Xu Ye came to Wushan Town on business this time. In addition to more than 3,000 soldiers, he also brought eight personal guards with him.
These eight personal guards were his close confidants who had been trained and cultivated by him since childhood. Each one possessed the peak acquired strength. They were loyal to Xu Ye and obeyed his orders, including the deputy general.
Eight people together are collectively called the Eight Blood Dragon Guards, and they are quite famous in Youzhou!
The eight personal guards who followed him were wearing black armor, bronze masks, giant scimitars on their waists, and all of them were maroon horses.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
After hearing the master's order, they all immediately soared into the air, like a goshawk that has only found its prey. They quickly jumped up to the ridge of the roof, drew their swords and rushed towards Murong Ziyun and his party.
"Run away!" Seeing a master chasing after him, Han Wenqing immediately roared and led the other three people to flee towards the city gate.
Although there are heavy guards in the direction of the city gate, with their strength, if they rush over desperately, they still have a good chance of escaping, which is better than sitting back and waiting to die.
Once they are entangled by the eight black shadows chasing behind them, they will be in big trouble.
Time is of the essence and every second counts.
The two sides chased each other wildly on the rooftops, causing a lot of commotion in Wushan Town.
But the strange thing is that no one is seen in the streets and alleys. It seems that ordinary people have long expected that something unusual will happen at night.
"The city gate is right in front, everyone, hurry up!" Han Wenqing stared in the direction of the city gate with his clear eyes. He clearly remembered that there were about 60 city gate guards. Killing them all would definitely give him a chance of survival.
"It's all the fault of this bastard Lu Chen. If it weren't for him, why would we have come all the way to this place!" Yuan Hao ran away frantically, full of resentment.
Su Xingbai said coldly: "You are right. If something happens to Elder Shangguan in Wushan Town, the culprit will be Lu Chen!"
"Don't say a few words. You are trying to escape like this. What's the use of blaming Lu Chen!" Murong Ziyun said with a stern face as he was running away, but in his heart, he was thinking that it would be fine if Lu Chen was here.
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"Stop talking nonsense, those people are going to catch up. Do you want to waste the efforts of the elders in vain?" Han Wenqing frowned and said.
They were running on the main road called Jinque Street, with shops and restaurants on both sides. They walked along the main road to the east of the town, which led directly to the city gate.
However, the city gate is currently heavily guarded by the Shenhuo Pope, and other places are also surrounded. If the four of them want to escape, they can only go here.
Moreover, it is extremely important to kill them in one go before the pursuers are chasing you. It is extremely important to seize the opportunity.
At this moment, a heart-stopping sound broke through the air.
"Be careful, darts!" Murong Ziyun's expression changed, his body flipped in the air, he quickly dodged the hidden weapon from behind, and rushed towards the city gate again, but a few drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead.
These pursuers are so cunning that they even use hidden weapons.
The dart was shot from behind, so it was undoubtedly thrown by the eight blood guards.
"Leave me alone!"
While a strong man wearing heavy black armor was chasing after him, his speed suddenly soared. A piece of roof rubble beneath his feet flew up to Han Wenqing's head.
brush!
A flash of snow-white sword light lit up, like a streak of swords, streaking through the air along a strange trajectory. Under the refraction of the moonlight, it looked particularly dazzling.
No, it's too late!
Han Wenqing was horrified. This sword light was coming towards him. It was so powerful that he could only save his life by trying to resist it, but in the end he would definitely be overtaken.
At the critical moment, a beautiful figure jumped up from the middle. He drew his sword and slashed it with his hand. The brilliant blue sword light instantly illuminated the cold face of Lieutenant General Zhang Chaofeng.
There was a clang, and the sudden blade blocked the sharp blade. Zhang Chaofeng turned his eyes and stared at the delicate and pretty face close at hand. Then he hummed low, turned over in the air, and hit Murong hard with his palm.
On Ziyun's shoulders.
The palm of Hou Tian's peak contains powerful strength, which can easily crack mountains and rocks. Murong Ziyun was smashed and flew forward in a panic. A wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the slight sound of broken bones could be faintly heard.
"Senior sister!" Su Xingbai shouted anxiously, drew his sword and rushed over quickly, slashing hard at Zhang Chaofeng and forcing him back.
"The city gate is ahead, here we are!" Han Wenqing followed, taking the opportunity to jump down the street with Ziyun on his back, and quickly fled towards the city gate.
He looked at the dark city gate not far away, and felt happy in his heart.
"Little thieves of Liuyun Sword Sect, none of you can escape!" Zhang Chaofeng was forced back by Su Xingbai and it was too late to pursue him. Then he grabbed a finely carved long bow from behind his subordinates, opened the bow and nocked an arrow, and shot hard at
Han Wenqing and Murong Ziyun.
A heart-stopping sound of "Boom" pierced the air, and the arrow shot along a straight line, like lightning, towards Han Wenqing, who was carrying Murong Ziyun on his back.
The silver triangular arrow tip flashed with cold light in mid-air, instantly penetrated ten feet of space, and shot at extremely high speed.
Feeling the aura of death approaching rapidly from behind, Han Wenqing's entire back was wet, and goosebumps appeared on his skin.
At this moment, a mysterious green light shot out from the direction of the dark city gate and passed by Han Wenqing. Murong Ziyun, who was carrying behind him, could even clearly see the interlacing green light.
In a flash, a string of simple words appeared.
That is - Xuanqing heavy sword!
He appeared.
The mysterious blue light collided with the incoming arrow, but the arrow was like tofu, cut in half from head to tail in an instant, and continued to shoot towards Zhang Chaofeng at extremely high speed without losing any momentum.
When the murderous Zhang Chaofeng saw this scene, his expression changed drastically and he quickly blocked with his sword.
Clang!
The thick sword blade seemed to be carrying a huge force, and the domineering and powerful momentum hit the blade. The moment Zhang Chaofeng was hit, it seemed as if he had been hit by a hammer, and the terrifying force was transmitted through both arms.
To the internal organs.
His fragile internal organs were shattered like tofu, blood spurted out from his mouth, the blade shattered, and his whole body was knocked upside down. He slid along the street for more than ten feet before falling.
The green sword blade rotated in mid-air before being inserted diagonally into the ground, cracking the hard street with several cracks. Under the cold moonlight, it reflected a mysterious faint green light.
"It's Lu Chen's Xuanqing heavy sword. He's at the city gate!" Han Wenqing stopped running and recognized the sword instantly. Thoughtfully, the four of them stood and looked in the direction of the city gate.
Murong Ziyun's face was pale, her white and tender hands tightly grasped Han Wenqing's clothes, and her breathing suddenly became heavy. That was the figure that had haunted her countless times!
Yuan Hao and Su Xingbai, on the other hand, clenched the sword blades in their hands and stared at the city gate exit with cold eyes.
The bright moonlight fell on the ground like water, illuminating the entire town.
It was pitch black in the direction of the city gate, and nothing could be seen. It was like the mouth of a giant beast, devouring everything.
In the dark passage, a figure could be vaguely seen leaning against the inner wall of the city wall, with one foot on the ground, holding his hands and hanging his head, as if he was thinking about something. There was deathly silence around him, and there were a large number of guard corpses lying on the ground, scattered and broken.
There were broken hands and feet everywhere, and the scene was extremely bloody.
"It's the murderer the sect was looking for, and he showed up!" The other seven Blood Dragon Eight Guards who were chasing after him saw the heavy sword stuck in the street, and their eyes suddenly lit up.
"Catching him will be a great achievement!"
"Send the signal quickly!" Upon seeing this, one of the guards immediately took out something similar to a bamboo tube from his arms and pulled the lead at the bottom.
"Whoosh!" A small flame quickly shot into the sky and exploded high in the sky, like a gorgeous firework.
"You are really haunted!" The figure hiding in the passage slowly stepped out of the city gate. The cool breeze blew and stirred the hair on his forehead, and a stern young man appeared in front of everyone.
A chilling atmosphere rushed towards me, sweeping across the entire street like a cold wind.
Seeing the real face, it is indeed Lu Chen himself, but compared to the high-spirited appearance before, he is now a bit more vicissitudes and indifference.
"Go ahead, catch him!" The remaining seven guards blocking Han Wenqing's group immediately shouted, preparing to swarm forward.
Whoosh!
At this moment, Lu Chen moved. With a movement of his body, an afterimage flashed past Han Wenqing and the four of them in an instant, and his whole body exploded towards the seven blood guards behind him.
Immediately afterwards, a brilliant purple light shot out like the wind, and the afterimage disappeared.
The second form of the Shadow Dance Phantom Sword Technique: The Phantom Sword is like the wind!
Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!
Time seemed to have stagnated. The seven guards felt like a blur before their eyes, like crisp green bamboo shoots, all flying up. Balls of blood mist bloomed in the air, and then hit the ground heavily, unable to even scream.
Once it is released, it instantly loses consciousness.
To describe it in one word, it’s fast!
Before they had time to react, their necks were already wiped open by the sword.
Under the light blue moonlight, Lu Chen stood proudly on the street holding a soft sword, his thin back was so shocking.
"That's the Coiling Dragon Divine Sword. It's indeed him!" Han Wenqing stared at the soft sword in Lu Chen's left hand that didn't drip blood, and his heart beat wildly.
Yuan Hao gritted his teeth and said: "The beast that killed Master, you finally showed up!"
"Traitor, you don't deserve to live!" Su Xingbai said with murderous intent in his eyes.
They originally hated Lu Chen very much, but now that they met, they didn't dare to move. What a joke, killing seven acquired peak warriors with one sword, this strength is so terrifying, far beyond their imagination.
Murong Ziyun was very weak, but he still insisted on getting off Han Wenqing's back. She clutched her injured shoulder and staggered to the front of Lu Chen. Her beautiful red eyes stared at the familiar figure in front of her with complicated eyes.
Thousands of words finally converge into one sentence.
"you lost weight!"
Lu Chen's stern face was startled, and he turned his head and looked at the group of them indifferently. At this moment, he could clearly feel the care and longing conveyed in Ziyun's words.
After a moment of silence, he said indifferently: "Go back!"
"You come back with me!" Murong Ziyun said through clenched teeth.
Lu Chen shook his head gently: "I can't go back!"
"Why?" Murong clenched his palms tightly and stared at Lu Chen's face with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Lu Chen didn't say a word, and the whole person fell into silence.
"Why, answer me!"
"Tell me everything you know!"
"Are you guilty of being a thief, or do you have some hidden agenda?"
"I don't believe that you would have done those things!" Murong Ziyun asked step by step, his gentle tone gradually becoming very angry.
His cold eyes fell on the tears sliding down the sides of Murong Ziyun's cheeks, and Lu Chen couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
"You bastard, go to hell!" At this moment, Yuan Hao, who was hiding behind him, suddenly got angry. He rushed toward Lu Chen and struck hard with his sword.
Brushing, the sword blade cut through the air, and a sharp roar sounded.
But when the sword blade landed three inches in front of Lu Chen's eyebrows, it was stuck. The two fingers were like iron pliers, strangely clamping the sword in his hand, unable to move at all.
"Get out of here!" Lu Chen kicked Yuan Hao away with a horizontal kick, and smashed into the wall on one side like a cannonball. With a loud bang, it shattered countless cracks.
With such little strength, it is simply ridiculous to want to kill Lu Chen, and a hundred years of training will be in vain.
"Lu Chen, you traitor, you are not ready to be captured without mercy!" Su Xingbai, who was not far away, shouted coldly.
"Killing the law enforcement elders and sneaking up on the sect leader, you are simply a wolf and a disgrace to our Sword Sect!"
"Don't forget how Master treated you back then, and how could you be so cruel and do such despicable things!"
"Senior sister is still fighting for you, I really feel unworthy of her!"
Su Xingbai's words were sharp and vicious, and every word was like a knife stabbing into Lu Chen's heart, making him bleed with pain. Why didn't he want to tell his senior sister the truth?
Han Wenqing came to Murong Ziyun, stared at his former friend, and said in a deep voice: "Stop being stubborn, come back with us! After all, you have served for the Sword Sect, and my senior sister and I will intercede for you, so we can't help but provoke you everywhere.
Right and wrong!”
"Such a heinous person deserves to be called a disciple of the Sword Sect, bah!" Yuan Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, stared at Lu Chen with resentful eyes, and walked over in embarrassment.
"He is just a white-eyed wolf who is not familiar with things and is selfish!"
"I think it's best to kill him to wash away the shame of our Sword Sect!"
"Our Sword Sect has fallen to this level all because of you, you bastard!" Yuan Hao pointed a sharp sword at Lu Chen and shouted sternly, his eyes looking very fierce.
Lu Chen stared at them numbly. He was tired of hearing the weird and insulting voices from their mouths!
But he did not explain. To him, explanation was redundant.
When the time comes, the truth will be revealed one day.
It was enough to do his own thing well, and he was too lazy to talk about the gossip outside.
