Jian Ge ancestor Chen Huaian?

Hearing this name, Lingyu and Lingquan's faces changed drastically.

It's strange that the opponent can easily enter the killing array.

Apart from the elders of the Zhenwu Holy Land, the person they most wanted to meet and thought was the most likely to meet was Chen Huai'an.

But, why did the ancestor of Jian Ge appear here?

They were worried that people from the Zhenwu Holy Land would cause trouble for them because Bai had some connection with the deceased Zhang Yibai.

But Jian Ge's ancestor Chen Huai'an had absolutely no connection with 뀑白, and they had already investigated before taking action.

Wang Bai looked at the figure standing in front of him, his eyes fixed on the black scale sword.

The sword was entangled with the sword intent of yin and yang, one black and one white. It was very similar to the sword intent that Zhang Yibai gave her that year, but it seemed to be more profound.

Although she didn't know the swordsman in front of her, she already had a good impression of him just because he was standing in front of her and because of the familiar sword spirit.

At this time, my vigilance towards strangers instantly dropped by half.

"Sword Pavilion Patriarch Chen Huaian, you have killed many Yaochi elders, your crime can be forgiven, do you still want to stop us from arresting Yaochi's wanted criminals? Are you determined to confront my Yaochi Holy Land?!" Lingyu Zhenren wanted to fight with Chen Huaian.

Even though she was in a state of emptiness.

But at present, no one knows the true strength of Jian Ge's ancestor Chen Huaian.

Chen Huai'an said, the black robe was blurred in the moonlight, like a stroke of ink that was about to float off the rice paper.

His eyes darkened and his fingertips gently stroked the hilt of the sword.

And at some point...it suddenly tightens.

Everything in the world holds its breath, the insects are silent, the strong wind stops, and even the moonlight seems to be frozen in mid-air!

Silence, murder hidden.

Just these words made Yuling and Yuquan, two great cave realm masters, feel a chill down their spines.

"He's going to draw his sword!"

As soon as Master Yuquan finished speaking.

The clanging of swords drowned out her hoarse cries of surprise.

Huh——!

The sword is drawn, the sword intent is silent, the sword force is invisible.

There was only a streak of white light across the sky.

The sword energy tore through the night sky like ten thousand year old ice breaking, revealing its sharp edge.

The afterimage behind Master Yuquan solidified into the appearance of Chen Huaian. The black scale sword was slanting on the ground, and a drop of blood fell from the tip of the sword.

"Kill one person at a time."

A cold voice rang in Yuquan's ears.

"A thousand miles to stay——"

The blood fell to the ground before the body.

The wind passes without leaving a trace, but the sword leaves a trace.

Before Master Yuquan's pupils could shrink, his soul had been torn to pieces by the sword.

She stood still, like a sculpture frozen in the moonlight, and then fell from the air, hitting the ground like a torn sack.

The crowd below dispersed, daring only to look from a distance.

At this time, I saw a bloody mark on Yuquan Zhenren's neck. He was beheaded by a sword.

It stands to reason that even if the old monsters in the Cave Void Realm are broken into pieces, they will die. Their spirits are extremely powerful and they can still fight without their bodies. They can easily seize bodies and revive. But judging from the current situation of Yuquan Zhenren, it is obvious that he is dead.

"What a fast sword!" Yu Ling was saddened by Yu Quan's death.

On the contrary, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes: "I heard that Master Chen Jian is extremely skilled in swordsmanship. I would like to learn from him one day!"

The strength displayed by Chen Huai'an was only at the fifth level of Dongxu Realm, while she was at the third level of Dongxu Realm.

The cave is empty, each realm is a different world.

She killed Chen Huai'an!

Chen Huai'an was too lazy to answer the call, his eyes showed no joy or sadness, as if he had entered sage mode.

The sword was sheathed, but the shadow cast by the moonlight was surrounded by frost.

The seventh sword style: The knight’s way.

Using this sword style will enter a state of calmness, and a killing force field will be formed around the sword holder. In the killing field, the perception of all opponents will be slowed down, and only the sword holder's speed and dodge will reach the extreme - the above is Chen Huai'an's own understanding of the effect of the skill.

Master Yuquan took the lead in attacking. With a flick of his fingertips, the rattan bell on his waist flew out, and a phantom of a small green world emerged behind him.

Boom, boom, boom! The ground shook.

Countless vines broke out of the ground like giant pythons and swept towards Chen Huai'an.

The vines were covered with sharp thorns that flashed with a faint green light. Each thorn was strong enough to pierce through the cultivator's protective qi and was extremely poisonous.

The vines intertwined into a web, and in an instant they had surrounded Chen Huai'an.

"Oh no! The ancestor of Jian Ge is trapped!"

Only when people saw the spreading vines did they know what a net was.

"Why are you still worried about the ancestor of Qijian Pavilion? Is he protecting the demon cultivator?"

"So what?" A monk said, "At least they didn't kill us."

"Go to hell!" Jade Spirit clenched his fists, and the vine net suddenly tightened.

Huh——!

A sword is unsheathed.

Silver rays flashed and intertwined, and the vine net was instantly shattered into pieces, with the broken ends as smooth as a mirror.

A flash of surprise flashed across Yu Ling's eyes, and then she regained her composure.

It's reasonable that the ancestor of Jian Ge is not so easy to kill.

She made seals with her hands and muttered something.

The air around was distorted and the moonlight became hazy and blurry.

"Illusion?" Chen Huaian's voice was quiet, like a pool of stagnant water.

He looked around with cold eyes, only to see the city view gradually become blurred, replaced by an endless sea of ​​vines.

The vine-like python spat out its tongue, weaving through the waves and constantly changing direction, gradually approaching his position. Thousands of vines hung from the sky, countless spikes rose from the ground, and the entire space was occupied by dense and suffocating plants.

Jade Spirit Immortal stood on the Tenghai Lake, his figure transformed into thousands, holding a rattan whip with a cold look in his eyes.

"This old man's is a part that evolved from the small world. It once trapped the Demon Saint for five thousand years. Hehe, I don't know how long it will take Chen Jianzun..."

Yu Ling hadn't finished speaking.

A hint of coldness flashed across Chen Huai'an's eyes.

“It’s all fancy.”

He really couldn't see through the illusion of the Cavernous Realm.

There is no harm in passing.

So what if it's a realm of emptiness?

The Yin-Yang Sword Intentions that he mastered, combined with the Holy Sword Technique of the Green Lotus Sword, were enough for him to break through this illusion with the Five Realms of Great Perfection!

The shadows of the swordsmen in various postures merged into one with Chen Huai'an, and finally froze in the posture of drawing the sword.

"I'll have a drink at Xinling, take off my sword and lay it across my knees!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword was drawn.

Before Jade Spirit Real Person could see Chen Huaian's movements clearly, he only felt the entire sky darken for a moment.

The next second, a dazzling sword light burst out from in front of Xuanyi.

The pale sword energy crossed the ground, like a white mark drawn by ink, and the illusion was instantly shattered into pieces.

All of Lingyu Zhenren's clones vanished into thin air under this sword.

She was the only one left standing there, her eyes full of horror.

"How, how can you... just one sword..."

In a blink of an eye.

The black-robed swordsman is approaching.

Lingyu Zhenren immediately wanted to pull the ancestor of Jian Ge into the small world - although there was a risk of the small world collapsing and damaging the foundation, it was also a killing move in the cave realm. However, she found that her body was extremely slow, and the speed of her spiritual energy circulation, which she was proud of, was completely in line with her brain.

He couldn't even activate the magic weapon to save his life, and could only watch the sword approaching.

놊……

Maybe she was too slow to respond.

And the other party was too fast.

Extreme speed.

Chen Huaian turned his wrist, and the sword blade drew an arc under the moonlight, pointing directly at the center of Lingyu Zhenren's eyebrows.

“You… deserve to die.”

The tip of the sword flashed a cold light and tapped Lingyu Zhenren's forehead.

The magic necklace on Lingyu Zhenren's neck that was shining with precious light was broken, and the spiritual energy shield was crushed into slag by the sword force just after it was formed. A hundred meters behind him, Zuixian Tower exploded and was shattered into pieces by the raging sword energy.

A straight sword mark ran from Lingyu Zhenren's heel to the city gate.

Chen Huai'an put away his sword, and Lingyu Zhenren fell to the ground, dying with his eyes closed.

The moonlight was like water, quietly spreading all around. Everyone was staring in silence at the man in black clothes under the moon.

"I, the younger generation, thank you for saving my life!"

Bai knelt on the ground with both knees, kowtowed and bowed.

If the Jian Ge ancestor takes action one day, she will definitely be captured by Yao Chi.

In that case, my mother would just become a tool for refining Hunyuan Bu in the Yaochi Holy Land.

She might die, or she might be controlled, but there would be no chance of rescuing her mother.

"You are just white?"

"Junior generation." Bai lowered his head.

"My Lord..." Chen Huai'an turned around.

Looking at the girl who was over 28 years old, a kind smile appeared on his face.

"I'm destined to be with you!"

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