City: I have a perverted martial arts system

"Qian Sanjian!"

Bai Su bounced up from the ground, with a look of panic on his face.

The foul-mouthed old man in front of me is Qian Sanjian, the most famous kendo master in Jiangnan and the deacon of Jiangling Branch of the Martial Arts Alliance.

He didn't know where he got the news and learned that Luo Yan was protecting the Jing family's copper mine, so he chased after him.

As soon as he arrived, he saw Bai Su killing Chang Zizai.

Qian Sanjian and Chang Zizi knew each other well and were rivals for a time.

However, the two of them were sympathetic to each other, and now that Chang Zizi had ended up like this, Qian Sanjian felt worthless for him and was ready to teach Bai Su a lesson.

Seeing Qian Sanjian getting closer and closer, his body was full of murderous aura, and the ancient sword in his hand trembled slightly, making a soul-stirring buzzing sound.

Bai Su's heart skipped a beat, he reached into his arms and yelled: "Look at the poisonous powder!"

The white powder was rising all over the sky, and it looked like it was not easy to mess with.

All warriors are very afraid of poisons. Qian Sanjian frowned slightly, raised his ancient sword, and his internal energy stirred up a hurricane everywhere.

Roll up the white powder cleanly in an instant.

But in the blink of an eye, the trees ahead shook and Bai Su had disappeared without a trace.

"Well?"

Qian Sanjian laughed, "This bitch escaped quickly enough."

After Bai Su left, only Luo Yan and Qian Sanjian were left in the field.

"Boy, because you have kind thoughts in your heart, please kneel down, kowtow three times, and return my disciple's sword to save you from death."

Qian Sanjian looked at Luo Yandao.

"What sword? I don't know what you are talking about."

Luo Yan stood up, his eyes glistening, ready to run away at any moment.

The three small broken swords Qian Sanjian mentioned have been upgraded to the system a long time ago.

He couldn't take it out, couldn't kowtow, couldn't beat him again and again, so he could only run away.

"I won't say the same thing a third time, return the sword and kowtow!"

Qian Sanjian approached, his eyes exuding strong murderous intent.

A strong coercion enveloped Luo Yan. He tried to adjust his breathing and stepped back.

"Hey, Qian Sanjian, you are a famous figure after all. Now you are bullying a high school student. If word gets out, will you still be the old face?"

At this moment, Fan Zhiyong dragged his seriously injured body over and pointed at Qian Sanjian and cursed.

Although this man is impulsive, he is still a just person.

Luo Yan saved him just now, and he also spoke for Luo Yan.

Further away, a few surviving warriors were also stopping to watch.

Although they were also saved by Luo Yan, they were not as bold as Fan Zhiyong and only dared to stop at a distance.

"Trash, you dare to question me?"

Qian Sanjian struck out with a sword, and sword energy like a waterfall came out from the sword body, directly splitting Fan Zhiyong into two pieces.

The blood mist rose, and Fan Zhiyong's eyes widened when he was dying.

He couldn't believe that this famous figure, the deacon of the Martial Arts Alliance, would kill a low-level warrior like himself.

"This way, the news won't get out!"

Qian Sanjian returned his sword with a disdainful expression on his face.

He is a person who loves face first, protects his shortcomings the most, and always regards the four words "strength as the basis of respect" as the highest principle.

The stronger the opponent, the more respect he gets.

Those who are weak are like ants in his eyes and have no right to speak.

Not even the right to live!

The warriors not far away killed Qian Sanjian when they saw him taking action, and dispersed in a rush.

"This is a bit scary, it can actually emit sword energy!"

Luo Yan was well aware of the gap between him and Qian Sanjian, so his legs were as if they were equipped with two motors, running rapidly.

Lingbo's micro-steps were as wide as possible and he jumped into the darkness.

In an instant he ran away without a trace.

"This step..."

Qian Sanjian was slightly surprised and couldn't understand Luo Yan's footwork at all.

But this is not important. After all, the two realms are too far apart. In the face of absolute speed, no matter how magical the footwork is, it will be in vain.

He moved forward quickly, raised his sword and chased after him.

Two figures shuttled through the jungle as fast as lightning.

Luo Yan's Lingbo micro-steps are unparalleled, and he walks on smooth ground in the rugged jungle.

He also specially picked the most complicated terrains to walk on, drilling through bushes, going around big trees, and creating some roadblocks along the way.

Although Qian Sanjian was fast, he was still not as agile as him in turning corners, so the distance between them was always kept at about twenty meters.

After chasing for a while, Qian Sanjian's anger gradually increased.

"Are you fast?!"

He took a deep breath, touched the ground with both feet, and his speed soared, catching up to a distance of fifteen meters in an instant.

Luo Yan heard the sound and turned around in a hurry, and Qian Sanjian's angry old face came into view.

"The poisonous needle is coming!"

Luo Yan reached into his arms and issued a handful of ice-soul silver needles.

Of course it's not poisonous, but he just saw Qian Sanjian's fear of the poisonous powder and thought of scaring him at the last minute.

As expected, Qian Sanjian fell into the trap and ducked sideways. Luo Yan took this opportunity to slip away, and the distance between the two widened again.

"Sneaky little devil!"

Qian Sanjian was angry. He swiped the ancient sword in his hand forward, and the sword energy surged up. The surrounding trees were instantly cut by him, and the remaining branches and leaves fell one after another.

Luo Yan heard the movement behind him, but he didn't dare to take the move, so he slid to the side.

Click!

As soon as he avoided it, an unparalleled sword energy slashed at the shadow left behind him, hitting a big tree in front of him. The trunk cracked and fell down.

"What a fool!"

Luo Yan was so violent that he broke into a cold sweat.

Because of this delay, the distance between the two was once again shortened to 15 meters.

"The poisonous needle is here again!"

Luo Yan repeated his old trick, sending out a large handful of silver needles to attack all the key points of Qian Sanjian, as if he didn't use money.

Qian Sanjian sidestepped and fired his sword energy again.

That's it, the two of them come and go, the sword energy is everywhere in the dense forest, and the silver light is shining.

Soon, when Luo Yan was about to take out the silver needle from the system backpack again, he was horrified to find——

There are only two silver needles left and they will be used up soon!

"What a bad decision. You must prepare more silver needles when you go back. It's best if they can be contaminated with poison."

Come to think of it, whether he can escape alive is still a question.

At this time, Qian Sanjian sent out another sword energy, and Luo Yan's mind changed rapidly.

There is no way to continue like this, we can only take risks and give it a try!

"ah--"

The sword energy with a cold aura flew past him, and it was only one centimeter away from cutting off his arm.

Luo Yan howled miserably, flew up high, and then fell heavily to the ground.

He covered his left arm and pretended to be injured. His face was as white as frost and he sat on the ground unable to get up.

It was dark and the forest was dense, even though Qian Sanjian's eyesight was very good, he couldn't tell whether Luo Yan was injured.

He strode over, pointed his ancient sword at Luo Yan, temporarily concealed the murderous aura on his body, and said with a calm look in his eyes:

"I have to admit that at this age, having practiced to this extent, you are already considered a genius. But you shouldn't challenge me!"

After speaking, the murderous intent reappeared, and the ancient sword slashed towards Luo Yan's neck.

At this moment, Luo Yan's body suddenly soared into the sky, and there was already a large black sword in his hand, which pierced Qian Sanjian's heart.

This sword cannot be called a sword at all, it is just like a big black iron.

But it was this big black iron that seemed to move the heavens and the earth, condense the air, and stop time.

It brought unprecedented pressure to Qian Sanjian, an expert in sword-wielding, with disordered breathing, dilated pupils, and numb scalp...

Anyway, my whole body is not feeling well.

All reactions were half a beat too slow.

However, Qian Sanjian was always Qian Sanjian. His body's natural reflexes and decades of fighting experience allowed him to avoid the vital point in his heart at the most critical moment.

At the same time, the ancient sword changed from chopping to stabbing, piercing Luo Yan's heart.

However, the magic of the Black Iron Sword is not limited to its heaven-defying weight and momentum, but also its magical suction that works on any weapon.