As the quaint Chang'an Palace landed, Zhuge Chen's body surrounded the Heart Demon Dao Fire. Although the light of the fire was faint, the old man was extremely jealous. Although he didn't know what the fire was, he had no doubt that if he was contaminated with a wisp, he would end up in a situation from which he would never recover.

Bai Yi raised his hand, stretched out a finger, and said softly, "Kill!"

Then there were countless chains that blocked the mirrors forged from all sides, and the four "Zhuge Chen" couldn't move.

Quietly watching the heart demon Dao fire burning, Zhuge Chen opened his mouth and said: "This is your bamboo basket magic technique?

Zhuge Chen stepped out in one step, and the world was turned upside down. Wherever he stands, there is the center of heaven and earth. Before the old man could react, Zhuge Chen had already come to his side, holding the rubber pillar sword in his hand, and handed it out directly.

This sword does not have the blessing of any sword moves, and it is extremely pure. After all, for cultivators in the realm of the Great Zhen Dao, it is better to fight to the death than to use all the means. Of course, he wouldn't think that his current self, a pseudo-realm sword cultivator, would be able to cross two great realms in a row in terms of killing power, and be on an equal footing with the old man. But he is not afraid of death by relying on madness, and he may not be the opponent of the old man. Even if his own qi is squandered in this fight, he has to save the father and son of the city.

The old man clamped the rubber pillar sword, but it was not easy, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and he was full of white hair and danced wildly. Don't look at his actions, but there is a formation between his two fingers, which is specially designed to restrain the sword and cultivate the blade. Although he has been imprisoned in the prison for an unknown number of years, after all, the foundation is still there. There is no such thing as a surprise in this formation.

Anyone who has a sufficient realm of cultivation will prepare one or two means for sword cultivation. It's nothing more than because of the unscrupulousness of sword cultivation and the fact that it's really difficult.

Although this sword was blocked by the old man, the sharpness of Haoran's sword qi still directly shattered the large array. The old man is distressed, but he will not show it now. He just frowned, anger appeared in his eyes, and his progressive punch hit Zhuge Chen's chest without any falsehood. The corners of his mouth were hooked, and he watched Bai Yi spit blood from his mouth and retreat backwards.

With Zhuge Chen's physique, even if he is injured, as long as it is not fatal, he can recover in a very short time. But the old man's fist style seemed to be able to act directly on the meridians, making the white-clothed body with the remnants of the God King stiffen, and there was no way to deal with it at all.

Therefore, this punch was followed by countless punches like a storm. If he hadn't forced himself to carry it down, he would have been unconscious at this moment.

"How is it, the fist taste of a cultivator in the realm of the Great Zhen Dao is not bad, right?" the old man glanced at Zhuge Chen, who lowered his head, but did not wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: "The difference between the direct realm of a cultivator is a world of difference. Maybe your killing power is indeed much higher than your own realm, but why do you have the courage to compete with a great master, and you are really not afraid of death?!"

Zhuge Chen just sneered, what he didn't expect was just a shot in the old man's hand, but it was a boxer. It was because of his preconceived ideas that he lost the opportunity, otherwise he would not have suffered a heavy blow even if he received the first punch.

"It seems that before fighting people, you still have to think about it!" Zhuge Chen muttered to himself, ripped off the corner of his white clothes and wrapped it around his arm. There had just suffered the heaviest punch from the old man, and it was difficult to use it at the moment. Fortunately, if he endured the pain, he could still swing his sword normally. It's just that what will happen to the sequelae after the fight, he is not in the mood to think about it for the time being.

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Zhuge Chen slowly bowed down, ready to go.

When the old man saw that the white clothes were still not giving up, he inevitably sneered.

As a practitioner, talent naturally comes first, but judging the situation is also very important. Otherwise, how could there be so many proud sons of heaven who died before they grew up? He has lived a life of unknown people along the way, and he has seen a lot of such young cultivators, but it is still very strange. The people in the market can't get along with anything, and they won't get along with money. If you put it on the practitioner's body, you just don't have to live with your own life.

Buddhism has reincarnation, but the mountains and fields are not very convinced. Instead of hoping to become a so-called human being in the next life, it is better to live in the present.

In the past, when he was still an ordinary mountain and wild cultivator, he also faced countless choices, and it was expected that his choices would be able to keep him alive and sound. Even if he faces his favorite sweetheart, he will definitely give up. He was such a ruthless person throughout. What a word "love", bullshit!

He had always scoffed at the sword cultivator of the Saint Realm who had long since disappeared. If he wants to have that kind of realm, he will be trapped in a woman's body? It doesn't matter whether he is stunning or not, it is worthless compared to his own avenue future.

Now sometimes when he closes his eyes, he can recall that he stabbed his beloved woman to death with a single shot, looked at the other party's uncomplaining eyes, and the gradually cold body that fell into his arms, and then got up and left.

What can he do?

Surrounded by bloodthirsty demons, if he can't find a replacement for the dead ghost, he will eventually become a pair of bitter mandarin ducks. He always comforted himself that he would live in place of the woman, but this was just asking for a conscience to be at ease.

If the woman was really alive now, she would have pointed to her nose and scolded: "You who were so bold and ambitious at the beginning have lived like this dog? ”

To this, he was powerless to refute. Nuancai Literature Network

The old man sighed, opened his eyes, and found himself in the middle of the mountain forest that had once made him sad. And the woman she loved once and now is by his side.

The woman's eyes lit up, and she looked at him and asked, "What should we do, can we escape?"

It was obviously a moment of crisis, but she was still so calm. I don't know if it's too big a mind or too simple.

The old man shook his head lightly and said, "You are not her, you are not her." ”

The real nightmare, even if it can be distinguished, is reluctant to escape. Or when it comes, whoever it is, will be confused. The regret of the past, wanting to escape, is a lifelong thing. The only way to escape is to go to the tomb.

The sound of the breaking wind ringed in his ears, and by the time he came back to his senses, the rubber pillar sword had pierced through his chest. The old man lowered his head and looked at the half-blade of the sword that exposed his body. He actually laughed: "I know it's fake, but I can't escape, can you tell me, why?"

Zhuge Chen covered his mouth to prevent the blood from flowing. Fang Cai's sword did rely on a dream for thousands of years to make the old man fall into it, but the sword intent was a Confucian sage who was extremely proficient in the word "dream" in the dream country. It was precisely because of this that when the huge qi machine was poured into his body, it made him cough up blood.

Even if the white-clothed physique was not weak, the traces of the Great Dao left by a saint on his cultivation path were not something he could bear. What's more, the Confucian sage, nine times out of ten, has already entered the top realm.

However, if the old man can be solved, this price Zhuge Chen can fully accept.

The old man didn't hear the answer, and was a little disappointed: "It seems that the sword just now seems to be your magic stroke." It's a pity that it can't be reproduced. Otherwise, even if you die under your sword, as long as you can stay in the illusion, it will be worth it. ”

Zhuge Chen didn't have the slightest carelessness, who knows if the old man would return to his light and burst out with the killing power of a cultivator in the realm of the Great True Dao before he died?

But just when Zhuge Chen was about to rotate the rubber pillar sword around the circle, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in the old man's eyes. The next moment, the light here was so bright that he actually chose to explode his qi in the cultivation path in his body. And Zhuge Chen, who was closest to him and was less than one person, took all this qi machine.

The torrent of qi was like a torrent of energy, constantly washing over the body of the white clothes. Even the catastrophe is overshadowed at the moment.

Before falling unconscious, Zhuge Chen's eyes narrowed reluctantly, looking at a place in the imperial capital, where the sword qi was rampant, and it seemed that there was a sword immortal there?

......

Zhuge Chen opened his eyes and wanted to sit up, but because of a splitting headache, he let him hold his head and scream.

Hearing the sound in the house, the city lord's father and son rushed in directly. Yang Qianqiu sat on the edge of the bed with a worried expression, and only after he was sure that Zhuge Chen had nothing to do, he was relieved.

And on the other side of the threshold, there was a down-and-out man squatting, looking at Zhuge Chen with interest. That look, it's like a hungry ghost seeing a beautiful girl.

At this moment, the headache dissipated, and Zhuge Chen, who had returned to his usual calm, glanced at the man, withdrew his eyes, and asked Yang Qianqiu, "Let's ...... Where is this?"

Yang Qianqiu methodically told Zhuge Chen about falling into the prison after falling into a coma, and it turned out that the crow had already come there first. However, with them, it is difficult to fight your way out of the encirclement with white clothes.

But just when they were at the end of their rope, a down-and-out man suddenly appeared in front of them. With just one sword, the prison was shattered, and those guards were also turned over by the sword qi.

Then he left the prison, and there was no danger. The father and son of the city came here with Zhuge Chen, which seems to be the residence of the man. The crow left first and returned to his home.

Zhuge Chen struggled out of bed and came to the man. He already had a guess in his heart, and the other party seemed to be the sword immortal he had noticed before he fell unconscious. Since we can take him away in front of everyone, so that the royal family can also retreat, at least he is also a sword cultivator of the Great Zhen Dao realm, and he has even been involved with a saint.

Zhuge Chen thanked him solemnly, and the man waved his hand and said: "Thank you, I knew that it was so polite, and I wouldn't save it." If you can drink, come to a pot to quench your cravings. ”