Chu Yan put aside the confusion in her heart and no longer struggled with what was right or wrong.

Because his name is Wang Chuyan now, he is the third son of the Wang family, and he wants to fight for the survival of the family.

Soon Chu Yan arrived at a square in the middle of the mountain. He appeared in front of a ferocious-looking Xie family member. With a three-foot cold blade in his hand, he turned slightly, and the sword blade grazed the enemy's neck, and his figure disappeared.

, appears in the distance.

All that was left was a decapitated man who was covering his neck and trying desperately to hold down the blood spraying out. The head rolled to the side. His expression remained ferocious. After blinking his eyes a few times, his pupils became dilated.

The flying sword flew out of Chu Xiangsuo's empty bag, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Xie family and Zhang family. In just a few breaths, more than ten souls died under Chu Xiang's sword.

"The Third Young Master is here, look, it's the Third Young Master here!"

"As expected of Ji Ling Jiu, the bastards of the Xie family and the Zhang family will die in front of the Third Young Master."

"Third Young Master did not lie to us. He really fought side by side with us. Everyone, we will follow Third Young Master to destroy these beasts."

This was not the first time that Chu Xiang killed someone, but it was the first time that he killed someone he didn't want to kill, so he didn't have much killing intent. Moreover, the people he saw were basically spiritual-casting monks.

Within his spiritual consciousness, the person with the highest level of cultivation was only Ji Ling Nine times. When he saw Chu Xiang, he rushed towards him with a ferocious smile, but somehow he died under Chu Xiang's sword.

Chu Yan's strength was noticed by the Wang family, and in a sense, it played an inspiring role.

Boom~

At this time, a tall building not far away suddenly exploded, and countless rubbles and fence fragments were scattered everywhere.

A tall man flew out of the tall building, with a person under his feet, and then fell to the ground, smashing the ground into pieces.

The people under the tall man's feet had been trampled to a pulp. The man raised his head and looked at Chu Yan, with a smile on his face, he walked over and said, "Third brother, you are here!"

This man has a lot of stubble on his face. He looks close to middle age. He has a hemp rope tied on his head and looks honest and honest. He is the eldest son of the prince and is Chu Yan's current eldest brother Wang Changsheng.

He also fell into Wang Zhi Shui's illusion and thought Chu Xiang was his third brother, but he didn't know that his third brother had already been wiped out before Chu Xiang came to Wang's house.

Chu Xiang was a little distracted, took back the flying sword, and said: "Big...brother!"

"Okay, okay." Wang Changsheng patted Chu Yan's shoulder, with relief in his eyes, and said, "Third brother, you go to the top of the mountain to take shelter for a while, there is a big brother here."

Chu Xiang was silent. Wang Changsheng's cultivation level was only nine times. To be able to say such words was enough to show Wang Changsheng's love for his third brother.

Chu Yan shook his head and said: "I haven't fought side by side with my eldest brother yet, I can't retreat."

"Hahaha..." Wang Changsheng laughed, with a heroic look on his face, and said, "Okay, let us two brothers kill each other."

Chu Yan forced a smile and rushed towards the enemy with Wang Changsheng.

Wherever the two of them passed, no enemy could survive. Even in the end, when the Xie family and Zhang family saw the two of them, they screamed and ran away, but they could not escape Chu Xiang's flying sword.

Chu Xiang didn't know how many people died under his sword, but his heart gradually became numb. No matter how much he wanted to forget his identity, he was an outsider after all...

He clenched his fist, and just when he was about to hit a Xie family member who had cast a spirit eight times, Chu Xiang suddenly punched his fist, and the figure immediately disappeared from the place, leaving behind the frightened Xie family member.

Seeing Chu Yan leaving, his body trembled. He had already seen death just now. At this moment, he felt like he was surviving a disaster. However, the next moment, his eyes went black and he died.

Wang Changsheng stepped on the Xie family member's back, pulled out the long knife that had penetrated him, and looked doubtfully at the direction in which Chu Xiang disappeared.

Behind a house, a girl huddled in the corner. She looked at the monk in green clothes holding a sword in fear and walked towards her. Tears were streaming down her face. She wanted to cry, but she was too frightened to make a sound, even to ask for help.

The iron sword fell mercilessly, showing no mercy because the other person was a child.

"Stop, no!"

Brush~

Blood spattered three feet, and silently, the girl's upper body was almost cut and separated. She was mercilessly hacked to death in the corner and fell to the ground. The hot blood dyed the ground red.

The Xie family member in green has no mercy on his face, only cruelty and ruthlessness.

"She... is just... a child!" Chu Yan didn't know when her eyes had turned scarlet and bloodshot, staring straight at the girl's body lying in a pool of blood.

, looking sad.

"What's wrong with the child? Because her surname is Wang, she deserves to die!" The monk in green turned to look at Chu Yan and said, "Then you deserve to die too..."

The green-clothed monk smiled sinisterly and licked his lips. The six cultivations of Casting Spirit spread out and pointed his sword at Chu Xiang, stabbing him very quickly.

"Indeed..." Chu Yan raised his head and looked coldly at the green-clothed monk rushing towards him. He did not move, and there was only an extremely cold killing intent.

This murderous intention flowed out smoothly, without any hindrance. Accompanied by Chu Xiang's ten times of cultivation, it exploded, forming a real murderous intention, and finally turned into an invisible big hand, grabbing the green clothes.

monk.

The green-clothed monk paused, his body seemed to be squeezed by a force, and his expression immediately changed from fierce to surprised, then to incredulous and then to horrified.

He found that his body could not move at all, and a feeling of death crazily grew in his heart. He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, his mind was shaken, and he said with difficulty: "This is impossible..."

"Damn it!" A red light flashed in Chu Yan's eyes. After finishing his words, the other party's words also stopped abruptly.

The green-clothed monk's body exploded with a bang, turning into blood and mist, scattering all over the ground.

The monk in green didn't even know how he died, because Chu Yan didn't move at all.

"Who is this person?"

"Can you kill me just because of a murderous intention?" This was the last sound in the green monk's mind.

Chu Yan's expression grew colder, and he pointed at the cold body of the girl in the pool of blood, which set it on fire and was cremated by him.

He suddenly turned around, punched out, and hit one of his enemies behind him hard. He wanted to sneak attack on the chest of one of his enemies. The man couldn't even form a scream or shock, and just exploded.

"My surname is Wang now..." Murderous intent appeared in Chu Xiang's eyes, four flying swords surrounded him, and he held a long sword to kill the crowd not far away.

At the same time, several members of the Daoji-stage Wang family appeared not far away. They were all overjoyed when they saw Chu Xiang's figure, and immediately came straight to Chu Xiang.
Chapter completed!