with a single sword, and also cut off their bodies.

This is not the sword qi that can be released by the Cultivation Realm at all!

In their incomprehensible and horrified gazes, Chen Changan's Heavenly Demon Sutra poured out, devouring the qi, blood and cultivation in their bodies, and turned into three shriveled corpses in an instant, and the dry pupils on their faces could still see how frightened they were before they died.

Those cultivators who were frightened by the three black-clothed men trembled in their hearts, and when they opened their eyes, they saw that the three black-clothed men had turned into corpses, and it was a white-clothed young man who was dozens of years younger than them who rescued them.

"Find a place to hide!"

Chen Changan glanced at them, said lightly, and then jumped up dozens of feet on his toes lightly, heading towards another street.

The rescued cultivators were stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly bowed to Chen Changan's disappearing back, "Thank you Gongzi for saving your life!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

Many of those people burst into tears, thinking that they would be confessed here today, but they did not expect that someone would rescue them when they were dying.

They silently remembered Chen Changan's figure and face in their hearts, thinking that one day they would definitely repay him.

Chen Changan didn't know what these people thought, and he didn't have any interest in knowing, at this moment, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the Spring Rain Sword in his hand was worthy of being a ninth-order holy weapon, and the sword qi that slashed out at will was far beyond his usual full strength.

Those oncoming men in black were not enough for him to kill.

The Heavenly Demon Sutra kept running on his body, and the Spring Rain Sword, which was inexpensive for ordinary cultivators, was just right in Chen Changan's hands, and the Heavenly Demon Sutra devoured the power of the surrounding corpses and turned it into spiritual power, just enough to supply him with what he needed to urge the Spring Rain Sword.

He didn't use this sword with all his strength, after all, with his cultivation, if he urged with all his strength, he was afraid that he would be drained in an instant, so he had always strictly controlled the spiritual power urging, but the power was still very amazing.

Originally, those black-clothed people looked at Chen Chang'an, and they all felt that they were not afraid of death to send them to death, but when they saw their companions fall in Chen Changan's hands, they were already frightened.

"Is this cultivator of the Primordial Realm of Cultivation hiding his cultivation?"

"Yes, his sword qi is also too terrifying, I saw with my own eyes that Senior Brother Zhou, who was in the upper realm of cultivating gods, was cut off by his sword, it was really terrifying!"

"It's not him who is terrible, it's the sword in his hand, look closely!"

"Spring Rain...... It's the Spring Rain Sword!"

The black-clothed people all over the street showed fear on their faces, and they looked at the sword in Chen Changan's hand, and they were instantly frightened.

The Spring Rain Sword is Liu Taiyi's sword!

Doesn't this mean that Liu Taiyi is not far from here?

For these frightened black-clothed people, Chen Changan still killed them.

"Don't be afraid of him, his cultivation is no more than the primordial realm of cultivating the gods, and forcibly urging the Spring Rain Sword with his spiritual power won't last long at all!"

"As long as his spiritual power is exhausted, everyone will go up and pick off his head directly!"

"Steady, steady!"

Some of the black-clothed people with higher cultivation around them spoke one after another.

The Spring Rain Sword is a ninth-order holy weapon, which is driven by the cultivation of the Cultivation Realm, even if it is not enough power every time, it will still consume great spiritual power.

If Chen Changan's spiritual power is exhausted, in this case, he will really become meat on the board and be slaughtered by others.

However, Chen Changan never thought that his spiritual power would be exhausted.

Every time he kills someone, the Heavenly Demon Sutra in his body can devour him an extremely powerful spiritual power, which can not only replenish the spiritual power consumption in his body, but also be devoured by the Dao Seed to improve his cultivation.

I don't know how many people were devoured.

Chen Changan only felt that within the dantian, the flower path species on the other side had already glowed with a dark red luster, and on the originally smooth surface of the dao species, mysterious lines slowly emerged with the influx of spiritual power, staggered outline on the dao species, like a budding stamen.

Bang!

Nourish the Spirits!

Chen Chang'an's body gushed out a stronger realm aura, and the coercion turned into a strong wind and swept in all directions.

The robes of those men in black were swept up by the strong wind, and the masks on the faces of many of them were directly scraped off, revealing their terrified faces.

"Why hasn't his spiritual power faded?"

"If you don't see it fade, forget it, and it's getting stronger and stronger, and it's breaking the mirror while fighting!"

"What kind of evil is this?"

These black-clothed people were not killers cultivated by the Red Sect since childhood, they only defected to the Red Sect from the Ming Hai Sect, so in the face of this situation, there was no other mentality except scolding the mother.

"Run away, the spiritual power in this guy's body seems to be inexhaustible, it must be disguised with the realm aura, and if we are left behind, we will be wiped out!"

"Forget it, withdraw first, and report the situation here to the sect master and Lord Shi!"

"Withdraw—"

The black-clothed people who originally regarded killing as a game were all frightened at this moment, shouting and running away.

How could Chen Changan let go of these sources of spiritual power, and chased directly after him with the Spring Rain Sword in his hand, his body was like a demon god, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

Everywhere they passed, all the cultivators in the city were stunned.

"Thank you for saving your life!"

"Thank you, Childe!"

After those people were stunned, they all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and then thanked Chen Changan's back.

It's just Chen Changan alone, and in about half an hour, he killed more than 2,000 people in black and retreated like falling flowers.

If you stand on the castle tower and watch this scene, you will feel that it is magnificent.

Dressed in white clothes and a white sword, among the hundreds of sword qi, two thousand black robes were killed.

In the time when Chen Changan single-handedly changed the tide of the battle.

The original panic in the city calmed down in an instant.

There is a white sword outside the city tower to worship the adult, and there is this white-clothed young man in the city, it seems that there is no need to wait for the Kunlun disciples to come, and today all this is going to end.

Except for those cultivators in the city who were killed by the black-robed people, they were busy wailing and suffering at the moment, sending these relatives and friends on their last journey in their own way, as for the others, they all looked up at the sky, or at the terrifying array above their heads, or at the figure of the peerless white-clothed young man in the middle of the city, or they wanted to glance at the white sword offering that could only see the back clearly in front of them.

"Who is this young man in white, who has such combat power?"

"That's right, what he's holding in his hand seems to be Liu Taiyi's Spring Rain Sword!"

"I don't seem to have heard of this person's name on weekdays, didn't it come out of thin air?"

"It looks like the innate Dao body of Kunlun many years ago, it seems to be called Chen Mo, but isn't he rumored to be dead?"

"He's not Chen Mo, I know him, he's Chen Chang'an, a disciple of the Beihai Sword Pavilion!"

Someone in the crowd excitedly stepped forward.

"Chen Chang'an?"

Many looked at the man who had come forward, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"That's right, he is Chen Chang'an, I went to Kunbaoju to participate in the routine auction a few days ago, and I met ......" The man told Chen Chang'an about the conflict between Chen Chang'an and the Pan family's father and son in Kunbaoju that day, foaming at the mouth and dancing with his eyebrows, as if it was not Chen Chang'an who was brilliant, but himself.

When they heard this, their faces looked suspicious.

"Unexpectedly, isn't the Kunlun Dao Sect at odds with the Beihai Sword Pavilion, and the disciples of their two factions will actually intersect?"

"No wonder they can bring down the Pan family father and son, how can such a heavenly pride be comparable to the little Pan family father and son!"

"Chen Changan, I think this name will soon spread all over Beihai!"

Many people looked at the white-clothed figure that flashed in mid-air, and from time to time they swung their swords and released several dazzling sword qi, killing several black-clothed people, their faces were full of brilliance, and the color of sighing and yearning was self-evident.

The battle of Kunlun City on this day looked rushed, but it was destined to be written into the history of Beihai, and even the history of Yunzhou, and the white-clothed young man in this battle who held the black robe of the spring rain was destined to be remembered by the world together.

Compared to these, Chen Changan didn't care, his mind at the moment was to kill more black-robed people and improve his cultivation more.