512: C512 Sanlang

C512 Sanlang

The remaining black-cloaked elder of the Han Wu Sect felt his hair stand on end and his beard stand on end. He straightforwardly spoke about his approaching murderous intent. A dozen members of the Han Wu Sect stood up one after another and gripped their weapons tightly.

As the murderous aura got closer and closer, the merciless desert became even colder.

"Swish."

Suddenly, an arrow pierced through the air like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the curtain of sand and piercing through the throat of a green-robed guard.

Everyone's eyes opened wide in shock. They didn't need Wang Xi to give out an order, and immediately dispersed like an explosion.

Everyone's heart was beating like a drum, but no one dared to shout out loud. At the moment, the enemy was in the dark and everyone understood that the next person whose throat or heart had been pierced by an arrow would be the one whose voice attracted the attention of everyone.

"Start!"

When he was resting, Elder Xiao had already planted six to six formation flags around him. At this moment, with a low shout from the grand elder, the thirty-six formation flags turned into a ball of fire.

Thirty-six fiery lights soared into the sky, complementing each other. With the donkey cart as the center, a radius of sixty zhang was created. The cold and unfamiliar sky above the great desert instantly became as bright as day.

The dozen or so black-clothed men hidden in the darkness immediately surfaced and appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Kill!"

A murderous aura suddenly arose as ten bolts of ink flew at him.

"Hu!"

The black feather was in front while the white blade was behind!

Just as the Han Wu Sect managed to block more than ten black arrows, a dozen snow-white blades came crashing down.

The man in black was well-trained. When he drew his saber, he did not make a sound. When he swung his blade, he did not make a sound!

"Clang!"

When the two sides clashed, three people fell to the ground.

In the cultivation world where people ate people without spitting out their bones, in the cold and emotionless desert, human lives were never worth much.

Chen Chang He leaned on the wheel of the donkey cart, there was no sword in his hand, he was just holding a piece of dried biscuit.

He watched coldly from the side, as if he had no intention of making a move.

The people of Hanwu Sect didn't expect him to be of any use to begin with. The black-clothed people also seemed to have overlooked the donkey driver who was' scared 'into hiding under the donkey cart.

Under the flickering flame, the blade and sword shone brightly, illuminating Chen Chang He's face.

In the blink of an eye, two people from the Cold Martial Sect were killed, three people were injured, but Chen Changyu still had no intention of attacking, and continued to watch coldly from the sidelines.

He had nothing to do with the Han Wu Sect, and there was no reason to comment on who was good and who was bad. He only wanted to protect Liu Shi Shi.

As long as Liu Shi Shi was fine, he would not intervene.

While watching from the sidelines, Chen Changyu noticed that Wang Xi's son, Wang Sanlang, was a little surprising.

With the annihilation of the Han Martial School, a total of sixteen people escaped. Other than the current sect head, Wang Xi, the black-robed great elder, Liu Shishi, as well as the three protectors, the eight disciples of both genders, and the old man's grandson.

Unlike doting his granddaughter, Wang Changqing, the old gramps was very harsh on his only grandson.

After Wang Changqing was three years old, he began to undergo the devilish cultivation training set by the old gramps. It was as if he had never led a carefree life of his peers.

The Old Master had instilled a principle in Wang Changjing since young: "That brat Li Shuangjin valued friendship and saved our Cold Martial Sect more than once. Now that Li Shuangjin asked of us, even if we throw away everything, we can still repay him. After accepting Liu Shishi, Li Shuang Jin was still better off living. Once he was harmed by the Chou family, the Cold Martial Sect would definitely face a series of battles to kill him. Grandpa only has a grandchild and your sister is a girl. Therefore, the heavy responsibility of protecting the Han Wu Sect in the future can only fall on you. If you hate your grandfather, your grandfather understands, but your grandfather wishes you to understand that when a person lives in this world, there is nothing more than the word 'friendship'. What our Old Wang family owes him must be repaid. "2

Every day, there were no less than thirty of them, and after receiving the beating, he was still unable to sleep soundly. He needed to soak himself in the medicinal vat for a full five hours, and on the second day, he would continue to receive the tempering of the King Kong Fist. After that, he would once more soak himself in the medicinal vat, repeating the process.

The year Wang Changqing started dancing, the Old Master left him alone in the vast martial arts world, allowing him to roam the desert. If he couldn't find a name, he wasn't allowed to return.

In the Year of the Crown, Wang Changqing was once again thrown to the border between the Jiangdong and Husha realms by the old man. He was just an ordinary soldier, constantly tempering himself in battle with the Jiangdong Single family army.

The Jiangdong Single family army was an existence that was invincible in the surrounding great realms.

Even so, three years later, Wang Changjing was still alive and had returned with a knife and arrow mark that could not be counted by even his hands. There was also a hideous scar extending from the corner of his mouth all the way to his ears, if not for the fact that Wang Changqing's body had been tempered since he was young and his physical defense was exceptional, he would have had his skull cut open by the blade.

When the old man saw the saber, he did not say anything. He only did not allow Wang Changqing to leave White Phoenix City and allowed him to stay in the Han Wu Sect to be nurtured as the next Sect Master.

Someone who could cultivate a figure like Li Shuangjin, how could he be an extremely unenlightened person who dotes on his grandson's daughter?

He had simply transferred the guilt he felt for his grandson to Wang Xiaoxiao.

However, because the Old Master had tempered Wang Changqing day after day for more than twenty years, Wang Changjing had become an iron-blooded soldier.

Wang Changqing was only at the third level of the Spirit Origin Stage, but under the protection of Liu Shi Shi, he was constantly fighting against three Spirit Origin Stage black-clothed men. One of them was even at the sixth level of the Spirit Origin Stage.

Chen Chang Ku's ability to cross borders was strong because he had many trump cards which ordinary people did not have. Wang Chang Qing was able to cross borders to fight, but he relied on a fearless ruthlessness.

You want to cut off my arm?

Sure, exchange it with your legs!

You want my life?

"Sure, I will pass my neck to your blade, but you have to take one of my strikes."

That way, he wouldn't be lonely on the Road to River Styx!

Although these black clad killers were well-trained, they were not Death Soldiers. No one was willing to exchange their lives with this desperate madman.

If they wanted to kill him without suffering any serious injuries, they would have to be at a level where they could absolutely crush him!

It was not that Chen Chang He had not seen fierce people before, in his previous life, he had groomed many death warriors who did not care about life and death, but there was an absolute difference between fierce and ruthless people who did not fear death.

The Death Soldiers only put life and death at the back of their minds. For a ruthless person like Wang Changqing, he stepped on his own life, pain, and soul under his feet, completely disregarding himself as a human being.

How could a Death Soldier compare to someone who could be so ruthless when even he didn't think of himself as a human?

Other than his ruthlessness, Wang Changqing was also a person who was calm to the core.

He seemed to be fighting with all his might, but he was constantly looking for loopholes in his enemies.

Suddenly, he found an opportunity that no one else but him could notice, it was a fleeting moment, even the battle-hardened Chen Chang He did not dare say that he could do it, but he had grabbed hold of it, leaping up, the ancient blade in his hand slashed down onto the head of the man in black who had cultivated to the sixth stage of the Spirit Origin Stage.

"Whew."

After all, Wang Changqing had three enemies. When he found an opening for one of the black-clothed men, his opening was revealed to the other two.

Thus, the moment he leaped up, two sabers had already slashed out horizontally from his left and right.

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