Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Li Guanqi paid no attention to this, and the woman beside him trembled slightly upon seeing this.

As if she had thought of something, she looked up at Li Guanqi's jaw, her heart swaying.

However, just as Li Guanqi was about to make a move, his gaze swept across the crowd.

Li Guanqi's figure faltered, and he slowly leaned on the window, looking up and drinking, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.

With a slight spread of his divine sense, he heard a young man's trembling voice.

"His mother... must be pacing anxiously in the sky..."

Boom!

This sentence was like a heavy hammer hitting Li Guanqi's heart.

Looking again, the young man was already in tears, his left hand gripping the sword hilt so tightly that his knuckles were white.

Perhaps he empathized, thinking of his own mother.

If he were to encounter such a situation, his mother would definitely be very anxious...

The face beneath the black robe had long lost its youthful look, full of heroic spirit.

Li Guanqi suddenly felt as if something was stuck in his throat.

The wine in his cup was hard to swallow, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

The young man's murmur also had a great impact on him.

Zhou Ze shrugged, used to seeing Wu Jiang kill people.

However, Wu Jiang usually took action in such matters; he didn't want to be punished upon returning.

Zhou Ze, who didn't mind the excitement, said excitedly.

"Why don't we break his hands and feet and throw him down? It wouldn't be fun if he didn't die completely."

Wu Jiang's eyes flashed upon hearing this, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly.

"As expected of you, kid; you think things through."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Jiang raised his hand, spiritual light flashing, wrapped his hand in a blade, and aimed it at the old man's thigh!

Many cultivators hidden in the crowd immediately changed their expressions upon seeing this.

"How ruthless! If this hand blade falls, I'm afraid even bone and flesh will be cut off!!"

However, at this moment, a burst of explosion suddenly sounded!!

Boom!!!

The blue bricks on the ground beside the street suddenly exploded and collapsed, and even the ancient trees beside the road instantly collapsed.

A black-clothed figure's clothes were torn, a jade pendant exploded in the air, and the young man in a black brocade robe murmured.

"I'm sorry, my mission failed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the jade pendant instantly exploded and shattered.

The whole person turned into a stream of light and shadow and burst out instantly!!

The blade of the ancient sword sheath in his left hand instantly came out of its sheath.

"Wooden sword?"

Pfft!!

An arm flew into the air!!

The cultivation realm of the early Nascent Soul stage couldn't even see the other party's movements clearly.

The intense pain deeply stung Wu Jiang's nerves.

His eyes turned, and he finally saw the appearance of the person who made the move!

A black robe, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, upright features, and eyes as cold as knives, full of killing intent.

A fierce look flashed in Wu Jiang's eyes, and he threw the old man in his hand into the river!

But an inexplicable force of space instantly imprisoned the old man in the air.

The sound of jade shattering came, and a thick, incomparably heavy earthy yellow barrier appeared beside Wu Jiang.

It has to be said that Wu Jiang reacted quickly, making a decision in an instant.

Zhou Ze, who was on the side, immediately flew back, took out a jade slip, and crushed it.

But this spatial fluctuation was instantly shattered by an inexplicable force!

Wu Jiang said quickly: "Who are you? Do you know who I am!!"

The young man who empathized and shot out was Chen Xiaotian, a killer from Guanyun Pavilion!

The young man who accompanied his seriously ill mother and prayed for the blessing of the immortals back then.

Li Guanqi gave him the wooden sword, and Chen Xiaotian didn't leave until his mother died peacefully.

This is why Chen Xiaotian's emotions completely erupted at that moment.

The corners of Li Guanqi's mouth rose slightly, and he didn't care what mission Chen Xiaotian was carrying out this time.

In his opinion, the mission had failed.

But in Li Guanqi's heart, he had become a better person.

Chen Xiaotian's eyes never changed from beginning to end.

His wrist turned, his left hand pressed against the hilt, and he stabbed the wooden sword fiercely at Wu Jiang's throat!!

The inconspicuous wooden sword burst out with dazzling golden light at this moment.

The thick earth barrier disintegrated and shattered inch by inch at this moment!!

In Wu Jiang's horrified eyes, the wooden sword pierced the skin of his throat.

Clang!!

A crisp sound rang out, and the long sword was instantly knocked away by a cold light.

The tip of the sword cut a long bloodstain on Wu Jiang's neck.

A terrifying pressure filled the void, and a white-browed old man walked out slowly from behind Wu Jiang with a gloomy face.

The old man holding the long sword narrowed his eyes, his tiger's mouth cracked!

The old man's eyes were solemn, he grabbed Wu Jiang and flew back dozens of feet!

His eyes didn't dare to move away for a moment, and he opened his mouth with a cold voice.

"Who are you?"

The old man's aura was in the late Nascent Soul stage.

But when facing the young man in front of him, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression!!

Chen Xiaotian, half-step God Transformation realm.

Faced with the old man's questioning, Chen Xiaotian didn't respond at all. The moment the old man retreated, he burst out towards the direction behind him!!

Zhou Ze cursed secretly in his heart, raised his sword to block, cyan light surrounded him, and the cloud boots under his feet shone with streamer.

Whoosh!!!

Facing Chen Xiaotian, who was half-step into the God Transformation, Zhou Ze's realm of just entering the Nascent Soul was not enough to see.

Zhou Ze lost track of the opponent as his eyes blurred.

The old man suddenly shouted: "Behind!!"

Zhou Ze slashed his sword behind him, Chen Xiaotian sneered, his figure lowered, and the sword's edge cut across his scalp.

The young man with his body lowered slashed the sword in his hand diagonally!!

Pfft!

A head flew high, and blood spattered like a fountain!

"Gurgle... He... really killed him?"

"Zhou Ze is dead!! Who is he?"

"Black robe, not a local, running now might still leave him a way out!"

Some of the onlookers even transmitted their voices.

"Fellow Daoist, leave quickly! It will be too late if you delay any longer!"

Chen Xiaotian's eyes were as cold as knives, and he turned a deaf ear!

He raised his hand and pulled the old man into the void. Without any worries, the sword energy even revealed a bit of sword intent pressure!

Under the golden sword energy, Zhou Ze's fleeing Nascent Soul was instantly smashed to pieces, unable to die any further.

Facing the young man with murderous intent, the old man's heart was also beating wildly.

The other party's attack was not sloppy at all, almost deciding to kill everyone in an instant!!

"Escape!! This person is too strong, not someone I can fight!"

Thinking of this, the old man didn't have time to think too much, took out a jade slip and shouted.

"Come quickly to support, someone is going to kill the Second Young Master, Zhou Ze is dead!"

This time the spatial fluctuation was too subtle, Chen Xiaotian didn't have time to intercept it at all.

The moment the news spread, the earth on the southwest sides of the city suddenly vibrated, and several figures rose into the air!

Chen Xiaotian's eyes fluctuated slightly, and his movement speed was a bit faster. He approached the opponent in the blink of an eye!

"Spirit Spell · One Hundred and Ninety-Two · Crimson Gold Frenzy!"

Boom!!!

In just one breath, the old man's surroundings within thirty feet were instantly surrounded by hundreds of Gengjin spirit swords!!

Boom boom boom!!!

Boom boom boom rumble!!

The violent explosions sounded one after another, and deafening explosions splashed up dust all over the sky!

The brilliant golden sword energy crisscrossed and bombarded the field continuously.

The space was slightly distorted, and everyone could only see a figure struggling to support himself under the golden sword energy.

The supported Yuanli barrier was crumbling and soon shattered.

The old man could only dodge while desperately wielding his sword to resist the Yuanli long sword while carrying Wu Jiang.

Chen Xiaotian's eyes were slightly cold, and his eyes reflected Wu Jiang's shadow.

Wu Jiang was afraid when he saw these eyes.

"Why do you want to kill me!!"

"Is it just because of a mere mortal mute?"