The person who stopped him was a young man, his eyes were very bright, his eyes were bright and bright, and Cheng Qian thought he was troublesome, but when he saw these eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little more favorable. The young man was only reporting a glimmer of hope, but he was overjoyed for a while.

However, he was happy, but his head was not dizzy. When he saw Cheng Qian, he was busy picking up the most important things and quickly said: "Senior, there are restrictions on the chains that bind us!"

Cheng Qian listened to it without saying a word, raised the sword and chopped, only to hear a "chuck", the frost blade collided with the chain, and the chain didn't move at all.

"No, you can't force it." The young man hurriedly said, "I'll think of a way, senior... Be careful!"

Three or four demon cultivators had already approached, and they swarmed up from behind Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian didn't even look back, and the frost blade swung a huge circle in his hand. This fierce sword rarely kills. The sharp blade was dyed blood red. Killing people, chopped off a bunch of heads one after another, and finally turned back with flying blood flowers. Before the young man could speak, he slashed at the same position on the chain for the second time.

The young man was caught in his throat in one breath, and in an instant, the fierce sword and the prohibition of the devil had collided three times in a row, each time more fierce, the black qi and the frost were entangled with each other, and the battle was inseparable.

The young man trapped in the chains made both of them unable to keep their eyes open. They didn't understand why this man was so gentle and gentle, why the solution to the problem was so simple and crude.

Finally, the crueler one wins.

In the young man's stunned, the restraining chain that locked him cracked a crack with a "click", and the emanating demonic energy spread out like black smoke on the ashes, and the empty chain was nothing but ordinary iron. Earn and disconnect.

Cheng Qian flicked his fingers, and a white light turned into the shape of a flying horse in the air, and flew straight into the sky-this was to inform Tang Zhen that he had succeeded, and he immediately escaped so that they would be ready to respond.

The magic energy of the four directions gathered like a thunderbolt, and desperately pressed down on Cheng Qian, and was carried by him with the frost blade.

Cheng Qian stood at the tip of the tuyere, holding one end of the frost blade with both hands as if a mighty cockroach was shaking a tree, and said to the young man without turning his head, "Hide away."

The young man had already seen that this person was terrifying, and he saw the opportunity very quickly. Hearing this, he immediately retreated outside the small building without looking back.

Cheng Qian turned to one side abruptly and slashed the sword full of demonic energy to the ground. Zhaoyang City was cut into a half-zhang deep hole by his sword from east to west, and the overflowing demonic energy crashed to the ground. The pavilion like a demon cave suddenly fell apart, and he kept doing it without doing anything—letting all the unfortunate people in the dark prison out.

Most of the people here are monks, and they must have been tortured in such a filthy place. When they were freed at first, their eyes were red.

A melee began.

Just when Cheng Qian felt that he was almost ready to take advantage of the chaos, a pipa sound suddenly came from a distance, and the metal string pierced into the eardrum and penetrated directly into the human body. It stirred a bit.

Immediately, the sound of the pipa was embarassed from all sides, returning to the entire Zhaoyang City. The sweet and greasy smell that had been dissipated by the bloody aura came up from nowhere, making people feel soft for a while, Cheng Qian suddenly felt that he It was as if he was lying in a pile of cotton, with indescribable softness and wetness pouring out of his limbs. There was a murmur in his ear, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist softly and boneless, fingertips like scallions seemed to lead a group of ants crawling over him, Ma Susu.

It's a pity that although the devil has charm songs, he has hit a piece of iron at this time - Cheng Qian didn't like this kind of seduction, and he just witnessed all kinds of unbearable things in the devil's cave. Furious, he rolled the frost blade into a whirlwind, and slashed all the pink and skeletons into a bare neck with one sword. Cheng Qian smelled the pungent incense on his body, and wished he could find a ditch to dig in and take a good shower.

Seeing his iron heart, someone hummed softly not far away, and the sound of the pipa music changed suddenly, mixed with the sound of a leaf flute, sharp and thin, constantly drilling into people's ears.

Cheng Qian saw a flower in front of his eyes, and the illusion reappeared. In an instant, countless figures flashed through his heart, the sweet and greasy aroma suddenly disappeared, and a familiar orchid fragrance suddenly came from the surroundings. Immediately afterwards, the arm that was entangled in him turned into a cloud of blue smoke, and fell not far from him, turning into a familiar person.

The man held a fan in his hand, and his strokes revealed a pair of smiling eyes and a hand with a copper coin ring.

Cheng Qian: "..."

He couldn't help but stay for a while, a little confused, but luckily it didn't take long. The next moment, an identical copper coin ring landed on his palm - this is the one he picked up from the master's hand.

The ghostly ghost in the ring appeared like a ghost, no matter what, the god blocking and killing the gods slapped the phantom in front of him, and slapped the fake monster away with a slap. Mortal's eyes, with a chilling expression, drilled back into the copper coin ring.

This stupid imitation spirit unexpectedly has the ability to ward off evil spirits.

Cheng Qian came back to his senses, his ears suddenly felt a little hot, and he felt that he would not be able to look directly at the mirror for a while in the future.

He pushed the frost-blade sword, and the tip of the sword blew out the abundant water vapor in the air, freezing it into a huge piece of ice, which collided with the blade, and the sound of gold and stone instantly smashed the pipa into pieces. The hallucination cháo melted into a dense fog like water.

Only then did Cheng Qian see that the surrounding walls of Zhaoyang City were covered with strings that were about a foot long. A half-male demon on the city wall was holding a pipa in his hand, his eyes were somber with Cheng Qian, and he immediately disappeared.

The young man who ran out first fell to Cheng Qian out of breath, and said, "This devil is one of the Nightmare Pedestrians, the sect master named 'Happy Sect', very lewd—oh, the younger disciple of the White Tiger Villa. Zhuang Nanxi, came here on the order of the teacher to visit the large-scale gathering of magic cultivators, and if he didn't check it for a while, he was in the way of this person - I don't know what the seniors called?"

"Fuyao, Cheng Qian." Cheng Qian put down these words briefly, and suddenly rose into the air, striking down a demon cultivator who raised a horn to prepare for the number chuī on the bell tower in Zhaoyang City, and glanced down at the village Nanxi. With a glance, he said, "Don't leave, are you waiting to be besieged by a city's nasty devil?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Nanxi jumped up to a big tree in the city, and as his body rose and fell, a three-foot-tall bow was formed out of thin air. Said: "Xiao Qi, borrow a fire—"

A thin young man appeared out of nowhere, quickly pinched a hand gesture, and a cold ball of fire came out of his mouth, flying towards Zhuang Nanxi like a meteor, and said, "The last ball."

Zhuang Nanxi uttered a long whistle, and the indigo flame suddenly pulled out seven or eight feet long, and the beating flame turned into an arrow, which passed through the bowstring with unparalleled accuracy, and only heard a "boom", and the rocket flew straight to the sky , and then exploded into thousands of sparks in the sky, blooming everywhere, burning the entire Zhaoyang City into a sea of ​​fire.

Zhuang Nanxi raised his head and let out a long whistle, the whistles around him responded one after another, and several figures quickly followed his instructions and retreated out of the city, well-trained.

Cheng Qian watched from the sidelines, feeling a little emotional - compared to the Qinglong Island disciples who were mourning every day, they had turned into the Vermillion Bird Pagoda in a haunted house with no disciples. Although these people under the White Tiger Villa lacked some experience, they were really very promising.

Under the special care of Cheng Qian, the group broke open the city gate of Zhaoyang City and fled north, chasing the big and small demon cultivators behind them.

Zhuang Nanxi asked Cheng Qian loudly, "Senior, how do you get rid of them?"

Cheng Qian: "Don't throw it away."

Just as he finished speaking, a black flag fell from the sky, covering his face, just in time to dive into them, and accurately robbed a demon head inside.

In midair, Tang Zhen got a live Pegasus from somewhere, and was waiting for him with Liu Lang and Nian Da.

"Take it," Cheng Qian threw the Yuwu guī, who had swallowed Bingxinhuo, into Tang Zhen's arms and said, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go!"

Nian Da looked at the overwhelming demonic energy, and he was already scared to death. Just waiting for his words, when he heard the words, he immediately raised his whip and drove the Pegasus to run wild.

Nianda: "Uncle Cheng, hurry up—"

Cheng Qian ignored him and stayed where he was.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Zhen's black banner was torn open, and Sect Master Huanxi, who was holding a pipa on the city wall, personally led the crowd to chase after him, but stopped a few feet away from Cheng Qian.

This place has already left the magic city, and without all the strange magic traps in the city to rely on, the Huanxi Sect Master suddenly regretted his anger and rushed out.

Unless he is a genius of the sky, otherwise those who are addicted to demons and outsiders, if they are really fighting against others, it seems that there will always be some lack of confidence.

Cheng Qian was alone with his sword hanging in the air, and his half-old sleeves flew up and down, as if he could go home at any time, but for some reason, no one dared to approach him within three feet, and a strange, suffocating silence filled the southern sky. Come.

The Sect Master of the Huanxi Sect glanced at the direction where Zhuang Nanxi and others were fleeing, and asked cautiously, "Dare to ask what kind of enmity there is between Zunjia and my faction? Why did you deceive me on Zhaoyang City for no reason?"

This devil is really invisible, and in a blink of an eye, Zhaoyang City has been regarded as their home.

"I didn't have one, and I'm not a saint who protects the way of demons. It's just..." Cheng Qian stared at the pipa in the hands of the Sect Master of the Huanxi Sect. As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the frost blade, and the cold iron rubbed against the scabbard and made an ear-piercing sound. He screamed, and he suddenly smiled coldly, "How dare you, dare to use that pickled devil to turn into the appearance of the head of the cost sect!"

The next moment, the frost blade bào came out in anger, and Cheng Qianqian's suppressed realm and coercion in the magic city finally revealed his fangs without concealment——