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After hearing what the middle-aged man said, the two uncles of the Chen family went with smiles on their faces and no regrets.

Their fifth brother is here, the strongest of the Chen family is here, and the members of the Chen family are safe, so they are relieved.

The middle-aged man was none other than Chen Changxuan, the patriarch of the Qingxian Chen Clan.

As soon as Chen Changxuan arrived, he used his spiritual sense to check the situation of the two clan brothers. The Burning Blood Pill hollowed out their bodies, and they were still alive just now because of a wave of thoughts.

When Chen Changxuan came, the thoughts dissipated, and the person naturally left.

"Two more!"

Chen Changxuan sighed softly in a voice only he could hear, then took out a turquoise elixir and threw it to Chen Yuanjiang, and said softly without turning his head: "Yuanjiang, you have done a good job, heal your injuries with peace of mind, don't leave any future troubles .”

"The rest, leave it to me!"

"Yes, Uncle Fifth."

Chen Yuanjiang caught the elixir, put it in his mouth without even looking at it, then sat cross-legged on the spot and began to heal his injuries.

The third-tier low-grade elixir——Cyanwood Pill, is one of the two third-tier healing elixirs mastered by the Chen family.

After arranging the matter, Chen Changxuan looked at the brown-clothed youth and others who had been ignored just now. There was no expression on Chen Changxuan's face, but anyone could feel the pure killing intent in his eyes.

After feeling Chen Changxuan's strong killing intent, the giant cyan eagle circling in the air slowly landed behind Chen Changxuan, and yelled at the young man in brown.

"Qingzu, you go to help Changyi, I am enough here alone."

"The blood of the Chen clan should be recovered by me, the patriarch."

After hearing this, the giant cyan eagle yelled at Chen Changxuan in dissatisfaction, and then flew towards the battlefield where Chen Changyi was.

The giant cyan eagle is a third-rank top-rank Qingfengying, a wind-attribute monster, whose speed is two or three times that of a monk of the same rank, and this Qingfengying has already touched the threshold of the fourth-rank.

This Qingfeng Eagle is the spirit beast of Chen Qingxuan, the founder of the Qingxian Chen Clan.After Chen Qingxuan passed away, Qingfengying stayed in Qingyuan Mountain to protect his descendants for his master, and the members of the Chen clan honored it as Qingzu.

Qingfengying usually cultivates quietly on the top of Qingyuan Mountain, and the top of the mountain is a place where only family foundation monks can go up, so all members of the Chen family know that the family has a guardian spirit beast, but they have never seen it.

The lifespan of a monster is three or four times that of a monk of the same rank. However, the Qingxian Chen clan has been established for more than 600 years, and this Qingfeng Eagle is also more than 700 years old, and it is only 50 years away from its lifespan. time.

The [Beast Ji Pill] that Mrs. Chen photographed in Tianhefang City this time was also prepared for it. It has protected Mrs. Chen for more than 600 years, so Mrs. Chen will naturally not bear it.

And this time Chen Changxuan was able to come so quickly, it was also due to Qingfengying, otherwise Chen Changxuan might have to wait an hour to arrive, and then he could only come to collect the corpses of the Chen clan.

The young man in brown clothes standing opposite Chen Changxuan's face changed drastically after knowing who Chen Changxuan was, and immediately fled to the woods behind him, ignoring the accomplices who followed him.

The young man in brown clothes dared to bring someone to intercept Chen's way, so he naturally knew something about Qingxian Chen, otherwise he would not have dared to act rashly.

He knew that Chen Changxuan was the most talented person in swordsmanship since the founding of the Chen family. He once beheaded a monk of the ninth level of foundation building head-on with his cultivation base of the fifth level of foundation building.

Facing such a strong man, the brown-clothed monk didn't have the courage to fight him, and running away was his only choice.

According to their plan, this place is hundreds of miles away from Qingyuan Mountain, and it will take two hours for the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment to arrive at the fastest, enough for them to kill all the members of the Chen clan, and then retreat leisurely.

If Qingzu hadn't brought Chen Changxuan on the journey, their plan would have a high chance of success.

Seeing that the opponent was about to run, Chen Changyi stretched out his right hand, and a green-brown long sword appeared in his hand, surrounded by sword energy visible to the naked eye.

Changjiang swung forcefully from top to bottom, and a cyan sword energy quickly flew towards the direction where the brown-clothed youth was escaping, and a three-foot-deep sword mark appeared on the ground wherever it passed.

Chen Changxuan, who finished his attack, stood on the spot and did not leave. After seeing the young man in brown clothes stop to defend against the blue sword energy, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Chen Changyi.

After entering the woods, the young man in brown felt a strong and sharp sword aura attacking him from behind, so he immediately stopped, turned around and took out a low-grade third-tier shield to block in front of him, and then used his own The strongest move.

After the slash of the brown-clothed youth collided with the blue sword energy, it was easily scattered like a wooden sword meeting an iron sword. The low-grade third-level shield he regarded as a life-saving straw was easily cut open like ordinary paper.

Staring at the cyan sword aura so close at hand, the brown-clothed youth showed various expressions for a moment, including regret, fear, fear, and disbelief, but most of them were fear of death.

In fear, the brown-clothed youth was cut in half by the blue sword energy, and blood spurted out, staining the surrounding land and branches red.

The cultivator who had witnessed the foundation establishment died in front of his eyes, and the two cultivators who were about to escape with the brown-clothed youth immediately stood where they were and respectfully begged Chen Changxuan for mercy.

"Senior, spare your life, we are all forced..."

Before the two could finish speaking, Chen Changxuan ended their lives with a sword.

"If you are stained with Chen's blood, you must pay with blood!"

Chen Changxuan's voice was not loud, but everyone nearby could hear it.

The black-clothed monks who were still at war with the Chen clan saw that the leader of the foundation building was killed, and heard Chen Changxuan's decisive words, they lost all intention of fighting and left their opponents to flee for their lives in the woods.

The black-clothed monk wanted to escape, but none of the Chen clan agreed. They were about to catch up, but they heard Chen Changxuan's voice.

"stop"

As soon as the voice fell, a purple figure rushed from behind them to the front of them, mercilessly harvesting the fleeing monks in black.

In an instant, all the black-clothed monks were killed, blood spilled all over the ground, and on this piece of red ground stood a middle-aged man in a purple robe, holding a blood-stained long sword in his hand.

Kill all the monks in black at Chen Changxuan, and the battle on the other side is over.

After Qingfengying joined the battle, the two middle-aged scholars were crushed by one man and one beast, so they had no power to fight back, so they could only be beaten passively.

If you want to run, with the speed of the two of you, you can't escape the Qingfeng three feet away, so you can only helplessly defend against the opponent's attack

Perhaps seeing Chen Changxuan's killing spree, Qingzu's attack was much more violent and powerful than before, breaking the defense of the two middle-aged scholars in two or three hits.

Qing Zu did not kill the two middle-aged scholars, but brought the seriously injured two to Chen Changxuan and handed them over to him.

Chen Changxuan glanced at the two of them indifferently, and then asked directly.

"Who are you? You are not ordinary casual cultivators."

Some casual cultivators make a living by intercepting passing caravans, as long as they are caravans, they dare to intercept even the caravans of the Great Win Chamber of Commerce.

As long as the tail is cleaned up, and then changed to another place, who knows what they did.

However, the people who intercepted the Chen family this time were obviously organized and prepared, and such a strong group of people cannot be done by casual cultivators.

(End of this chapter)