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Jiang Manlou, driven by curiosity, wanted to know why the sword of the young master of Zhujiancheng was so anxious about the evening and dusk.

He called out the waiter and left silver. Jiang Manlou took two tale generals and golden armor and hurried downstairs, mingled in the bustling streets of pedestrians, and followed Jian Fu Shen all the way.

...

In the Dragon Prison Hall, the oil lamp suddenly flashed in the Dragon Prison Hall. Luo Changfeng sat cross-legged and closed his eyes slightly frowned, and then opened his eyes gently.

The fire is flashing because of the wind.

However, he had been imprisoned in Longhu Prison for nearly 20 days, but he never knew that there would be a ventilation area where the rocks were so tightly piled up!

The appearance of wind is naturally not a prison that someone might not be able to break even if the Venerable Venerables in the Realm of Transformation. The only explanation that Luo Changfeng could think of is murderous aura!

Killing aura is also wind!

Sure enough, after the lights flashed, he heard some sounds that did not belong to the Dragon Prisoner Hall at this moment. At least, he had never heard such movement before tonight.

"Is it the Prison Dragon Conference or Guigu Forest?"

Luo Changfeng thought about it carefully. If Jian Fu Chong wanted to kill someone, there was no need to be so sneaky. After all, the entire sword-casting city was in its hands. The scattered movements outside the Dragon and Tiger Prison were more like the style of Guigulin. That night, the night

He has a deep understanding of the destruction of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

But why did Guigulin kill himself?

He suddenly thought of Zhizi.

When the dragon and tiger were fighting, Zhizi was beside the sword floating. He could somehow guessed the rough process and Guigu Forest's means of destroying the sect at the rainy night.

Thinking that Guigulin's goal this time is Sword Forging City? And it is a re-use of the same trick that has been tried and done? First, it was Yi Shenzong, then Wanbeast Sect, and now it is Sword Forging City... Guigulin wants to dominate the south of the world.

?

At this moment, Luo Changfeng did not know that Guigulin had been completely controlled by the alien race. He could only use some experiences to piece together and calculate what he finally planned. He believed that if he really belonged to the life-and-death struggle between the major forces in Tiannan, he would have been

I have no right to ask, but I am worried about being involved in the Zhizi.

Just as he was thinking, the faint sound in his ears suddenly became silent again, and even the unusual murderous aura disappeared, which made Luo Changfeng even more confused!

...

It turned out that someone suddenly broke into the Prison Dragon Hall.

It was really a coincidence for the man in black who was hiding on the castle around him when night was covered. However, it was a normal thing for the young master of the sword in the sword casting city.

Because the Prison Dragon Hall was originally the industry he operated.

Accompanied by a black cloth blindfolded man who won the battle between dragon and tiger, the white-clothed sword floated and rose to the iron gate of the arena.

Last night, the Immortal slaves came to report that it was Chiko who was exploring the prison under his name. In fact, when the man in black and silver-haired dragon and tiger shot him with a shot, Jian Fukong predicted that the two met from Chiko's reaction. Originally, he wanted to

Let’s see what the relationship between Zhizi and the people in prison is, so it didn’t appear last night.

He was waiting, waiting for Zhizi to take the initiative to explain.

But who knew that this had been waiting for a whole night. Not only did Zhizi not explain, but he even disappeared completely.

The man who was imprisoned in prison after a while was in search of no results. He also wanted to know how this man's strength could fall into the hands of a slave trader with his shot.

The white-clothed sword floating in front of the iron gate was standing in front of the iron gate, and found that the arena was unattended tonight, but it was strangely quiet around.

Just as I was about to ask something, the sea breeze passed through the mountains and rivers and entered the city, with a slight fishy smell on my face.

The sword floated and the eyes shone brightly.

How could he not tell the difference between the humid and fishy smell of the sea breeze when he was young? He was very sure that the wind was filled with the smell of blood!

...

On the ten-foot-meter round castle in the arena, there were about twenty black-clad men who had completed the massacre of the Dragon Prisoner, all of whom were holding their breath, fearing that the white-clad person in the arena was alarmed.

Jian Fuchen turned around, looked at the high walls around and said coldly: "Since you are visiting the Prison Dragon Conference, why not show up to meet? When it is heard, wouldn't you say that I've neglected the distinguished guests?"

The sword floated and the darkness of cultivation, and the majestic sound echoed in the shallow night like thunder.

Luo Changfeng, who had always sensed the movements outside the iron gate in the Longhu Prison, finally determined that the uninvited guest of the Dragon Prisoner was himself.

Perhaps those people had not had time to take action, and they encountered the young master of the sword in the sword rising.

On the castle, the black-clothed leader who was ordered by King Xiaoyao to take away the prison was also a decisive character. He did not respond to the gaze of his subordinates waiting for him to give orders, but simply waved his hand.

His meaning is very obvious.

Once you come, kill it.

In the dark night when the stars were blinking, a sudden whistling wind suddenly occurred. The sword floated and the locked eyebrows looked along the sound of the breaking through the air, and saw dozens of silver arrows flying from all directions.

“Back.”

Just as Jian Fuchen was in a state of anger, he sneered, and his blindfolded entourage retreated behind him. He called out, and then a sword light left a red arc in the night sky with the sound of the sword.

The evil sword flew around the Ten-Shanghai Castle for a whole circle. The red sword light cut off all the arrows and finally fell obediently into the sword floating palm.

One after another, unknown figures of black-clothed men jumped down from the castle. They surrounded the sword floating and the master and servant, and the cold weapons in their hands were still dripping with undry blood.

The black-clothed leader in charge of this operation stood opposite the white-clothed sword with his hands in his arms, with a faint luster surrounding his body, like the faint light of stars in the night sky.

Looking at the man, holding the red sword in his hand, he felt a little surprised: "When will the sword-making city sneak into your strong man with such cultivation? My dignified young master has not received any news."

The head in black sneered: "The young city lord Yushu is elegant and unruly in the wind. When he wakes up and watches the dragon and tiger fighting and lying on the beautiful knees, my brothers and others enter the city to enjoy the scenery, how dare you disturb such trivial matters?"

Jian Fuchen looked at the evil in his hand: "But you still alarmed me."

The black-clothed leader sighed: "What a failure!"

Jian Fuchen said, "So? Are you planning to retreat or sleep here forever?"

The black-clothed leader laughed: "It depends on whether you have such skills!"

The laughter echoed.

The sword floated and suddenly raised its head, its eyes like an eagle, locking the figure of the black-clothed leader. It immediately turned around its wrist, opened its palm, and the extremely spiritual but evil-like flash flew straight towards the man.

It has to be said that the sword floating and sword control technique with the peak cultivation level of the Spiritual Orb Realm has reached the level of ease, and even if it is placed in the 72 strange peaks of Kunlun, it is an absolute best. Among the same generation, there is probably only Muyun Sword City

The brothers who are entangled with Wang Xiaoer's fate can be compared with each other.

However, when the thunder sword was only a palm wide from the black-clothed leader, a strange pattern with a faint luster suddenly appeared on the latter's chest. The pattern formed a light curtain in front of him, and it actually blocked the ancient sword.

In front of you.

...

Jiang Manlou and two Fu Jinpeng stood on the roof of the tower above the castle, as if they could touch the bright moon with just one hand. However, the Lord of Tibingshan was obviously not interested in the moon plate above his head, and he touched it.

Her smooth chin, with a gloating smile: "Lord Benshan wants to see how much you, the young master of the sword casting city, is under the hands of the powerful aliens, and dare to turn me off!"