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His long hair danced wildly in the room, like ink splashing in the white air.

"An Gan, 21 years old, an itinerant cultivator from the martial arts world." The fifth level of the Congenital Realm, Windraiser zhenqi. I killed a few leaders of smaller sects and imprisoned them. "

Hearing his words, Chang Lou froze for a moment. Very few people would tell a cultivator his exact strength, unless he was a lunatic or someone extremely confident.

"So this fellow is using Windraiser's Qi. No wonder he can stand in the air!" However, this environment is too advantageous for him. I'm afraid that my strength cannot match his, so it seems that I can only think of a way to gamble! " Chang Lou thought for a moment before replying, "Chang …"

"You don't have to tell me your name! Don't you find it boring to remember the names of the dead? "

Chang Lou smiled and said, "Indeed, it's boring!"

"I'll give you an hour to recover your energy. I'll let you die a fair death!" An Gan suddenly stood back up on the pillar. He threw down those words and sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested.

Chang Lou was stupefied. Was this guy confident or a fool? If he was confident, then he would be called conceited.

"Could it be that this fellow has deliberately used up all of his zhenqi?" After carefully analyzing the situation, Chang Lou felt that there must be something going on with his suspension just now. He had to seize every opportunity and fight right away.

Thinking of this, Chang Lou jumped up high, took out a large axe from his storage pouch, and threw it with all his might. This was the place left to him by the dear red scarf. He wondered if he would be able to compensate her if he were to encounter her in a while. Although one had already been sold.

"No need! If you had died earlier, you would have reincarnated earlier. If you had gone too late, Grandma Meng and the King of Hell would have already gone to rest! "

The axe whistled along with the words from Chang Lou into An Gan's ears. An Gan turned around and used his cyan colored long sword to catch the axe.

"This is bad!" Sensing the tremendous strength from the flying axe, An Gan's heart tightened. It was just as Chang Lou had imagined. The great power contained in the axe caused An Gan to take a big step back and enter the void.

Since Chang Lou had predicted that it would fly out, she definitely wouldn't let go of this opportunity. She leaped high into the air, and with two leaps, she and the axe landed on the pillar where An Gan was.

The double-sided broadaxe in his hand rotated and ruthlessly smashed down. The strength of this place was also a very important factor in winning.

"Look at my Three Axes!" The axe struck against An Gan's longsword, chopping him down. The howling wind of the axe carried a very temperament. If it weren't for the fact that he had some attainments in the way of the sword, Chang Lou would have wanted to practice the axe.

"Humph!" "How naive!" With a cold smile, An Gan raised a handful of silver notes in a flash.

Under Chang Lou's envious and passionate gaze, An Gan stepped onto a silver note. When he stepped on it, a green halo appeared beneath his feet. Stepping on the banknote, An Gan jumped high into the air. When he jumped, he pointed his finger and a green line blew up the banknote. When he jumped to the highest point, he just happened to smack the banknote on the ground.

"What the f * ck!" Just like that, a few hundred silver coins are gone? " Chang Lou was dumbstruck as she watched An Gan spread the money. If his qinggong wasn't that bad, she would have definitely gone to get a few.

An Gan had already jumped to the top of the house, flipped in the air, and flew down while swinging his sword. The zhen qi layer on the sword swirled like a leaf dancing in the wind.

"They are approaching in full fury, you can't force them!" Chang Lou pushed off the ground with the tip of her feet and jumped back onto the middle pillar. He still had some time to spare, even though he didn't feel as cool as the banknotes.

As soon as he returned to the middle pillar, Chang Lou jumped back aggressively and swung his axe at An Gan, who was about to turn around. The timing was perfect.

An Gan wasn't an ordinary person. The tip of his sword pointed towards the air, shooting out a green light. Borrowing the recoil, he leapt back into the air. With a few steps, he arrived at the pillar of the house at lightning speed.

"You're interesting!" Ankh smiled, holding his longsword, he spoke to the distant Chang Lou, who was glaring at him.

Chang Lou replied coldly, "You are also very interesting!" After saying that, Chang Lou swapped the axe for the Quicksand Sword, but he still couldn't do it!

"Be careful! This move of mine, 'Falling Leaf Wind', has once killed an expert of the fifth level of the Innate realm. You are an expert worthy for me to use this move! " An Gan solemnly looked at the blue sword in his hand. He was like a pious saint worshipping this sword. Although he had created it himself, causing the solemn ceremony to change its flavor and make him a little narcissistic, that sharp feeling did not hinder him from feeling a little nervous.

"You be careful too!" "This move of mine, 'Darkheaven, you've killed a powerful warrior of the Natal Opening Realm who was crippled!'" The Flowing Sand of Chang Lou pointed diagonally at An Qian, its eyes filled with a pretense of arrogance. There was no helping it, since the other side was already so formal, they had to cooperate no matter what!

An Gan looked at the grey colored Genuine Qi on the blade of his sword and nodded seriously. With a loud shout, he flew over like a meteor from the heavens.

An Gan was getting closer and closer to the house, but the house only saw him getting more and more blurry. Gradually, the green light turned into green leaves.

"Hu!" Chang Lou let out a long breath. She suddenly restrained her aura and stood there motionlessly. An Gan couldn't feel the scent anymore, even though he could see the building standing there. The sudden confusion caused a crack to appear in his invulnerable mind, and a trace of passivity appeared in the sword Qi that was rushing forward.

"Immortal Severing – Edgeless!" The Immortal Slaying Sword's second sword, 'I don't have a sword.' The sword and I fused into the world. There was no sharpness, no killing intent, no sword wielding man. There was only emptiness and destruction.

An Gan stopped at the middle pillar, raised his head to look at the sky, and sincerely praised: "This strike is truly wonderful! It was much better than 'Falling Leaf Windraiser'! Come on! You will become a legendary swordsman of your generation! " As soon as he finished speaking, the azure sword in his hand twisted and pierced through his chest.

His body slowly fell down, and a gap appeared on the sturdy pillar in the middle.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, his "Immortal Slaying Three Swords" had originally only become the first form, "Hidden Edge", the second form, "Edgeless", and the third form. The second style only had half a move, and the third style did not even have half a move. This time, under the enlightenment of "Falling Leaf Ascending Wind", he suddenly comprehended "Edgeless". Edgeless was not invisible and blade-less, but his form and his edge had already merged into the void, becoming a part of the world of destruction and desolation.

The cost of this sword was enormous. It was as if Chang Lou's body had been sucked dry. Not only was there not a single strand of energy left in his body, his Jing and Mai were in chaos. Chang Lou felt that he had reached the brink of death.

What Chang Lou didn't know was that the hair on his body, which was only fifteen years old, had turned slightly gray. He had aged quite a bit.

Lying on the pillar with his head in the air and his legs hanging in the air, Chang Lou felt tired even moving his head to recall the past. It was like closing his eyes and finding a place devoid of people to freely and properly rest.