In the field, Cangwu had the strongest strength in his stead, but for some reason, when facing Cheng Yuren, he always felt panting and restless.

Especially when he thought his exquisite sword moves attacked Cheng Yuren, he was always easily removed by Cheng Yuren, which surprised Deacon Cangwu. He didn't know if it was because he was familiar with his sword skills or because he had amazing sword talent.

Deacon Cangwu couldn't understand these, but what shocked Deacon Cangwu the most was Cheng Yuren's expression. Even if his sword was about to kill the other party in the next second, the other party's eyes had not changed, as if the other party had become accustomed to all this.

This is definitely not something Cheng Yuren can have at this age.

Among these two people, Cheng Yuren is the weakest, but Deacon Cangwu felt that Cheng Yuren is the most difficult to deal with.

After several rounds of battle, Deacon Cangwu still failed to take down Cheng Yuren. Han Xueqi and Cheng Yuren also had no choice but to Deacon Cangwu. After all, although Cheng Yuren has memories of seven hundred years of his previous life, he only has the strength of the first level of the mortal world.

It is difficult to kill the third level of the mortal world with the first level of the mortal world, let alone a warrior with rich combat experience and very vigilant himself.

As for Qin Ruonan, although the other party had the strength of the peak of the second level of the mortal world, his combat experience was very weak. He was forced to be frivolous several times by Deacon Cangwu. In addition, Deacon Cangwu's own strength was stronger than her, and he was also in danger during the battle just now. In a few of them, if Cheng Yuren hadn't rescued in time, Qin Ruonan would have been pierced by Deacon Cangwu with a sword.

Therefore, when the two sides were separated for a while, Qin Ruonan looked at Cheng Yuren as if he had seen a ghost. He could not believe that those who had not yet reached the first level of the mortal world yesterday could compete with the third level of the mortal world today.

Although he is not an opponent, there is no way to get him to the third level of the mortal world in a short period of time. This ability is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

But then I thought about it, how could a person who could write the subsequent exercises of the mortal world at will be an ordinary person?

"Boy, my performance surprised me. I don't know which sect you are from?" Not far away, the hesitant gaze of Deacon Cangwu looked at Cheng Yuren. He couldn't see clearly the monster Cheng Yuren. He was obviously just a teenager, but he had the age and experience that was not of this age.

Cheng Yuren glanced at the other party indifferently and smiled and said, "You can survive today and ask."

When Deacon Cangwu heard this, he was furious and couldn't help but laugh at him: "I admit that you are young, your sword move has reached the realm of transformation, and your combat experience is even more uncommon, but the strength of you and me is different. If you don't tell me whether you can kill me, even if you defeat me, it is impossible."

Cheng Yuren was silent. Deacon Cangwu had a unique vision. Although Cheng Yuren was ten times or a hundred times inferior to him in terms of sword moves, fighting experience or fighting vision, his speed, strength, and nerve reaction were controlled by his own strength, so that the other party could always come first and frequently block his tricky attacks.

Moreover, when he reached the third level of the mortal world, his true energy could be released. Although the distance was not far away and he could not reach the point of hurting people with his energy, he could still use it to protect himself. When he was just fighting, he borrowed his sword skills and his own experience and almost stabbed the person's heart with his sword several times, but was blocked by the opponent's body-protecting true energy, so he missed the opportunity and was forced to withdraw.

Therefore, Deacon Cangwu's words make a lot of sense. He had a fantasy feeling when he was defeated, let alone kill him.

But who said that Cheng Yuren killed him? Could it be that others can't do it?

"Cheng Yuren, let's find a way to retreat. We are not our opponents." Qin Ruonan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but say. In the battle just now, Qin Ruonan also realized his shortcomings. The two had just joined forces, and although they did not lose their disadvantages in a short period of time, it was just that the other party had just begun to not adapt.

If the other party really takes it seriously, relying on the strength of the third level of the mortal world, he takes great action, suppresses it with force and force, even if you have rich combat experience, wonderful sword moves, and tricky methods, it is useless.

Cheng Yuren looked at Qin Ruonan, then looked up, looked at the deacon Cangwu who was mocking him, and couldn't help but sigh: "Actually, I really didn't expect that the Zhou Mansion would have such a big battle today. In my opinion, the death of a small Baozheng, and the Zhou Mansion sent a warrior from the second level of the mortal world to come over, but he didn't expect that even the warrior from the third level of the mortal world came over, so he was careless."

"It's good to know. It's time to surrender now. Otherwise, I'll kill you with a sword." Deacon Cangwu said coldly.

"hehe……"

Cheng Yuren chuckled and looked at the rear of Deacon Cangwu.

"Boy, don't you want to make any conspiracy for me, I..." Seeing Cheng Yuren's expression, Deacon Cangwu couldn't help but smile coldly. Do you really think I would turn my head and look at if there is someone behind me?

But soon, Deacon Cangwu's face changed suddenly. Without thinking, he jumped up with a little ground under his feet.

But, it's still one step late.

He heard a "Peng" sound, followed by a scream. A pair of blood-red flesh palms were printed on the back of the deacon Cangwu, and he directly slapped the jumping deacon Cangwu away.

At the same time, Cheng Yuren had a little ground under his feet, and his whole body was extremely fast. The sword in his hand instantly stabbed out, and a long rainbow penetrated the sun.

Deacon Cangwu, who was slapped away with his palm, coughed blood while coughing. Before he could land, he saw Cheng Yuren coming to the west with a sword, and his face changed drastically. Without thinking, he held the sword and blocked it.

"Sharp!"

The two swords collided and burst out with a burst of gold and iron.

"Boy, if you want to kill me, you are still a little tender." Deacon Cangwu said with a ferocious expression.

"Yeah?"

Cheng Yu couldn't help but sneer, and did not attack again. Instead, he stepped a little on the ground, but his whole body retreated quickly.

The next moment, where Cheng Yuren had just stood, Deacon Cangwu slapped his palm, but because Cheng Yuren retreated very quickly, this palm hit the empty space.

"Boy, you're lucky."

The deacon Cangwu said with a strong murderous intent when he failed to slap Cheng Yuren.

After saying that, Deacon Cangwu wanted to turn around and want to see who was attacking him just now.

But before he turned around, his body suddenly stiffened and he couldn't move. He saw blood all over his mouth, nose, ears and eyes, looking extremely terrifying.

At this time, a pair of blood-red palms were seen holding five fingers on the head of the deacon Cangwu, and wisps of blood-red light came from the palm.

At this time, everyone saw the owner of the blood-red palm. This man was wearing a white filial piety uniform. Although he was not beautiful, he was also called beautiful. The most scary thing was his eyes, which were scarlet as blood, as if a devil was coming.

(End of this chapter)
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