513: C513 Large Boldness

C513 Large Boldness

Chen Chang Ku raised his eyebrows slightly.

If it was him, he definitely wouldn't be cut into pieces by two enemies at the cost of killing them without using a secret technique.

However, what made Chen Chang Ku's pupils shrink was that Wang Changqing did not have any intention of changing his attack, and did not even have the slightest pause in his blade, and just like that, he cut down the head of the Sixth Stage Spirit Origin Stage cultivator, the black clothed man.

At the same time, the two snow-white blades also hacked down on either side of his body.

"Swish."

Two white sabers cut into Wang Changqing's flesh.

The two blood arrows shot out.

Because he had tempered his body and soul since he was young, the two blades did not split Wang Changqing's body into two. Even so, they left two gaping wounds that were wider than his thumb.

Anyone who suffered such heavy injuries would fall to the ground, or even lose the ability to fight, yet Wang Changqing was still able to perform a somersault without using any strength. He did not appear to have any injuries on his body, and his movements were swift and fierce.

Clearly, they did not believe that two slashes could not split open a mortal body.

They also could not believe that a person who had suffered such a heavy injury could still do the same thing. It was as if he had turned around and calmly and terrifyingly swung the fatal knife.

They had never seen such a ruthless person in their lives, so there was no need for them to meet him again.

Chen Chang Zai saw that Wang Changqing did not just rely on one breath to support his body. After he landed, he moved to Liu Shi Shi's side to protect her, and his eyes couldn't help but lightly squint.

If they were of the same realm and background, Chen Changyu knew that he would never want to provoke such a troublesome and vicious character.

How was this a person? He was simply a puppet forged from unparalleled darksteel!

As Chen Chang Ku was sizing up Wang Changqing, he felt Wang Changqing's gaze on him and also looked in his direction.

Wang Changqing's gaze was as cold as a beast's, devoid of any trace of humanity.

Chen Chang raised his head and smiled back.

Wang Changqing squinted his eyes and ignored her. He then slashed his blade towards a black-clothed man who was rushing towards him with a sword in hand. His movements were clean and clean, without the slightest bit of sloppiness. His quick movements were all thanks to his three years of military service. On the battlefield, there had only ever been one killing technique, one move at a time.

Chen Chang He became more and more interested in Wang Changqing, and he also developed a sense of respect for the old man from the Cold Martial Sect whom he had yet to meet.

Wang Changqing was happy to be unruly and headstrong, and Wang Changqing was quick and fierce. Just from these two points, Chen Changao had already understood the old man's painstaking efforts.

What kind of bold person would nurture his grandson into such a murderous monster because of the word "love"?

An image seemed to have been reconstructed in Chen Chunyu's mind: an old man who should have treated others with ill intentions, a man who guarded the Han Wu Sect alone, with his hair and beard spread wide, his white robes fluttering, he threw his head back and roared, he leaped into the air and vanished, but he still wanted to use his handicap to create a road of safety for his descendants!

Only that kind of boldness could be called boldness!

In that moment, because he admired the old man whom he had never met, he decided not to stand idly by the side and watch. With a flip of his wrist, he stood up and started chanting.

However, before Chen Chang Ku could do anything, a visible energy ripple suddenly spread out.

"Hmm?"

Chen Chang He raised his eyebrows to look over, only to realize that the old man in black, who was covered in blood, had gone crazy, and his eyes were filled with pride.

The aura of the Psionic Imperial Realm spread out with him as the center.

The Great Elder of the Hanwu Sect, who was protecting the Wang Family, actually broke through at the critical moment. His other foot also stepped into the realm of the Spirit King and eventually became a proper Spirit King.

The strongest among the group of black-clothed men was only at the ninth level of the Heavenly Path. Previously, when the two of them worked together to suppress the Great Elder, he was barely able to breathe.2

The black-robed old man roared towards the sky. His heroic spirit rushed towards the desert, as he brandished his dragon blade and swung it like a snowflake.

The sudden breakthrough of the black-robed old man greatly boosted the morale of the group of people from the Han Wu Sect. Even the eight ordinary disciples of the Han Wu Sect bolstered their courage and rushed out with their swords once again.

The sound of metal clashing rang out incessantly. The vast and silent desert seemed to be alive.

"Bam."

A petite body slammed into the donkey cart.

If it were any other donkey, even if it were a third stage Hunchbacked Tiger that had the bloodline of a superior demonic beast, it would be shocked to the point that its hooves would be raised.

However, even though the old donkey was timid and was quite scared when it met a tiger, its heart was not affected in the slightest when it was hit by a heavy object.

Why?

Along the way, Chen Chungou carefully served the deity in the donkey cart. He had been sent flying by an inexplicable rage time and time again, and repeatedly crashed into the donkey cart.

At first, the old donkey would tremble in fear, but when it got used to being smashed by Chen Chang Ku, the emotional ups and downs were not that big. Sometimes, it would even give Chen Chang'e's a very human-like look, as if mocking a man like him for being scolded by a woman and sent flying all over the place, which really shamed it.

The old donkey was not surprised, and neither did the white robed deity in the donkey cart. Only Chen Chang He narrowed his eyes and looked over.

The person who flew over and smashed the donkey cart was one of the eight disciples of the Han Wu Sect — Yu Jiao.

Like her name, Yu Jiao was a cute and cute girl.

Her character was bashful and timid, even when facing the low status donkey husband Chen Chang He, she would never dare to look down on him. Every time she saw Chen Chang He, she would always look like she was looking at someone else, with her face flushed red and her silly little head lowered.

Compared to the other disciples who mocked and ridiculed him while standing on the same front as Wang Le, Yu Jiao evidently won against Chen Chang He's goodwill.

Chen Chang He went forward to support the petite and petite girl, and looked at the [Exquisite Three-Foot Sword] in her hands, and then looked at the bloodstain on her lips.

Chen Chang Mo said: "How good would it be to hide behind senior brother's master?"

Yu Jiao was still a bit shy, but the sword in her hand was raised. She seemed a bit stubborn, so stubborn that it was cute. "I have to help share some of the burden with senior brother master."

Chen Chang He laughed, and then quietly stopped his chanting. "How about you lend me your sword, and I'll help you?"

Yu Jiao first looked at Chen Chang He in surprise, then she shook her head like a rattle drum, and said: "It's impossible, it's impossible. Young Master Chen, you can't cultivate, I should protect you."

Chen Chang'e laughed. "Why did you say I can't cultivate?"

Yu Jiao replied, "Senior Mingxiu said that since you don't even have a Heaven and Earth Pouch, you should at most... It is impossible for a military man to be a cultivator.

Chen Chang Ku laughed, and looked at Wang Le who was not far away from him, who was immersed in a blood fight, looking valiant and valiant, he did not say a word.

At this moment, Yu Jiao's pupils constricted. She took a step forward and stood in front of Chen Chang Zai, her petite body blocking the incoming man in black, her gaze firm. She held her sword horizontally in front of her chest and said: "Young Master Chen, I'll protect you.

The black clothed man that was rushing over was a first level spirit essence cultivator, while Yu Jiao was only a fifth level spirit realm cultivator. The difference between the two could not be described as small.

Chen Chang Ku wanted to laugh, but at the same time, he could not help but sigh.

There weren't many people who were pure and kind in the cultivation world. If they wanted to survive in the cultivation world, this kind of character was absolutely impossible to obtain. However, how could such a girl not be precious?

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