Chapter 22 (2/2)

But now, only a group of Jianghu people with evil spirits are standing in the middle of this official way.

Chen ang is not a person who likes to kill people, but when he saw that the demon cult dragged the bodies of passers-by returning late and abandoned them to the roadside, he couldn't help but let the long sword stained with blood.

Although he is smiling now, his eyes are only cold.

”Chen ang, what have you done to our Shenjiao disciples?” elder Bao shouted fiercely. His body suddenly rushed out like a black leopard. There was no astringency in his vigorous and agile place. His heavy body like a bear ran like this, which brought a great impact to people's vision.

Chen ang looked at him with his head tilted from a high place, and the smile on the corners of his mouth became more and more inexplicable. He slowly asked, ”do you want to say secret when you ambush Chen here? Do you want to say blatant when you stand in the middle of the avenue? And send someone to intercept passers-by, which makes Chen a little confused?”

Elder Bao fell down in front of him and suddenly smiled, ”you said those pedestrians? Yes, in order to prevent them from leaking information, I ordered the disciples of Shenjiao to deal with them!”

”But those people are just innocent people! How can they find out if you want to hide? But you sit carelessly in the middle of the road, don't hide at all, but kill people for privacy. It's hard for me to imagine!” Chen Ang's eyes are clear and seem a little unclear.

Bao Chang snorted coldly and didn't answer. He just surrounded Chen ang with several others. Chen ang suddenly couldn't help sighing when he saw his spotless clothes and neat decorations.

”In Chen's eyes, life is a wonderful thing, just like the fragrance of a wisp of soil in the morning wind. Even a silent and nameless ordinary person, his voice should be a flower beside the road, which is gorgeous and bright in a place no one knows.” Chen ang ignored their small actions and cast his eyes into the distance.

”Chen has a strange disease. It's difficult to cry and laugh. Even if he meets great joy and sorrow at first, his heart is just calm. He always feels that one day he will not care about all kinds of true feelings, hardships and misfortunes in the world. He is like a piece of grass, trees and rocks, neither happy nor sad, immortal!”

Chen Ang's face was calm and suddenly turned to ask them.

”Have you ever heard the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof? Can you feel the wonderful vitality of flower buds when they slowly open in the spring wind? Do you know that the autumn wind often carries the fragrance of wood leaves from distant mountains?”

”This is a cross examination from a long-time friend of Chen. Chen also used it to remind himself to cherish life. Even if his heart is cold, he should keep a trace of sincere kindness! Not...”

Chen ang lowered his head and sneered: ”not to become a person who kills innocent people for the sake of cleaning his clothes!”

Before the words fell, the sword light suddenly rose.

Bao Dachu saw the most soul-stirring sword light in his life. He had seen the powerful and powerful attack, and the momentum was unparalleled and unstoppable. He had also seen the Oriental invincible strange sword technique, with many ghosts and evil intentions as seductive.

But these are not as good as Chen Ang's sword.

It is as bright as life, with a weak but tenacious temperament, as if it is the palest but warmest emotion in the world. This is not a kind of fencing, but a kind of persistence and moving, derived from the most humble and greatest human nature.

Chen Ang's pupil is already blue, but it is different from the blue like the Millennium ice in the past. It has lost its deep-rooted rationality and calmness. Gentle as the sea's Wang Lan, calm but full of vitality, a faint but real emotion, contained in his eyes.

For the first time, when Chen ang turned on the overclocking state, he was more like a person than a God in the nine days.

Little by little, the blood flowed down from the tip of Chen Ang's sword and dropped on the ground. Bao Dachu and others were hard to cover their throat, and their eyes were at a loss. Bao Dachu sobbed hoarsely. A little blood seeped out between the fingers of his left hand. His right hand gripped the sky powerlessly and hung down powerlessly.

Chen ang walked in front of them. All the disciples of the demon sect retreated one after another. They looked at Chen ang nervously. With his steps approaching step by step, the sword in his hand couldn't hold and fell down.

The bodies of Bao Dachu and the four men were just 'Bang' and fell to the ground.