Everyone present was infected by the murderous aura revealed in the field, and looked at the situation in the field depressedly and nervously.

Chang Zhe's flying sword finally stopped hovering and turned into Ling Ran's sword light, and the sword qi soared into the sky, shooting towards Chang Xuan in the air.

For a moment, everyone held their breath to see how the young man in the void would take this sword.

The flying sword turned into a streamer, like a green snake that chose people to devour, and appeared in front of Chang Xuan in an instant.

Chang Chol's eyes were indifferent.

After he developed the intent to kill, he regarded the young man in front of him as a dead man.

Chang Xuan's figure stood still in mid-air, and although the flying sword was smart and weird, he could still catch the streamer in his eyes.

This sword spirit is so full that it is complete, but it is a pity that the sword intent is insufficient.

Seeing where the sword was coming, Chang Xuan actually stretched out his hand and held it towards the flying sword.

The surrounding space was condensed, and the speed of the flying sword slowed down significantly, and finally stopped three inches in front of Chang Xuan's palm, and he couldn't move an inch.

He looked at the flying sword in front of him, felt the fluctuations of spiritual power in the air, and quickly figured out the sword technique of this disciple of the Sword Sect.

Imperial sword art is based on the spiritual power of heaven and earth to achieve the purpose of controlling flying swords.

Compared to magic weapons that require huge spiritual power and divine consciousness, the sword art is simpler.

Chang Zhe saw that the flying sword was trapped, and his face showed a touch of surprise.

He clenched his sword in his hand, and the flying sword began to bounce in the void, trying to break free from the invisible bondage.

However, no matter how much Ren Feijian struggled, it was all in vain.

Chang Zhe's face finally changed color, and he snorted coldly: "Do you think that if you suppress my flying sword, you will be fine?

Chang Xuan smiled freely, of course he wouldn't think that a disciple of a great sect only had this means.

But he is not afraid at all, and if you want to say what you have the ability to use it quickly, it feels a little too ridiculous, so he doesn't say a word.

Chang Zhe desperately mobilized the spiritual power of the dantian and injected it into the flying sword through the invisible spiritual power silk thread.

The flying sword suddenly burst into blue light, and the sky didn't know when to gather and roll dark clouds.

There was a faint sound of thunder coming from the dark clouds.

At this time, everyone discovered the natural vision, and they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

This is definitely a powerful supernatural power, is it going to destroy Lushan City at this time?

The monk is known as the land god in the eyes of ordinary people, precisely because he has this kind of supernatural power to move mountains and reclaim the sea and shake the heavens and the earth.

The crowd was horrified and flew away one after another, farther away.

Changzhe didn't care about this, his eyes flashed with a fanatical look, and he continued to pinch the sword trick in his hand, and his mouth burst into a shout: "Thunder falls!"

This is the Imperial Sword Thunder Channeling Technique that can only be learned by elite disciples of the Sword Sect, and he already has a small realm, which is enough to lead down the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

In an instant, the wind was fierce, the thunder was more audible, and there was a flash of lightning in the dark clouds.

A thunderclap rang out.

A blinding light fell from the Nine Heavens.

Although this lightning bolt was triggered by a magic spell, its power should not be underestimated.

In the face of Huanghuang Tianwei, Chang Xuan didn't dare to be careless, and his robe puffed up without wind.

The sound of the sword buzzed, but it was not Chang-chul's flying sword.

In the fierce wind, the sword is out!

The treasure light of the high-grade spiritual weapon made the eyes of everyone watching the battle hot.

Chang Xuan stood proudly in the void, holding the Heavenly Sword in his hand, looking up at the heavenly thunder, and a mighty aura rose in his chest and abdomen.

"I have a sword to cut the thunder!"

Chang Xuan took a step forward, and the sword intent around him was clear.

The wind was shattered by the sword intent, and it became a windless area around him, and he raised his hand and swung his sword to slash towards the sky.

Amazing sword qi bursts through the air!

This sword, the sword qi is pouring out like the Milky Way, from the bottom up, facing the rolling thunder!

Previously, Chang Zhe Fei Sword had sword momentum but lacked sword intent, but seeing such a majestic sword intent at this moment, everyone watching the battle couldn't help but quietly open their mouths.

The sword qi was like a match, and in the dazzling white light, the thunder in the sky disappeared, and the dark clouds retreated.

What kind of realm of sword intent is this?

Did you really cut the thunderbolt?

There is such a thing in this world!

Everyone was stunned, only to feel that the scene in front of them was unrealistic.

Changzhe's face froze, and he thought that the young man who was in the void would definitely be wiped out under the heavenly thunder, but as a result, he understated it and slashed the heavenly thunder with a sword.

Even the elders of the sect couldn't do this kind of thing, and fear and fear suddenly hit their hearts.

Chang Xuan slashed the heavenly thunder with a sword, and slashed at the flying sword with a sword.

"Bell!"

A crisp voice rang out.

The magic weapon flying sword instantly became dim, like a poisonous snake that had been hit by seven inches, and fell from the void to dust.

Chang Chol's face turned pale instantly, his body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

There was a spiritual power between the flying sword and him, but this time he was actually injured by the sword intent and suffered a heavy injury.

He looked at Chang Xuan who came from the void, his face was full of panic, and there was only one thought left in his mind, am I going to die?

The room was eerily quiet.

The crowd had not yet recovered from the shock.

Chang Xuan had already walked to Chang Zhe's side, looking at the embarrassed Chang Zhe, and a cold smile was pulled out of the corner of his mouth.

"I said you would die at my hands first. ”

Changzhe clutched his chest in pain, knowing the horror of the young man in front of him at this time, no matter how annoyed he was, he couldn't resist the fear of dying.

"I am a disciple of the Sword Sect, if you dare to kill me, my master will definitely not let you go!"

Chang Xuan scoffed at this threat, and stabbed it with a fluttering sword.

No matter what he leaves the Sword Sect, as soon as the five days are up, he will return to the sect, and he will be an invincible existence at that time.

Chang Zhe's eyes widened and his soul was in danger, and this young man did not hesitate to kill him.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several figures rushed over, and seeing that the long sword was about to pierce Chang Zhe's chest, one of them saved Chang Zhe dangerously.

"Who dares to commit murder in Lushan City!"

Chang Xuan frowned slightly, and looked coldly at the few people who flew in.

These people flew from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, and the leader was Duan Xin, the deputy city lord of the City Lord's Mansion.

Duan Xin felt the vision of heaven and earth, and knew that there were monks fighting in the city, so he hurriedly put down what he was doing and led people over.

Changzhe he knew, knew that it was the worship of Wangfu, a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Realm, but he didn't recognize the young man holding a spiritual weapon in the distance.

And the picture he saw shocked him even more, he knew that Chang Zhe was an elite disciple of the Lijian Sect, and now it seemed that he had lost to the young man opposite.

Who is this young man?

Chang Xuan didn't say a word after being stopped, just looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and was still full of fighting spirit.

There is a holy weapon Sun and Moon Pearl, even if he comes to the Jindan Realm, he dares to fight.

If the other party is deliberately partial, he doesn't mind a big fight.

Duan Xin, the deputy city lord, was a little bitter in his heart, Chang Xuan didn't speak, just put on a posture to face the battle, and when he didn't know the details of the other party, he could only be careful and vigilant, after all, the previous shot had put the two sides on the opposite side.

Mo Ziye and Wang Ming breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Duan Xin appear, neither of them wanted a life-and-death conflict.

Mo Ziye was worried that Chang Xuan's killing of Changzhe would attract revenge from the Lijian Sect.

Wang Ming is worried that Changzhe is dead, and it will be his turn next.

Seeing Duan Xin, the deputy city lord, the two of them could be regarded as seeing a savior, but they didn't know that Duan Xin had a headache and was nervous to death at the moment.

He can't see through the strength of this young man, he can hit Changzhe hard, he is a master, he only has the cultivation of the Yuan Realm, can he suppress others?

This guy is so domineering!

Mo Ziye sighed in his heart, and looked at Chang Xuan, who was confronting a few people from the City Lord's Mansion with admiration.

The stronger Chang Xuan showed, the happier he was.

On the surface, he is indifferent to the affairs of the family, but he also has the idea of sharing his father's worries in his heart.

It's just that the situation is a little complicated, and now the Mo family is facing a situation of internal and external troubles, and it needs to find a suitable breakthrough.

At this time, Mo Ziye suddenly shouted, relieving the embarrassment in the field.

"Deputy City Lord Duan, help, I'm Mo Ziye of the Mo family, Wang Ming, this bastard wants to kill me, you guys are so timely, arrest him quickly!"

I have to say that Mo Ziye's panicked look and trembling voice are very convincing, and they are about to catch up with the acting skills of the actor.

Chang Xuantou wanted to pretend that he didn't know Mo Ziye.

"Fart, when did I say I was going to kill you!" Wang Ming's fat body trembled, this kid went out to travel for two years, and when he came back, he was even cheaper than before.

Mo family!

Duan Xin was stunned for a moment, his already headache hurt even more, why did he involve the two major families again?

Mo Ziye and Wang Ming are both direct descendants of the two families, and neither of them is light in Lushan City!

And this situation seems to be clearly the Mo family has the upper hand, but Mo Ziye is shouting for help, Duan Xin is a little incomprehensible.

"I was assassinated in Qi Tianlou before, and now I suspect that the instigator behind the scenes is Wang Fatzi, please Deputy City Lord Duan must administer justice for me!"

Mo Ziye buttoned down another big hat, Wang Ming was not afraid, but he felt quite disgusting.

He shouted angrily, "You...... You lied, and I only found out that you came back, how could I arrange an assassination in advance! You are being framed, Deputy City Lord Duan, please administer justice for me and return my innocence. ”