Chapter 8 (2/2)

Chu Yan's sword cuts out, cuts down, stabs forward, and turns back. In an instant, between the cages of time and space, the sharp sword spins like a pitching.

Chu Yan's swordsmanship is practiced from the battlefield. It has no fancy moves, but the moves are deadly and the most fierce!

At this moment, with his practice, the air in the cage of time and space has become more and more fierce. It seems that there are fierce swords everywhere.

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The motorcade went west for another ten days.

After the capital of Nanyuan Prefecture left, they had been marching all the way west for nearly two months.

The scenery along the way has changed from green mountains and green waters to the barren mountains and mountains that are gradually emerging.

As far as I can see, there is a sense of desolation everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Chu Yan knew that they were not far away from the border of Nanyuan Prefecture.

After crossing the border, it took about three days to enter the territory of the Persian Prefecture.

In the past few days, Chu Yan has been working harder and harder in his practice of fencing and dragon hanging.

In addition to the time at night, as long as he has the opportunity to be alone during the day, he will also enter the cage of time and space. Even if he only practices for half an hour, he will actively grasp it.

So in addition to mastering Nu long pan more skillfully, Chu Yan's realm has been restored to the double peak of Zhenwu realm, and the distance to the third level is only a line away.

Chu Yan was more and more diligent during this period of time. On the one hand, he could go to the Guixu pagoda one more level after he recovered to the three levels of Zhenwu realm. On the other hand, there were other reasons.

Another day later, in the morning, the commander of the guard came to see Chu Yan and told him that the border of Nanyuan Prefecture was twenty miles ahead. If he crossed the border, he would enter a ownerless area between the two countries.

This route, when Chu Yan led the army to attack the Persian Prefecture, had already passed. At the moment, he did not express any more opinions, but let the commander go according to the plan.

When the commander left, Chu Yan quietly held the Green Gang sword in his hand, and flashed a meaningful taste in his eyes.

During the lunch break, there were two figures, one fat and the other thin, outside the camp where they were temporarily stationed.

These two figures, fat in white, thin in black.

The fat man in white has a pair of iron claws on his waist, and the thin man in black has a machete on his back.

Two people appear so abruptly in public line of sight, step by step came over.

Looking from afar, inexplicably gives people a tight feeling.

This time, the escort in charge of the escort soon realized that something was wrong. He put down his dry food and grasped his weapon.

Xiao Pei also feels the tightening atmosphere of the scene, leans to Chu Yan's side and nervously looks at the two people who keep walking in.

Only Chu Yan didn't seem to feel the change of the surrounding atmosphere. He still ate the dry food in his hand, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

When the fat one and the thin one came more than ten feet away from the crowd, and they still didn't stop, the Guard commander stood up, hit the ground with a heavy gun in his hand, and gave a bang. At the same time, he yelled at the two: ”stop! We are soldiers of Nanyuan Prefecture. Who are you