When Chang Yan saw that the inhuman giant axe was about to fall, his face changed drastically. He had not enjoyed the joy of fish and water yet, and he didn't want to become a useless person. He struggled with the rope and shouted anxiously: "Brother Jian, save me!"

At this moment, a "brush" sounded, and a big guy roared. His axe-holding hand was cut off by a dagger, and his blood was dripping, but the wound was smooth. A dagger stood in the air, and the big guy looked back, and the blood in his eyes seemed to burst out from his eyeballs.

The hilt of this sword is round and smooth. The sword bead is a carefully crafted pearl-bearing dragon head. The sword body is faintly filled with lightning patterns, which seem to be embedded on it or embedded in it.

He looked at the sword more and more familiar, and suddenly realized that he turned around and looked at the young man's short sword he had confiscated, and found that the sword sheath was still there, but the sword body disappeared. It turned out that this was a spiritual sword.

A rustling sound came, and several barbarians with similar clothes rushed over, and saw the tragic situation of the big guys, they raised the same giant axes, perhaps because of his screams just now led them over.

"Kill him! He is Changhuang's son!" the big guy shouted.

When those people heard this, they all felt angry. They stepped on their heavy feet and heard a chaotic footsteps. They raised their axes and slashed at him. Judging from the posture, they seemed to not stop until they cut him down.

Seeing this situation, Chang Yan hurriedly looked at the dagger standing in the air, as if showing off his might, and shouted: "Brother Jian, please cut off the ropes for me!"

The sword was like an obedient "swooshing" sound, and the quick knife cut the mess, and the rope broke. Chang Yan pointed his right hand and quickly returned to his hand. He slashed at the person in front of him. He did not have spiritual power and his moves were messy, but this messy action defeated those people.

He saw these people retreating in a hurry and suddenly became powerful, raised his sword and threatened: "This sword was forged by the 'Tiangong Divine Iron'. It can kill demons and eliminate demons. If you don't want to die, you will get out of it."

Several people looked at each other, and one of them smiled and said, "Slay demons and eliminate demons? Unfortunately, we are humans."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Yan slashed at him again. With a "clang", the giant axe was bounced up. The man was shocked and thought that this sword should not be underestimated.

Chang Yan was frightened by the gravity he suppressed. He lived in the holy city since he was a child, wearing rich clothes and eating food, and was surrounded by stars. He rarely saw these evil spirits.

The man made another move at him, but he had no moves, all relying on brute force. Chang Yan looked at the barbarian with a fierce look on his face, and saw his hand holding the giant axe red and blue veins burst out. You can imagine how much force it was used. Chang Yan didn't care much, closed his eyes and waved his right hand, sweeping a sword energy.

With a "slash" sound, the next moment the sound fell to the ground like a heavy object. Chang Yan opened his eyes and saw the giant axe being cut off. Then he looked at the sword in his hand, which was still sharp.

He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and raised it and praised, "You are so awesome!" But he suddenly became anxious: "No, this cannibal tribe is nearby. If these barbarians recruit other accomplices, I can't resist it even if I have it in my hand." Chang Yan thought of this and thought of retreating.

However, this group of barbarians were tall and formed in a circle like a wall of iron. If he had to break through, he would probably have hit the stone with an egg. Although he had a spiritual sword in his hand, he did not want to kill anyone.

He glanced for a week and watched the shadows of the trees swaying in the green grass, the branches creaked by the strong wind, and the strands of hair on his forehead were occasionally stuck to his eyes.

"I have it!" Chang Yan flashed with a flash of spirit, and he picked up the short sword and muttered to him: "Brother Jian, for my life, I have to feel wronged you." As he said that, he waved the sword into a threat. These barbarians who had seen the power of this spiritual sword were really afraid to retreat.

He hurriedly stepped back and put the sword into the bonfire. In a moment, the sword caught fire. In the blink of an eye, the fire wrapped the entire sword body. He suddenly flew into the air and swept the fire toward them.

The people fell to the ground in fear, and the fire slashed over their heads. Some barbarians, who were slightly tall, caught fire. They jumped up and slapped them one after another. Chang Yan felt funny when he saw them jumping his feet. The corner of his mouth slightly raised and slashed backwards. Within a cup of tea, the flames burst into flames and smoke rolled. The forest was really burned.

"Put the fire, put out the fire!" The big guy with broken hands did not care about his injuries and the ignorant boy, and shouted hurriedly.

Chang Yan thought that these barbarians could support them so quickly, because their tribe was in the forest, and his life was far less important than the place where they depended for survival. Setting fire to the forest was the best way to repel them.

Taking advantage of their escape, Chang Yan covered his mouth and nose in the thick smoke and rolled in the smoke. After fumbled to find the scabbard, the flames rolled out. Then he stood up and patted the dust on his body, turned to look at the guys who could not lose the rice, and left with a smile.

But he had just taken a few steps and was in trouble. He knew that this was Muzelin, but he didn't know where he was. If it was a direction contrary to the previous one, then he would go forward and return to the holy city. The hard work of rushing on the road would be futile.

"Go forward." Suddenly a sound came over his head. He was frightened and looked up in horror, but found that there was nothing.

He lowered his head and ignored it. After walking a few steps, he thought about it and asked, "Which direction should I go?"

"Front."

Sure enough, he was not auditory hallucination. He lowered his head and glanced at the dagger that was hanging back on his waist, his eyes were slightly confused, he took it off and looked at it in front of his eyes, and asked softly: "Are you talking to me?"

He felt a little expectant and panic in his heart. He thought this spiritual sword would not be so effective.

The spirit sword stayed obediently in the scabbard and did not respond to him. Chang Yan sighed lightly, feeling a little disappointed. Although the spirit sword is powerful, it is moody. When you are happy, it is like cutting grass. On the contrary, it remains unmoved in the scabbard, like a dead object.

He suddenly recalled something when he was disappointed, and then looked up and shouted, "Chang Shuyuan, is it you?"

He waited for a long time, but there was still no sound in the forest.

"Isn't it him?" Chang Yan thought, but pretended to threaten and shouted: "If I knew it was really you, I would definitely sue you in front of my second sister!"

Sure enough, these words really forced the person in the dark, "No, no, young master. I'll come out now, don't complain."

The man named Chang Shuyuan walked out of the darkness in the forest and slapped the leaves that were stuck on his body to hide. Chang Yan smiled and was very satisfied with the results of his coercion.

Changshu was originally his servant, and his father was Chang Zhongli, one of the four elders of the Holy Sect. He learned a good skill since childhood. He was rebellious, but he fell in love with his second sister Changlin, and he pleased her every day. Chang Yan held his weakness and tried it out again and again. Every time Changshuyuan seemed to have lost a battle, but he was helpless.

Chang Yan could guess that he was because his mother insisted on letting Chang Shuyuan accompany him before leaving, and he flatly refused, thinking that since his mother agreed to go out for a walk, she should do everything in order to avoid being bound and protected. But with his mother's strength, he would definitely not agree to him so easily. Therefore, only Chang Shuyuan is the only one who can follow him.

"Don't follow me." Chang Yan said directly, but in a commanding tone.

"But... the sect leader is not at ease with you..." Chang Shuyuan was embarrassed. He didn't want to accept this job, just because he knew that Chang Yan always used Changlin to suppress him, but he had orders from the superiors, so he could only act on orders.

"If you had been following me before, you would know the power of this spiritual sword. Haven't you seen my extremely majestic appearance just now?" Chang Yan held up the sword, and his complacent words revealed his words.

"But...if you make a mistake, my life will be explained." Chang Shuyuan's face looked ugly and he was in a dilemma.

"Then I don't care. I can't disobey my mother's orders. I only know what words should I say in front of my second sister." Chang Yan hugged his hands in front of his chest, arrogantly, and did not speak harshly, but had already revealed the threat.

Chang Shuyuan sighed lightly, drooped his head, and finally compromised, "Okay, then I'll retreat."

"Be careful on the road." Chang Yan still reminded him while being proud.
Chapter completed!