"I'm fine, Deacon Qian doesn't have to worry, I just have a problem." Long Junchen's slender eyebrows slightly raised up, revealing a touch of extremely difficult-to-detect tiredness. He raised his head, not because of sadness, but because it was dawn outside and it started to rain.

The skylight leaked slightly in the mine cave, and the drizzle fell like silk, and the entire Yintian Island also began to drizzle. The rain fell on the black-sailed boat, on the eaves, on the hats, on the bluestone road, on the wind-catching wine flag, on the weeds outside the mine cave, quiet and silent, as if everything was over. Long Junchen looked from afar, through the heavy rain curtain, under the light of the day, there seemed to be three swords, one of which was the light and shadow, and the breath was weak, and the drizzle fell gently, as if slowly melting the sword. Gradually, from the tip of the sword to the hilt, the light and shadow of the long sword became much fainter. I don’t know how long it took, the sword disappeared into the sky with a gust of wind and a drop of rain.

Long Junchen sighed softly, as if he realized something. The rain was a little heavier, and the ding dong was like a spring water falling into his ears and ringing in his heart, extremely clear.

These raindrops fell on Long Junchen's hair and flowed from the edge, like a waterfall in the dry season, flowing down a little wildly. Qianhen looked at Long Junchen's eyes, and Long Junchen's eyes, three sword lights appeared in his black and white eyes. In the warm red sky shining by the rising sun, a thicker white suddenly appeared, and a muffled sound rang out from the lonely mountains in the distance. The white light disappeared, but the red color belonging to the rising sun in the sky still existed.

"What happened?!!" Qianhen's pupils shrank, and he looked at the strangeness reflected in Long Junchen's eyes, and was shocked. The sword, that extremely sharp sword, seemed to be Chu Liuyun's sword.

"Chu Liuyun, break a sword. Oh, don't call him Chu Sanjian in the future, just call him Chu Erjian." Long Junchen withdrew his gaze and said calmly, without any expression on his face. He did not feel gloating at all because Chu Liuyun broke a sword. On the contrary, he felt uneasy, a very crazy uneasy.

Chu Liuyun cuts a sword and will inevitably lose his cultivation level. He will definitely not continue to participate in the dragon slaying in a short period of time. However, isn’t the person who can break his sword a more terrifying existence?

Long Junchen could not understand Chu Liuyun's strength before, but now he is very clear about his strength. He can fight with him for hundreds of rounds without any disadvantage. What a terrifying existence this is? Looking at the country of Shenzhou, there is absolutely no more than ten people with such transcendent strength.

Such a man who was comparable to Long Junchen, such a madman who cut off the origin of Huangquan with three swords, was actually chased and fought in such a short time, and broke a sword directly. This was simply a naked force crushing. If it was not Chu Liuyun, but Long Junchen, he would not dare to continue thinking. He asked himself that under the terrifying destructive power, he would at most protect himself. If he wanted to compete with him, it would be basically impossible. He might also cut off his arm and cut off his arm to save his life.

Qianhen, who was standing aside, had the same thoughts as Long Junchen, and a hint of panic appeared on his shriveled face. He had also heard of Chu Liuyun's strength. He also witnessed the flash battle just now.
Chapter completed!