Long Junchen quickly stepped forward, the peach wood sword in his hand buzzed, and he pulled out a purple talisman with his left hand, biting the tip of his tongue, and a blood spurted out, his hands quickly formed seals, his fingertips flicked, and he said loudly: "The great way is simple, everything is united, all demons, protect me!"

The talisman paper burst out with a strong purple light, woven and wrapped like a layer of tulle, and then attached to Long Junchen. He was wearing purple light, holding a peach wood sword in his hand, waving his arms, and slashing at Qianxie with his head.

Qian Xie narrowed his eyes, whether it was because of the dazzling light or the murderous aura, his expression remained unchanged, and he did not seem to be surprised at all because of Long Junchen's sudden rise. He quickly took out a blue light sword from his pocket and recited a spell. The blue light sword released an aggressive energy. The two of them approached at the same time and fought one by one. Both of them were holding magic weapons, stepping on the Tiangang, Long Junchen slashed out with one sword, Qian Xie twisted his waist and barely avoided it. At the same time, he pulled out a sword, Long Junchen turned back, pulled back the peach wood sword, and barely blocked it. In the blink of an eye, the lightning and lightning flashed, they actually dismantled each other for more than a dozen moves, regardless of the outcome.

One finger, two fingers, phoenix eyes, single palm, red fist, and one move, all use Maoshan physical skills. Qianxie is very skillful, just like the memory engraved in DNA. At first glance, he has been involved since childhood. Long Junchen couldn't help but be secretly shocked. This foreigner actually knows these traditional skills of the Shenzhou Kingdom. It seems that behind these group of devourers, there is also the shadow of Maoshan Warlocks in the Shenzhou Kingdom?

However, at this time, Long Junchen could not think about it. If he was not careful, he might die under Qianxie's sword edge at any time. He could not help but calm down and devote himself to the battlefield. He stabbed him with another sword, but was avoided by Qianxie again. The latter used the black fog to continuously attack Long Junchen, making Long Junchen in a mess and retreat step by step.

Qian Xie was a little proud. Looking at Long Junchen who was only rushing to escape, the sword in his hand couldn't help but wield faster. He was so angry that he could tear this guy up to pieces now. Looking at his hateful handsome face, he remembered that this guy had ruined his good things while chatting and laughing several times. Qian Xie felt angry for no reason, and immediately the attack became more radical, and he forced Long Junchen to the dead end step by step.

At this moment, the rain in the sky was getting denser, splashing on the bluestone floor of the manor. The swelling mist made everything around it a little confused. The rockery outside the manor seemed not aware of the battles that broke out inside the manor, but just quietly enjoyed the cold rain in late spring and early summer. The sufficient rain moistened the surprisingly large rockery, making the moss on it look like it had returned to youth.

"It's over." Long Junchen once again avoided Qian Xie's fierce attack, took a deep breath, and suddenly showed an evil smile. Qian Xie did not notice the changes on Long Junchen's face, but felt that this gentle smile was quite abominable. It was the boy in front of him who repeatedly destroyed his good things. He must kill him today!

Long Junchen's hands were quickly overlapping, and the eight white sword shadows that were still vague just now were reorganized with the sound of breaking the wind. Long Junchen raised his right arm without a trace and pointed in the direction of Qian Xie. The eight sword shadows that were flying at high speed stood at the right moment in an instant, and then seemed to hear a clear command. The trajectory suddenly turned, and the roar suddenly became sharper. He broke through the rainy night, broke through the water mist and brushed endlessly, and stabbed Qian Xie in an endless way!

Qian Xie saw the eight white sword shadows that were full of wind, and his expression suddenly tightened. Then he realized that Long Junchen was deliberately fighting and retreating just now, in order to rest while fighting with him. His seemingly messy steps could always avoid his attacks at extremely thrilling times. Qian Xie slapped his forehead and realized that he had once again underestimated the boy in front of him who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

His eyes widened. As Qianxie forcibly gathering his strength, his aura was unstable, and his body almost staggered. His hands were rapidly changing handprints. The black iron chain suspended in front of him suddenly stretched out and buzzed and flew up to meet the enemy. At the same time, the blue light sword in his hand also slashed towards Long Junchen's eight sword shadows.

The rain outside the manor became even more urgent, and it hit the stone slab floor, as if it wanted to rush out countless pitfalls. After drinking the water, the trees in the courtyard also began to hang their leaves and began to fear the tyranny of the rapid rain. The night fox, standing on the canopy, had a quiet and calm look on the face. She did not struggle to stand up anymore, but instead she relaxed on the trunk like a bunch. The fog rose, and she couldn't see the expression on her face clearly. She could only listen to the hazy and low murmur, "Jun Chen, Jun Chen, you are still the virtue of holding grass and hitting rabbits. The seemingly unintentional movements are hidden like a sheep."

Qian Xie's face was solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the trajectory of the eight sword shadows. Puff puff puff puff puff, and a few muffled sounds. Qian Xie took a few swords and dodged a few swords. However, the sharp sword energy still cut Qian Xie's sleeves, revealing his pale skin and red blood.

Just as Qian Xie was approaching Long Junchen's attack in an orderly manner, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the corner of the boy's slightly raised mouth, and a pity and sympathy that he had only like a fool in his eyes. He was shocked, suddenly thought of something, blurted out, "Not good!"

Qian Xie's pupils suddenly tightened. He remembered that the boy had used an extremely strange axe with a little ancient power before. Although Qian Xie didn't know what that thing was, he could feel the ultimate domineering energy contained on it. Why did that kid lose his roots and not use magic weapons, but instead used the somewhat damaged peach wood sword to entangle him? Then, where did that axe go now?!

Qianxie is indeed an experienced veteran, but he is facing a more cunning opponent. Although his reaction is very fast, he is still one step late.
Chapter completed!