Seeing the samurai rushing over, Cheng Yuren's eyes were cold, and the sword in his hand suddenly burst out, turning into a long rainbow, sweeping towards these people.

These samurai who rushed over were all at the first and second level of Qi training, and occasionally there were several qi training levels mixed in. However, as the sword turned into a long rainbow, they only persisted for a while, and the few people who rushed over were killed one by one by Cheng Yuren.

After killing a few people, Cheng Yuren made a move and the sword fell into Cheng Yuren's hand again, pinching the hilt of the sword, and continuing to walk forward.

When several disciples heard the movement, they couldn't help but push open the door. When they saw the bloody ground, their faces changed. When they saw Cheng Yuren's sword stained with blood, they couldn't help but want to ask.

Cheng Yuren's eyes turned, and with a wave of his hand, the sword light swept away. Before the disciples could react, their heads and skulls rolled to the ground.

Among these people, some may be innocent, but they cannot go over and check them one by one. They would rather kill them by mistake than let them go.

He stepped forward slowly, and soon, a sword-holding disciple came over and looked at the scene in front of him, his expression slightly condensed. This person's cultivation level was about the fifth level of Qi training. With his age, he was already considered outstanding. This person was one of the disciples of the aristocratic family. This trip specifically required to participate in the Yan Emperor Capital and his party in order to deal with Cheng Yuren.

Stopped, Cheng Yuren looked up and looked calm.

"Chen Yuren, can you recognize me?"

The disciple holding the sword said coldly.

Cheng Yuren looked up and down at the sword-holding disciple, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Seeing Cheng Yuren's expression at this moment, the sword-holding disciple couldn't help but be furious and said coldly: "You seized the slave that day. There was a 12 or 3-year-old woman who was my maid. It was because of you, under the pressure of the clan, that I had to kill her. You actually said you don't know me?"

Cheng Yuren shook his head and said lightly: "I don't know."

There were more than ten slaves detained on that day, involving more than ten aristocratic families. He had never met the masters of these slaves, so how could they know each other.

“Okay…”

The disciple holding the sword laughed, raised the tip of the sword, pointed at Cheng Yuren and said, "I am the direct descendant of Zhang, Zhang Cang, today, I will kill you under the sword."

Cheng Yuren couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "What does Zhang Heng, the leader of this trip, have to do with you?"

"It's a person from my tribe."

Zhang Cang spoke coldly.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yuren nodded and smiled: "It seems that most of the people in this trip to the Emperor's Capital of Yan are my enemies."

"Suffer to die."

Zhang Cang stopped talking, and pointed his qi in his hand, and the sword in his hand burst out and slashed towards Cheng Yuren.

Seeing a sword attack, the protagonist Cheng Yuren couldn't help but look sneering and snorted coldly: "Overbial power."

After saying that, Cheng Yuren suddenly threw the sword in his hand, and suddenly turned into a cold light and slashed directly, which was many times faster than the sword that Zhang Cangyu slashed over.

Before Zhang Cang could react, he felt a pain in his eyebrows. Then a feeling of darkness suddenly came. Then his body softened and he fell to the ground. The sword that lost his master's master also lost its strength. When he approached Cheng Yuren a few steps away, he landed on the ground.

After killing this person, Cheng Yuren chuckled and suddenly seemed to have some sense. He couldn't help but look into the aisle ahead. However, after seeing Cheng Yuren killing Zhang Cang like a chicken, several warriors were so scared that they were so scared that they fled to the distance.

Cheng Yuren smiled and followed slowly, as if he was walking in the garden.

Soon, Cheng Yuren came to the hall of Feiyu Tower.

At this moment, there were about ten people standing together, looking at Cheng Yuren coldly, and the leader was Zhang Heng, the leader of this trip.

When Zhang Heng saw Cheng Yuren, he couldn't help but sneer: "You could have lived an extra hour or two, but he didn't expect you to be so anxious to die."

Cheng Yuren sneered and looked calm.

Zhang Heng waved his hand and snorted coldly: "Kill him."

Seeing this, more than ten people behind him immediately jumped out, shouted "kill", holding on to the weapon, and asked Cheng Yuren to kill him.

"Oh……"

Cheng Yuren sneered, waved the sword in his hand, and a sword light shot away. On the way, he transformed one into two, two into four, and finally got sixteen sword lights flashed out.

The people who rushed over suddenly stopped, and everyone covered their necks and collapsed to the ground, obviously they were all killed by Cheng Yuren with a sword.

After all, Cheng Yuren's current cultivation level is at the sixth level of Qi training and has experience in his previous life. How can these warriors who practice Qi training level one or two be their opponents?

After killing these people, Cheng Yuren's indifferent gaze swept towards Zhang Heng, the leader of the ninth level of Qi training.

Zhang Heng's eyelids were also twitching at this moment, and he never expected that Cheng Yuren would be so powerful.

Cheng Yuren stepped forward. Although the other party was practicing the ninth level of Qi and he was only practicing the sixth level of Qi, Cheng Yuren was not at all in vain.

Zhang Heng pulled out his sword from his waist, and the cold light flashed, and he was about to attack.

But at this time, Cheng Yuren had already set off his sword, and a green light shot out, and it fell on Zhang Heng's face in an instant.

Although Zhang Heng was always vigilant, he did not expect that Cheng Yuren could take action so quickly, which was simply horrifying. He had no time to react for a moment. He could only stare at the green light shot onto his face with a very frightened look.

Seeing that Zhang Heng was about to kill Cheng Yuren with this sword, a jade pendant suddenly shone brightly on his waist, turning into a soft aperture to cover Zhang Heng.

"bite."

The green light slashed above the aperture, bursting out ripples, and the aperture suddenly dissipated. At this time, the green light appeared, but a sword trembled in the void and wanted to stab it again.

Zhang Heng also reacted at this time, roared, and slashed the sword in his hand, with a lightning light passing by, landing on Cheng Yuren's sword.

"Click."

With a light sound, Cheng Yuren, the top-level sword of the mortal level, was directly cut in half.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuren's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

“Huhu…”

Zhang Heng exhaled heavily. He was just a little short of killing him by Cheng Yuren, but he was so scared that Zhang Heng was so scared.

However, seeing Cheng Yuren's weapons not to be broken, Zhang Heng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and a whistle, the sword in his hand suddenly turned into a long rainbow, slashing towards Cheng Yuren.

The sword light roared and directly penetrated Yu Ren's body.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng's face not only showed a hint of joy, but his expression became even more solemn. However, Cheng Yuren, who was pierced by his sword, not only did not shed a trace of blood, but his body turned into light and disappeared.

"Fake."

Zhang Heng murmured, looking around with a nervous look.

Just as Zhang Hengyu was looking for Cheng Yuren's figure, an inexplicable sense of danger made Zhang Heng's hair stand upside down.

(End of this chapter)
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