Ren Wuchang was slightly shocked when he saw the sword marks on the ground.
But after carefully sensing the cultivation level of the person in front of him, that hint of surprise turned into disdain.
“You are just a foundation-building student, and you dare to act pretentiously in front of me?” He pulled the black knife out of the spider’s head bit by bit, his eyes sharp as knives: “You have cultivated yourself to the middle stage of foundation-building in this period of time. Your talent is not bad. Why don’t you return to the Black Knife Sect with me? I will forgive you for contradicting me today.”
Chen Huaian has seen people recruiting people into the sect unreasonably.
For example, Jiange was not very reasonable, but no matter how unreasonable they were, they were not as rude as the so-called Black Blade Sect leader in front of them.
He even felt that this man had some serious illness.
"Three eggs, let's go."
Considering that he saved Lin Lingling's life, Chen Huaian didn't want to get entangled any more.
He turned slightly, waved his hand, and signaled Lin Lingling to leave.
However, this move seemed provocative to Ren Wuchang.
fed up.
"You little brat are looking for death!" The wrinkles at the corners of Ren Wuchang's eyes suddenly appeared, and a terrifying murderous aura shrouded his sharp eyes.
He raised his hand, and the knife light burst out from the black scabbard, pointing directly at the back of Chen Huaian.
An obedient person is a good person.
Those who have no respect for the strong will sooner or later bring trouble to the sect. Such people should be sent to see the King of Hell!
"Be careful, Governor!"
Amid Lin Lingling's exclamation.
Chen Huaian, with his back to Ren Wuchang, suddenly became blurred for a moment.
The knife did not hit the target, and Ren Wuchang couldn't understand why.
Shouldn't it be easy to lock down a foundation-building warrior in the Jindan stage?
And in that half second when he was confused.
There was a figure standing at the same level as him on his side.
"You saved her life, and now you want to kill me. We are no longer friends, so... you still have a chance to leave now."
A breeze passed by my eyes.
Ren Wuchang saw a strand of hair floating past his eyes—it was his hair.
At a moment that he had not noticed, the man had already drawn his sword, so fast that he could not see clearly.
He should be alert, should be in awe, should... retreat!
But the blind arrogance brought by the state of mind and the anger in his heart swept away the fear in his heart.
He only replied with one word.
"die--!"
Then he drew his sword and slashed to his side.
A cold snort sounded in my ears.
The gentle breeze passing by my eyes suddenly turned into a strong gale.
The unclear sword light also turned into frost and snow that tore through the darkness at this moment.
“Crack—”
Ren Wuchang retreated several steps, looking in horror at the figure holding a sword in his arms three feet away.
His wrist was shaking, and drops of blood were oozing from his palm. He felt that the hand holding the knife had become much lighter.
He looked down and saw half of a broken blade at his feet.
This person actually broke his knife with one sword?
His knife can be forged from meteorite iron, and it is not made with the crude craftsmanship of modern times.
That is a top-grade magic weapon made using the forging techniques of immortals and various rare materials not available at this time!
땣The only thing that can break a magic weapon into pieces is a spiritual weapon.
Ren Wuchang stared at the sword in the man's arms. The sword was mottled and worn, as if it had been crushed by a huge rock, and was covered with cracks.
Just with this sword, he broke his top-grade magic weapon?
How can this be? !
Ren Wuchang already felt something was wrong with his body.
Based on the principle of being cautious and careful about settling scores later, he had already begun to think about backing down.
However, at this moment.
But the man held the hilt of the sword with one hand and the scabbard with the other, raised his head, and his momentum suddenly increased.
The inky night, wrapped in a sharp murderous intent, rushed towards him, as if a cold big hand was clutching Ren Wuchang's heart.
"This is the second time you have murderous intentions towards me."
The man's figure drifted in the wind.
But the voice came through clearly.
"You, damn it!"
This time Ren Wuchang saw clearly that the man did not draw his sword, but there was a shadow of a white-haired old man behind him.
The old man pulled out two swords from the sword box behind him.
The swords were born strangely, yet one was bright and the other was dark. The two swords were lifted upward, opening and closing widely, as if to wrap the night in their sword energy.
One real and one virtual, two sword lights crossed into a cross and instantly flashed before their eyes.
There were clearly only two sword lights.
Ren Wuchang felt as if he was being cut into pieces.
It’s obvious that these two sword lights are easy to dodge.
However, he felt murderous intent all around him, as if even if he escaped underground, two swords would extend from the soil. Therefore, he could only hold the broken knife in front of him and fill his muscles with spiritual energy, hoping that the protective spiritual energy of the Jindan period would block the sword light.
He has been practicing swordplay since he was young with the intention of mastering it to perfection. Within the Jindan stage, no one's swordplay can rival his black sword.
But how could he understand the sword intent of the Mahayana period?
What's more, Zhang Yibai spent three thousand years of his life at the moment of life and death to comprehend the sword intent of reincarnation.
This sword represents three thousand years of accumulation, three thousand years of understanding, and three thousand years of Zen concentration.
A mere golden elixir, I can’t handle it!
Chen Huaian silently looked at the Black Blade Gatemen who were standing there.
If you want to kill an early Jindan, you have to use your magic skills and dragon form.
At this moment, there are immortals observing from a distance. It is not appropriate to use the latter two, as it will not be easy to cause trouble if it cannot be resolved quickly.
Fortunately, he now has 'Jian Lao'.
Although Zhang Yibai only had a remnant soul left, even if he revealed a little bit of sword intent in the Mahayana period, it would be enough to crush his golden elixir to death.
Three meters away, the light in Ren Wuchang's eyes gradually faded, his hair was turning gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, his strong skin became loose and old, and his hard bones became brittle. Finally, with a gust of wind, it turned into flying ashes and fell into yellow soil on the ground.
"Oh my god! Governor, you are so awesome!"
Lin Lingling witnessed the whole process and gave a thumbs up.
She didn't quite understand, she just knew that Chen Huaian just did that, with almost no effort, and the evil-looking weird uncle was killed.
Chen Huaian slapped Lin Lingling's thumb away, frowned, and said with a fake smile: "Lin Lingling, you have improved, right? You come out to kill monsters without a sword?"
Lin Lingling's face froze, he smiled dryly and looked away, whispering: "Didn't you say that monks should rely on material things... I, I am not trying to emulate the kind of strong, independent, and charming monks you mentioned?"
"Bullshit! I said I don't want to rely on you, but I didn't ask you not to bring it with you!"
Chen Huaian reached out and poked Lin Lingling on the forehead: "You like to pretend, right? Well, I'll let you pretend as much as you want! When you go back later, you will carry 1,000 boxes of swords and run 500 laps around the training ground of the Demon Slayer Division of Province C, shouting 'I'm a fool' as you run!"
Seeing Lin Lingling's face suddenly turn pale, the smile on his face disappeared.
Chen Huaian finally felt relieved.
When he expanded his spiritual consciousness to the surroundings again.
But he found that the several immortals who were originally on the roof had left.
"What the hell are these people doing..."
Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.
Ever since he learned that there were no immortals, he had a villain filter towards these immortals.
I always feel like my opponent is doing something shameful.
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