There was no driver on the board of the car, but the horse pulling the car seemed to understand the master's mind and stopped twenty zhang away from Chen Changan.

Twenty zhang!

This is a distance that is not too close for a cultivator, but for a warlock in Kunlun, it is a distance that can kill.

The autumn rain crackled on the carriage, and sometimes a gust of wind blew up the curtains, which was not enough to see the people in the car.

"Senior brother!"

Zhan Xuan saluted the carriage and said respectfully.

The people in the car did not speak.

Zhan Xuan's senior brother is a young man in a green shirt, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, long hair hanging down his shoulders, and a fair-skinned and handsome face, like the kind of young talent that the daughters in the spring boudoir of Jinyang are fond of.

His name is Han Xue, the senior brother of the Purple Moon Palace of the Kunlun Daomen, he borrowed a thing from the East Palace half a year ago, and became a warlock of the Three Extremes Realm a month ago, which is equivalent to the monk's spiritual realm, and he will return that thing today.

The wind and rain outside the car were bleak, but the cold in the car was unheard, sitting quietly behind the carriage, and a talisman floated in the palm of his hand.

Chen Changan clenched his hand to interrupt the sword, his eyes solemn.

The way of a warlock is to cultivate the avenue of heaven and earth, the five elements of yin and yang, and the requirements for talent are higher than those of monks.

Chen Changan felt that the autumn rain around him had become cold, and he felt very dangerous.

"Kill!"

A faint voice sounded in the carriage.

The talisman in Hanxue's hand was pushed out, falling into the void and dissipating.

All the rain within twenty feet was falling slowly.

A little cold light lit up, and the rain within twenty zhang gathered with the cold light.

In Chen Changan's pupils, the cold light shot from the front, but the sword qi came from all directions.

All the rain within twenty zhang seemed to turn into sword qi in an instant.

A crisp sword sound sounded in Chen Changan's ears.

Sonor!

Chen Changan only blocked the cold ray, and then staggered to dodge a lot of sword qi, but there were still more than ten blood wounds left on him.

He ignored the wounds, stepped his feet into the water, and his figure flew out like lightning, and galloped towards the carriage.

In the carriage, Han Xue frowned, he didn't expect Chen Changan not to escape, and wanted him to rush over, although there was a high probability that he would not be able to escape in front of the warlock, but when the strength was suppressed, he should consume the warlock's spiritual power by dodging, rather than approaching the target at the first time.

He stared at the space in front of him, and three talismans appeared in his hand.

Three water swords shot out from the water pool in front of the carriage, glowing with blue light, not like sword qi but more powerful than ordinary sword qi.

Chen Changan, who was running wildly, dodged the two water swords with a roll, and then rose head-on, blocking the third with a broken sword.

At this point, the corners of his mouth finally flowed blood.

The warlock attack of the Three Talents Realm was by no means comparable to the monks of the Self-Viewing Realm, and the forced resistance of the two blows caused the injuries in his body.

However, Chen Changan's footsteps still did not stop, and went straight to the carriage.

Han Xue in the carriage was a little stunned, he didn't expect Chen Changan to roll on the ground and avoid two sword qi, this should not be a former heaven can do it.

However, he didn't have time to think about it now, the distance between Chen Changan and the carriage was only enough for him to make one move.

But if a move is used to attack, then he may also be subject to Chen Changan's sword.

He made a decision with just one breath, and dozens of talismans appeared in front of him with both hands, he didn't want to exchange his life for the life of a dying person.

The broken sword in Chen Changan's hand pierced into the carriage, and the curtain was shattered by the sword qi.

Bang!

The broken sword stabbed into the talisman with a deafening roar.

The carriage shattered into sawdust in the collision.

Chen Changan fell to the ground with a thud, and the green bricks under his feet were shattered.

Han Xue rose into the air under the huge force, and his figure flew upside down in mid-air for several zhang before landing.

A wisp of blood flowed from the corner of Chen Changan's mouth, and he didn't open his mouth, because as soon as he opened his mouth, the blood might be spit out.

Han Xue fell, but a mouthful of blood poured up his throat, and when he looked down at his chest, there were blood stains spreading on his green clothes.

He reached out and wiped the wound, and two broken sword fragments appeared in the palm of his hand, and he threw his hand to the ground.

Zhan Xuan looked at this scene in horror.

She didn't expect that the senior brother would be injured by Chen Changan.

Han Xue didn't expect that most of the power of Chen Changan's last sword was left on the two broken sword pieces.

The two sword pieces were less than an inch away from his heart vein, and the spiritual power in the sword pieces almost broke his heart vein.

He stared at Chen Chang'an.

Chen Changan stood in place, holding a sword hilt in his hand, his eyes scarlet.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Chen Changan opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of bloody teeth, and his throat was hoarse and spitting.

Han Xue looked at Chen Chang'an's three breaths, he knew that Chen Chang'an's state would not be too good, but his state at the moment was not good, if another blow fell on his heart, maybe he would have to stay here.

He spared his life and didn't want to risk his life!

"Let's talk about it after you can live for the future!"

Han Xue stared at Chen Chang'an, leaving a cold word, and then the figure swept out, taking Zhan Xuan to jump up and disappear into the night.

After half a quarter of an hour, Chen Changan loosened his teeth, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Chen Changan had wounds from his neck to his calves, and the autumn rain continued to flush blood from the wounds, and the severe pain hit his mind, like fish meat being processed on a cutting board, not only cutting several times, but also sprinkling salt on the knife edge.

The fish can't move before it can be slaughtered, and if he can move, he has to struggle.

He was about to go back to the Tang Mansion, but the wounds on his body were torn open after a few steps, and scarlet blood gushed out, staining the white clothes red.

In the rainy night, a dark red figure trembled and moved slowly.

I can't remember how far he has gone, Chen Changan's vision is already a little blurred, but he is still moving forward, just like the stubborn Heavenly Demon Sect in his previous life, even if all the cultivators choose to live in the era of the end of the law and wait for death, he must choose to break the realm.

The rain kept falling, flowing down the tiled eaves of the roof of the swordsman's house, turning into a curtain of rain.

A delicate figure wearing a hat veil stood on the railing, and through the rain curtain, she witnessed this bloody drama on Tang Yuan Street.

Bai Shijiao took off the hat veil on her head, revealing a delicate and beautiful face, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with picturesque eyebrows and clear eyes, like a saint in the dust.

Looking at the young man in blood, walking in the wind and rain, her mind was confused, and a sword-shaped talisman in her palm became brighter and brighter.

The sword qi condensed at her fingertips, blooming with infinite killing power in the rainy night.

When the sword rune was bright to the extreme, Bai Shijiao's soft and slender jade hands were tightly pinched together, and the rune light was gone, if she hadn't seen Chen Chang'an at this moment with her own eyes, she would never believe that the senior brother of the Changbai Sword Sect would be so down.

"Maybe before, I thought of him too perfectly!"

Bai Shijiao looked at Chen Chang'an, who was struggling to go away step by step, her eyes were extremely complicated.

She remembered that Senior Brother Tianjiao, who patiently taught her swordsmanship at the top of Changbai Peak six years ago, couldn't overlap with the weak figure in the distance.

Today she is here to inform Chen Changan that he has been withdrawn from the sect, and of course, she is also here to kill Chen Changan.

The Changbai Sword Sect expelled Chen Chang'an and exchanged 10,000 spirit jade with the East Palace, and she knew about it.

As for killing Chen Chang'an, it was just to ensure that the sword technique of the Changbai Sword Sect would not be passed on, and if he didn't do it this time, he should repay the kindness he taught the sword six years ago.

............

In the rainy night, Chen Changan's mind was dizzy, and his body was numb to the extreme.

He felt that the rain had lightened, but he felt more and more lightheaded, just like the feeling he had in his previous life when he had forcibly broken through the realm.

Are you going to die again?

I can't die!

Chen Changan's body shook a little more, until the sky whirled and the whole person fell down.

In a hut along Tang Yuan Street, the lights were dim, and Li Zhou was leaning on the bathtub and squinting to enjoy the hot soup, his eyes were confused, fantasizing about the white breasts of the girls with red sleeves.

He was a little guy with red sleeves, and he closed early tonight, and he went back to the house early.

When he saw Chongjia Xuan riding on Tang Yuan Street late at night, he guessed that it was those nobles of the Jin Kingdom who were fighting, so he naturally closed the door of the house, soaked in a bucket of rare hot soup, and prepared to enjoy the treatment of the rich.

For the big scene of the rivers and lakes outside the door, he actually yearns for it, but he is just a mortal, and mortals will basically die inexplicably when they see what they shouldn't see, so it's better to soak in a hot soup.

With a "bang", the door was suddenly slammed open.