Chen Jings anger suddenly surged, and a childlike voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Ming Xing Shixiong, this fire was clearly set by you, how can you say it was Chen Jing Shixiong?"

  Chen Jing turned around, and saw Xian Zhen crawling out of a mountain cave. Seeing that Xian Zhen was safe and sound, his tense heart relaxed, and he turned to coldly gaze at the fat-headed, big-eared fatty, saying: "You are Ming Xing."

  The fatty was intimidated by Chen Jings aura and took a step back, but still said loudly: "Thats right, Im Ming Xing."

  Chen Jings murderous intention suddenly arose, but he suddenly turned his head to look elsewhere, only to see three people flying towards him, one of whom shouted: "Chen Jing is here, dont let him escape!"

  Chen Jing was shocked in his heart, secretly thinking that it would be difficult to take Xian Zhen with him. He turned around and said to Ming Xin: "Hide yourself well, dont come out until the wind and waves have subsided."

  Ming Xing sneered coldly, appearing fearless and unscrupulous.

  Those three people who flew over in a short time had already arrived at the distance of ten feet, one of them, a man in black clothes with a cold face, shouted: "Chen Jing, you killed my familys young master, today I will cut off your head to sacrifice to the spirit of the young master in heaven."

  "Brother Chen Jing Shi, hurry up and leave." The voice shouted loudly from within the cave.

  Chen Jing didnt turn his head, but loudly said a sentence after hiding well. His hand pointed at Ming Xing and the sword flew out of its scabbard without warning, transforming into a white light.

  Before a word of shock and horror could be uttered, the stout head had already flown up. Until death, he couldnt understand why Chen Jing didnt escape, but instead insisted on killing himself first.

  Those three people who flew over and shouted in anger, each cast their spells.

  A whip-like shadowy cord came floating down like a drawn-out skein of yarn.

  A flame descended from the sky.

  A golden wheel flew straight down from high altitude and chopped off Chen Jings head.

  Chen Jing, however, stood still and motionless, as if he hadnt noticed the spells and treasures that were about to land on him. He saw his right hand move like a sword in front of him, and the flying sword that was about to behead Ming Xings skull moved with his finger, spinning in mid-air, its body shrouded in an illusory shadow, rapidly slashing towards the three peoples heads.

  The three were shocked, they did not expect that Chen Jing would be so reckless and directly attack himself. The sword was extremely fast, the dangerous aura enveloped his heart, but he didnt even have time to cast another spell to block it, and could only increase his magic power, hoping to kill Chen Jing before the flying sword reached him.

  Chen Jings eyes watched as two spells and a magic treasure fell towards him, but his face didnt have the slightest expression. It wasnt that he didnt want to dodge, it was just that he couldnt move at all.

  His swordsmanship was just beginning to take shape, and he couldnt yet manage to dodge while riding the sword, nor could he become one with the sword like a legendary swordsman, so he could only concentrate his mind to control that somewhat spiritual sword.

  Sword aura rises with white smoke, disregarding the already imminent magic and treasure that is about to strike his head.

  Xian Zhenjing covered her mouth in shock, wanting to close her eyes and not look again, but her eyes were wide open. All she saw was a ball of flames pouncing on Chen Jings body, engulfing him, and faintly visible was an illusory whip wrapped around Chen Jings neck.

  A golden flying wheel struck Chen Jings chest, and Chen Jing flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood while still in mid-air, before heavily crashing to the ground.

  He couldnt help but call out in surprise, and was about to climb out when he saw Chen Jing had already gotten up. He loudly told him, "Take good care of yourself, I wont be able to take you with me." After saying that, he turned around and left along the wall corner.

  Its unbelievable that Im still alive after being hit by two spells and one treasure. When I looked at the three people again, I found that their heads had already rolled to one side.

  Chen Jing seemed to have been hit by the spell, but in fact he had not suffered much damage. Before the spell and magic treasure struck him, the three people had already been beheaded by the sword. The spell had not yet dissipated, so it looked like Chen Jing was still being hit. Although the golden wheel of the magic treasure no longer had any magical power to support it, it still sent Chen Jing flying, but did not cause fatal injuries.

  Chen Jing walked along the edge of the wall, raised his head and suddenly saw a brocade-clad young master standing on the highest roof of the Qianluo Gate, trying to hide but it was too late, and was seen by that person.

  "Chen Jing was in..."

  He let out a loud cry and pointed at Chen Jings location, clearly stating the characteristics of the house where Chen Jing was hiding.

  Chen Jings heart tightened: "This man is standing high, I am in a low position, how can I avoid his eyes? With him around, its only a matter of time before were surrounded. At that time, it will be impossible to escape."

  A ruthless heart suddenly arose.

  The position where that person was located was exactly the limit of Chen Jings sword control. If he had been given one or two more days to practice, Chen Jing would have had a good grasp of controlling his sword to kill him from such a distance. However, now he could only get closer to do so.

  At this time, someone was flying towards Chen Jings location, but Chen Jing couldnt care about these things. He immediately rushed in the direction of the brocade-clad young master for several zhang, his body leaning against a corner of the wall. With a faint sword hum, he suddenly calmed down, clearing his mind and focusing his spirit.

  Staring at the sword, his fingers slowly stroked its body.

  This sword has just been tempered and has only killed a few people, yet its already somewhat dulled by the blood of others.

  The spiritual energy of the whole body is concentrated in the hand, and the invisible spirit flows like a clear spring on the sword. After three consecutive times, the bloodstains on the sword finally disappeared. The faint sense of stagnation between Chen Jings heart and the sword disappeared.

  The young nobleman in brocade, standing far away on the rooftop, looked at Chen Jing with some confusion. He didnt understand why Chen Jing didnt escape, but instead stood there quietly wiping his long sword with his hand, his expression extremely solemn.

  Suddenly, Chen Jing raised his head, his eyes gleaming like a swords light.

  He was slightly startled in his heart, but saw Chen Jing throw the sword tip in his hand into the air. The sword turned into a white light and flew straight towards him, and a sense of extreme danger surged up from his heart in an instant. He turned around and rose into the air, and at the same time, he took off a jade pendant from his waist and threw it into the air. The jade pendant turned into a ball of white mist, blocking the path of the flying sword.

  Chen Jing stood still, while someone in the distance approached, a middle-aged man holding a small jade net in his hand, with a wave of his hand, the jade net floated in mid-air, only to hear the middle-aged man recite an incantation, his fingers pointing continuously, the small jade net transformed into a large net that swooped down towards Chen Jings body.

  Chen Jing seemed to have not noticed at all, but in my heart, there was only that one sword, and the only thought in my mind was to kill that young master in brocade clothes.

  The jade pendant transformed into a cluster of white clouds and rose to meet the swords aura, enveloping it. Meanwhile, he himself had already risen into the air and flew swiftly towards the distance, about to leave Chen Jingfeis sword attack range.

  Only to see the sword suddenly flash a dazzling white light, unimpeded piercing into the white mist, the white mist slightly moved, the sword had already pierced through the mist. The young master in brocade clothes sensed it with his mind and was greatly shocked in his heart. That jade pendant wasnt an ordinary treasure, but rather a gift from his grandfather on his 18th birthday. He still remembered how hot his brothers eyes were when he received this jade pendant back then. Although it was hastily used now, it wasnt something that could be compared to ordinary magic or treasures.

  He was shocked and suddenly increased his magical powers to move further away from Chen Jing, but a chill ran down the back of his head like a cold frost. He involuntarily turned around, and all he saw was dazzling white light.

  However, that white light was getting farther and farther away from himself. He let out a sigh of relief as he heard a voice in his ear saying "Young Master..."

  The sound seemed to come from a very distant place, illusory and unreal. At the same time, he saw a headless corpse in the void falling towards the ground master. He thought this person was so familiar, but before he could think clearly, a severe pain surged up, and then darkness submerged his thoughts.

  The middle-aged man was shocked and frightened, that brocade-clad young master was not an ordinary person, he was the third son of the Jian family in Baoling City, named Jian Zheng, also the elder brother of one of the three famous sons killed by Chen Jing in the brothel. As for Jian Zheng, he didnt have much hatred towards Chen Jing in his heart, but the reputation of the Jian family couldnt be tarnished, so he came here to capture Chen Jing and bring him back, which would add a bit more weight to his future inheritance of the family head position, but he never thought that he would end up dying here.

  Middle-aged people are considered to be Jian Zhengs guards. At this time, Jian Zheng is dead, and he cannot escape. With a shocking heart, he also generates extreme hatred towards Chen Jing. The web in the void shines with electric light. In one move, it breaks through his daily limit, several times larger than usual, and rushes towards Chen Jing.

  Chen Jings swordsmanship had reached its peak, and as the sword pierced through the clouds, he felt a sudden heaviness in his sword arm, unlike its previous lightness. With another swing of his sword, he beheaded the young man in brocade, staining his blade with fresh blood. Suddenly, a sense of stagnation arose, like jade covered in dust, and his heart was filled with distracting thoughts.

  He knew his sword was still in its infancy, and it wasnt suitable for fighting with others yet, but he had no choice. The electric net was already above his head, and the sword drew a circular arc in mid-air, not cutting at the net, but instead flying straight towards the middle-aged man.

  Extremely fast, yet to outsiders it seemed no different from when Jian Zheng had just struck down the Simple Governance.

  Chen Jing knew that if he used his sword to block the electric net, he might not be able to escape again. Moreover, a sword is good for attacking, but not for defending, and what he pursued was a clean and efficient way to defeat his enemy with one strike, leaving them headless.

  The middle-aged man snorted coldly, reached out to untie the square scarf on his head, and threw it into the air. The scarf puffed up in the wind, and in an instant, it transformed into a blue screen that flew towards the incoming sword aura.

  Chen Jings eyes were already closed, and he didnt look at the electric net above his head, but instead focused wholeheartedly on controlling his sword.

  Its said that in ancient times, there were people who could summon the wind with a single word, call forth rain with a wave of their hand, and uproot mountains with a single angry glance. But those are just legends now. These days, cultivators can already roam freely across the land if they master even one magical technique. Most people only manage to refine a single magical artifact in their lifetime, hoping that it will eventually become a powerful spirit artifact, increasing its power many times over. At the same time, there arent many people who can refine multiple artifacts. Chen Jing hadnt expected this middle-aged man to have two magical artifacts on him, and both of them looked quite formidable.

  The sword sliced through the air, but did not pierce the blue fabric as it had when he killed Jian Zheng. Instead, it grazed the edge of the blue curtain. It was not that Chen Jing did not want to pierce the blue fabric with his sword, but rather he knew he could not do so at this time. To outsiders, this sword seemed no different from the one that had killed Jian Zheng, but Chen Jing himself was clear about the great difference between them.

  The sword drew a circular arc in the void, looking extremely agile, and slashed straight at the middle-aged mans neck.

  The middle-aged man sneered and stretched out his palm, reciting an incantation. The blue cloth curtain suddenly turned back, as if blown by the wind, and rolled towards the flying sword.

  The flying sword was blown up like the wind, and it didnt dare to entangle with that blue cloth. All his thoughts were concentrated on the sword, thinking only of killing the middle-aged man first, but the flying sword was blocked, and the electric flower net that flashed on top of his head had already come down.

  The flying sword that had been hiding behind the blue cloth curtain suddenly lost control, like a bird with broken wings crashing into the eaves of the house and becoming embedded in the stone wall. The middle-aged man burst out laughing, and at this moment he grabbed Chen Jing. After going back, he might be punished, but it shouldnt be a capital offense.

  Chen Jing only felt a stinging sensation all over his body, the concentrated mental energy on the flying sword suddenly dissipated, and then his body tightened, his hands and feet were tightly bound. Opening his eyes, he saw that the middle-aged man was looking at him coldly.

  "It seems this time I will lose my life here."

  Just as Chen Jing was about to close his eyes and wait for death, a woman in a grey and white Taoist robe with her hair tied up high floated down from the rooftop behind the middle-aged man.

  A middle-aged man suddenly found that Chen Jing was laughing, looking at his back and laughing, wanting to turn around to see, but then suddenly thought that this must be Chen Jings plan. However, as soon as the idea arose, he felt a faint fluctuation of magical power.

  He was startled in his heart, and without even turning his head, he had already thrown out the blue handkerchief. The handkerchief had just flown up and hadnt yet turned into a blue curtain when a bolt of lightning struck down, splitting on the handkerchief, spreading downwards, and heading straight for the middle-aged mans body.

  Chen Jing only felt that the electric web that had been constraining him loosened, although it didnt disperse, but allowed him to reassemble his spiritual energy. His divine sense responded to the sword that had fallen to the ground, communicating with it with all his might.

  A sword flashed in the air and rose, conjuring a faint white glow that slashed towards the middle-aged mans neck.

  The middle-aged mans heart was greatly shocked, and his fearful heart suddenly surged up. However, his body was affected by the lightning that came from nowhere, and the internal force in his body became stagnant. Just as he thought of adding more force to the electric net, his throat felt a severe pain, and his head flew off. Darkness fell, and the blue curtain turned into a blue handkerchief floating in the air. The electric net that trapped Chen Jing also lost its divine light in an instant and turned into a ball of silk threads, smooth and lustrous like silkworms.

  Chen Jing stuffed the silk net into his bosom, reached out to catch the flying sword, and gave a distant fist bump to Ye Qingxue standing on the rooftop, but didnt say a word before turning around and leaving.