Looking at the slender shadow like a little elk standing beside him, Chu Zhanyan hesitated for a moment and reached out to cover the girl's eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Jingya shrank slightly, only to feel that a cool breath had crossed over, her pupils suddenly felt cool and comfortable, and her whole body was relaxed as if she was soaking in mountain spring water.

"Don't be intimidated!"

Chu Zhanyan's calm voice sounded, and then he took his hand away.

"Huh?"

The girl was puzzled, looked up at the sky, and suddenly lost her face, and couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her mouth, but she was shocked and forgot to scream.

"Before the fall of the nameless predecessor, there was some kind of prohibition left to protect here, oh, it's that white light mask, and if you want to directly break the ban of the nameless predecessor, the cultivation of those two-headed monsters must be revealed.

However, this kind of cultivated demon, once the true body is exposed, it will definitely cause a change, and then the great cultivators within a radius of thousands of miles will have a sense, and maybe it will also stimulate the counterattack of the first luck, they don't have the ability to be rampant, so the best way is to condense their own breath and continue to attack, little by little to grind off the power of the prohibition without backup, and once the prohibition is broken and the luck is taken away, Lijiazhai will instantly turn into a sea of blood, and the bones will be gone!"

Chu Zhanyan said calmly, glanced at the girl who was immersed in shock, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

In the end, it still brought her to this path, and I don't know if my choice is right or wrong.

"This ...... What the hell is going on, demon? You mean the two people who came today? Chu Zhanyan, it turns out that you are actually a cultivator, no wonder, no wonder you said those words. ”

Fang Jingya muttered to herself, she looked up at the young man's face, it was still so familiar, but the momentum emanating from the latter at this time was extremely unfamiliar, a little unreal trance, she tried to calm down, stared at Chu Zhanyan and asked seriously,

"Who the hell are you?"

Chu Zhanyan glanced at her, a little puzzled,

"Of course I'm me, who else could it be?"

Fang Jingya was stunned, thinking to herself if this is what she meant?

Two years ago, she had secretly guessed Chu Zhanyan's identity, a swordsman, a dart master, or a scholar who was studying in a foreign country and met a bandit, but she didn't take into account the level of a cultivator.

Cultivators, shouldn't that kind of existence be the chic appearance of fluttering white clothes and carrying the wind and sword?

It is to kill people and fight, and you should also spit out the truth, command the magic weapon Ping Pong, you come and go, the winning inverted hands fall from the sky with an indifferent face, and the losing is depressed and lonely, leaning on the stone and gasping and saying that I can't imagine that someone I am defeated here today, and the sky is going to kill me and so on, and then the body turns into dust or disappears as a point of light, how can it be like a mortal man fighting and bleeding?

She bandaged Chu Zhanyan's wound and changed her clothes, and the wound was obviously cut by some kind of sharp weapon, not like it was bombarded by a magic weapon, but now that she thinks about it, this guy's skin is really good, like white jade......

"Can you handle both...... Demons?"

Fang Jingya looked up at the silent battle on the sky, still swaying.

Is this the battle of a cultivator? There is no chic, not as heroic and magnificent as in the book, and there are countless scenes in the dream where the handsome and handsome immortal summons a heavenly light sword to slash the mountain, and then stretches out his hand to her and smiles.

Only the overwhelming black fog and the flickering white light, silent, monotonous and extremely oppressive.

"An hour ago, perhaps. ”

Chu Zhanyan said very honestly, his lifeline is damaged now, and his realm has temporarily declined, not to mention that this is a two-headed demon.

"What should I do then? By the way, I'll go and tell them to get up and run for their lives, it should be too late!

Fang Jingya muttered, turned around and left, but was pulled back by Chu Zhanyan.

"What are you doing?"

The girl was furious, eager to bite him, could she still be so calm at this time?

"You're only going to make a mess when you go now. ”

Chu Zhanyan glared at her and reprimanded,

"The truth that you can see in your eyes is the reason why I attached an aura to you, and the people in the village can't see it, not to mention that these three or four hundred people wake up one by one to convince them of when, if those two-headed demons are alarmed, I am afraid that they will directly appear in their true bodies to destroy the prohibition at any cost, they are here to seize luck, and they will not stop easily!"

"So what should I do?"

The girl's little face seemed to be even paler, in fact, she was not stupid, but the idea at the beginning of the impulse was also very simple and simple.

It is one who can save one, and one who can run is one!

"The ban is very strong, and it can last for a few hours. ”

Chu Zhanyan glanced at the shadows in the night,

"Don't move, I'll get a helper. ”

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The night in the mountains is very cold and scary, the fiery red maple trees in the daytime, the withered yellow willow trees look like a ghost with teeth and claws at this time, Chu Zhanyan is dressed in white, and he looks a little eye-catching in the dark forest, and he doesn't seem to mind causing the attack of some nocturnal beasts.

The icy autumn wind blew from the depths of the forest, a chill to the bone, the branches of dead wood rustled, and the faint dark green ghostly flickered like fire, bouncing out a shadow deeper than the night.

The smell of fishy heat descended like a gust of wind, blowing the turf and obscuring the stars.

Chu Zhan's face was expressionless, he flicked his palms with his fingers, and the blue slashed, and a crisp and pleasant buzz sounded in the night,

"Ding!"

It was like a collision of slender metal blades, and the air in the dark forest shook rapidly, and a lush willow tree with the thickness of a bowl mouth suddenly lost half of its crown, like a dead man who had been shaved for the first time.

In the darkness, the cold light slashed again, this time it was a neat five, the clouds and mist were separated from the moon, and the soft silver light faintly reflected the real body under the ladder of the branches, and it was actually a white claw the size of the mouth of a water tank!

"Not bad!"

Chu Zhanyan admired softly, his body was slightly sideways, and his left hand was pulled out, it was very simple without any fireworks, but there was an extra sword in his palm.

The blade of the sword collided with the tip of the claw, and then tilted downward, producing a screeching sound between the pulls, like two pieces of rusty thin iron rubbing against each other.

"......"

The white claws were swept away by the blade, and the cold light slashed down into the soil mixed with the ice ballast, like a knife into butter, leaving five deep ravines.

A sword swings open its claws, Chu Zhanyan steps closely, the sword momentum of the upper hand is still the same, draw a circle, and then slash down!

Slash at the shadow that obscures the night!

"Meow ......"

The terrible cat roared loudly, the black shadow seemed to be enraged, the storm was born out of thin air, the forest was raging, a man and a demon fought several rounds in the blink of an eye, I don't know how many tree branches were damaged, and they were cut by the sharp breath mixed with the wind, flying all over the sky.

"Meow, that's enough!"

Chu Zhanyan's calm voice sounded in the wind,

"Do you want to cut this forest?"

As the words fell, the blade-like wind stopped, and the shadow, which was darker than the night, was silent, and after a long time, it raised its front paws and licked it carefully, as if it were licking a white ball floating in the air.

Chu Zhanyan put away his sword, his face showed a softness that was not obvious, and said with a smile,

"I haven't seen you for two years, but it's not small to grow, are your claws still numb?"

The shadow seemed to stiffen for a moment, then lowered its front paws, and with the clatter of fallen leaves, the white vanished, as if it had been retracted under its body.

"Tell me my name is Whitepaw. ”

The black shadow said, the voice was not low and hoarse that matched the body type, but with these bright and lazy milk voices, it sounded like a twelve or thirteen girl.

"The master said you belong to me. ”

Chu Zhanyan's face still did not change, the corners of his mouth smiled, and the meaning of his words was also obvious.

Since you are in my charge, then I naturally have the final say on what you call it.

White Paw looked down at him, the paw hidden under him moved, and after slightly restraining the urge to pat him, he said lazily,

"Are you going to leave? I'm tired of staying in this mountain. ”

"Hmm. ”

Chu Zhanyan nodded,

"But not now, I need you to do me a favor. ”

"It's the human stockade down the mountain, right?"

White Claw seemed to sneer, and his dark green pupils were glowing with cold and cold killing intent,

"I've sensed that smelly demonic aura from afar, even if you don't say it, I'll go and take a look, I hate crawling insects the most!"

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