In fact, Chu Zhanyan didn't know if he was sick.

I only know that I have become more and more indifferent, and it seems that I don't care about anything and don't care about it, just like my consciousness and body have become two parts, for example, now, his spirit is thinking about other things, but his body's reaction is not affected at all, and his calm move is surprisingly calm, and the shadow of the evil cultivator's gun is dense.

It's like being your own audience

It's a very strange and eerie feeling, the world seems to be quiet, only the company of battle.

Chu Zhanyan suddenly enjoyed this moment, immersed peacefully, as if surrounded by the warm sea water basking in the sun, although he had never seen the sea, nor had he seen the wheat-colored sand mentioned in the book......

The black gas rolled, and there was a fishy smell that I don't know if it was an illusion in the coldness, and at a certain moment, the blade of the gun collided with the blade of the sword, and the crisp sound of gold and iron was like a bell and drum of the mountain gate, Chu Zhanyan only felt that his ears were buzzing, and the world became clear and dangerous again.

The impact sound of the copper ring was as short and urgent as spring thunder, the cold light hit his face, and the intertwining of illusion and reality made his body slow for a very short time, and the tip of the gun was like a grinding plate, Chu Zhanyan subconsciously turned his head to dodge, only to feel that his face was cold under his ears, and there was a burst of itching pain.

I guess it was opened by the blade of a gun!

"Got it?!"

The evil cultivator was pleasantly surprised, he thought that he would not be able to escape today, and he was even ready to die, but it seemed that the other party was not very powerful.

At least not as powerful as I thought.

Maybe I don't have to die today and continue to live?

yes, why not?

Life is impermanent, he doesn't care about life and death, because from the day he became an evil cultivator, he is destined to live under the pursuit and killing of the cultivators of the Central Plains Righteous Path.

Young people only care about whether they can do more meaningful things in their limited lives.

For example, practicing guns, such as setting up a mountain gate to protect foreign cultivators, such as being able to swagger in the sun without worrying about the righteous Ling Ran who comes at any time.

He promised the Mao girl to accompany her to Chang'an to see the snow during this year's Lantern Festival, enjoy the lanterns, and eat the sesame stuffed Lantern Festival with twelve copper plates on Zhengyang Street......

He also had to go to the alley of the south gate to take a look at the old mansion that he didn't know still existed.

There seemed to be some kind of luster flashing in the young man's eyes, and with a twist of his wrist, the black spear was picked out diagonally, stabbing at Chu Zhanyan's throat, the billowing black gas was as viscous as water, and the tip of the spear was like a boat knife, drawing a very short black light in the water.

Very fast shot!

It's a big difference from the previous tricks.

The gun is menacing, although it is far inferior to the golden bell of a certain old fish spirit, but it still cannot be underestimated, Chu Zhanyan knew that the sword was light and could not be hard with the gun, so he twisted his waist sideways, and the black light swept past the tip of his nose, and the black gas hit his face, and he was scattered in all directions, so the young man blinked subconsciously.

But the blink of an eye did not delay the drawing of the sword, for he was not distracted now.

As the young man's spear skimmed, his sword was raised.

The thin light blue sword body just stayed between the barrel of the gun and the clothes, so that the full force of the evil cultivator youth's shot was like a key to insert into the lock.

With a lock of the trap!

The key entered the hole, the blade of the sword was shining, and it caressed the barrel of the gun like a thin gauze, and then as Chu Zhanyan's outstretched arm fell sharply, it was as fast as a falling stone in an instant, cutting into the hand of the evil cultivator holding the gun!

The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, wide open and closed, with a wide range of attack and defense, but it is not good at close combat, and its weaknesses are also very obvious.

That is, the whole is too long, and it is difficult to retract it.

So this move looked more like the evil cultivator young man handed his hand towards the sword blade, and Chu Zhanyan obviously didn't mean to keep his hand, the sword blade slashed down, and he was about to cut off a few fingers!

Ruthless and abnormal!

The gentleman accompanies the sword.

But the boy is not a gentleman.

Although he is often stubborn, although he is always pointed at his nose by a guy and scolds a bad good person, although he always guards his own view of right and wrong with a dead heart, although he sometimes admits death and looks like a fool, he still thinks that the sword is just a weapon.

And weapons are used to hurt people!

Nothing beyond that.

So when the wandering boy waved his sword, he was no longer the talkative boy, nor the rotten good guy in Huo Sheng's mouth, but the steppe wolf who tried everything to kill the enemy!

The evil cultivators were horrified in their hearts.

Under the electric light and flint, he couldn't think about it anymore, a promise in his heart supported the belief that he couldn't give up, he roared, his voice was short and low, like a beast, the muscles on his arm under the black robe exploded, Lingyuan rushed into his palm, and a strong force slammed into the barrel of the gun.

"Smack!"

The barrel of the gun flicked, and the powerful trembling force also erupted at the same time, and the blade of the cicada's wings buzzed in an instant, and it was bounced up more than six inches, and it slashed at the young man's forearm.

The black robe was cut in an instant, and something came out, and with a soft sound of the "horn", it fell between the rocks.

It was a thin piece of white meat, like the blade of a gun, and the blood had just oozed out, and the white was instantly dyed red, as fresh as pork on the vegetable market board.

"Come on!"

The evil cultivator roared, as if he didn't feel pain, and as if he was stimulated by the pain, he turned around and shot out to attack, but his expression froze at the moment of turning around.

Because Chu Zhanyan had already appeared in front of him.

The light blue sword light was dazzling, as bright as a galaxy, he didn't have time to react, he only felt as if his chest was being whipped by an iron bar, and there was an unstoppable force under the cold, and the whole person flew out upside down.

"Boom!"

The evil cultivator youth directly crashed into the bronze tripod in the courtyard, knocking the more than 100 catties back a few inches, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body slid down softly like rags.

There was a crisp sound, and the black gun that he had never left in his hand finally fell to the ground and lay down beside his master.

In the courtyard in front of the temple, everything was silent.

The evil cultivator had not yet swallowed his breath, his chest was rising and falling violently, and at this moment, his simple breathing on weekdays seemed so difficult and painful under the destruction of the sword qi, and the blood penetrated the black robe, dripping and falling on the gravel, gathering into a small pool.

"Ahem!"

He coughed violently, like a dying patient.

Chu Zhanyan didn't rush to start, only held the sword and watched quietly.

"Why don't you do it yet?"

The evil cultivator's chest rose and fell violently a few times, trying to control the cold and calm tone of his tone, and looked up at the young man,

Chu Zhanyan ignored him and looked sideways at the other side.

Ah Meow has already subdued the copper tripod, and is trampling that guy under his feet, and he can't move even a little bit of the fat man's struggling gravel, it seems that the demon king is still the demon king, and it is more than enough to subdue a puppet.

Feeling the young man's gaze, the black cat looked up at him, and then nodded imperceptibly.

Only then did Chu Zhanyan turn around and walk in front of the evil cultivator with his sword.

Then, without saying a word, swing your sword and slash!

A wry smile appeared on the young man's pale face, and he simply closed his eyes, but his heart was still irrepressibly filled with regret and unwillingness.

In the end, I still didn't have a chance to fulfill my promise.

She still has a long way to go, and when she dies, who will protect her?

Thinking about it, tears appeared in the corners of the young man's eyes, but the time was so short, and there was no chance to say goodbye, was it too cruel to let her watch her head fall to the ground?

The young man thought, maybe he didn't think about it, or maybe out of reluctance to be nostalgic for something in this world, his eyes closed and he couldn't help but leave a gap, and he didn't look at the falling and fatal sword blade, but only looked at the blue sky above his head, and felt that it was really similar to the paint of his hometown East Dyeing Workshop, but there were more swaying dogtail plants and three or two yellow leaves associated with it.

Stagger.

Tranquility and silence.

It's a very simple picture, but it's also beautiful.

I didn't expect it to be so beautiful lying down and looking at the sky, why didn't I find it before?

The young man thought that the originally gloomy world seemed to be suddenly illuminated, and between life and death, he realized that he had missed so much, and his heart couldn't help but be sour, so his eyes couldn't help but become sour, and tears gradually appeared.

He didn't have a chance to get to know the world again.

Because the sword had fallen, the young man could feel the coldness cut his neck.

In the hazy blue of vision, there was a shadow of less than a foot rushing like lightning, and the intermittent sound was mixed with a hurried cry, and it fell into my mind like thunder,

"Don't kill him!"

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