After Zhang Ziwu ran out for about dozens of breaths, he felt the turbid breath belonging to the Yin Mountain, which dissipated, and he was shocked.

Although in his heart he had overestimated Su Changan's strength as much as possible, he never imagined that a master of the Soul Guarding Realm would die so easily in the hands of that young man.

The horror in his heart was even worse, and cold sweat kept leaving on his forehead.

For the first time, he felt death in himself so close.

But he didn't want to die.

Yes, no one wants to die.

The ants are still stealing their lives, not to mention that he, the court lieutenant of the Great Wei, one of the Nine Qings, is in a high position.

There is still a lot of money waiting for him to squander, and countless beauties waiting for him to pamper.

How could he die here?

With such unwillingness, on the verge of life and death, his potential was exerted to the extreme.

His speed was a little faster again, and faintly, he seemed to see a glimmer of light in front of him, he knew that there was the end of Su Chang'an's domain, and as long as he got out of his domain, found the right direction, and escaped from Tianlan, then Su Changan would inevitably have some scruples.

Thinking like this, his heart swelled with urgency.

It's like a drowning person who finally grasps the straw that saves his life, even if he only sees a little hope, but he doesn't want to let go.

But the young man behind him didn't mean to let him go in the slightest.

Although he was running with all his might, the glimmer of light in the distance was getting farther and farther away, and he knew that this meant that Su Changan was moving closer to him. The fear in his heart gradually turned to despair.

Finally, as if he remembered something, the expression on his face was cloudy for a while, and he finally made a decision.

As soon as his thoughts moved, the spiritual power in his body began to operate in his meridians according to some strange trajectory, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed a few points at that moment, and the speed was four or five percent faster. The distance between him and the young man behind him gradually began to widen, and the light appeared in front of his eyes again.

But there was no lack of joy in his heart.

It was a secret method that he had discovered from an alien during his interrogation.

This kind of secret method can improve a person's cultivation in a short period of time, but the subsequent suffering is a drop in the realm, and even if it is not good to recuperate, there will be many incurable diseases left behind.

If it weren't for the fact that this was the last resort, he wouldn't have used this secret method.

After all, people have to live, and when they die, there is nothing.

He comforted himself so much, and the mustache at the corner of his mouth shook violently.

Su Changan's brows furrowed.

He looked at the figure that he had gradually begun to catch up, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. I secretly sighed in my heart that I had miscalculated, and I couldn't imagine that this Zhang Ziwu still had such ability.

But, as said before, those who enter the heavens today must not leave a living mouth.

Thinking of this, he actually stopped, no longer chasing the figure that was about to disappear.

"Shake the light!"

Suddenly, he let out another soft shout, and the last of the seven stars in the night sky began to flicker violently.

Although its light was not as dazzling as that of Yu Heng, it was much brighter than the other five stars.

These are the only two moves he has comprehended in his domain named Tianlan, one move has destroyed hundreds of Fanchen monks, and the remaining move was originally intended to be reserved for Ma Anyan, who has the highest cultivation among the three, but now that Zhang Ziwu is about to escape, he naturally can't take care of much.

And as his words fell, the treasure knife in his hand was in nine difficulties, and there was a clear sound.

Since it flew out of his hand at this moment.

Then a vague humanoid figure appeared, gripping the long knife.

The figure turned to look at Su Changan, as if smiling at him.

Su Changan smiled back.

Then, the figure jumped high, and the snow-white sword body shone brightly.

That sword was like a god descending to earth, and Shura was cut out like a mortal.

It's like that year, the swordsman on that snowy night.

Zhang Ziwu's running figure came to an abrupt end at that moment.

A vague line of blood emerged from the center of his brow, then straight as a pit viper toward his voice.

His eyes were full of horror, and he turned his head as if he was about to say something, but his voice rang out, and a muffled sound flickered. His body halved in half along the line of blood.

After doing this, Su Changan's face instantly became sluggish.

And he was no longer able to maintain the pitch-black realm called Tianlan, and he only needed to converge from the outside in an instant.

The winter sun shone again, and the Tianlan courtyard was full of flesh and blood.

A hint of discomfort flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He looked up and saw Ma Anyan's figure, which was sweeping in the direction of the gate of Tianlan Courtyard.

Ma Anyan was naturally very surprised.

The aura of the two masters of the Soul Guarding Realm dissipated like this, and it was a boy who killed them who was no more than seventeen years old and could not cultivate to the earth spirit.

But fortunately, Su Chang'an's realm finally dispersed.

He didn't have time to think about the reason, his heart was already filled with fear at this moment.

This time, he found the direction of the gate of Tianlan Courtyard, and the distance from him was only a hundred zhang, and with his cultivation, he could get there in only five or six breaths. And the young man behind him didn't seem to have any intention of chasing after him.

His brow sank, and his spiritual power was about to run.

He knew that as long as he left the gate of Tianlan Courtyard, he would be safe. At that time, as long as they report to the above and come with stronger people, then the inheritance of Tianlan Academy will all fall into the hands of their Kunwu Academy.

Thinking of this, he had arrived at the door of Tianlan Temple. A hint of joy finally crept up on his brow at this moment.

He knew that as long as he pushed the door open, what was waiting for him was the endless inheritance of Tianlan Academy and the reward from Kunwu Academy. At that time, Mo Shuo asked, if he was lucky enough to go to the legendary Heavenly Dao Pavilion, maybe the Star Death would not be as far away as he imagined.

Su Changan was naturally very anxious.

He must not be willing to let Ma Anyan go like this.

If he dies here, Su Changan will have enough time to prepare a lot of things.

But if he escaped, not only would he invite more trouble, but with such a delicate situation in Chang'an, as long as he said something, he would inevitably be used as a handle by those enemies of Tianlan Academy. At that time, Su Changan will have all kinds of skills, and it will be useless in front of the behemoth of Great Wei.

But his shaking light had almost exhausted all of his spiritual power. Even if he gathers the only remaining spiritual power now and slashes out, without the blessing of the realm, let alone hurting Ma Anyan, it is almost impossible to catch up with his fleeing figure.

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For this reason, he was very helpless and unwilling. I could only watch, and the man pushed open the courtyard door of Tianlan Courtyard.

"Could it really be that the sky is going to kill me. He thought to himself with a wry smile.

But at this time, a sudden change occurred.

Ma Anyan's footsteps outward suddenly stopped.

Then a sword came out of his back.

His face was full of unwillingness, but his body was supported by the owner of the sword, and he retreated step by step to Tianlan Courtyard.

And Su Changan also saw the appearance of the owner of the sword clearly at this time.

Dressed in green clothes, with black hair, a face that captivates the country and the city, and a pair of cold eyes that are dust-free.

"Qingluan," he called. But the limbs and bones in his body were transmitted at this time, and he finally couldn't cheer up his spirits, and his eyes were dark, and he fell heavily into the flesh and blood all over the ground.