For Qian Yongjun, the most terrible thing in the world is nothing more than a person walking in the middle of the night when a person was walking in the third watch, and a green-faced fanged demon suddenly appeared next to him. He took him and said that he was going to eat him. As a result, in the end, he slapped him and turned around several times in place, and he couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest before stopping.

But at this time, looking at the white-clothed young man in front of him, the scene of hovering in mid-air, long black hair flying without wind, and wisps of blood lingering with a long knife in his hand, couldn't help but make him feel a little cold sweat behind him. I didn't think that the young man who had been talking and laughing with the proprietress in the restaurant before, how could he just work hard for a while, as if he had changed a person?

Not only him, but also the men who followed him together also broke out in a cold sweat after seeing this scene in the corridor. Some people, after looking at the blood and minced flesh all over the ground, actually bent over and vomited like this. It was called vomiting hysterically, and all the dishes, rice, and wine were all poured out, and they almost vomited out the overnight things.

Standing behind Qian Yongjun, a man with a pair of tongs in his hand, with a gloomy face, walked up to him, and asked him in a somewhat fearful tone: "Brother Qian, what's the matter?"

Qian Yongjun looked at the young man in front of him, and then turned his head to look at the people behind him. The thick eyebrows wrinkled and loosened, loosened and wrinkled, and after several times, it was like making up his mind, gritting his teeth, and saying: "Rush up and help, and chop up that group of miscellaneous hairs first." As for the juveniles...... Judging by his previous behavior in the restaurant, he shouldn't have made a move on us. ”

After speaking, the man Qian Yongjun did not delay, took the lead in carrying a long stick in his hand, and took a step towards the black-armored foot soldiers who were blocked outside the city gate. When the rest of the people saw him rushing up, they hesitated, and they also clenched the weapons in their hands and struck them out of the city gate.

However, not waiting for them to get closer. Chen Yijian, whose body was hanging in the air, suddenly opened his mouth to stop their footsteps. He said, "You guard the gates, and leave the rest to me!"

Qian Yongjun was originally a person with a bold personality, and when he heard the young man say that he wanted to deal with so many people by himself. How can I feel relieved that I want to say something that we can also help. But before he could speak, he saw the young man's figure swaying slightly. The next moment, it had already appeared in the crowd of black-armored foot soldiers. The long knife with blood in his hand swung horizontally and killed dozens of foot soldiers. This made Qian Yongjun's face twitch again, and he gasped. said in his heart: "I'm a good girl, this brother is too fierce." ”

As for the polite words he wanted to say to the young man just now, he swallowed them back into his stomach at this time. Let's not talk about whether I can really help the boy by leading people to rush up, it is estimated that even if I can help him, the effect is not too obvious. On the other hand, if these people rushed up, not only did they not help, but they also made people besiege and need the teenager to turn back to rescue, it would be more embarrassing. Therefore, after thinking about it in his heart, Qian Yongjun still decided to do what the young man said. At the very least, I can't make trouble for him.

Then, Qian Yongjun led everyone to stand inside the city gate, watching a bloody and exciting performance very comfortably. Although they were a little unable to accept such a murderous image in their hearts at first, they slowly got used to it when they thought that the other party was the enemy who came to occupy their homeland. Even when they saw the back, they shook their heads one by one at the group of black-armored foot soldiers who were easily killed by Chen Yijian. What to say, this can't work, it's not as powerful as the one just now, it can't even hold up a knife, it's dead, it's too useless.

Fortunately, they are far away, even if the voice is not soft, it will not reach the ears of those black-armored foot soldiers, otherwise it is estimated that their lungs will explode after hearing these comments. You're fucking, you're talking one thing at a time, and you've got the ability to deal with this young man. I guess you'll only die worse than we do.

A heart-rending wail came from the mouths of countless armor soldiers who had fallen in pools of blood, either missing arms and legs, or had been cut off by the waist, but were not yet dead. Falling on the ears of the cavalry who were like black tides in the distance, it was like a boulder smashing into a calm lake, stirring up a layer of turbulent waves. Almost everyone's face showed a look of anger at this moment. looked at the young man in white, his hand raised and fell, taking away one of his comrades one after another. They wished they could take a step forward and come in front of the boy. Then with the spear in his hand, he pierced him into a hornet's nest one after another.

Suddenly, a solemn atmosphere enveloped an army of tens of thousands. Every soldier who looked at the city gate in silence had murderous aura in his eyes. The sharp spear clenched in his hand suddenly rose in the cold autumn rain. It was as if the anger in their hearts had ignited the spear in their hands and was scorching the countless droplets.

In front of the military formation, a horse stood abruptly. There was no spear in his hand, only an ancient long sword hanging from his waist. Even the armor on his body is very different from others. Although they are all black, there is a bloody tiger on the armor and chest of this person. Although it is poured, there is a fierce arrogance emanating from the tiger, which makes people feel a sense of reality at first glance.

In addition to this, on his shoulders, there are two dragon heads inlaid respectively. It is also like that tiger, with an invisible momentum emanating from it.

This person's name is Yang Zhong, thirty-five years old, and he is the former general of the Western Qin Zhengyi Longxiang. When he was 20 years old, he led 200,000 elite iron horsemen under his command and fought dozens of battles with Liyang and Tianfeng, but none of them were defeated. At that time, it was in the temple, and it was a unique scenery for a while. Even the Mengjia Army, which is regarded as the first army by the whole country, can only be shown by him, and he is firmly pressed under him.

But later, I don't know what happened, in a battle with Da Chu, Yang Zhong obviously won the final victory. However, when the class master returned to the court and met His Majesty the Emperor, he resigned all his official positions to His Majesty the Emperor in front of the civil and military officials in the court. The reason turned out to be that the old lady in his family died of illness, and he needed to go back to keep filial piety for three years, and respect that descendant because of the filial piety.

At that time, the whole temple was fried, and before that, they had never heard that the old mother of General Yang's family was sick in any way. Why did such bad news suddenly come out? However, the people did not feel anything unusual about this, after all, who would use such an excuse to resign from office! As for the matter of keeping filial piety, there has indeed always been such a rule in the temple, but whenever an elder in the family dies, he must resign from his current official post and go home to observe filial piety for three years.

Unless His Majesty the Emperor personally sends a holy decree to forcibly leave you behind under the pretext that the safety of a country is greater than personal loyalty and filial piety, you can continue to stay in the temple and avoid the three years of filial piety when you return home.

Since then, Yang Zhong has disappeared from the temples of Western Qin for fifteen years, and no one has seen him again.

Standing tall and sitting on horseback. On the resolute face of the national character, there was no emotional fluctuation in it. Even those eyes that were not angry and arrogant, when they looked at the gate of Qucheng, they saw with their own eyes that a soldier under his command died at the hands of a young man in white, and there were no ripples. It's as if he's not a human being, but more like a puppet without any feelings. Even the tone of his voice was so stiff: "Please come over Mr. Sun!"

After a while, an old man without armor and an iron helmet appeared beside Yang Zhong. The old man turned his head to look at Yang Zhong and said to him in a flat tone, "What does General Yang command?"

Yang Zhong turned his head, also looked at the old man, and said in a rigid and stiff tone: "If Mr. Sun makes a move, can you be sure to kill that young man?"

The old man did not hesitate, shook his head very neatly, and said: "I am in the same realm as this person, if I only win or lose, I am sixty percent sure of winning this person." But if you want to kill this person...... I'm afraid I can't!"

Yang Zhong nodded, pondered for a while, and then continued to say to the old man: "Then please Mr. Sun hold this person, and I will lead the army into the city through the north gate." ”

The old man nodded in response, "No problem!"

Yang Zhong said that he was tired, and then stopped talking. Instead, he turned the horse's head directly, and shouted to the soldiers like a bell: "Turn the direction and follow me into the city from the north of the city!"

No one in the army opened their mouths to respond. But suddenly, there was a dull sound of spears stomping on the ground from the army. At the same time, the figure of the old man surnamed Sun had disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he had already used an extra long sword in his hand to block the long knife that Chen Yijian swept out.

Looking at the old man with the sword who suddenly appeared, Chen Yijian did not have any expression change on his face. Instead, he quickly withdrew the long knife, and slashed at the old man with another knife. The blood light that lingered on the long knife detached from the knife at this time, forming a huge knife shadow and slashing down at the old man's head. The old man didn't talk nonsense, looking at the sword shadow that was chopping, the blue light of the long sword in his hand bloomed, and the same sword swept towards the sword shadow. It was very easy, and it turned away from the attack of the sword shadow.

After seeing the old man's move, the few black-armored foot soldiers left quickly withdrew from the battlefield and headed towards the army in the distance. Because they knew that even if they stayed at this time, it would not be possible to do anything to help the old man. Even the five hundred black-armored cavalry on the city wall who had already occupied it also quickly drove down from the city wall at this time and headed towards the army.

After the knife, Chen Yijian did not strike again. Instead, he looked at the old man with some doubts in his eyes. Could it be that the monks of the Upper Sixth Realm are now so worthless? Any one of them will be cultivated on the thirteenth floor? The young man named Zhao Yuting in the restaurant is at the peak of cultivation on the thirteenth floor. Mr. Chen, it is even more likely that the fourteenth or fifteenth floor will be repaired. Now there's a thirteenth floor, what's the trouble? Even if it's a once-in-a-century year, there's no need to be so exaggerated, right?

What about playing?

Chen Yijian didn't make a move, and the old man surnamed Sun was naturally reluctant to make a move. It's not that he's afraid of Chen Yijian, but he knows in his heart that no matter how the two fight, as long as one of them doesn't want to fight to the death, then it will be difficult for the two of them to come up with a result. As for what he said to Yang Zhong just now, he was sixty percent sure of defeating Chen Yijian, it was just something he said casually in order to comfort Yang Zhong. After all, when it comes to a realm like theirs, who can guarantee that there will be no accidents in the middle.

Looking at the doubts in the young man's eyes, the old man surnamed Sun smiled at him kindly, and asked, "Young man, do you have doubts in your heart?"

Chen Yijian nodded and did not speak.

The old man surnamed Sun continued: "Why don't you say it and see if I can help you?"

Chen Yijian still didn't speak, but suddenly turned his gaze to the black-armored army. Looking at their detouring figures, his brows couldn't help but furrow. He asked the old man with a heavy mouth, "Are they going to enter the city from somewhere else?"

The old man surnamed Sun did not hide it, nodded and said, "Yes!"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, Chen Yijian's figure immediately disappeared in place. However, before he could rush far, he was stopped by the old man again. This time, Chen Yijian was not polite at all, his face was gloomy, and he said, "Get out!"

In this regard, the old man surnamed Sun smiled and shook his head. The long sword in his hand was lifted upside down, and the blue light of the sword body flowed. Obviously, he would not let Chen Yijian pass in front of him. This made Chen Yijian's face gloomy, and he couldn't help but get worse. Looking at the long sword in the old man's hand, Chen Yijian suddenly raised the long knife in his hand, and after shouting 'backwards' in his mouth, he slashed towards the old man head-on.

Suddenly, a fierce sword light like the monstrous water of the Yangtze River emerged from the long knife in Chen Yijian's hand. Wrapped in an unstoppable momentum, he swooped down on the old man. The old man was about to raise his sword to stop him, but he was shocked to find that the sword light changed direction without warning at the moment he raised his sword. The sword light that was originally rushing towards him actually retreated backwards towards the long knife in the young man's hand at this time. This made the old man a little stunned for a while, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

But at the same time that the old man was stunned, the sword light that had originally retreated back changed direction again, and with a more ferocious momentum, it swooped down on him. Fortunately, the old man was experienced, and he just blinked the world and came back to his senses from his astonishment. Raising the long sword in his hand again, he slashed towards the sword light. There was also a blue sword aura, which broke away from the old man's long sword.

However, what shocked the old man again was. The sword light that was about to collide with the sword qi actually retreated back towards the long knife in Chen Yijian's hand again. It's just that unlike the first time, the sword light that was returned this time did not rush out immediately. It's like a stream that gathers the sea, gone forever. And Chen Yijian's figure, with a horizontal movement, had already dodged the old man's sword qi. Then, as fast as you can, get close to the old man's body. When he was only three steps away from the old man, he brazenly raised the long knife in his hand, not as if he had met the enemy with the light of the knife before, but slashed towards the old man's shoulder with a real knife. Although the change was in a hurry, there was no panicked look on the old man's face. He also raised the long sword in his hand and faced the long knife slashed by Chen Yijian in a parry style.

"Boom!"

The swords met, but it was not the sharp sound of gold and iron colliding. It's like being hit by a boulder.

The old man surnamed Sun never thought that Chen Yijian's reversed sword light would be completely hidden in the long knife. What made him even more incomprehensible was why Chen Yijian's sword light that had obviously been shot could still be taken back. If it was the first time, and he would come out again after he went back, he could still understand and think that it was a way to accumulate energy. But this completely retracted the long knife, and it was completely integrated with the blade, and he couldn't see any flaws, which made him a little incomprehensible.

After all, his grandson Changjing has been walking the rivers and lakes for half his life. Although he has never left the Middle-earth Divine Continent, he has gone to the other four worlds. But over the years, I have walked through every corner of the Middle-earth Divine Continent and met all kinds of cultivation geniuses, and there are countless of them. Even the monks whose realm was on the fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth floors, he had also seen their demeanor from afar. But a strange move like Chen Yijian, he had seen it for the first time in his life. Even before that, he didn't know that the original move could be used like this. In his cognition, and also in the cognition of many people, once the energy released from the body is absolutely impossible to be withdrawn by it again. The reason is simple. Because the strength of the monk is like the rain that falls from the sky. Have you ever seen a scene where rain falls into the world and is taken back to heaven?

The long sword in his hand, although it will not be slashed out of his hand with a single sword, but the situation is not much better. The original blue sword aura had long since dissipated. On the body of the sword like autumn water, there were a few more cobweb-like microcracks at this time. And the old man surnamed Sun, who was holding the long sword, trembled in his right hand, and drops of red blood dripped from his fingers holding the sword. In his eyes full of vicissitudes, looking at the white-clothed young man who was still intact in front of him, the old man suddenly felt a little relieved and a little tired.

It turns out that I am really old!

A long sigh, mixed with but I don't know whether it is more sad or more gratifying. The long sword in his hand was lifted upside down by the old man. Looking at the young man in white clothes, a trace of pleasure flashed in the old man's eyes. He said, "I am not your opponent, and I am not destined to stop you. But I only have one request, and that is that I hope that after you enter the city for a while, you will not have a conflict with General Yang, so it is better not to conflict with him. Because ......"

Speaking of this, the old man deliberately paused before continuing: "In short, they are not the kind of people you think they are. I hope you can promise me!"

Chen Yijian didn't speak, but he still nodded and agreed to the old man's request. However, he suddenly remembered something again, and said directly to the old man: "If they move the people I care about, I will definitely keep them here forever!"

After speaking, Chen Yijian didn't look at the old man's face again. In an instant, the figure disappeared in front of the old man.

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North of the city, City God Temple.

When Mr. Chen arrived, the three-foot-tall and majestic City God had already fallen to the ground. Even this golden body began to show signs of crumbling. As for the civil and military judges, day and night inspectors, and the eight soaps, they have long since fallen apart and become the pile of dust on the ground.

The two men in strange costumes did not make a move on Mr. Chen when they saw him coming. On the contrary, the two of them saluted him very respectfully. opened his mouth and said, "Mr. Chen, I hope you don't pursue this matter. As for the dead people, we will definitely give you an explanation. ”

Old Mr. Chen didn't say anything, just looked at the city god who fell to the ground and only had his last breath left, and couldn't help but sigh. opened his mouth and said: "Although your usual behavior is not very regular, at least you are now for the people of Qucheng, so you have fallen here." Therefore, there are some things that I won't say to you, just let you know in your heart. ”

Then, Mr. Chen turned his gaze to the side again, looked at the pair of dust, and continued: "As for the few of you, I have to say a few words. In terms of your attitude towards the people in the past, this kind of punishment can be regarded as a punishment within the rules. ”

Finally, Mr. Chen looked at the two men and said to them: "Your goal has been achieved, I hope you will stop here and stop harming innocent people." ”

As soon as they heard Mr. Chen's words, a trace of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the two of them. But soon, the two returned to normal, and after glancing at each other, one of them said to Mr. Chen: "The Yin and Yang family has thanked Mr. Chen again, and if there is a chance in the future, I hope that Mr. Chen can come to the cold house as a guest." Here, the two of us will not disturb Mr. Chen. ”

As soon as the words fell, the figures of the two men disappeared in place. As soon as they left on the front foot, Chen Yijian, who came from the back foot, stood beside Mr. Chen. Looking at the City God, who was completely silent, Chen Yijian frowned slightly, and asked Old Mr. Chen, "Old Sir, what's going on?"

Mr. Chen smiled and returned to his usual amiable appearance again. But there was a hint of seriousness in the tone of Chen Yijian's speech. opened his mouth and said: "Don't ask about this matter, for some things, it is always easier to know than to know." ”

Hearing Mr. Chen say this, the curiosity in Chen Yijian's heart, which was originally lost, became more and more intense. But since Mr. Chen has said so, he can't ask anything more. After all, he still respects Mr. Chen very much. Instead, he spoke: "Since the matter here has ended, then the disciple will leave first." If there is a chance to meet in the future, I will catch up with the old gentleman. ”

Mr. Chen nodded and said, "Okay, don't leave it at that!"

After speaking, Chen Yijian's figure disappeared in place again. When he appeared again, he had already come to the Qingshui Building, beside the proprietress of the house. Looking at the anxious face with a look on her face, she was sitting alone on the bench, her eyes were firmly fixed on the boss lady who was in a daze outside the door. Chen Yijian couldn't help but have a warm current flowing through his heart, and the brightest smile bloomed on his face. raised a hand, patted her shoulder gently, and said softly: "Who are you waiting for, you are so affectionate and demented!"