If you want to say that the most incredible people in the convoy, you can't say that Lu Chen, the disciples of the Sword Sect, should be Jia Fu, who has been following Jia Tianpeng for nearly ten years, he didn't expect that he would come over all the way, and the escort turned out to be a strange young man who had never been masked, and the other party was also a terrifyingly strong innate powerhouse.

"Steward Jia, I've worked hard along the way!" Zhao Zhenxian came to Jia Fu's side and said with a warm smile.

With the support of his daughter Jia Qing, Jia Fu looked at the black-robed young man in front of him with an extraordinary bearing and handsome appearance, and said with a stunned expression: "I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

"Contemptible Zhao Zhenxian, is a good friend of your master Jia Tianpeng, this time he entrusted to help, you should know that his current situation is very troublesome, and he needs to solve a lot of things, so he set off in advance and entered Yangzhou, let me impersonate and divert the attention of some people, so to speak, you should understand!" The black-robed young man said gently, exuding a kind of superior nobility, as if standing there there was a royal authority emanating from it, and his elegant temperament was impressive.

Jia Fu nodded, his expression showing tiredness: "So that's the case, I understand, since the master has arranged it like this, he has his own reasons, and I, as a subordinate, won't say anything!"

"That's good, the matter has come to this, you can go back and report what happened here to Jia Tianpeng truthfully, I promised him that I have done it, and I hope he will keep his promise!" said the black-robed young man with a solemn face.

When Jia Fu heard this, he pondered for a while and said, "Old man understands, I will definitely bring all of Your Excellency's words when the time comes!"

"Well, then I'll leave first!" The black-robed young man nodded with a smile, turned around and slowly walked in front of Lu Chen and his party, clasped his fists and said softly: "Everyone, there will be a period later!"

Lu Chen and his party were a little frightened, and immediately hugged their fists: "There will be a period later!" A congenital powerhouse greeted them so politely, without putting on a superior stand, which was already very face-saving for them, and they should feel very honored as acquired martial artists.

The black-robed young man smiled, then turned slightly and whistled lightly at the other side of the river.

Yo, a huge bird figure flew up from the end of the mountain, and a phantom swept through the sky at great speed, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the black-robed young man, stirring up a place of snow.

The birds came out too suddenly, Lu Chen just felt a gust of wind coming, and in a blink of an eye, he saw a behemoth landing in front of them, and the flying snow hit their faces, almost blowing them away.

When they saw the true body of this behemoth, they were stunned to find that it was a huge bird-like demon beast, with a silver and white body, shining, only a tuft of golden feathers on its forehead, exuding the domineering spirit of the demon beast king, and a pair of fist-sized sharp eyes were full of gloomy color to look at them, as if they had met a delicious prey, which made people can't help but feel creepy.

"What a big eagle!" Murong Ziyun said in surprise.

"This is not an eagle-like demon beast, this is a golden-crowned snow eagle, an extremely terrifying kind of flying bird demon beast, second only to our sect's Qingluan Divine Beast in fame!"

The black-robed young man jumped up, gracefully landed on the spacious back of the golden-crowned snow sculpture, looked back and laughed softly: "This good man has good eyesight, he can actually know this golden-crowned snow sculpture, everyone, forgive me not far away!" After speaking, he touched the head of the mount under him, and the golden-crowned snow sculpture raised its head and let out a hiss, waved its wings, and then turned into a phantom and swept into the sky, disappearing into the sky in a blink of an eye, and the speed was terrifying.

"It's so fast!" Looking at the figure that was extremely fast away, Murong Ziyun exclaimed. She knows very well that there are many demon beasts living all over the land of Kyushu, just like the strong among human beings, and demon beasts are also strong and weak, and it is impossible for anyone who has heard of the name of this snow-crowned golden eagle not to know its terrible.

Especially in terms of speed, it definitely belongs to the top five existences among the birds and monsters. It should be slightly worse than the Qingluan God of the Sword Sect, the Qingluan Divine Beast was still hundreds of years ago, when the previous generation of Sword Sect Sect Sect Masters broke into the world in the early years, they met by chance in the Honghuang Forest, and then got along day and night for more than ten years before they were brought back to the Sword Sect to raise them, and they were offered as mountain protection beasts by the disciples of the Sword Sect, and they had a very high status.

"Who is this Zhao Zhenxian, who can actually beat the famous demon monk in Kyushu to flee in a hurry, if you don't see it with your own eyes, it's really unimaginable, we have gone all the way, and we have actually protected an innate powerhouse with supreme strength!" Looking at the place where the black-robed young man in the sky disappeared, Lu Chen showed deep thought. He has come into contact with many innate powerhouses, but this is the first time he has truly seen innate powerhouses fighting each other.

The feeling of hearing and witnessing it are completely different things, the terrifying strength of the innate powerhouse really can't be compared with the acquired martial artist, if it weren't for this black-robed young man just now, with the strength of the demon monk, he can definitely kill them without leaving a chicken and dog!

Seeing the scene of the fierce battle between these two masters, Lu Chen discovered for the first time that the strength of the innate powerhouse was far beyond his imagination, and it was estimated that it would be easier for a powerhouse of this level to kill him than to pinch an ant to death. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of his father's killer, the notorious 'Seven Killings' organization in the Kyushu Continent.

It is a killer group formed by the seven innate powerhouses, and each of them has their own stunts, a single innate powerhouse is already terrifying enough, once the seven join forces, they are invincible and invincible. As soon as he thought of dealing with these seven innate powerhouses in the future, he couldn't help but feel a heavy pressure, which made him panic in his heart.

At this time, Steward Jia Fu came to Lu Chen, the disciples of the Sword Sect, with an apologetic face: "Everyone, you have worked hard along the way!"

Lu Chen came back to his senses and said loudly: "Don't get in the way, this is the duty of our Sword Sect disciples, and the housekeeper doesn't have to take it to heart!"

The housekeeper said solemnly: "The matter has reached this status, and the old man didn't expect it, everyone, please bear with me." The disciples of the Sword Sect do their best to do things for my master, and they really have the demeanor of the eight major sects, Jia Mou keeps it in mind, and he will definitely report it truthfully, everyone can rest assured!"

"The housekeeper is serious, and the responsibility is not to be taken to heart. At this point, our mission is over, we should go back to resume our lives, so we will leave first!" Lu Chen arched his hand, turned around and led everyone away.

Jia Fu hugged his fists, watched them leave, looked at Lu Chen's back, and then thought about what happened to his son Jia Tao, and couldn't help but sigh for a while, the world is full of states, and the world is impermanent!

Now that the task arranged by the sect master has been completed, there is no need for Lu Chen and his party to rush away, before dark, they entered a small place called Baishi Town, and found an inn called 'Qingyuan Building' to settle down, they have been tired for too long these days, their minds are tense, and it is time to relax.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the fine salt-like snow particles are sprinkled and falling, little by little on the streets and roofs, and soon a layer of snow accumulates, and when the wind blows, the snowflakes fly all over the sky, shrouding Baishi Town in a layer of fantastic snow, looking at it from a distance, hazy, there is a kind of poetic artistic conception.

In the dim light, Lu Chen pushed open the doors and windows of the inn and looked at the snowflakes falling outside, feeling extremely peaceful. It was as if there were countless distracting thoughts flying in his heart, making a mess, reflecting the snow scene outside, turning into dust and falling down, which was clear at a glance, making him see his sword path more thoroughly.

"Fierce wind, misty snow, lonely night!" Lu Chen looked at the scenery outside the window and murmured in a low voice, his mood was suddenly touched by something, which made him feel excited, and he had a unique feeling in the face of this seemingly ordinary snow scene.

He turned around and carried a soft sword directly down from the window, falling into the roof of an attic, the whole person stood with a sword, closed his eyes and carefully felt the cold feeling of the snowflakes falling on his face, the biting cold wind tore his robe and hunted, and a few strands of bangs on his forehead flew with the wind.

"The snow that is not stained with dust covers all the sins and dirt of the heavens and the earth, just to put a new layer of snow-white clothes on the vast heaven and earth, decorate all things, and retain this unique color. What a beautiful artistic conception!" Lu Chen muttered to himself, holding the soft sword and waving it uncontrollably.

He didn't practice any swordsmanship, he just swung as he wanted, splitting, rolling, shaking, pointing, stabbing, and one move was very ordinary.

Every time the sword was swung, the sword left a bleak sword light in mid-air, and the pace swirled, like a sword dance, which was very beautiful.

At the beginning, his swordsmanship was still very ordinary, but as time went by, the soft sword in his hand had a trace of ethereal, lonely and cold connotation, which seemed to be poignant and moving, but it was really a hidden murderous intention.

In vain, a gust of cold wind hit, rolling up the sky and flying snow, and it was lifted in the air.

Seeing this poignant scene, Lu Chen immediately stopped the soft sword in his hand, and stared at the place where the snowflakes were flying, as if something had deeply attracted him.

"This feeling, can't it be...!" Lu Chen looked at it for a long time before he suddenly came back to his senses, and his eyes suddenly lit up, as if the fog blocking him had been removed, and it disappeared in an instant, as if something made him suddenly brighten.

He held the soft sword and raised it lightly, as if a gust of wind swept through the snow, the sword intent was ethereal, and countless internal forces gushed out, sweeping the open space in front of him.

Puff, puff, puff... Countless sword marks appeared on the snow like a grid, crisscrossing and clearly visible.

"Sure enough, that's the feeling!" Lu Chen's cold face showed a knowing smile, after watching the snow scene for so long, he finally realized this ethereal sword, and the efforts of most of the night really had some effect.