Just when Long Junchen was relying on his own skills to live in close combat, the two archers closest to Long Junchen took out two shiny daggers from somewhere. A strange black light was revealed on the blade, and it was obviously fed poison. Long Junchen felt the slightly cool coldness on the blade, and he couldn't help but groan. Unexpectedly, these royal imperial guards were all cultivators. Although their cultivation level was not too high, an army cultivator was a destructive existence wherever he placed it.

Long Junchen decided not to hold back. With a loud shout, the dragon-patterned bloodline in his body came out voluntarily, and he did not give the two archers a chance to take action. He shook his arms and seemed to have a piece of his arms suddenly. His fingers were like several cold blades. When the two cold lights were about to approach his eyes, Long Junchen's palm was about to hit the throats of the two archers. Without any hesitation, two buzzing sounds, and the two archers' throats were broken, their mouths spitting blood foam, and they fell to the ground softly and weakly.

Long Junchen is very calm now. This calmness comes from his confidence in his own strength, and also from the lessons of Dragon Walker's experience of many years of corpses and fire. He had no time to think about why these royal imperial guards had attacked him. Of course, in this case, he didn't need to think so much, but he knew that he was facing the first dangerous test after coming to the capital. If he could not even pass this test, it would only prove that he had not yet reached the level of returning to the capital, and was not alone enough to take over the banner of Longlingtian and take over the huge clan of the Long family!

At this moment, the mighty arrow formation suddenly dispersed, and a white robe flashed, and a person came out of the rain outside. Long Junchen only felt a flash of light at the corner of his eyes, and a miserable white appeared in the dark alley. Then a swordsman with white clothes all over his body, fluttering sleeves, and holding a plain ancient sword, as if he was about to transform into one with the wind and rain.

The two hissing sounds of breaking the wind came out. Long Junchen had already reacted when he was here when he was drawing his sword. He immediately pulled the two archers beside him to his body. There was no time for these two people to react. These two swords were inserted straight into the two archers pulled by Long Junchen. When the two of them broke their throats, blood was out. They fell to the ground before they even had time to pull out the sword.

When Long Junchen saw that the white-clothed swordsman had killed his own people, he scratched his head, smiled unruly, and said to the man: "Hehe, you also killed the royal imperial guards. Now we are people on the same boat, don't do anything randomly!"

However, the white-clothed swordsman ignored Long Junchen at all, as if he had not heard the latter's words, and rushed towards Long Junchen. The white-clothed swordsman had two swords around him, one long and one short, the long one called the Heavenly Heaven, and the short one called the Compassionate. The combined length and the short one did not mean that the swordsman was compassionate to the heavenly heaven, but on the contrary, he wanted to make him not compassionate to the heavenly heaven and not compassionate to the others!

Although Long Junchen could not call out the other party's name, he had indeed heard of such a powerful figure who used two swords in the Royal Villa. However, this first time he met, it actually made Long Junchen feel a little amused and crying! The powerful cultivation emitting from the latter also made Long Junchen look slightly stern, and a touch of solemnity slowly floated on his face.

?As the white-clothed swordsman moved, his right middle finger hanging beside him buckled and bounced. The short sword beside him was about to come out with a clear shock and turned into a clear light to protect him. He would be sympathetic to others, first, attack the enemy with a long sword, and protect himself with a short sword. This is the greatest advantage of compassion for the world.

Long Junchen narrowed his eyes, and the opponent's attack was quite open and closed, very much like a general who had guarded the border. The offensive incorporated the moves of bravely fighting against foreign tribes in the desert. It seemed that the person in front of him might still be the commander of the imperial guards. The Beth Tian Sword was unsheathed, and the snow-white sword light seemed to illuminate the entire path in an instant. The fallen leaves in late autumn were also blown by the sword wind, taking off with the strong wind, and dancing chaoticly with the heavy rain.

The ancient sword in the white-clothed sword was as clear as a phoenix. In this way, accompanied by the sad fallen leaves, under the scrubbing of the rainy night, the archers had retreated before, because the other party had already seen that Long Junchen was also a cultivator, so the ordinary methods were naturally put away, and the cultivator would leave them to the cultivator to solve them.

Long Junchen saw the opponent's restraint so fast, and thought to himself that it seemed that he had done many such murderous and robbery transactions, and he cooperated very well. Facing the unstoppable sword, the dragon-patterned blood in Long Junchen's body surged, and all his breath was transported to his palms. He twitched the dragon-patterned dagger, like a world-breaking sound, with the extremely powerful sound of breaking the wind, and the dragon-patterned dagger stabbed straight into the other party's face.

The sword that came towards him didn't even look at it. He fought with his life. Long Junchen chose to end the battle in the shortest time. The sharpness of the dagger was extremely sharp, shaking the swordsman's hair backwards, like steel thorns. Long Junchen did not cherish his life, on the contrary, he cherished it very much, but in a real battle, in addition to cultivation, computing power is also a very important part of it.

He has been in the Dragon Walker for a long time. He has also been to Moye's special killer organization. He has seen countless top assassins, so he knows very well that the more he kills people, the more he cherishes his life, the more proud he is, and the more he loves himself, the more he feels unnecessary, or is unwilling to exchange his life with the other party. Long Junchen uses this life-fighting method to defeat the other party in the shortest time, fight for his life with his life, and use his own empty gate to force the other party to reveal his flaws!

As he wished, the other party waved his sword and did not continue to stab Long Junchen in the face. Instead, the sword turned and slashed towards Long Junchen's palm. Long Junchen stopped very quickly, and the dragon patterned dagger gently pushed away the short sword of Prayer. Then, his hands turned into two black shadows and hit the other party's temples. The fists were clean and neat, extremely simple, but extremely fierce.

Seeing that the other party was so determined, the swordsman in white could only groan and did not choose to continue chasing. Instead, he retreated for dozens of steps. He retreated. His eyes shrank, and he did not dare to look directly at Long Junchen's eyes with a ruthless look. Those eyes that were even more cruel than him were forced back by Long Junchen's crazy attack methods. He had not yet died together. His determination and courage to burn both jade and stones, he immediately tapped his legs and turned into a white shadow, and directly passed through the wall at the end of the alley. However, this person could run away, and the archers who had just retreated were not so lucky!...
Chapter completed!