On the way back to the inn, Lu Chen kept frowning, always thinking about one thing in his heart.

Zhao Zhenxian, how could he appear in Broken Sword City? Could it be just a coincidence.

It can be seen that he seems to be very familiar with the background of Broken Sword City, could it be that he is also a person from Broken Sword City, what is the purpose of helping himself?

This person has a mysterious background, unfathomable strength, whether he is an enemy or a friend, Lu Chen has never counted in his heart, no matter what, he feels that he is still guarding against the other party.

In today's world, you can't have the heart to harm people, and you can't have the heart to prevent people!

When night fell, a bright moon hung high in the sky, and the silver-gauzy moonlight sprinkled down, enveloping the entire Broken Sword City, like a dream.

The night scene on the street is very noisy, a brilliant light, bustling, pedestrians, bursts of shouting one after another.

From time to time, you can see groups of heavily armed soldiers passing through the streets, maintaining order, and it is rare to see people making trouble, and there is an air of peace.

It can be seen that the people living here should be very happy.

Lu Chen sat on the roof of a high-rise building, silently staring at the direction of the Jade Pavilion, waiting patiently.

Time passed little by little, and in the dead of night, there were not many pedestrians on the streets, and it seemed very quiet.

There were a lot of guests in the Jade Pavilion, all of them were drunk, their faces were full of red light, and they walked upside down, it seemed that the people who came here to drink flower wine were having a great time.

It wasn't until the third watch that Wang Moyang slowly walked out of the Jade Pavilion with a wine jar.

As he walked, he still had words in his mouth: "In the end, it will be a stormy and snowy, showing all kinds of floating and dusty things! There is wine in life, and there is nothing wrong with death! Haha." ”

Halfway down the street, he vaguely saw a black-clothed figure with a silver mask standing at the end of the street, staring at him with cold eyes, and the killing intent pervading the other party's body seemed to be a biting cold wind, making him a spirit.

"It's a pleasure to have a friend from afar!Come, that brother in front, have a drink with me!" Wang Moyang shouted at Lu Chen, who was not far away, carrying the wine jar, and the whole person was very drunk.

Lu Chen snorted lowly, waved his hand, and a demonic purple light instantly lit up on the dark street, and the whole person suddenly turned into an afterimage, slashing at the other party at great speed.

The poignant sword light flashed away!

Wang Moyang didn't seem to have time to resist, he was instantly struck, and he was directly split into two from head to toe, but it was strange that there was no trace of blood flowing out, and the whole person suddenly turned into a mass of inky black water stains, and it fell apart with a 'poof'.

"It's ... Sword Qi Transformed!" Seeing such a scene, Lu Chen lost his voice, and his heart was extremely shocked.

On the street not far away, a strange inky black air flow slowly rolled up like a whirlwind, and then converged out of thin air, slowly forming a figure, and when I looked closely, it was Wang Moyang himself.

It's just that at this moment, he is completely different from the uninhibited demeanor just now, he is holding a dark blue long sword, wearing a blue robe, his expression is cold, and the whole person is filled with a surging evil aura, like a evil god, which makes people feel extremely frightened.

The reason why he was able to dodge Lu Chen's deadly sword just now was because he had cast a profound secret method called 'Sword Qi Transformation Form'.

The transformation of sword qi is an extremely profound kung fu.

As far as Lu Chen knew, the premise of casting this secret method was that his own strength must at least be reached

When he arrived at the Innate True Dan Realm, based on the strong Innate True Yuan, he condensed an illusory body that was exactly the same as himself, and his spiritual power quietly penetrated into the other party's mind, making the other party see that this illusory body was an illusion of himself.

However, this kind of secret method requires extremely high requirements for the manipulation of both innate true elements and spiritual power, so it is extremely difficult for ordinary innate masters to use it.

Wang Moyang was able to perform this secret method, his strength was obvious, and he was definitely a difficult opponent.

"The vision is good, and I actually know that the sword qi transforms!" Wang Moyang said with a cold smile.

Lu Chen turned around and looked at the other party: "It is worthy of being the top killer of the Seven Kills, and his strength is indeed very strong!"

"How do you know my identity?" Hearing Lu Chen say this, Wang Moyang looked extremely surprised, and his heart was even more vigilant.

He had been incognito in Broken Sword City for so long, and he had never known his true identity, but today he was suddenly easily recognized by a mysterious young man, which was not trivial.

Lu Chen stretched out his left hand and said coldly, "It was its owner who told me!" It was a silver ring, and the emerald green gem emitted an intoxicating green light in the moonlight.

When Wang Moyang saw the silver ring on Lu Chen's hand, his brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

The silver ring he saw was a credential for the exclusive members of the 'Seven Kills', and the green gem on it could be clearly seen engraved with the words 'Broken Army' on the inside under the moonlight.

It can be seen that the broken army is afraid that it has already encountered the poisonous hands of the other party.

"Who are you?" Wang Moyang stared at Lu Chen fiercely.

Lu Chen held the Panlong soft sword and pointed at the other party and said, "You should still recognize this sword, right?"

Hearing the other party say this, Wang Moyang noticed the strange purple soft sword in the other party's hand, isn't this the Panlong soft sword that ranks seventeenth on the sword list?

It was the personal sword of the former Peerless Sword Saint, how could it be in the hands of this mysterious young man?

Five years ago, their Seven Killings Organization was ordered to go to Qingzhou Wushuang City, and attacked Lu Zhenxuan, the lord of Wushuang City, in the middle of the night, killing the Lu family without leaving a chicken and dog, and the blood flowed like a river. Then the coiling dragon soft sword disappeared, but he didn't expect to be taken away by the person in front of him.

"Panlong Soft Sword, how can it be in your hand?" After Wang Moyang recognized this sword, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he could no longer keep calm in his heart.

Lu Chen said in a mocking tone: "Guess what, your previous companion has already guessed it, but it's a pity that he has already gone to report to the Netherworld!"

"Are you from Wushuang City?" Wang Moyang said coldly.

Lu Chen sneered: "It seems that you are not stupid, you can still guess my identity, five years ago, you committed a heinous crime in Wushuang City, today I am here to seek revenge from your seven killings! ”

"Did you miss the net in Wushuang City back then? With you, you also want to deal with the Seven Killings?" Wang Moyang's eyes surged, and he roared, and the whole person was like a bolt of lightning, flashing four times in a row on the street, rushing towards Lu Chen at great speed.

brush, a dark cyan sword light slashed at him, and the air fluctuated violently.

Lu Chen had already guarded against the other party, and instantly held the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword and quickly swung it over.

Bang!

sounded, the moment the coiling dragon soft sword touched the opponent's sword, it was like a poisonous snake winding past, and the tip of the sword strangely stabbed around the sword body to the opponent's throat.

Wang Moyang only felt that his scalp was numb, his neck twisted strangely, and he narrowly avoided the fatal sword.

"Can you hide?" Lu Chen sneered secretly, and with a flick of his wrist, the soft sword that had been stabbed quickly slashed over.

He had been cultivating the soft sword for so long, and his luck technique had already reached a very high level.

Especially in hand-to-hand combat, the Panlong Soft Sword is even more magical and handy.

Wang Moyang stepped a little to the ground, and quickly retreated, but he was still lightly hit in the neck by the coiling dragon soft sword, cutting a bloody small wound.

Fortunately, he dodged just in time, otherwise, his entire neck would have been cut off.

The Coiling Dragon Soft Sword is not an ordinary sword, the material is extremely high, made of extremely rare purple light cold iron, not only as thin as a cicada's wings, but also flexible to a terrifying level.

It can bend at will, like a venomous snake that is as soft as a boneless.

It can be wound and winded, it is impossible to prevent it, and it is unpredictable!

Being able to rank seventeenth on the sword list is not groundless.

"Why, are you afraid, I'm really ashamed of the name of your seven killings!" Lu Chen taunted his opponent, waved his hand and shook the dragon soft sword, pop, blood beads splashed down, and it looked exceptionally clear in the quiet street!

Wang Moyang stared coldly at the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword, and said indifferently: "You want to provoke me, dream! Don't think that if you take a small advantage, you will get carried away!"

"Hmph, you're dying, what's there to be arrogant about!" Lu Chen hit the other party unceremoniously.

Wang Moyang snorted in a low voice: "It's not certain who will kill the deer, what are you proud of!" The whole person flashed like a ghost, rushing towards Lu Chen like lightning, and the ink-blue sword suddenly slashed towards Lu Chen like a storm.

"It's hard, who's afraid of whom!" Lu Chen sneered, and his figure flickered, and then he rushed over quickly, and the Coiling Dragon Divine Sword stabbed at the other party like a torrential rain.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom

The moment the two sides touched, a dazzling spark suddenly erupted in the street, and the piercing sound of impact continued to sound.

One rushes forward frantically, the other retreats at great speed.

Everywhere the two went, fierce sword qi swept through the shops on both sides, and those wooden windows and doors burst open one after another as if they were paper-paste, splitting apart, making a lot of noise in the quiet streets.

It was Wang Moyang who rushed forward frantically, and Lu Chen was the one who retreated.

Of course, his retreat was not suppressed by Wang Moyang.

It's just that the momentum of the enemy's outbreak is too strong, and Lu Chen is just taking advantage of the situation to unload the force, skillfully weakening the power transmitted by the opponent's sword blade.

The Panlong Soft Sword pays attention to weirdness and changeability, and it is hard to hit hard in the way of ordinary swords, which is indeed not dominant!

After fighting repeatedly, he realized that Wang Moyang was not as easy to deal with as he imagined.

Especially the other party's swordsmanship, he is simply unheard of, one move and one style is like a stroke in calligraphy, full of a natural artistic conception.

It was as if he was standing in front of him not as a swordsman, but as if he had been immersed in calligraphy for decades.

One move and one style, the clouds and flowing water are unfolded, like an iron painting silver hook, little by little, it looks vigorous and powerful, and Lu Chen can't find the slightest flaw at all.

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