As soon as Ashan's black spear was formed, Qi Chen set out his sword.

The first time he set out his sword, the other party thought it was a sword, but it turned out to be a Feng Fu.

The second time he drew his sword, the other party thought it was drew his sword, but it turned out to be a rain talisman.

The third time I set out the sword is really set out.

Although the other party's attention is very focused and this will not deceive the enemy, because of the previous two situations, even if Ashan knows that this is a real sword, he will subconsciously divide his energy to see the other party's other hand.

This subtle difference seems very small, but the outcome on the battlefield is often determined by these details.

The sword body stroked through the scabbard and made a loud sound, which was extremely comfortable.

The sword intent spreads out, not sharp, but very soft.

It's just the sword but it's not soft.

A sword is cold light.

The long sword was like a trapped beast coming out of the cage, and the beastly nature that had been suppressed for a long time completely exploded in an instant.

The leaves and vegetation around were originally soft, but in an instant they became as sharp as swords.

The dark clouds in the sky blocked the moonlight, but were broken by a sword intent, so the moonlight fell again, covering the ground with frost.

Qi Chen's sword went all the way along Han Shuang.

The wind is fast and the grass is low.

At this moment, the air suddenly fluctuated.

In the dark night, Qi Chen suddenly appeared in front of Ashan.

Ashan's pupils were reflected in snow-white. The other party's speed exceeded his expectations, leaving only a very faint trace in his eyes. This sudden change made the son of the demon clan who was all in the genius in the mountains feel a little nervous.

But sometimes nervousness turns into excitement.

Looking at Qi Chen who was following the frost, Ashan just held the special spear in his hand tightly.

The gun is like ink, taken out of the night, not a magic weapon, but a method.

Hold the night spear one by one with both hands, hold nine fingers together, and the remaining thumb of the right hand slightly forward and presses on a pattern.

A strange puff sound came from his abdomen, like the wind blew into the broken house, full of holes.

In fact, the other party's body was indeed broken.

His skin was like the broken paper of poor people's windows in ancient times. There were holes everywhere, and some strange aura spewed out from it, as if there was life, slowly spreading, forming a twisted mark in front of him, falling into the night spear.

In an instant, the night began to roll, and the dark clouds in the sky covered the moon again.

The night is like boiled boiling water, and you can even hear the figure of bubbles breaking.

Ashan shouted softly, half of his face was ferocious and half of his face was gloomy, as if there were ghosts and gods possessed, and they rose up and killed people in anger.

Moreover, his low shout was not simple, it was like a Buddha's word, like the roar of the unmoved Mingwang, which could shock people's hearts.

Qi Chen was fast, and the other party was also very fast. He hit the ground with one foot and swung the spear with one hand, which made the world around him mess up.

Night and moonlight meet in the air.

However, as soon as he touched it, Ashan realized something was wrong. He had met many masters of kendo. There was never a shortage of masters in the mountains. Moreover, with his background, it was quite easy to find someone to accompany him.

So he subconsciously used the trick of dealing with swordsmen to deal with Qi Chen.

But in this contact, he immediately discovered that Qi Chen's sword was different from all the sword masters.

His spear was uncontrolled and sat along the other party's sword intent. The spear head fell to the ground. The tip of the spear rubbed against the ground and made a harsh noise, like a sudden brake of a speedy car, which made a very uncomfortable sound.

"Taoist Tai Chi Sword?"

"Not right..."

In an instant, he had a lot of thoughts. But while thinking, Ashan still did not forget to get rid of Qi Chen's attack. In his opinion, the opponent's attack only took his own offensive, and the next attack would start from scratch.

"kindness?!"

Suddenly, he felt a sharp murderous intent, which pierced directly into his body like frost.

The spear he originally wanted to take back was taken away again and landed on the other side of the ground, making a sound.

But this time, there was murderous aura on the sword.

Dong!

A figure appeared in front of Ashan, which was the ancestor of the demon clan. He waved his sleeves and the terrifying power headed towards Qi Chen.

On Qi Chen's side, the war god also took action.

When the two collided, they all took a step back.

A battle came to an abrupt end.

"Senior, why bother to take action? You are dissatisfied with your style." The military god frowned.

"But we shouldn't have taken action, but if we don't take action, my disciple's spirit will be ruined. He finally came out and let him stay for a while longer. This time we lost." The ancestor didn't care, and Yun Danfeng Qing.

"Master, I didn't lose. He didn't hurt me with a single sword. I'd even kill him!" Ashan shouted, like a five or six-year-old child who couldn't get his favorite toy, began to lose his temper, throwing the spear condensed by the night color to the ground and dissipated.

"You lost."

"Not lost."

"I really lost." The ancestor of the demon clan seemed helpless to his disciples, but he also favored them. "Look at this ground..."

The ancestor of the demon clan pointed to the ground. At this time, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the moonlight shone again on the road, and the moonlight left on the ground was extremely white.

I saw two black marks in the middle of the road, above the moon and frost.

"It's so singular." The ancestor looked at Qi Chen and exclaimed. Then he turned his head and looked at his apprentice dissatisfiedly, "Do you still don't know where you lost?"

Ashan snorted, looking down on him very disdainful.

"These two black traces were left by your spear rubbing against the ground. Brother Qi had reminded you before that he was practicing calligraphy recently."

"Blank paper." The ancestor pointed to the moonlight on the ground.

"Black letter." He pointed to the two traces again.

“This is a word.”

"You are a monster, but you are forced to write a character called human. Fortunately, the last stroke of this character is not completed and I am blocking it, otherwise your mood will be broken."

"You are clearly a monster, but he asked you to write about people. Isn't this just referring to a deer as a horse?"

"Once you really write the word "herd" will directly affect your true feelings. At that time, there will be endless troubles." The ancestor looked at Qi Chen with a smile, but the smile was a little cruel. He accepted two disciples in his life, so he attached great importance to it. Qi Chen actually wanted to destroy his disciple. If there was no military god here, he might have taken action against Qi Chen directly.

"What a pity..." Qi Chen did not hide it, but said it openly.

He has been practicing calligraphy recently, but was awakened by Qiao Shexing that night. Maybe his bloodline will be suppressed in the future, maybe the character of rain will be taken away by the Taoist sect, but no one can take away his own characters.

And what he has been practicing during this period is the word "man".

He wants to remind himself and encourage himself, if he is not a human being, he will become a demon.

Moreover, a character of a human is also a demon.

"It's a pity that you were stopped by senior. Otherwise, if we could easily destroy a genius of the demon clan, we humans would have made a profit." Qi Chen scratched his head, said embarrassedly, and even a little embarrassed.

Under the moonlight, the character of the human character is vigorous and powerful, extremely vivid, and is a way of writing regular script.

The character "Honey" has only two strokes, but it stands tall and is only the last stroke. The ancestor of the demon clan discovered his intention and stopped him.

Ashan was a little stunned behind her back, and a drop of cold sweat emerged from his forehead, passing through his slightly raised skin, and finally fell down.

He will be afraid, too.

Who would have thought that such a genius would almost be lost in the hands of such a country man.

"A bastard, how dare I, I, never destroy you!"

"Do you really think my name is Ashan, and I am kind-hearted?"

Ashan was furious, and something seemed to be squirming under the raised skin above his head.

"Shame!" The ancestor scolded angrily, and after a while, his apprentice overturned to the ground.

"Lost means losing, but you haven't lost."

"You have been defeated by the genius of the Desert God clan, also by the fairies of the Three Immortal Sect, as well as the people of the Five Elements View, and......"

"Damn old man, stop!         !" Ashan was furious and cursed directly.

The ancestor snorted, ignored him, looked at Qi Chen and the military god and smiled, "I have seen it today, but I think there is always room for recovery. If the military god agrees to retire, I will be very grateful."

"Ashan, let's go."
Chapter completed!