Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

After getting this answer, Yan Lun frowned, obviously he had not expected that his apprentice would become so reckless when he mentioned killing again. Looking at his face again, he was calm and gentle, not like the madness of a murderous devil.

Yan Lun looked at him, but he really couldn't detect any emotions from the expression of this little apprentice.

He looked like a wooden man, but he was not so rigid and boring. If he was just an ordinary person who had lost all his internal strength, he had this faint noble and elegant aura on him, which was so similar to when he left more than ten years ago, but it seemed a little different.

When he didn't speak, Yan Lun couldn't feel his resistance and oppression. With such a calm expression, Yan Lun didn't know whether he should praise him for his high understanding of the world.

Since he met Wang Yifeng in his youth and decided to accept him as a disciple, Yan Lun already knew what kind of person his little apprentice was. Because his overly clear mind really couldn't tolerate the complexity of the world. But at such a young age, he could see through the darkness of the world so easily.

For a person who is sober while everyone else is drunk, there are only two choices in life: either to dispel the darkness or to blend into the darkness.

However, in Xiaofeng's eyes, he could no longer see the light. What he saw was the calm and indifferent coldness.

Yan Lun clenched his fists, and felt a little regretful. If he had not allowed Xiao Sha to do what he did, and had not stood by and watched after Xiao Sha shifted his target to Wang Yifeng, perhaps the situation would not have come to this point.

The two of them completely ignored the people of the Ming Cult around them.

The first Mingjiao who made the move had strange eyes flashing with an unknown light. He said coldly, "We only want Wang Yifeng, and everyone else should get out of the way."

Jiang Chen stroked the horse's back. Hearing this, he said indifferently, "...The cowardly manipulator secretly directed his sword to chop. If someone goes back today, he should tell him to enjoy this peaceful life in the future."

Yan Lun's heart was shocked, and he was sure again that Wang Yifeng really wanted to draw a clear line with his incompetent master. Even if he faced death, even if his internal strength was completely destroyed, he would not want to be tainted by this world.

Yan Lun couldn't help asking himself, is it true that what he did was so unwelcome to this little apprentice?

He didn't get an answer yet, and when he turned around, he saw Jiang Chen's lips slowly curled up with a cold smile, "If, you still have life to go back."

Such a smile made Yan Lun stunned. If the child in front of him still looked like the one who played with the world under his lap, now he was completely different.

His expression became so numb, as if there was nothingness in front of him, and what he wanted to kill was nothingness.

But his actions were so gentle and elegant, and every move was like watching falling flowers, and there was a kind of dark mystery. Seeing him like this, no one would think he was ruthless, and no one would think he was cold-blooded. It was just that there was a feeling similar to sadness.

For a moment, people were surprised that death would become a beautiful and sad ending.

The silent falling leaves and the ruthless water with murderous intent.

Those eyes that no longer easily expressed emotions seemed to contain the endless darkness in the legendary Yuyuan, and even the rosy clouds that fell into the eyes became dim and traceless.

The water dragon bared its fangs and claws, raised its head, and faintly heard a dragon's roar. The eyes that should have been majestic were only empty and watery, letting people know that it was just a puppet of the ruthless water, not the flesh and blood of the ancient mythical beast in the Central Plains legend.

The dragon shadow coiled in front of him, and the people of the Ming Cult were more alert, staring at Jiang Chen's actions without blinking. Jiang Chen closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again, "If you have the life to go back alive."

He raised his fingertips, and the water dragon rushed forward immediately.

The sound of running water was gurgling.

The people of the Ming Cult frowned at the same time and gathered together to use their power to resist.

The water dragon encountered the scimitar with green flames, but it was not like a real water flow, which would evaporate and dissipate, but instead stalemate with it.

Almost instantly, the green flame energy was broken like a spider web.

The faces of the people of the Ming Cult changed, and they scattered very quickly, and even their figures became blurred.

This water seemed to be shapeless and invisible, but now it was as hard as steel. When they were unable to dodge, their necks were cut by the flowing water, and bright red blood gushed out, and even the water dragon seemed to be stained with a little red.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, watching them busy resisting, and looked down at his hands. Sure enough, the time was still a little short, and the control was slightly insufficient.

If it was longer, these annoying troubles would not have the chance to jump around again.

A dazzling knife light reflected over, and Jiang Chen subconsciously narrowed his eyes. Yan Lun was stunned, still surprised by such an inexplicably strong water control internal force. Before he could make a move, he saw that although Jiang Chen closed his eyes, he stretched out two fingers and took the scimitar without any pressure. The fingers with distinct joints slightly deviated, and the scimitar made two subtle sounds of clicking, and a gap actually appeared.

Jiang Chen raised his hand, and the attacker felt a huge force coming from the scimitar, causing him to step back uncontrollably.

This time there was a clear, crisp sound.

A bright green light flashed in the air, and the scimitar in the man's right hand had broken into two pieces.

Then a torrent suddenly appeared, passing through his chest, with a splash and accompanied by the sound of the torrent, blood gushed out and fell an inch in front of Jiang Chen's feet, but not a bit of it stained his white clothes.

The man fell down with his eyes wide open.

"......! Luo Ye?" The others exclaimed in unison.

Facing Jiang Chen, they became more alert and dared not hold back.

Yan Lun frowned, took two steps back, and separated some of the people.

The remaining six surrounded Jiang Chen.

The autumn leaves fell to the air, and were split into two by the murderous aura of the two sides.

There was an almost inaudible sound of yellow leaves breaking.

Almost silent.

Those people looked at each other and unconsciously looked at Valer, the best person here. They were undoubtedly solemn, and the knives in their hands tightened a little.

The knife flashed, dazzling.

The faint light reflected the tiny dust in the air, and those people disappeared in an instant.

Dark dust dispersion!

It is indeed very advanced.

Not everyone in the Mingjiao can practice dark dust dispersion. Not only does it require talent, but also persistent practice.

Jiang Chen can naturally see that this skill uses light to attract. The swords of the Ming Cult are all specially made, and they have a very significant control over light, which can be used to hide the body, which is quite different from the Tang Sect's method of gathering energy.

He could see it, so he naturally had no scruples. With a flick of his sleeve, endless fallen leaves rose up, and a few vague figures appeared in the flying yellow leaves.

This move, the few people who approached quickly also reacted very quickly. They knew that they had been discovered, but after consideration, they did not retreat but advanced.

Since the other party had seen the clues, it would be even more difficult to use this trick to get close again. Wang Yifeng's skill of controlling objects is indeed easy, but the information of Lord Dragon King is also correct. His internal force is still restricted, and it seems that he has been disabled.

If he was really disabled, even if he could practice again, what effect could he have in just a few months!

With this thought in mind, he saw the unchanged indifference on Jiang Chen's face.

His heart sank slightly.

The blade was close at hand.

Jiang Chen fell backwards, and the knife almost brushed past his nose.

Valer frowned, and finally got close enough to see the look in his eyes.

It was just a dark void.

Calm.

Gloomy.

There was no emotional change that a living person would have.

He was just like the evil god Akamana as rumored in the doctrine. No light or darkness or good or evil could be distinguished from him.

Valer rolled over and landed on the ground. When he stood up, he almost let go of his two knives. He tightened his grip again, only to find that his hands holding the knives were already sweating.

The dragon shadow disappeared in an instant.

The water vapor surged.

In the mist, the other party's figure could not be seen.

The fallen leaves around were still falling quietly.

There were dozens of fallen bodies on the ground.

"Go back and tell Xiao Sha that I have reserved his head."

Secret transmission!

Valer looked around and saw the blood all over the ground. He saw Yan Lun standing there in a daze, surrounded by the fallen bodies. His scalp went numb. He tried to step back, but there was no reaction. Finally, he disappeared in the maple forest under the cover of the twilight.

He has been in the Ming Cult for many years, and he is an expert in assassination and espionage. He has been in the martial arts world for many years, but he has never seen such a silent way of killing.

They all work for Lord Dragon King, and they are also companions in the killing formation. There are hundreds of martial arts masters who died under their joint efforts.

But this man who was disabled in the mouth of the Dragon King was able to notice the traces of others under his attack...

and took away the lives of others in an instant.

I am afraid that the strength of the leader is no more than this.

Valer thought of the last sentence, and his heart was chilled.

Lord Dragon King...

The cool breeze blew through his neck, and the moist water vapor dispersed with the twilight. Yan Lun chased after him with a cold face.

At that moment, even he did not see clearly how the people around him died.

This strange killing technique cannot be mastered overnight. Looking at his appearance, he has already mastered it instinctively. It takes ten years of hard work to be like this.

This disciple has been following him since he was a child. Where did he learn this strange and spicy technique?

Isn't it clear that the most taboo thing for people in the world is to join another master?

The red horse didn't know where it hid, and Jiang Chen did not call it back.

What left is gone. No matter whether it is a person or a horse, it is always surrounded by murderous intentions. Why should he make things difficult for the horse?

Yan Lun: "Where did you learn this kind of thing?"

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, "The world."

Yan Lun had never thought of such an answer, but he felt that this was obviously an excuse. After a long time, he sighed, "Well."

"Xiao Feng, you... should be careful in the future."

"Take care of yourself."

Their master-disciple relationship was completely over.

The world of mortals could not accommodate this former disciple of his.

It was not that he could not stand Xiao Feng's ruthless actions, but now, he was no longer similar to the world of mortals.

But now, he was no longer able to train a new successor.

Will the secrets of the world of mortals be destroyed in his hands?

Yan Lun hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "Xiaofeng, I ask you one last thing... find a successor for the Hongchen lineage."

Jiang Chen was polite and distant, and said quietly, "Senior, you are joking. I have been expelled from the sect. If an insensitive and improper disciple teaches others the secrets of the Hongchen, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of the sect?"

Is this a rejection?

Yan Lun almost collapsed in an instant after hearing this, and he looked much older. He sighed in an old voice, "Well, well..."

He left dejectedly, and his footsteps on the fallen leaves were much heavier.

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes slightly, and for a moment, he paused, as if he wanted to look back, but he didn't stop.

He didn't look back either.

The author has something to say: The author has limited imagination.

Please apply various CG special effects to this drama.

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