On the way back to the inn, Lu Chen kept frowning, thinking about one thing.
How could Zhao Zhenxian appear in Broken Sword City? Is it just a coincidence?
It can be seen that he seems to be very familiar with the background of Broken Sword City. Could it be that he is also from Broken Sword City, so what is the purpose of helping him?
This person's origins are mysterious and his strength is unpredictable. Whether he is an enemy or a friend, Lu Chen has never figured it out. No matter what, he feels that it is better to be on guard against him.
In today's world, you must not have the intention to harm others, and you must have the intention to guard against others!
As night falls, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the silvery moonlight shines down, covering the entire Broken Sword City like a dream.
The night scene on the street is very busy, with bright lights, bustling people, and an endless stream of pedestrians, with bursts of shouts coming and going.
Groups of heavily armed soldiers can often be seen passing through the streets to maintain order. It is rare to see anyone making trouble, and the atmosphere is peaceful.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
It can be seen from this that the people living here should be very happy.
Lu Chen sat on the roof of a tall building, staring silently in the direction of Jade Man Pavilion, waiting patiently.
Time passed little by little, and in the dead of night, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and it seemed very quiet.
Many guests came out of Jade Man Pavilion. They were all drunk, their faces were red, and they were walking unsteadily. It seemed that everyone who came here to drink flower wine was having a great time.
It wasn't until the middle of the night that Wang Moyang slowly walked out of the Jade Man Pavilion carrying a wine jar.
As he walked, he muttered something: "It will be a romantic affair in the end, showing all kinds of worldly affairs! There is wine in life, so what's the point of death! Haha."
Halfway down the street, he vaguely saw a figure in black with a silver mask standing at the end of the street, staring at him with cold eyes. The murderous intent on the other person was like a biting cold wind, which made him
He was so excited.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"It's great to have friends from far away! Come on, brother in front, have a drink with me!" Wang Moyang shouted to Lu Chen, who was not far away, holding a wine jar, looking very drunk.
Lu Chen hummed, waved his hand, and a strange purple light suddenly lit up on the dark street. His whole body suddenly turned into an afterimage and struck at the opponent.
Brush! The beautiful sword light flashed away!
Wang Moyang seemed to have no time to resist, and was struck instantly, split in two from head to toe. However, strangely, no trace of blood flowed out. The whole person suddenly turned into a mass of ink-black water stains, which disintegrated with a 'pop' sound.
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"This is...the sword energy taking shape!" Seeing such a scene, Lu Chen lost his voice and seemed extremely shocked.
Phew! On the street not far away, a strange jet-black air flow slowly rolled up like a whirlwind, and then gathered out of thin air, slowly forming a figure. A closer look revealed that it was Wang Moyang himself.&1t;i>&1t;/i
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It's just that at this moment, he is completely different from the bohemian demeanor just now. He is holding a dark blue sword and wearing a green robe. His expression is cold, and his whole person is filled with surging evil spirit, like an evil god, which makes people feel extremely frightened.
fear.
The reason why he was able to avoid Lu Chen's fatal sword just now was because he used a profound secret method called 'Sword Qi Transformation'.
The transformation of sword energy into form is an extremely advanced skill.
As far as Lu Chen knows, the prerequisite for using this secret technique is that one's own strength must be at least
When he reaches the Xiantian Realm Realm, based on the rich Xiantian True Yuan, he condenses an illusory body exactly like his own, and his spiritual power quietly penetrates into the other person's mind, making the other person see that this illusory body is his own illusion.
However, this secret method requires extremely high requirements for the manipulation of both innate true energy and spiritual power, so it is extremely difficult for ordinary innate masters to use it.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Wang Moyang is able to use this secret technique. His strength is obvious and he is definitely a difficult opponent.
"You have good eyesight, and you actually know how to transform sword energy into shape!" Wang Moyang said with a cold smile.
Lu Chen turned around and looked at the opponent: "He is indeed the top killer of Seven Kills, he is indeed very strong!"
"How do you know my identity?" Wang Moyang looked extremely surprised when he heard what Lu Chen said, and he became even more wary.
He had been incognito in Broken Sword City for so long, and his true identity had never been known, but today he was suddenly discovered by a mysterious young man with ease. This was a big surprise.
Lu Chen stretched out his left hand and said coldly: "Its owner told me!" It was a silver ring, and the emerald green gem exuded an intoxicating green light under the moonlight.
When Wang Moyang saw the silver ring on Lu Chen's hand, he frowned slightly and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
The silver ring he saw was an exclusive certificate for members of the Seven Kills. Under the moonlight, the green gemstone on it could clearly see the word "Pojun" engraved on the inside.
It can be seen from this that Po Jun may have encountered the opponent's poisonous hands.
"Who are you?" Wang Moyang stared at Lu Chen with sharp eyes.
Lu Chen held the Panlong Soft Sword and pointed it at the other party: "You should still recognize this sword, right?"
Hearing what the other party said, Wang Moyang noticed the strange purple soft sword in the other party's hand. Isn't this the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword ranked seventeenth on the sword list?
That was the personal sword of the unparalleled swordsman in the past. How could it be in the hands of this mysterious young man?
Five years ago, their Seven Killers organization was ordered to go to Wushuang City in Qingzhou, and sneak attack Lu Zhenxuan, the lord of Wushuang City, in the middle of the night, killing all the members of the six families, and blood flowed into rivers. Then the Panlong Soft Sword disappeared, and unexpectedly he was tossed and turned.
The fold was actually taken away by the person in front of me.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"Panlong Soft Sword, why is it in your hand?" After Wang Moyang recognized the sword, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he could no longer remain calm in his heart.
Lu Chen said in a joking tone: "Guess, your previous companion has already guessed it, but unfortunately he has already reported to the underworld!"
"Are you from Wushuang City?" Wang Moyang said coldly.
Lu Chen sneered and said: "It seems that you are not stupid, and you can guess my identity. Five years ago, you committed a heinous crime in Wushuang City. Today I am here to avenge you seven kills! I just didn't expect you to be like this."
He is a top assassin who acts in such a high-profile manner in Broken Sword City. During the day, he is a chivalrous and talented man who can write and write, but at night, he is a murderous devil. It is really ironic."
"Was Wushuang City a fish that slipped through the net back then? How dare you to deal with Qisha?" Wang Moyang's eyes surged with murderous intent, and he roared. His whole body was like a bolt of lightning, zigzagging on the street and flashing four times in a row, rushing towards
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Brush, a dark blue sword light struck suddenly, and the air fluctuated violently.
Lu Chen had been on guard against the opponent for a long time, and he quickly slashed at him with the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword.
Clang! sound
When the sound was heard, the moment the Coiling Dragon soft sword came into contact with the opponent's sharp sword, it wound around like a poisonous snake, and the sword tip strangely circled the sword body and stabbed the opponent's throat.
Wang Moyang felt his scalp numb, his neck twisted strangely, and he narrowly avoided a fatal sword blow.
"Can you hide?" Lu Chen sneered secretly, then raised his wrist, and the soft sword that had originally stabbed him passed quickly.
He has been practicing soft sword for so long, and his technique of using energy has already reached a very advanced level.
Especially in close combat, the Panlong Soft Sword is even more superb and easy to use.
Wang Moyang's feet hit the ground and he retreated violently, but his neck was still lightly grazed by the Panlong Soft Sword, cutting a small bloody wound.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Fortunately, he dodged just in time, otherwise, his entire neck would have been cut off.
The Panlong Soft Sword is not an ordinary sword. It is made of extremely high quality materials and is made of extremely rare purple cold iron. It is not only as thin as a cicada's wing, but its flexibility has reached a terrifying level.
It can bend at will, like a soft and boneless snake.
It can be wrapped around, hard to guard against, weird and unpredictable!
Being ranked 17th on the sword list is not groundless.
"Why, are you afraid? I really don't deserve the name of your seven kills!" Lu Chen mocked his opponent, waved his hand and waved the Coiled Dragon Sword, bang, blood drops splashed down, which was particularly clear in the quiet street!
Wang Moyang stared at the Coiled Dragon Soft Sword with cold eyes, and said coldly: "You want to irritate me, dream! Don't get carried away thinking that you have taken advantage of it!"
"Hmph, you are about to die, why are you so arrogant!" Lu Chen hit the other party unceremoniously.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Wang Moyang snorted: "It's not certain who will win, why are you so proud!" His whole body flashed like a ghost, and he rushed towards Lu Chen like lightning, and the dark green sword suddenly struck Lu Chen like a gust of wind and rain.
"In a head-to-head confrontation, who is afraid of the other!" Lu Chen sneered, and with a flash of his figure, he quickly rushed over, and the Coiling Dragon Divine Sword stabbed at the opponent like a gust of rain.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The moment the two parties came into contact, a burst of dazzling sparks suddenly erupted on the street, and harsh collisions sounded one after another.
One rushes forward crazily, while the other retreats extremely hard.
Wherever the two went, fierce sword energy swept through the shops on both sides. The wooden windows and doors seemed to be made of paper, bursting into pieces one after another, causing a lot of commotion in the quiet street.
The one who rushed forward crazily was Wang Moyang, and the one who retreated was Lu Chen.
Of course, his retreat was not suppressed by Wang Moyang.
It's just that the enemy's explosive momentum was too strong, Lu Chen just took advantage of the situation to unload his force, cleverly weakening the force transmitted by the opponent's sword.
The Panlong Soft Sword focuses on the strange and changeable, and uses the ordinary sharp sword to meet the tough, and it really does not have an advantage!
After a series of fights, he realized that Wang Moyang was not as easy to deal with as he thought.
Especially the opponent's swordsmanship, which he had never heard of before. Every move was like a stroke in calligraphy, full of a natural artistic conception.
It was as if standing in front of him was not a swordsman, but a calligraphy master who had been immersed in calligraphy for decades.
Each move was executed in a flowing movement, like a silver hook painted on iron, stabbing one by one, so vigorous and powerful that Lu Chen couldn't find any flaws at all.
