Can Ren always feels that he is not himself when he holds the sword. The feeling of being able to clearly feel the fluctuations of all the "emotions" around him is very strange.

It is different from the tranquility when practicing swords or practicing piano in a daze. When holding a sword, all the changes around you are reflected in your mind, in order to make the sword in your hand more effective and quick to achieve the purpose of killing.

Leaving the horse's back, Can Ren and Lan Fengchen were as good as fish in water. Their light skills were definitely not comparable to those of soldiers. Fighting immediately and fighting on the battlefield was always completely different from others, especially light skills. Except for those in the martial arts world, few people can practice extremely skillful.

Of course, there are exceptions for clever thieves and thieves.

The flying flow down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way fell to the sky. What a spectacular view it was? Can Ren and Lan Fengchen saw a waterfall for the first time, especially such a spectacular waterfall. Both of them couldn't help but stop, and there were also Qianruo.

Although Qianruo and Lan Fengchen looked exactly the same, their reactions were completely different at this moment. Lan Fengchen was as cruel as he was intoxicated by the surrounding scenery, but Qianruo was still admiring it. After a moment, what interested Qianruo even more was the intoxicating expressions of the two.

"The day has arrived, you are free." Can Ren didn't look at Qian Ruo, and said softly while washing the stains on his body with clear water. Lan Fengchen turned his head, stared at Qian Ruo with complicated eyes for a while, and said softly, "Goodbye." Qian Ruo smiled sweetly.

"Sister, why don't you recognize me as a sister?" Qianruo asked softly with a smile on his head. Lan Fengchen's body trembled slightly, "Sister, you actually know..." Qianruo looked very calm and had a very gentle attitude. He took a few steps forward and gently hugged Lan Fengchen.

He took a deep breath like the fragrance of Lan Fengchen's body, "Farewell is about to come, sister, I'm very happy to see you. When I heard my father mention it since I was a child, I have been wondering, sister, what kind of person do you look like, and whether you like me, sister..."

Lan Fengchen showed a foolish look, not knowing what he was thinking. Qianruo walked step by step towards the distance, and that direction was where the pursuers who searched for the three people in Shangqing Kingdom, and it was also Qianruo's absolutely safe destination. When Qianruo was about to enter the forest, Lan Fengchen suddenly came to his senses, with anxiety and excitement in his tone.

"Sister, my sister has always wanted to see you. So, at that time, even Prince Qin did not care about the orders. I knew that you were there, and my sister liked you very much!"

Qianruo stopped and turned around, stared at Lan Fengchen for a while, and said with a happy smile, "Sister, I felt that I had grown up at that time and wanted to find you. But later I learned that you had gone to Chenliu, so I took a few more guards to Chenliu."

"You don't understand their intentions. But we will meet again soon, sister..." Qianruo's figure disappeared in the forest with the last words. Lan Fengchen wiped away the tears on his face and cleaned up his emotions. Can Ren, who was standing beside him, had already jumped into the torrent. Can Ren really felt that he was too dirty.

Canren has no interest in pursuing the relationship between the two and the things behind them.

The atmosphere was gradually calm, if there were no other people.

But with that, Lan Fengchen's attention was attracted. He was a man in the world. The purple and white clothing itself seemed mysterious and arrogant. There were not many sects with arrogant capital in the world. To be precise, there were only two. The one wearing this color clothing was the Zixiao Sword Sect.

The Huashan Sect originally had arrogance capital, but that has happened for thousands of years. Since the legend of undefeating, the Huashan Sect has almost never had any figures in the Fengyun River, but the Zixiao Sword Sect is different from the Lingjiu Palace. The heads of each generation are almost the masters of the Fengyun River.

They do have reasons and capital for being arrogant.

The man in the lead looked surprisingly cold, not only looking at Lan Fengchen, but also treating his fellow disciples around him, as if there was no existence in everything in the world worthy of his attention.

The man's eyes turned to the Chixiao Sword placed by Can Ren on the shore. The man's expression finally moved. A woman beside the man said, "That man is not the little prince Fengliu, but I have seen it." Can Ren finally got up lazily from the water, stretched out his left hand and tightened his scabbard, as if telling others that this sword is mine.

"Since it is not in the hands of the little prince Fengliu, it should come back." The man's tone was still cold. As he spoke, he had already made an unquestionable decision for Chi Xiao's whereabouts. So the two men moved, and their bodies flashed rapidly towards Jian Ren, and one of them wanted to reach out to get the sword.

The man did not catch it, so Can Ren retreated and avoided the man's grab. Another man drew his sword and unsheathed the scab. The purple-white sword energy brought up an extremely fast arc and stabbed towards Can Ren's empty door without any unnecessary changes. This sword was not dazzling at all, but extremely fast!

The Zixiao Sword Sect itself has a wide variety of sword techniques. According to legend, the myth of the wife of the founder of the Zixiao Sword Sect has the myth of the past martial arts of various sects. After ascending, they all remained in the Zixiao Sword Sect. Therefore, the martial arts system in the sect was extremely complicated since the Zixiao Sword Sect started several years ago.

However, the martial arts learned by the leaders of all generations are either myths and legends or justice legends. In other words, they have always been the martial arts of this sect, and the Northern Luo Zixiao Jue is even more of the secret skills. It is said that few can practice successfully.

More leaders practice the Beiluo Zixiao Sword, second only to Beiluo Zixiao Jue, which is also a killing martial art, and it is an extremely terrifying killing sword technique. As long as you practice to a certain level, the purpose of making the swordsman draw the sword is just to kill people.

The man who drew his sword was of course a master of the Zixiao Sword Sect, and the purpose of drawing the sword was of course to kill people.

Therefore, Can Ren had no choice but to draw the sword, and Can Ren could only kill him. The silver sword light suddenly lit up. The Chi Xiao in Can Ren's hand was a little faster than the purple-white sword light. He first penetrated the opponent's throat. The cold sword energy rushed into the opponent's body wildly, completely shattering the meridians in the opponent's body.

The man who took action first fell to the ground weakly, his eyes wide open, the sword in his hand was still tightly clasped, and blood splattered out of his throat, dyeing a small piece of ground bright red in a moment.

The man who reached out to grab the sword and failed, looked surprised in his eyes. Then, he drew his sword and made a move. The sword body was covered with a beating purple flame without causing any sound of wind. He stabbed straight at Canren's throat with one sword. Another man rushed to almost the same time, his eyes were as cold as the cold light of the sword blade, tilted his body, and stabbed towards Canren's heart from bottom to top.

The Chixiao sword moved again, bringing up a huge silver arc sword energy, slashing out hard, cutting one's throat and piercing the other's heart. The two swords were still tense and were about two inches away, but the owners of the two swords were no longer able to continue to activate the sword to advance.

In a blink of an eye, two more corpses were added to the ground.

"It is really surprising that the descendants of the Can't Sword of the Northern Luo Zixiao: Can't meet the descendants of the Can't Sword in such a place. The Can't Sword has always been from the Zixiao Sword Sect. Since the Zixiao Sword falls in your hands, I don't need to take it back. However, I really want to see the Can't Sword, so let's fight for a sword."

The man who looked like a head actually had a bit of respect in his tone. He slowly pulled out the sword of his waist with his right hand, and the sword body was narrow, as if covered with a layer of frost. "This sword is called Zixiao Fantasy Sword, you must have heard of it." Can Ren had indeed heard of it. The second magic weapon used after the legend of righteousness became famous was completely the same as the characteristics of the Chixiao material in Can Ren's hand. The only difference is that it is more ruthless and faster!
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