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Chapter 331 Slashing the Swallow with Two Swords ([-])
"Anyway, I won't let you pass." Master Yulan adjusted her expression and said to Chang Yanqing.

Chang Yanqing turned to look at him: "But I will kill people."

Immortal Yulan suddenly remembered something at this moment, and asked quickly, "You killed Sect Master Ji?"

As soon as the words fell, the disciples of the sect stared wide-eyed one after another.

Chang Yanqing shook her head: "He's not dead yet, but it's easy to kill him."

Master Yulan stared intently at the young man's side face, with his arms hanging down from his chest.

"Let him go." Master Yulan said to the group of monks and sect disciples, his expression had completely changed.

"A real person?" Yu Wenjie frowned slightly.

"Be obedient, let him pass." Master Yulan said to the group of young people holding swords.

The scene was deadlocked for a moment, and the monk and the sect disciple finally made way in the middle.

Chang Yanqing looked back at Master Yulan, without saying a word, he walked straight in the direction of the Marble Square, unhurriedly, as if he had grasped the result in his hands.

After the people left, Master Yulan exhaled a long breath.

"Even Sect Master Ji can't stop him, so let's stop making unnecessary sacrifices. Let's deal with him with the people in the square now. There are real people there."

Yu Wenjie quickly understood the words, he nodded vigorously, and the monk behind him instantly understood the situation just now, and his back suddenly felt cold.

Chang Yanqing was strolling along a path surrounded by various flowers and plants. He glanced at it with no expression on his face.

The lavender long sword was held in his hand again. He had a clear goal, and the empty marble square in front of him was getting closer.

……

"You really don't need to follow!" Xiao Ran turned to Lando beside him.

"I'm a little flustered." Landau's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Xiao Ran stared at him for a few times, but didn't speak.

Yan Yao was still sitting on the sword body behind him, observing the surrounding clouds with his eyes. Landau was holding the sword alone, and part of his body was still stained with blood.

"Landao, Chang Yanqing is the person I want to kill." Xiao Ran said in a deep voice.

"I know." Landau responded.

Xiao Ran turned to look at him: "No, it's what I told you before."

Landau's expression was a little dazed at first, and then his eyes widened in surprise.

He turned his head and pondered in his mind for a moment, his face became more solemn than before.

It took a long time before Landau spoke.

"That must kill him."

Xiao Ran took a deep breath, and his hair floated backwards with the air current.

Yan wants to hold her knees, she seems to enjoy the time being carried by Xiao Ran Yujian, the pair of white feet under the skirt are together, one of them is placed on the black half of the sword, the other Only put it on the white half of the sword.

……

Chang Yanqing flipped his wrist, and he cut off a red flower in the flowerbed. The red petals landed steadily on the tip of the sword. Chang Yanqing stared at it. His long and narrow eyes did not fluctuate. A lavender flame ignited on the stamens, and eventually dissipated.

Hundreds of monks and soldiers stood in a neat formation in front of them. They faced the direction of Chang Yanqing, and their expressions were solemn.

A total of twenty gray-haired real people were sitting cross-legged on the stone steps, and the stone steps were upwards. Yang Dian was standing on the inside of the marble fence, with more and more wrinkles on his face, and behind him was a tightly closed wooden door.

Chang Yanqing turned his head slightly, and there was a sound of footsteps approaching quickly from behind.

Master Yulan rushed over with the young monks and sect disciples.

According to the scene in front of him, he seemed to be surrounded.

Chang Yanqing didn't care, he held the sword in his right hand and continued walking forward.

His eyes flicked over the faces of the young monks, including the soldiers, then the twenty real people on the steps, and finally the real man on the top of the sun behind the marble fence.

Chang Yanqing frowned slightly, his eyes continued to look back, he saw the room behind Master Yang Dian, and his eyes were locked on the tightly closed wooden door.

Chang Yanqing frowned, and slightly exerted force on the right hand holding the sword.

Among the monks, Song Qianyi put his palm on the back of Yun Yi's hand, his face full of concern.

Yun Yi lowered his head, as if he was afraid of looking at Chang Yanqing. His hands kept shaking, and the tip of the sword made a scraping sound on the ground.

But Chang Yanqing never took a look at him from the beginning to the end.

"Can you?" Song Qianyi asked.

Yun Yi looked up at her, sweat dripped from the corners of his eyes, it could be seen that he was gritting his teeth and persevering, but his emotions seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"I'm fine, you don't need to distract me, he's very powerful, don't attack him head-on!" Yun Yi said quickly, his lips were trembling after speaking.

Song Qianyi bit her lip, she simply put down the sword and supported Yun Yi with both hands.

Yun Yi finally lost his strength and knelt on the ground on one knee. He let go of the long sword and fell down, making a crisp sound.

The monks turned their heads, and at the same time, the twenty real people on the steps moved!

Chang Yanqing turned the blade over, walked forward a few quick steps, and came into midair.

The silhouettes of twenty real people lined up in midair, sword lights flickered, and the buzzing sound of bursting true energy echoed between the sky and the earth, but Chang Yanqing became illusory under such intensive attacks.

He dodged all the attacks and appeared directly behind one of the real people.

The lavender sword blade scratched the man's arm, the wound did not bleed, but the edge was filled with lavender light.

Yang Dian's pupils shrank, and he flew up immediately. He quickly picked up the falling real man from mid-air, and at the same time turned over the sword, chopped off the injured real man's arm, and closed it again after finishing the work. Acupuncture points on his arms.

"Don't get hit by his sword!" Yang Dian yelled at the remaining [-] real people.

But his voice is not as fast as Chang Yanqing's sword!
One after another, the real people fell from the air, leaving large and small wounds on everyone's body. Chang Yanqing's figure appeared behind everyone like a ghost. He had a chance to kill with a sword, but he did not do so. .

Master Yang Dian looked at the siblings who fell from mid-air, his expression was full of despair, his body seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar in an instant.

Chang Yanqing's ability far exceeded his imagination.

The next moment, every real person who fell down immediately cut off his injured limbs with a sword. The scene was so heartbreaking that one could not bear to look directly at it.

Tears flowed down the wrinkles in the corners of Yang Dian's eyes. He stared at one of the real people, his hands trembling with pain.

"Sixth Junior Brother!" Reverend Yang Dian rushed towards the real person.

The old real person known as the Sixth Junior Brother held his neck. The wound on his neck didn't bleed, but it was getting bigger and bigger, and he couldn't breathe anymore.

"Brother... run away..."

Master Yang Dian covered his neck with his trembling right hand, his eyes were bloodshot.

Chang Yanqing fell from the sky, he opened his sleeves, exposing the skin on his arms.

There was a fresh wound on it.

But around the brand new wound, scars were densely distributed, and the scars were arranged in an extremely regular pattern, as if he had scratched them one by one with a knife.

There is not a piece of intact skin on Chang Yanqing's arm, it is all scars.

He pulled down his sleeves indifferently, then picked up the lavender long sword and walked up the steps.

"stop!"

A low growl came from the cultivators behind.

Chang Yanqing turned her head, it was a young man kneeling on the ground on one knee.

"Golden Core Late Stage." Chang Yanqing murmured to herself, then turned her head and walked up the steps.

The next moment he turned his head sideways, a blazing long sword brushed past his ear and stuck in the gap between the steps.

Chang Yanqing finally turned her head and looked at the young man squarely.

Yun Yi stood up and took out a higher quality long sword from the Qiankun bag on his waist.

"Don't even think about going up." Yun Yi murmured.

A group of monks behind him came over one after another, and everyone's face was so ugly that water could be squeezed out of their eyes.

"You can't beat me." Chang Yanqing said calmly towards Yun Yi.

"I know." Yun Yi said with a smile, his lips were already pale.

Chang Yanqing stared at Yun Yi curiously: "Have we met?"

Yun Yi gritted his teeth and replied: "No."

Chang Yanqing was still looking at Yun Yi curiously, the next moment he frowned slightly, and immediately turned his head back.

The door above the steps was wide open, and at the same time, two figures flew into the sky in opposite directions to the left and right.

Chang Yanqing's eyes showed coldness, he picked up the long sword, and a terrifying aura rose from his body.

The people fleeing towards both sides each brought a woman, Chang Yanqing knew that one of them must be Qingyao, but couldn't tell which side it was.

"Stay!" came a shout from behind.

Chang Yanqing slapped the back of the void, and all the hundreds of monks who rushed over fell to the ground, and Yun, who was in the front, vomited blood directly and fell on the steps below.

After doing this, Yun Yi chased after him in the right direction.

Because he knew the one with the woman on the left, the real Yulan whom he just met at the door.

The lavender long sword appeared at his feet, and Yun Yi caught up with the two fleeing on the right in just one breath.

Prime Minister Aoki's complexion changed drastically, he still underestimated Chang Yanqing's speed.

He first slowed down, and then slapped backwards to stop Chang Yanqing from catching up.

Chang Yanqing's figure became illusory again, rushing to Aoki at an even faster speed!

"I can't escape." He said softly.

The lavender sword pierced Aoki's chest, Chang Yanqing showed no pity on his face, he slapped Aoki down with his palm, and then grabbed the woman next to him with his hand.

"Master Prime Minister!" the woman shouted.

She turned her head to look at Chang Yanqing, and the long sword hidden in front of her stabbed straight at Chang Yanqing.

Surprise appeared on Chang Yanqing's face, he raised his palm in front of him, the tip of the sword touched his palm, and the long sword shattered.

He grabbed the woman's arm, his face changed slightly: "Who are you?"

Zi Yan struggled hard, staring at Chang Yanqing with red eyes, without answering.

"let me go!"

"Where's Qingyao?" Chang Yanqing asked again.

"I've already fled far away, you can't catch up!" Zi Yan said through gritted teeth, tears had come out of her eyes, but her expression was still determined.

Chang Yanqing frowned, and immediately recalled the two who had just fled to the left.

"That's your father? Doesn't he love you very much? Why did he run away with Qingyao?" Chang Yanqing asked three questions in a row, his expression full of disbelief.

"Do people like you understand?" Ziyan asked back with pale lips.

Chang Yanqing's expression finally changed, and his breathing became rapid in an instant.

At the same time, Ziyan's expression also changed. She saw the skin under Chang Yanqing's neck, and there were several neat scars on it, which looked horrifying.

Chang Yanqing stared at Zi Yan's eyes suddenly, so scared that Zi Yan immediately met his gaze.

"Go back." He said.

The figures of the two returned to the Marble Square.

Chang Yanqing took Ziyan's arm and walked straight down the stairs. Ziyan struggled frantically behind, but she couldn't break free from Chang Yanqing's shackles.

"Where is Xiao Ran?" Chang Yanqing shouted towards the crowd below.

Song Qianyi was holding the injured Yun Yi below, with tears in her eyes.

Liu Haodi and Ji Laizhi stared closely at the two who came down the steps, with an unconcealable look of anxiety on their faces.

But they didn't dare to go forward, and they had no way to go forward. If they rushed forward, they would die, and there would be no second result.

"What's your relationship with Xiao Ran?" Chang Yanqing turned her head and asked.

Zi Yan stared at him, gritted his teeth and said, "I have nothing to do with him, and you can't kill him either."

Chang Yanqing stared at Zi Yan's eyes full of tears, and began to observe carefully.

"You like Xiao Ran." He said calmly.

Zi Yan was stunned for a moment, then said in a panic: "I don't like him, I don't know him!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Chang Yanqing's mouth, he grabbed Zi Yan's shoulder, and the two sat down on the steps.

"Does Xiao Ran love you?" He asked slowly.

"It has nothing to do with you!"

Zi Yan wanted to stand up, but found that the strength on her shoulders was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Xiao Ran!"

Chang Yanqing suddenly shouted towards the surroundings.

"If you don't come out again! I will use this sword in my hand to cut a hole in this woman's face."

Ziyan trembled all over after hearing this, and tears could not help but slip out of her eyes, but she never uttered any cry, she just squeezed her mouth tightly, and her body looked extraordinarily thin.

"I'll count to three!" Chang Yanqing shouted loudly.

After he finished speaking, he looked around, but still didn't see the familiar face.

Chang Yanqing's narrow eyes gradually turned cold.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

The speed in Chang Yanqing's mouth did not deliberately slow down, but was frighteningly fast.

"what!"

At this time, a person suddenly rushed out of the crowd, he roared crazily, the whole person was close to madness!

Zi Yan stared blankly at the man rushing out, and shouted in despair: "Don't come here!"

Lan Yan panted heavily, her eyes were red.

He rushed up the steps frantically, holding the shining blade in his hand.

"You dare to hurt her! I will pay you with your life!" Lan Yan roared.

There was no fear on Chang Yanqing's face. He raised his calf and kicked Lan Yan's knee.

"Crack!"

The sound of fractures sounded.

Lan Yan knelt down heavily, and Chang Yanqing stretched out his arms and locked them around Lan Yan's neck, pulling him closer to him. In his hand was the long sword glowing with purple light.

"What I want is Xiao Ran, who are you?" Chang Yanqing asked softly.

Lan Yan's entire face was flushed red, and he couldn't even move under Chang Yanqing's restraint.

"I... I'm here to kill you!" Lan Yan panted.

"Then kill you first, and count down to three again." Chang Yanqing said softly.

The lavender sword blade in his hand slowly approached Lan Yan's neck, Zi Yan struggled frantically, her tears splashed on the lavender sword and turned into white mist.

"No..." Zi Yan kept crying with messy hair.

"Keng!"

Chang Yanqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and the lavender sword in his hand was knocked to the ground.

What suddenly appeared was a long sword inserted on the steps in front of him.

The long sword is half black and half white, and a faint halo permeates the whole body.

Ziyan looked at the Liangyi Xiangsheng sword in front of her eyes, with a surprised expression on her face, she quickly raised her head, and a man's figure blocked the sun in front of her, and landed in front of the monks.

Landau stepped back into the crowd.

Xiao Ran stretched out his hand, and the Liangyi Xiangsheng sword inserted on the steps turned into a phantom, and appeared in his hand in an instant.

At this moment, a white-haired girl in a golden dress also stood up from behind Xiao Ran, also holding a Liangyi Xiangsheng sword in her hand.

The muscles on Chang Yanqing's face twitched, he took a deep breath, and picked up the lavender long sword on the ground.

"Xiao Ran." Chang Yanqing said.

He stood up, and Zi Yan immediately grabbed Lan Yan and ran to the side.

Xiao Ran looked at Zi Yan with concern, and was relieved to see that Master and Lan Yan were fine.

Just when he was wielding the sword, Yan Yao came in front of him inexplicably, and then the speed of the sword suddenly more than doubled.

Only then can Xiao Ran come in time to rescue Lan Yan.

He turned his head and glanced at the white-haired girl next to him, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

"Yes." Xiao Ran shouted.

Yan Yao turned his head and smiled silently at Xiao Ran, then stretched out his hand to hold the free palm of Xiao Ran.

The two of them were holding hands, holding identical Liangyi Xiangsheng Swords, and looked at Chang Yanqing in front of them together.

"She looks a bit like Qingyao, but it's not her." Chang Yanqing looked at the white-haired girl who was holding hands with Xiao Ran, her long and narrow eyes were full of waves, as if suddenly interested.

"Does she look like none of your business?" Xiao Ran frowned slightly.

He then looked around at the scene, his expression became more and more serious, Yang Dian seemed to be ten years older in an instant, and he was hugging another white-haired old man absently.

Chang Yanqing took a deep breath and stared into Li Ran's eyes: "The middle stage of transformation."

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