Hutou City, prison.
Yu Liancheng, dressed in black, came to the prison to meet a prisoner.
Dongyue Jianchi Chaiqingshan.
In the prison cell, Chai Qingshan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. He did not feel at all depressed as a prisoner, and he had the demeanor of a master.
Chai Qingshan heard the footsteps, opened his eyes, looked up and saw Emperor Murong Tong walking into the cell with a smile, and sighed: "Murong Leader, congratulations, the plan is a great success."
Yu Liancheng chuckled and said: "Lao Chai, this plan can be successful because of your contribution."
Chai Qingshan sighed again: "Chai just did some trivial things. Even without Chai, what should happen will still happen."
In fact, Yu Liancheng had already known about the young emperor's plan, and took the initiative to push things along, so that what happened today was justifiable.
As for Chai Qingshan, he is also in Yulian City's plan.
Yu Liancheng and Chai Qingshan are old acquaintances.
When Yu Liancheng went out for the first time, he rushed from Huishan to Beiliang, passed by the Guangling River to watch the tide, and had a small conflict with King Guangling, which gave rise to the legend of "Tian Zun's Three Thousand Riders".
Chai Qingshan was a guest of King Guangling, and his life was spared by Yulian City.
During the Huishan Heavy Snow Festival, Chai Qingshan also participated in the shocking battle and was defeated by Yu Liancheng with a casual sword. However, he had a deep understanding and made further progress.
In this way, Yu Liancheng felt the kindness of sparing Chai Qingshan's life and the kindness of understanding.
When the sect leader Song Nianqing asked him to assist Zuo Qi Jiajie in completing the Thousand Miles Flying Sword, Chai Qingshan was very torn between the sect on one side and his benefactor on the other.
After some contemplation, he conveyed the message to Yuliancheng in a cryptic manner, and then decided to retreat and no longer participate in this matter.
However, Yu Liancheng secretly approached him personally and asked him to agree to the matter.
But he was asked to accomplish one thing, that is, when Qi Jiajie released the Thousand Miles Flying Sword, he had to do it in full view of the public, so that he could make a fuss about it.
"No matter how powerful the Jianghu forces are, whether it is Longhu Mountain or Dongyue Jianchi, in the final analysis, how can they defeat Liyang Beiliang? They are just chess pieces." Chai Qingshan sighed.
"Haha, in the final analysis, I still lack strength and confidence. Otherwise, I will ask for help from the court, stand tall and stand tall, and be strong without desire. Look at Deng Tai'a, Li Chungang, and Sui Xiegu who spits out three thousand swords. Isn't that one Carefree and free." Yu Liancheng chuckled.
"Yes, Dongyue Jianchi is still too weak." Chai Qingshan shook his head and changed the topic: "By the way, how about Qi Jia Festival?"
"I don't know." Yu Liancheng said calmly: "That crazy woman named Xuanyuan is chasing him. As long as he can escape from that crazy woman, I don't bother to pursue him."
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In the night.
There was a "whoosh" sound, and a figure quickly passed by.
This man has a white robe and a jade belt, and a long sword on his waist.
The name of the sword is "Chang Chai". The scabbard is dark and simple, and seems to be made of the skin of a python. But what is really surprising is that this sword does not have a sword guard. So he lifted the sword hilt upside down and the sword immediately slipped out of its sheath.
The world's long sword has been nicknamed "Chang Chai" since ancient times. This name is enough to show its owner's pride in the sword.
There are tens of thousands of swords in the world, but one of my long shackles is enough.
The owner of this long sword is indeed famous.
——Qi Jiajie, the best swordsman in the capital.
Together with Beimang Jianqi, Huang Qing is also known as "Qi Shu Huangdao", and is regarded as the successor of the two sword gods Deng Tai'a and Li Chungang respectively.
But it's a pity that while the two sword gods are still in the world and leading the way, the fate of these two successors is not good.
Jian Qi nearly Huang Qing was killed in the battle against Yulian City.
Qi Jiajie was also running frantically for his life.
He was not completely confident about whether he could survive today.
In this "Flying Sword" incident, he played a huge role and played an extremely important role.
And with that sword slash, he and Beiliang were in a fight to the death.
In Beiliang, where there are many experts, even if he has a root mask, he is afraid that his identity will be guessed now.
As the number one swordsman in the capital, Qi Jiajie's cultivation is naturally not bad.
Even if he faced the pursuit and interception of Beiliang masters, he was confident that he could escape.
But the premise is that the martial arts co-leader doesn't take action.
Just thinking of that peerless figure dominating the world on Mount Hui, Qi Jiajie felt a shudder, feeling fear deep in his heart.
If that person showed up, he, the number one swordsman in the capital, would not need to take action at all, as his own fighting spirit would collapse first.
Qi Jiajie exerted his Qinggong with all his strength. He was as fast as a ghost. The scenery around him flew past his eyes, turning into silhouettes. His body movements were so dexterous and his speed was so fast that even flying birds could not catch up with him.
It's not that he doesn't have methods similar to those of Chengfeng and Yujian, it's just that it attracts the owner's attention too much and can easily be discovered.
Suddenly, Qi Jiajie frowned slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw a figure behind him.
In terms of pure Qinggong, there are not many people in the world who can keep up with his footsteps, but every one of them is enough to become a strong opponent.
With this thought, Qi Jiajie had made a decision in his heart.
Suddenly, Qi Jiajie's body movement suddenly folded, he turned around and flicked his sleeves on the branches nearby. Immediately, several leaves flew towards the man behind him.
Every leaf carries a sharp sword energy.
For the best swordsman in the capital, picking leaves can kill people.
At the same time, the energy in his body suddenly exploded like a rising tide. The long sword suddenly came out of its sheath and turned into a shocking sword light, thrust out with a "chi" sound.
But when his eyes fell on that black figure, the sword in his palm froze slightly, and a sense of fear instantly filled his heart.
And the slender black figure flicked his sleeves, and the leaves turned into powder. Two slender fingers moved forward to clamp the long sword that was thrust towards him.
"Hey, Qi Jiajie, when did your sword become so weak?" The black figure opposite raised his eyebrows, seemingly puzzled.
"Is it you?" Only then did Qi Jiajie realize that the black-clothed figure in front of him was not the person he imagined, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng who had originally given the Snow Token to him.
"Who else could it be if it wasn't me?" Xuanyuan Qingfeng chuckled, with a strange aura all over his body: "Did you think it was Master Murong Mountain? Haha, no wonder the sword just now was so anticlimactic, it was originally frightened. I’m brave.”
Qi Jiajie turned his wrist, and the blade of the sword slashed Xuanyuan Qingfeng's fingers, forcing the latter to let go of the long sword in his hand.
He was not in a hurry to take action, but looked around cautiously.
"Don't worry, I'm the only one responsible for chasing you this time."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng chuckled, his jet-black hair rising like a waterfall, the air within a ten-foot radius roared, and the sky swept wildly, rushing towards the slender and graceful body. It was as if she had turned herself into a whirlpool of demons, and the light became dim, as if she was being pulled into her body.
Wow!
This terrifying suction force became more and more powerful, and the surrounding vegetation seemed to be swept by a strong wind, and fell to the ground one after another, as if they all bowed to Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
"This woman..." Qi Jiajie frowned at first, and then sneered: "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, you were defeated by me last time in the capital. If you don't want to lose your life in vain, get away from me." Long Chai Sword Pointing to the ground, he turned his wrist, and the sharp energy that belonged to the swordsman was immediately dispersed.
"Keke, I did lose last time. As for who will win this time, that's not certain yet." A cold and murderous aura full of unabashed malice enveloped Qi Jiajie.
The next moment, the magic field expanded to include Qi Jiajie.
The number one swordsman in the capital immediately felt like the space was upside down and collapsed inch by inch.
There was also a terrifying suction force, and Qi Jiajie's Qi machine was uncontrollable and surged towards Xuanyuan Qingfeng in the center of the vortex.
"court death!"
Qi Jiajie's eyes were half-closed. At the moment when the energy in his body surged to the limit, a cold sword light shot out of the air and cut through the magic field. It's like a ray of light in the endless darkness, cutting through all the fog that blocks the way forward.
Something changed later. He had to get rid of this woman as soon as possible, otherwise his life would be at stake when the rest of the pursuers arrived. To this end, he went all out, even at the cost of a sharp decline in his realm.
"Keke, you came just in time."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered and rushed towards Qi Jiajie. Demonic vortexes emerged one after another, turning the space more and more upside down.
As a result, this soul-catching Rakshasa, who was becoming more and more popular in the world, once again clashed with the number one swordsman in the capital.
Qi Jiajie's famous sword is spread out, and the sword energy is overflowing.
The number one swordsman in the capital did not learn from famous masters. He made every step by himself.
His swordsmanship is fierce and experienced, and every move is refined.
He may not be able to make it into the top ten of the martial arts review, but like Xuanyuan Qingfeng, he is a strong candidate for the top ten.
As for Xuanyuan Qingfeng, after the battle between Huishan and Yulian City, his mood has reached a higher level, and he has no pressure to confront Qi Jiajie head-on.
The fight between the two became faster and faster, the sword light circulated, and the energy exploded one after another.
Although Qi Jiajie's swordsmanship was excellent, he was impatient at the moment and had many flaws when he made his moves. He was almost injured by Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
Fortunately, Qi Jiajie has been able to remain the number one swordsman in the capital for many years. After many small and large battles, he quickly adjusted his mood and became a match with Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
As time passed, the battle finally came to an end.
Sparks flew in the air, thunder crackled, and in the lightning flash, the two figures touched each other.
Qi Jiajie groaned, his face turned pale, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He staggered back, his chest collapsed, and his sternum was shattered by the opponent.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng also fell from the air pale, and was stabbed by Qi Jiajie's sword in his ribs. His black clothes were soaked with blood. However, just when she was about to land, she took a breath of energy, slapped the ground with her palm, and suddenly jumped up again, rushing towards Qi Jiajie.
"This crazy woman..."
Qi Jiajie also reacted very quickly and stabbed out with his sword.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng deflected slightly and hit the sword without any hesitation.
She immediately felt a cold sting, as if it was about to penetrate her whole body.
But the evil smile on the corner of Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mouth became more and more intense. His delicate hands were bent into claws, and he easily grabbed into Qi Jiajie's chest, and at the same time, he also grabbed the beating heart.
boom! Just a pinch.
Qi Jiajie's eyes widened, his face turned pale, and he fell down softly.
But with his first-level cultivation, he was still breathing weakly. Xuanyuan Qingfeng's blood-stained palm grabbed Qi Jiajie's wrist, and the demon's magic was running wildly.
Qi Jiajie's gradually dissipating true energy suddenly surged towards Emperor Murong Tong like a river bursting its embankment.
"Madman, madman, really a madman..."
This is probably the last thought on the Qijia Festival.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and the scenery in front of him quickly transformed into black, and finally gradually darkened.
"It's so delicious." Xuanyuan Qingfeng retracted his palm, stretched out his scarlet tongue, and licked the heart blood that had not yet solidified on his fingers.
She felt the flow of energy all over her body. She felt that her whole body was full of energy, and her whole body was stronger than ever before. The breath flowing in her meridians was as long as a river and could not be cut off.
"Thank you very much, the best swordsman in the capital. By the way, you can lend me this head too. I have issued a military order to take your head back, otherwise it will be difficult to do business."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled charmingly at the corpse on the ground, lowered his body, turned around and left.
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ps: Chapter 3, a 3,000-word chapter, please vote for me
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
