I can travel a million miles

Chapter 43

That chuckle was very familiar.

After Chen Yao was stunned for a short time, light and joy appeared in her eyes, and she suddenly turned her head and looked behind her.

Behind her, in the narrow alleyway, a figure was slowly approaching, wearing a simple but neat light-colored robe, who was it if it wasn't Chen Mu?
"Second brother!"

Chen Yao's face was full of surprise.

Although she didn't know how Chen Mu would appear here, to her, it was as if a beam of light suddenly appeared in the boundless darkness that was about to engulf her.

Chen Mu walked forward step by step with such a calm demeanor, looked past Chen Yao, looked at the commoner man, and said, "When did the Bliss Sect dare to haunt the capital in broad daylight?"

"Sorcerer..."

The commoner man squeezed the word out of his mouth.

In Dayuan Capital, sorcerers, especially high-grade sorcerers, are almost the endorsement of the Yuan court, and their status is more special than any other group.

But the problem is that he knows almost all the high-grade artists in Sitiantai, but Chen Mu does not exist in his memory. Obviously Chen Mu is not from Sitiantai!

Coupled with Chen Yao's name for Chen Mu, the commoner man immediately thought that Chen Mu was probably a magician who had just awakened, hadn't been known to anyone, and hadn't joined Sitiantai yet.

"Why, don't you tell me about your crooked ideas?"

Chen Mu spoke casually.

He is not interested in cults such as Bliss Sect and Tiansheng Sect, but he is a little interested in the so-called "real person" mentioned by the commoner man, and the words that the end of the world is approaching.

Many things are not groundless. The two major cults, the Bliss Sect and the Tiansheng Sect, can still continue to exist under the encirclement and suppression of the Yuan Dynasty and the Eight Heavenly Sects. There is no doubt that there is a secret behind them.

The clothed man was silent.

He is too aware of the ability of a magician, and knows that in a place like Kyoto, it is almost impossible to get rid of a magician's tracking, so it is meaningless to retreat.

Quietly, a sleeve thorn slipped from his sleeve, and he held it in his hand. He stood there without any movement, but a terrifying aura gradually spread.

This depression made the air seem to become heavy, making it difficult for Chen Yao to breathe, and there was a hint of horror in her eyes, knowing that the man in civilian clothes was silent at this time, and once he exploded, it would be a thunderbolt!
How terrible would a rank five martial artist's eruption be?
move like thunder,

Thousands of troops to fight for change!

Chen Yao was oppressed by the terrifying aura brewed by the clothed man, and had difficulty breathing, but seeing Chen Mu still walking towards this side unconsciously, she felt anxious immediately.

"Second brother, be careful, he is the fifth rank of martial arts!"

Chen Yao barely called out.

A sixth-grade sorcerer and a fifth-grade warrior are comparable in level, but there is no doubt that the closer the distance is, the more unfavorable it is for the sorcerer. Besides, it is still broad daylight, and it is not a night that is beneficial to the sorcerer!
Chen Mu approached so recklessly, once the commoner man suddenly violently, even if Chen Mu is a sixth-grade magician, he will face great danger, and life or death may be decided in an instant!
However, facing Chen Yao's reminder, Chen Mu's expression did not change at all, and he still walked forward with a peaceful expression, until he walked to Chen Yao's side.

then.

Chen Mu stretched out his hand lightly, and took the broken sword from Chen Yao's hand.

He didn't even look at the clothed man, he just put the broken sword in front of him, looked at it carefully, and saw that the sword had been broken to the point where only the hilt and the broken blade less than an inch remained.

The clothed man remained silent.

Just staring at Chen Mu.

The oppressive aura belonging to the fifth-rank martial artist became stronger and stronger, so that Chen Yao next to her could barely resist the oppression only by fully concentrating her mind. Her heart was even more tense, as if she couldn't even hear her own heartbeat and breathing. There is only a vast silence between the sky and the earth.

"It seems that you don't plan to say another word to me."

Sensing that Chen Yao couldn't resist the oppression brought by the civilian man's martial arts will, Chen Mu finally looked away and looked at the commoner man with some disappointment.

When Chen Mu spoke, the oppressive atmosphere was dispelled for a moment.

But at this moment, the commoner man moved.

The sleeve stab in his hand turned up all of a sudden, and the will to martial arts that had been brewing and not expressing before suddenly rushed away like a rushing river!

It looked like a simple thrust of the hand.

But in Chen Yao's eyes, she suddenly saw that the whole sky seemed to be darkened, with patches of blood intertwined, like a sea of ​​blood, trying to drown everything!

Only the sixth-rank warriors can sharpen the embryonic form of martial arts will and integrate it into their own blood, while the fifth-rank warriors can truly step into the room, and every move and every style contains their own will.

If one's willpower is not firm enough, one's mind will be overwhelmed all of a sudden. Seeing such a terrifying illusion in front of him, let alone parrying the opponent's attack, it is difficult to even move!
Chen Yao has seen this kind of power before.

From Meng Lao, she experienced a stronger martial intent.

But if she has seen it before, it does not mean that she can resist and see through it. After all, she is only at the eighth rank now, and it is impossible for a warrior before the sixth rank to truly resist such a will of martial arts.

this moment.

Chen Yao only felt her insignificance, and could only see that everything in front of her was drowned by the sea of ​​blood. Both herself and Chen Mu next to her were like insignificant ants, about to be swallowed up.

"Oops, the second brother is too close to him."

This thought came to Chen Yao's mind, and her heart felt cold. The scope of action of martial arts is very small, limited by blood energy, but Chen Mu is too close, so it must be within the scope of influence.

It is fatal for a magician to come into close contact with a warrior.

however.

in the next instant.

The sea of ​​blood that had turned into a huge wave that was about to surge down was frozen in the air, and then all the illusions were torn apart like paper.

Chen Yao only felt a flash in front of her eyes, and then saw the narrow streets and the figure of the commoner man again.

The sleeve thorn in the clothed man's hand disappeared at some point. Not only did he not get close, he even took several steps back, and there were several extremely deep footprints on the ground!

Not waiting for Chen Yao to startle.

Standing by the side, Chen Mu, who seemed to have been doing nothing, raised his hand lightly, holding the broken sword with only an inch of edge in his hand, and swung it down at the commoner man ten steps away.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yao saw that a beam of bright white sword light suddenly appeared from the void and fell from the sky, like a river pouring down, eclipsing the sky and the earth for a moment.

The sword is out of the ghosts and gods!
"Royal!"

The clothed man let out a roar, the sound was like thunder, and exploded in the street. His palms were pushed upwards suddenly, and the true energy belonging to the fifth-rank warrior exploded with all his strength, turning into a barrier visible to the naked eye, blocking the sword light.

But it didn't work.

The true essence barrier is like fragile glass, it will shatter upon contact with the sword light, and then the whole person is directly submerged in the sword light, with his eyes wide open, his body from top to bottom, inch by inch in the sword light annihilation.

The copper-skinned iron bones of fifth-rank warriors are like paper paste, and even the blood has been crushed clean by the white sword light.

finally.

The clothed man disappeared completely, and there was only a dark pit with a radius of about one zhang, whose depth was unknown at a glance!
(End of this chapter)