After listening to Chuantian's ridicule and ridicule in person, no matter what, Wang Xingchuan could not act as if nothing had happened. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After an angry snort, another sword stabbed out, and then a sword turned into ten thousand swords, conjuring countless sword shadows.

The sword that Wang Xingchuan stabbed out was completely indistinguishable from the first sword's moves and sword intent. Seeing this, Chuan Tian said in a good time: "Teacher Wang's skills are poor! He actually dares to use the same move against Chuan!"

Wang Xingchuan knew that he was seen through his reality by Chuantian, but he was not so flustered and weak-hearted. Although this move "Rain Hitting Basho" is not the most exquisite move of the Phantom Sword Technique, it can still keep yourself invincible whenever you face someone, even if it is this move before and after. Helplessly, he still learned this trick from the hands of his master and racked his brains, but in fact, he was not as good as Cheng Jin's three-plate axe.

Chuantian's tone was calm, and his movements were not slow at all. The right hand condensed the claw, and before everyone could see what was happening, Chuantian had already grabbed the true body from the thousands of sword shadows.

With a low shout: "Let go!" Wang Xingchuan heeled, and the right hand holding the sword felt as if he had caught a red-hot charcoal fire, and the pain was unbearable, and he finally gave up the long sword. And Chuantian was even more bullied, throwing the long sword out casually, and after losing the sword, his shoulder hit him, and he seemed to have lost the chest of Wang Xingchuan, who was like a soul.

Wang Xingchuan took a few steps back, but Chuantian had already stood still, and said casually: "Teacher Wang should know the inadequacy of his swordsmanship now, right?"

Wang Xingchuan's whole body was shocked, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then pounced and knelt on one knee.

Chuantian moved a step and misplaced the direction in which Wang Xingchuan knelt.

"Master!" the girl named Lingxuan screamed sadly, ran to Wang Xingchuan's face, knelt down, and supported Wang Xingchuan's upper body, which was no longer able to stand upright. The bright red blood not only reddened the snow-white samurai uniform on Wang Xingchuan's chest, but also concave a few inches deep on his chest, which looked extremely shocking.

Wang Xingchuan stretched out his trembling hand, as if he wanted to caress Lingxuan's red face, stretched it halfway, and finally hung down weakly, and said hoarsely: "Find Chen Minghui and avenge me." ”

After that, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and his eyes closed forever.

Lingxuan and her entourage spilled tears, and the crystal tears flowed on the red face, which was like an apple after the rain, clear and exquisite. She clenched her silver teeth, and without saying a word, she drew her long sword, and a beautiful turn jumped in front of Chuantian's body and stabbed Chuantian in the forehead.

Chuantian smiled freely, seeing that the tip of the sword was less than an inch from his forehead, he stretched out his right hand and firmly clamped the long sword with only two fingers. Then he smiled and said, "Is this scene familiar to the girl?"

After a crisp sound, Lingxuan's long sword was shattered into pieces.

This scene is exactly the same as the scene when Chuantian defeated Chen Yihui in the inn before. However, Lingxuan is a female streamer, and Chuantian did not seriously hurt her, and after seeing her stumble a few steps, she said lightly: "There is power, but there is no strength, it is better not to learn to fight injustice." If it affects itself, it will even affect the same family. What's more, what kind of force is the Imperial Sword Pavilion!

This sentence was also said when Chen Yihui was defeated.

The old thing repeated, and Lingxuan was even more grief-stricken. and thought that the reason why there was such a catastrophe was just because there was no one in his eyes, and his tone was arrogant, and he wanted to fight for his good sisters. At this moment, I don't know whether to regret it, or to grieve the tragedy that happened now. I can only witness it, and I don't have any strength to save revenge. The churning of qi and blood was difficult to suppress, and a mouthful of blood was spit out with a wow.

Chuantian was unmoved, and said with a smile: "What else does the girl have to say?" Lingxuan burst into tears, crystal tears mixed with bright red blood, intertwined and complicated on her red face, and cried: "Hello Chuantian!"

Zhang Yan laughed, looked at Ling Xuan's wide angry eyes with interest, and said with a smile: "Zhang Mou bets, girl, you will never be able to stare at these big eyes a little bigger!"

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Qin Xingya suddenly stretched out her jade finger, and a finger wind hit Lingxuan's sleeping hole. I saw Lingxuan tremble, and after using her last strength to look at Chuantian and Zhang Yan, she fainted to the ground. Then Qin Xingya said softly: "If she pushes it any longer, she will lose her mind and go crazy." ”

Chuantian smiled slightly and said indifferently: "It's time for us to hit the road." ”

Zhang Yan deliberately walked at the end, and when he passed by Lingxuan, who had fainted on the ground, he suddenly pulled out a long knife and slashed straight down at Lingxuan's neck. Seeing that the blade reached the body, a warm palm rested on his shoulder. The next moment, Zhang Yan suddenly seemed to be frozen, except for breathing, he couldn't move the slightest, not even blinking. The key is that I don't feel that there is any internal force imprisoning me, I just feel that my body no longer belongs to me, and it is difficult to control any of it. Then a soft, deep voice sounded in his ears: "Be forgiving and forgiving." ”

The next moment, the warm palm left, and Zhang Remnant repeated his freedom. Turning around in shock, there was no one behind him.

As far as the eye can see, the small city gate closest to him is also a hundred feet away. Where the gods were, they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The cold sweat on Zhang Yan's face fluttered down, and he turned his head, except for Chuantian, Qin Xingya and Ye Zhanchen both looked behind him with thoughtful eyes. If he didn't understand everything, he asked Chuantian, and Zhang Yan said with a little fear: "Who is he?"

Hearing this, Chuan Tian smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Since this senior is unwilling to appear in front of us, it is inconvenient for Chuan to reveal his name to show respect. Then Chuantian pointed to Lingxuan on the ground and made a gesture of please: "Brother Zhang can continue." With a knife, she can't worry about losing her heart and going crazy in her life. Zhang Remnant smiled bitterly when he heard this: "How can Zhang still have the guts." Chuantian smiled and said: "This kind of master is a real outsider, and he pays attention to it until the end." Since he did not punish Brother Zhang, even if Brother Zhang did it, he would have no worries. ”

Zhang Yan smiled bitterly again and made a gesture of surrender: "Let's hurry to save Qu Fan." Chuantian smiled slightly, and glanced at Zhang Yu's chest as he turned around. Zhang Yan didn't understand this look, but it was inconvenient to ask Chuantian at this moment. So he followed the last step of the team and left, but he didn't dare to have any killing thoughts about Lingxuan.

Just took a step, and suddenly felt a fall in his arms, Zhang Yan wondered, and reached into his arms. At first glance, I only felt that there was a thin booklet. Zhang Zhan is absolutely sure that this booklet is not his own thing, and he is also sure that before he takes a step, there is no such thing in his arms. Subconsciously took it out, the gray and yellow booklet precipitated the vicissitudes and heaviness of the historical years, and the four sword qi were written on it-Phantom Sword Technique.

Surprised, Zhang Yan turned the title page. After the title page of the general martial arts cheats, there is the general recipe of this martial arts. And the general recipe of the Phantom Sword Technique is only a simple sentence: When I was in the world, all the heroes in the world were pigs and dogs.