There were dots of stars hanging in the night sky, but Jun Jianchen was feeling extremely confused at this moment.
His originally calm heart was experiencing endless ups and downs at this moment.
Jun Moran's desperate eyes and desolate voice kept appearing in front of him.
"It must be very cold now that she's in jail, right?"
As soon as Jianyi stood up, he put the mahogany sword in his arms behind his back, changed his outfit, and went out cautiously.
He wants to do one thing - rob prison!
Although Jun Moran had only met him a few times, it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The pure swordsman wants to live according to his heart. If he doesn't go this time and violates his own heart, then in the future, sword cultivation will come to a critical moment.
What happened yesterday will become the inner demon of his sword cultivation.
The Heavenly Prison of the Sword Soul Palace exudes a foul smell. Jun Jianchen came here for the first time and was not familiar with it. Fortunately, he relied on his agility.
So far, he has avoided many informants and successfully infiltrated into the prison.
The sky prison was heavily guarded, but it was already late at night, so many guards relaxed their guard.
Jun Jianchen's figure flew by quickly, and whenever there was any movement, he would be granted the title of Marquis with a sword. His cultivation over the years, his cultivation in swordsmanship,
He has already surpassed Jun Yuan by a long way, and it is no exaggeration to call him the number one swordsman in Sword Soul Palace.
Most of the guards in the Heavenly Prison are in the second realm, and those in the third realm are quite rare.
Jun Jianchen, on the other hand, is a master of the fourth realm, the Zhanpo realm, and the third heaven, and he is a sword cultivator himself.
Prison robbery was easy for him. Besides, who would have thought that the first direct disciple of Sword Soul Palace would come to prison.
Jun Jianchen didn't dare to make too much noise. After all, he knew the seriousness of the matter. Jun Moran made the son of the Lord of the First Palace extinct with one sword. Needless to say what this meant.
Therefore, Jun Moran is a repeat offender, and he is the type who will be executed by Ling Chi.
There are thousands of cells in the Heavenly Prison of the Sword Soul Palace, and searching from cell to cell is simply not an option.
Jun Jianchen flashed in front of a jailer and pressed the peach wood sword in his hand against the prisoner's neck.
"If you want to survive, you have to answer whatever I ask!"
This wooden sword seemed light and had no murderous intent at all, but it seemed that as long as Jun Jianchen came even an inch closer, the sharp edge of the sword could cut his throat.
The jailer was frightened and could only nod his head.
"Will there be new prisoners coming in tonight?"
Jun Jianchen’s voice sounded as cold as a machine.
"Yes, yes."
the jailer stammered.
"Where? What's your name?"
Jun Jianchen, a trace of eagerness flashed across his expression.
"In the heaven-level cell, call, call, yes! My name is Jun Moran."
The jailer was so frightened by Jun Jianchen's expression that he was afraid that Jun Jianchen would not keep his promise, so he killed him with a sword.
"Ha! Take me there, otherwise..."
Before Jun Jianchen finished speaking, the jailer immediately nodded and walked in front, while Jun Jianchen's peach wood sword was pressed against his life gate.
He was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, so he could only do as Jun Jianchen said.
The Heavenly Level Cell is the Sword Soul Palace's special place for detaining felons.
The prisoners here are basically labeled as destined to die. As for prison robbery, there has never been such an example in the Sword Soul Palace.
Soon the two of them came to the heaven-level cells. There were cells lined up one after another. Jun Jianchen escorted the jailer and searched for them one by one.
The room at the end was dark, damp, and smelly, and there were also the sounds of rats from time to time. Those were hungry prisoners catching rats to eat.
Inside the dark iron cell, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of water dripping.
"Just, this is it...please, please let me go, me, I have an old man above me and a young child below me..."
"Open!"
Jun Jianchen said in a slightly trembling tone.
"me……"
The jailer groaned, struggling in his heart. If he opened the cell privately, once the prisoner escaped, death would be waiting for him.
And if he doesn't open the cell, he will die now, immediately, and immediately.
"I'll open it, please..."
"Um?"
Feeling the impatience on Jun Jianchen's face, the jailer moved his hand closer to the heavy iron lock without hesitation.
Click!
Come on!
squeak!
The door of the iron prison opened, and the white clothes were as white as snow. They had long lost their past elegance, and the soaked clothes clung to the body.
Cold shackles cuffed her hands and feet, and heavy chains locked her jade neck.
Sitting quietly on the damp ground with his eyes closed, Jun Moran had no reaction even when the iron prison was opened.
"Sir, please spare my life..."
"roll!"
Seeing Jun Moran who was tortured into a state of disgrace, Jian Yi sighed inwardly, and the peach wood sword behind his back was instantly unsheathed.
Dang!
Click!
Dang!
With a burst of sparks flying, the shackles that bound Jun Moran were broken.
Jun Moran, whose beautiful eyes were originally closed, heard the shackles on his body collide with something, and then cut off his voice.
The lowered eyes were raised.
He met Jun Jianchen's eyes that were as bright as the starry sky.
Finally, her eyes rested on Jun Jianchen's peach wood sword. This peach wood sword had long been engraved in her heart. With her nine-apertured exquisite heart, her memory was even more extraordinary, with almost a photographic memory.
"Who are you?"
"Jun Jianchen."
Although Jian Yi had some affection for the woman in front of him, he couldn't tell his biggest secret easily.
"No, you're not, then who am I?"
Jun Moran asked a question.
"Jun Moran."
"Ha! I am Chu Linglong, and your sword, Yi! Why did you save me?"
The moment Chu Linglong recognized the Taomu Jian, she was sure of Jun Jianchen's true identity.
"There is no reason. I want to save him, so I saved him. Let's go! The people from Sword Soul Palace will be here soon."
Jianyi said softly.
"Go away! Take me with you. None of us can leave. Are you right..."
Jian Yi didn't say anything, walked quickly to Chu Linglong's side, picked her up on his back, held the peach wood sword, and walked out of the cell.
However, at this time, a dragnet has been set up in Tianlao.
"Jianyi, thank you for letting me leave. This is just a trial mission for me, and I won't really die."
At this time, Jian Yi did not speak. Looking at the overlapping figures in front of him, there was no timidity on his face, but only excitement.
The immortal body has an incredible recovery ability.
"Hold me tight and I'll take you out."
Chu Linglong only responded with these seven short words.
However, Chu Linglong, who fell on his back, felt as if a huge wave had broken through her defenses! Chu Linglong, who has always been immobile, broke her guard.
She murmured in a low voice: "One sword will captivate the king's heart, and this flower will be dyed ink by the king!"
Chu Linglong secretly swore that whether it was Jun Jianchen now or Jianyi outside the trial, he was the one she wanted to stay with forever.
And Jian Yi, who treats the sword like a lover, doesn't know that he can win a nine-aperture exquisite heart with just one sentence.
certainly!
If you want to win the heart of a beautiful woman, you will naturally have to fight bloody battles.
The mahogany sword in his hand shines brightly, and there is a sword spirit guarding him behind him.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace for thousands of miles!
Each one rolled down.
Blood stained the ground in the prison.
Jun Jianchen, who was dressed in white, was like an undefeated sword god at this moment. While his powerful sword intent exploded, he did not retain any profound power that shocked the world at all.
Jun Moran, who was on his back, had a pleasant smile on his face. Even if she and Jun Jianchen died together like this, she would still be happy.
"Devil! You, who are you? Your swordsmanship and your cultivation...why...are you so terrifying?"
The guards guarding the sky prison were frightened. They were like ruthless killing machines, and every sword strike seemed to have been carefully calculated.
Killing is like art to him.
"Jun Jianchen!"
As it fell, Jun Jianchen slashed horizontally with his sword so fiercely that even the earth seemed to be shattered.
"I, the first direct disciple of the Sword Soul Palace, the first person under Jun Yuan, how could it be possible with your swordsmanship..."
Uh-huh!
The sword reaches death.
"Give you a chance to choose, either be killed one by one by me with one sword, or come together and be killed by me at once!"
mad!
Bathed in blood and crazy, the blood has aroused the fighting spirit in Jian Yi's body.
The profound energy in the dantian was running wildly, and sword after sword was slashed out.
How could the second realm, the third realm, be his opponent, the fourth realm, the soul-killing realm, the third-level powerhouse?
"You, Jun Jianchen, how could it be possible with your cultivation level..."
call out!
call out!
With sword energy flying, he carried Jun Moran on his back, step by step, and walked to the gate of Tianlao.
boom!
The moment the cell door opened, a heavy palm fell towards the sword.
"puff!"
Jianyi carried Chu Linglong back dozens of steps before he stabilized his figure, leaving traces on the ground.
After coughing up blood, Jianyi stood up again and looked at the person whose palm fell on his chest.
Wearing an imperial crown on his head, a golden sword at his waist, and a light yellow robe inlaid with gold, he has a mustache and there are several figures around him.
Sword Soul Palace, Palace Master Jun Qianye!
As well as two elders of the Sword Soul Shrine.
"Palace Master."
Jun Jianchen called to the visitor, but there was no respect in his tone, as if the word "Palace Master" was just a title for the other person.
"Jun Jianchen, you are so brave, you dare to rob a prison!"
Jun Qianye, an elder beside him, spoke loudly.
At the same time, he was also shocked. With Jun Jianchen's current cultivation level, he could withstand the palm of the palace master without dying, and he was not seriously injured. There was probably no one in the entire Sword Soul Palace.
"All the tribulations have been robbed. If you want to fight, just fight."
Hearing Jian Yi's words, Chu Linglong, who was on his back, hugged his neck and laughed like a silver bell.
"Okay, very good! You couple of bitches will die for me!"
After the word "death" fell, Jun Qianye's figure remained motionless, but the two elders beside him rushed towards Yang Feng at the same time.
The two holy swords fell towards Jianyi's Tianling Cap.
Jian Yi, holding the sword in both hands, resisted with all his might.
boom!
Jianyi and Chu Linglong both hit the ground heavily.
"puff!"
Both of them vomited blood at the same time.
Qi and blood surged in his chest. Jianyi, who had the undead quality of being an immortal body, just vomited blood and was fine.
Chu Linglong, who had been seriously injured earlier, now had no blood on her face.
But he still didn't speak, let alone beg for mercy, he just hugged Jian Yi's neck quietly.
Even though this body is not really Jianyi's, their souls are connected to each other and will never be separated.
Some people died, but not completely...
