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But at this critical moment, a black figure suddenly flashed out of the darkness, and appeared next to Lan Jian in an instant, followed by a dazzling silver light flash!

Then there was a sound of gold and iron clattering!

Huang Ying was shocked, couldn't help but backed up, and slammed into the door heavily, the Jingji knife in her hand almost flew away!

And that black shadow has already moved back with Lan Jian in his arms!

Dressed in a black robe, holding the Yitian Sword, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth!

Feng Wuhen!

"Good knife!"

Feng Wuhen gently put down the Lan Jian, his eyes fell on the knife in Huangying's hand, and said lightly.

Lan Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief, the pavilion master finally came!

Huangying glanced sideways at the knife in his hand, enduring the tearing pain from the tiger's mouth and the overwhelming pain in his chest, slowly raised his head, and looked at Feng Wuhen.

"Sword Emperor Feng Wuhen really deserves his reputation!"

Huang Ying said with emotion.

He said this from the bottom of his heart, sincerely.

He has long been fascinated by the name of the Sword Emperor, and he has been thinking about hoping that one day he can compete against each other, and today he finally got his wish.

But this first move, he has already lost.

Can not help but sigh.

"Long Yuan stay, I will not kill you."

Feng Wuhen looked at Huangying and said lightly.

There was no politeness, he just stated his request, if Huang Ying agrees, everything will be fine, and he will not make another move, but if Huang Ying refuses, even if Huang Ying's name is still upright in the world, he will not show mercy.

"I know that I may not be your opponent, but if I just hand it over like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to mix in the arena in the future."

"Besides, I can fight again!"

Huang Ying hesitated, shook his head and said.

He has made a choice.

Being in the arena, that's the only way to go.

"Okay, then I will help you, let you half move, you make the first move!"

Feng Wuhen nodded and made a gesture of please.

Although Huangying can be regarded as a person from Dongpu, compared to Liusheng Mochizuki, he is absolutely aboveboard.

"it is good!"

Huangying yelled, and suddenly rushed towards Feng Wuhen like lightning, and swung the Jingji knife in his hand again, slashing directly at Feng Wuhen's chest!

This knife is domineering enough!Fearless enough!

Feng Wuhen stood there without moving, quietly watching Huang Ying getting closer and closer to him!

He felt the fierce aura on the knife, and the golden aura of the knife was enough to make people's eyes shine.

But unfortunately, it was him who met!

At the moment when the blade was about to fall on Feng Wuhen's body, the dazzling silver light flashed again!

Immediately afterwards, the sound of breaking sounded again!

But this time it was the Jingji knife in Huangying's hand that broke!

Then I saw Huangying couldn't help but fly backwards, half of the Jingji knife in his hand flew away, and fell heavily five feet away!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Huang Ying's face was already pale and bloodless.

He lost.

Completely lost.

"The King of Swords... I am worthy of being the King of Swords... I will die without regret..."

Huang Ying struggled to raise her head, looked at Feng Wuhen, and said intermittently, her face was surprisingly calm.

Although he was doomed to die, he died with absolute dignity!

"You are also worthy of being the number one swordsman in Japan. There are not many people I can admire, but you are one of them."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

"Thank you so much!"

After Huangying said the last two words, she fell headlong and swallowed her last breath, but there was a trace of a regretless smile on the corner of her mouth.

That sword shattered his internal organs!

Feng Wuhen put away his sword, cupped his fists at Huangying, then signaled Lan Jian to go to Huangying's side, took the dragon yuan out of Huangying's arms, and handed it to him.

So far, except for the one he swallowed, he has obtained two dragon yuan.

"go!"

Feng Wuhen didn't stay any longer, turned around and headed towards Kaiyuan City.

There are still two people who have not been found, and it is not over yet.

Lan Jian nodded, and led everyone to follow quickly...

Chapter 273 Heavenly Sin

Kaiyuan City.

Inn.

The sky is getting brighter, and a gleam of light slowly rises from the east, finally driving away the endless night.

Sitting on the bed, Feng Wuhen was exercising and adjusting his breath, feeling the power of the Dragon Yuan and the blood of the Qilin in his body, that trace of bloodthirsty desire seemed to have been completely suppressed, perhaps because he was still holding the blood in his arms. Because of the two dragon yuan.

From the looks of it, the power of the Dragon Origin does have a significant effect on suppressing the demonic nature.

The wind in the morning is always icy cold.

The window was open, and bursts of Xu Feng slowly blew in, brushing over Feng Wuhen's cheeks.

Excluding the one swallowed by Feng Wuhen himself and the one swallowed by Liu Shengmochiyue, there are still five dragon yuan left, two of which have been recovered now, and the remaining three have not been recovered.

But Feng Wuhen wasn't worried at all, because Tianya Haige's spies had already spread all over Fengyun Prefecture, and those from the Ming Sect and the Sun Moon God Sect were all sent out, and within a hundred miles, they were all his people. Even a fly would never want to fly out easily.

At this moment, footsteps came, and someone knocked on the door.

Feng Wuhen could tell that Lan Xinyu was coming.

"Pavilion Master, Jian Chen is here, please see the Pavilion Master."

Lan Xinyu's voice slowly came from outside the door.

Hearing Lan Xinyu's words, Feng Wuhen took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There are still two people who have escaped with Long Yuan, and one of them is Jian Chen.

"understood."

Feng Wuhen agreed lightly, paid off, and slowly got up and walked out.

In the lobby on the first floor, a person was surrounded by dozens of people.

It was none other than the nameless head disciple, Jian Chen.

Feng Wuhen stood at the railing on the second floor and waved his hands lightly.

After seeing Feng Wuhen's signal, the people surrounding Jianchen all scattered back, but they did not lift the siege.

Jian Chen also saw Feng Wuhen standing at the railing on the second floor, and hurriedly bent down to salute, respectfully.

"Jian Chen sees Pavilion Master Feng."

Feng Wuhen looked at Jian Chen, with that sneer still on the corner of his mouth.

"What's the matter with me?"

Feng Wuhen asked knowingly.

"I heard that Pavilion Master Feng was looking for Long Yuan's whereabouts. Jianchen was lucky enough to get one by accident on Wuji Mountain that day, and I came here to present it to Pavilion Master Feng."

Jian Chen bent over and said respectfully.

"So generous? Haven't you thought about taking it for yourself? After all, those who get the dragon element can live forever, and their cultivation will be improved to a higher level."

Feng Wuhen asked lightly.

He didn't believe that Jian Chen didn't have selfish motives.

"Longevity is too illusory. A lifetime of sixty or seventy years is enough. The longer you live, the more entanglements you will have, and perhaps more troubles. I have always been a person who doesn't like to be entangled in mundane things, so I don't have anything for myself. meaning."

"Knowing that Pavilion Master Feng needs it, I specially delivered it to my door personally."

Jian Chen still bowed and said, as if without Feng Wuhen's permission, he would have kept bowing like this.

In fact, he also wanted to take Long Yuan as his own, but soon he heard that Liu Sheng Mochizuki died under Feng Wuhen's sword even after taking Long Yuan, followed by Huang Ying.

So he changed his mind.

After several attempts to leave Fengyun State to no avail, he had to bring Long Yuan to his door in person.

He doesn't want to die yet.

"Get up."

Feng Wuhen waved his hand and said lightly.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master Feng."

After Jian Chen clasped his hands in salute again, he slowly straightened up and looked at Feng Wuhen devoutly.

Feng Wuhen didn't say anything more, turned around and walked down the stairs slowly.

He didn't like Jian Chen.

Although this person is not a treacherous person, he has done some things that are not for a gentleman, and there are many entanglements with Bu Jingyun about women.

Moreover, he has betrayed Wuming many times, no matter whether it was forced or voluntary, such a person will never be in his eyes.

Feng Wuhen went down the stairs, came to Jian Chen, and slowly stretched out his hand in front of Jian Chen.

Jianchen understood, and hurriedly took out a dragon yuan from his bosom, and handed it respectfully to Feng Wuhen's hand, while secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Looking at the third dragon yuan in his hand, Feng Wuhen couldn't help showing a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.

In this way, there are only two Long Yuan lost.

"you can go now."

Feng Wuhen put away Long Yuan, glanced at Jian Chen, and said lightly.

After the voice fell, he had already walked upstairs again.

Jian Chen froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect Feng Wuhen to drive him away so soon.

"Then I will take my leave."

Jian Chen hesitated for a moment, cupped his hands and said, then turned and walked outside, but the expression on his face was not very good-looking.

Losing such a fetish as Long Yuan would probably not be reconciled to anyone.

"Don't think that I don't know what's in your heart. I hope you can do it yourself, otherwise I will take your life myself sooner or later."

At this moment, Feng Wuhen's voice slowly came from behind.

When Jian Chen heard this, he couldn't help but tremble all over, and hurriedly turned around and bowed again.

"Jianchen always remembers Fengge Master's teaching in his heart."

Feng Wuhen didn't speak any more, and had already gone up to the second floor.

Jian Chen swallowed, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned around and walked out, leaving the inn in a hurry, like a mouse crossing the street.

In the face of absolute strength, everything is nothingness.

At noon that day, the spies sent back news again that the whereabouts of the last person carrying Longyuan had been found, so Feng Wuhen took everyone to set off again.