"Chen'er!" The bald man accidentally struck with a sneak attack. Seeing that the boy in white was about to be hit, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the mouth of the middle-aged man in black. Then, he took one step forward and his figure moved in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the boy in white appeared next to him.
"Roar-"
Almost at the same time, I was shocked to hear the roar of a unicorn, and saw the scorching light of fire. Amidst the bloody flames, a bloody long sword came out of its sheath. As Jiang Chen stepped forward, the man and the sword were instantly connected by blood. It turned into a bloody stream of light and passed straight through the sky.
The middle-aged man in black was extremely fast. He took a breath and grabbed the young man in white by the shoulder, leading him several feet backwards out of thin air. Immediately, the blood sword passed by, and with a soft "puff" sound, hot blood splashed, Throw it in the air.
When the bald man fell to the ground, his eyes were wide open with a look of disbelief. The palm he had just struck with all his strength had clearly reached the young man in white, but the little distance left was still there. It was like a chasm that could never be crossed, cutting off his life and death.
"You dare to kill people from our Tianxiahui, don't you want to live?" Seeing the bald man lying dead, the members of the Tianxiahui were stunned for a while, and suddenly became extremely frightened and angry.
"Wrong, it's not that I don't want to live anymore, it's that you deserve to die." Jiang Chen responded with a chuckle. Then, they saw the light of fire suddenly appearing, and the huge murderous intention swept across the sky and the earth in an instant. , followed by Chi Lin's most bloodthirsty and sharp sword light. The sword light passed across the person's body ruthlessly, causing blood to splash. It was flying in the mid-air, indescribably gorgeous and weird. And ferocious!
"Escape!" As soon as they met, most of the centaurs were killed, and the remaining members of the Tianxiahui Gang were left. At this moment, this was the only thought left in their minds, but they were horrified and inexplicably found that their bodies As if being bound by an invisible force, then, a bloody long sword, with scorching firelight, pierced their bodies, bringing up a burst of blood, scattering across the sky, amidst endless fear, a sound A shrill scream echoed in the dusk wind, which was chilling.
"Young hero, please show mercy!" The middle-aged man in black who rescued the young man in white shouted quickly. However, it was still a step too late. By the time he shouted, the last member of the Tianxiahui Gang had already He fell under Jiang Chen's sword and turned into a corpse.
Returning the sword to its sheath, he slowly turned around, ignoring the killing messages that kept coming to his mind. Jiang Chen looked directly at the middle-aged man in black and said, "Are you also a member of the Tianxiahui?"
"No." The middle-aged man in black shook his head and said: "I just think that with your martial arts skills, young hero, it is not difficult to drive them away. Why do you have to be so cruel?"
"Because they deserve to die." Jiang Chen sneered, then looked at the sword in the white man's hand, and sighed: "What a sword of righteousness in the world, what a pity." As he spoke, he had already turned to that side. The frightened fleeing people shouted: "Why don't you leave quickly!"
"Let's go." Although they knew that Jiang Chen saved him and others, seeing Jiang Chen's ferocious appearance when he killed people, all the people were frightened to death. They wanted to say thank you, but they didn't dare. Hearing Jiang Chen's shout again, they subconsciously followed and left without daring to stay even a little bit.
Jiang Chen originally wanted to leave, but he stayed because he had already met the person he wanted to meet in Leyang Town.
The young man in white waited until the people left safely, and then he politely asked: "Senior, may I ask why you said it was a pity when you talked about the sword in my hand just now?"
"Heroes grow old, and the spirit of the sword is lost." As Jiang Chen spoke, his eyes, with burning eyes, stared straight at the middle-aged man in black: "Unknown senior, do you think so?"
Wuming, Wuming, martial arts myth, Tianjian Wuming, he is the person Jiang Chen wants to meet in Leyang Town. According to legend, this man once defeated the sword master and even killed the ten sects of the Central Plains with one person. The legendary master who destroyed his family, even if he disappeared from the world for ten years, is still remembered by countless people, and still scares countless people!
"Young hero, I'm afraid I've admitted the wrong person. Wuming has been dead for many years. I'm just a nameless person." The middle-aged man in black said calmly: "As for the heroic sword spirit, I think that as long as there are still people in this world, If there is still a trace of righteousness left, the heroic sword spirit will never disappear."
Jiang Chen sneered and said, "The person holding the sword is no longer a hero. How can the sword in his hand be called a hero anymore?" As he spoke, he suddenly exerted his strength, and his energy shook. The young man in white could not hold the sword in his hand. Hearing a long groan, the sword jumped in the air, as if it was spiritual, and suddenly threw it into the hands of the middle-aged man in black.
"Huh?" With a deep groan, the middle-aged man in black took the sword in his hand. Suddenly, the sword made a long sound, and the sword could not help but tremble, as if he wanted to tell something.
"With the Hero Sword in hand, aren't you still nameless?" Jiang Chen sighed: "It's a pity, even if you are Wuming, you can't stop the disappearance of the Hero Sword Spirit. In less than ten years, the Hero Sword will be broken and it will be unstoppable."
Wuming was speechless. He looked at the heroic sword in his hand. Unknowingly, he seemed to hear the sword's wail. Is the heroic sword spirit really about to die
"Do you know why the Heroic Sword Spirit died?" Jiang Chen didn't intend to give Wuming a chance to worry. Jiang Chen immediately sneered, then asked and answered: "It's not because you wantonly killed the masters of the ten sects. It's not because you have withdrawn from the world... but because you have let go of the Japanese pirate army that invaded Shanhaiguan. In the future, they will definitely come back and put the Central Plains China into danger, and even more because you have lost a person. The swordsman has lost his determination and enterprising spirit that a hero should have, so how can the sword survive alone?"
Hearing this, Wuming couldn't help but be surprised for a moment. He didn't expect that Jiang Chen would actually say such words. It's just that the belief that a person firmly holds in his heart cannot be shaken by Jiang Chen's few words. He frowned slightly, and then he responded. Said: "Young hero's words may be right, but they are too much. As the saying goes, you must be merciful and merciful..."
"Ha!" Although Jiang Chen had expected this, when it happened, he couldn't help but chuckle, interrupted Wuming's words, and asked aloud: "Wuming, you want to know, you How did your wife die?"
"Huh?!" After hearing this, Wuming couldn't help but tremble. The deepest wound in his heart was touched, and any detachment would turn him into a devil.
"Come and fight, defeat me, and I will tell you the real culprit who killed your wife back then!" Jiang Chen said coldly, with a touch of madness in his words, and suddenly a flash of fire appeared, a terrifying aura condensed, and he An explosion erupted from his body, accompanied by a faint roar of a terrifying alien beast.
"In that case, I do as you wish." Wuming felt the aura bursting out of Jiang Chen, and responded with a deep voice. Then, the heroic sword in his hand buzzed, as if it came to life, and the majestic sword I mean, the situation is so majestic that it can shake up the world.
"Very good, stop talking nonsense, let's do it now!" Jiang Chen let out a ferocious smile, and flames surged around his body, surging and sweeping across him. With one step, he had already crossed a distance of more than ten feet and arrived at the unknown place. In front of him, as he raised his hand, Chilin unsheathed his sword and thrust it towards Wuming's throat.
Before the edge of the sword arrived, the sword energy poured out with great force, and it had already broken through the air and arrived first. The young man in white next to him couldn't help being horrified when he saw this. Although Jiang Chen's sword was attacking his master, even though he was outside the battle circle, At this moment, he also felt like he was falling into a sea of fire and hell.
"Zheng—"
Feeling the powerful sword from Jiang Chen, Wuming did not dare to neglect. He took a step forward, and a ripple spread quickly from his feet, as if the whole space was shaken. I saw a ruthless sword intent, and the hero's sword suddenly charged forward.
The hero, Chilin, the sacred weapon, only heard a sharp "clang" sound, the two swords clashed, and the terrifying power burst out. It seemed like an instant, but also like a thousand years of time passing by, sweeping up layer by layer, the two sides As soon as the great masters met, they clashed no less than a thousand times, but their endless murderous intent was condensed into a single move.
This is a real battle between masters. The outcome of life and death is actually between one side. Strong or weak, life and death, victory or defeat, all can be decided!