Chang Yan saw that the inhumane giant axe was about to fall, his face changed in an instant, he had not enjoyed the joy of fish and water, and he didn't want to become a waste, he struggled with the rope and shouted anxiously: "Brother Jian, save me!"

At this moment, there was a "brush" sound, and at the same time there was a roar of a large man, and his axe-wielding hand was cut alive by a short sword, dripping with blood, but the wound was smooth. I saw a short sword standing in the air, and the big man turned around to look, and the bloodshot in his eyes seemed to burst out of his eyeballs.

The hilt of this sword is round and smooth, and the sword is a finely carved pearled dragon head, and the sword body is faintly floating with lightning lines, as if it is embedded in it and embedded in it.

He looked at this sword more and more familiarly, and suddenly realized, turned around and looked at the short sword of the young man he confiscated, and found that the scabbard was still there, but the sword body was missing, it turned out to be a spirit sword.

There was a sound of squirming, and several barbarians who were similar to the big man's clothes rushed over, and when they saw the big man's miserable situation, they all raised the same huge axe, and it was his scream that drew them over.

"Kill him! he's Changhuang's son!" the big man shouted.

When they heard this, they all became angry, and they struck a sound of disorganized footsteps with their heavy feet, and raised their axes and slashed at him, and looked at the posture, as if they would not stop cutting him to pieces.

Seeing this situation, Chang Yan hurriedly looked at the short sword standing in the air as if showing off his might, and shouted: "Brother Sword, quickly help me cut the rope!"

The sword made an obedient "boom", and the swift knife cut through the mess, and the rope broke with a bang. I saw Chang Yan pointing his right hand, the short sword rushed back into his hand, and Ping Pong slashed at the person in front of him, he didn't have spiritual power, and his moves were messy, but this chaotic action repelled those people.

Seeing these people hurriedly retreating, he suddenly became majestic, raised his sword and threatened: "This sword is forged by 'Heavenly Craftsman Divine Iron', which can slay demons and eliminate demons, so if you don't want to die, get out of the way." ”

Several people looked at each other, and one of them smiled, and said, "Slay demons and eliminate demons? Unfortunately, we are human beings." ”

As soon as the words fell, he slashed at him again, Chang Yan's right hand was square, and with a "Zheng" sound, the giant axe was bounced, and the man was shocked, and secretly said that this sword is really not to be underestimated.

Chang Yan was frightened by the gravity he suppressed, he had lived in the Holy City since he was a child, he was clothed in fine clothes and food, and he was held by the stars, and he really rarely saw these evils.

The man made another move at him, but he did not move at all, but only by brute force. Chang Yan looked at the barbarian with a fierce face, and saw that his hand holding the giant axe was red and burst out with green tendons, so you can imagine how much strength this exerted. Chang Yan didn't care much, his eyes closed, and with a wave of his right hand, he swept a sword qi.

Just listen to the sound of "split", and the next moment the sound is like a heavy object falling to the ground. Chang Yan opened his eyes and saw that the giant axe had been cut off, and then looked at the sword in his hand, which was still sharp.

He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and when he held it up, he boasted, "You are so powerful!" but suddenly his heart became anxious: "No, this cannibal tribe is nearby, in case these barbarians recruit other accomplices, I can't parry it even if I have it in hand." Changyan thought like this and thought about retreating.

However, this group of barbarians is tall and tall, and they are like iron walls in a circle, and if he breaks in, he is afraid that he will hit a stone with an egg, although he has a spirit sword in his hand, but he does not want to kill.

He glanced around, and saw the shadows of the trees and the green grass growing, the branches creaking with the strong wind, and the few strands of broken hair on his forehead fluttering to his eyes from time to time.

"There is!" Chang Yan had a flash of inspiration, then picked up the short sword and muttered to him: "Brother Sword, for the sake of my little life, I have to wronged you." As he spoke, he waved his sword in a threatening manner, and these barbarians who had seen the power of this spirit sword were really afraid to retreat.

I saw that he hurriedly stepped back and stretched his sword into the bonfire, and in an instant, the sword caught fire, and in the blink of an eye, the fire enveloped the entire sword body. He suddenly flew into the air and swung at the men, and the flames swept away, slashing at them.

Those people were frightened to the ground, the fire slashed over their heads, some of the taller barbarians were on fire on their heads, only to see them jump up and slap, Changyan looked at their jumping feet and felt funny, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then slashed back, and within a cup of tea, the fire was everywhere, the smoke was billowing, and the forest was really burned.

"Fight the fire, put out the fire!" the big man with the severed hand hurriedly shouted, ignoring his injuries and the young man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Chang Yan thought that these barbarians could come to their aid so quickly, it must be because their tribe was in the forest, his life was far less important than the place they depended on for survival, and setting fire to the forest was the best way to repel them.

Taking advantage of their fleeing figures, Chang Yan covered his mouth and nose in the thick smoke and rolled over, groped for the scabbard and then rolled out of the fire, then stood up and patted the dust on his body, turned his head to look at the guys who stole chickens and rice, and left with a smile.

But he had just walked a few steps and made a difficulty, he knew that this was Mu Zelin, but he didn't know where he was, if it was in the opposite direction from before, then he would go forward and return to the Holy City, and the hard work of the previous rush would be in vain.

"Go ahead. Suddenly a sound sounded above his head, and he was startled, and looked up in horror, only to find nothing.

He lowered his head and ignored it, and after taking a few steps, he thought about it and asked, "Which direction should I go?"

"Front. ”

Sure enough, he wasn't hallucinating. He glanced down at the short sword that was back at his waist, his eyes were slightly confused, he took it off and looked at it in front of his eyes, and asked softly, "Are you talking to me?"

There was a little expectation and panic in his heart, and he thought that this spirit sword would not be so powerful.

Spirit Sword obediently stayed in the scabbard and did not respond to him. Chang Yan sighed lightly, a little lost, although this spirit sword is powerful, but it is moody, when he is happy, he splits mountains like chopping grass, and on the contrary, he does not move in the scabbard, like a dead thing.

He suddenly remembered something in his frustration, so he raised his head and shouted, "Chang Shuyuan, isn't it you?"

He waited for a long time, but the forest was still silent.

"Isn't it him?" Chang Yan thought about it, but still pretended to threaten and shouted: "If I know that it is really you, I will definitely sue you in front of the second sister!"

Sure enough, these words really forced the person in the shadows out, "Don't don't, little boy." I'll come out now, don't sue. ”

The man named Chang Shuyuan came out of the shadows of the forest and patted down the leaves that were attached to his body to conceal them. Chang Yan smiled, very satisfied with the results of his coercion.

Chang Shu was originally his attendant, and his father was one of the four elders of the Holy Sect, Chang Zhongli, who had learned a good skill since he was a child, and he was unruly, but he was only in love with his second sister Changlin, and he pleased her every day before and after the saddle. Chang Yan pinched his weakness and tried it repeatedly, every time Chang Shuyuan seemed to have lost a battle, but he was helpless against him.

Chang Yan could guess him because before leaving, his mother insisted that Chang Shuyuan accompany him, but he flatly refused, thinking that since his mother allowed him to go out, he should no longer be restrained and protected by himself. But according to his mother's strength, he would definitely not agree to him so easily, so the only person who can follow him is Chang Shuyuan.

"Don't follow me. Chang Yan said directly, but in a commanding tone.

"But... The sect master doesn't worry about you..."Chang Shu was embarrassed, and he didn't want to accept this errand, because he knew that Chang Yan always used Changlin to pressure him, but there was an order from above, and he could only act according to orders.

"If you had been following me before, then you would have known the power of this spirit sword, haven't you seen my extremely majestic appearance?" Chang Yan held the sword, and his words all revealed his complacency.

"But... If you make a mistake, my life will be confessed. Chang Shuyuan's face was ugly, and he was in a dilemma.

"Then I don't care, it's inconvenient for me to disobey my mother's order, I only know what words I should say in front of my second sister. Chang Yan clasped his hands in front of his chest, his toes were high, and he did not say cruel words, but he had already revealed the threat.

Chang Shuyuan sighed lightly, drooped his head, and finally compromised: "Okay, then I'll retreat." ”

"Watch out on the road. Changyan still didn't forget to remind him when he was proud.

He was finally walking like the wind, and he just wanted to get out of the gloomy woods as soon as possible, but he didn't know that a pair of unfathomable eyes were staring at his back in the dark.