Since a great battle with Lu, Changle destroyed several branches of the Thirteen Shop, and it seemed to have disappeared, and no one could find his whereabouts.

In the Tianmen

"I sent a lot of people to find Zhao Changle's whereabouts, but still no trace of him was found." Luo Xian said to Di Shitian.

"Zhao Changle didn't die so easily. As long as it wasn't the woman's move, the idiots in the Thirteenth Shop were no match for him." When Indra said of that woman, there was a look of remembrance in his mouth.

"But the dragon slaying is about to be killed. Zhao Changle will not stop appearing all the time." Luo Xian said hesitantly.

"You don't have to worry about these things." Indra replied coldly.

Suddenly, there was a shock in the cell of Tianmen, and Wuming, who was caught by Indra, personally escaped from prison.

"Indra! It's unknown!" The priest ran over and hurriedly reported the report.

It's not worry-free at all!

"I understand, I'll deal with it!" After Indra said that, he disappeared.

This time Wuming was in a battle with the gods. Duan Lang joined forces with Pojun to attack him seriously injured and was finally caught by Indra himself.

After cleaning up Wuming, Wuming, who failed to escape from prison, was also worried about what to do if something happened to Zhao Changle, if something really happened to him, what would happen to his plan to kill the dragon.

But if you want to help Zhao Changle, you must face that woman.

To be honest, Indra is really unwilling to provoke that woman. She sucked Xuanwu's energy away back then. Her Martial Emperor's True Classics should have been greatly improved over the years, and I am afraid that I am no match for her.

"Eternal life is not easy." Indra looked into the distance and murmured to himself.

Long'er looked at the killer under his sword, and there was a ferocious wound on his back.

"Little devil! You dare to come to trouble our Thirteenth Shop. I will chop off my limbs with my own hands later." The person who spoke was a handsome man. Long'er killed his brother.

"Your brother just killed innocent people, so he should have died. Look at how you speak, killing them is not unfair." Long'er picked up the sword and wanted to fight.

"Qiu Daozi, leave this kid to me. It looks like he is also a master of swords." Master Song laughed and walked out of the forest. He was still worried about Long'er.

So he secretly followed him along the way. He knew Qiu Daozi's strength. If Long'er was in full swing, he would be able to kill him if he fought to the death.

But now in this way, Long'er's best ending is to die with him.

"Old man Song, why did you come down the mountain if you are not in your sword hut with your son's ashes?" Qiu Daozi did not have much respect for Master Song.

When he heard him mention his son, Master Song moved his eyebrows and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Oh? You are a Class B killer. Do you still want to kill me?" Qiu Daozi said viciously.

"Long'er, you're resting for a while. Leave this guy to me." Master Song pulled out his beloved sword. Seeing this sword, he seemed to see his son again.

["Son, let's take a rest." At that time, Master Song was still a handsome middle-aged man.

"Cough cough, dad, my son knows that the deadline is approaching, so he wants to give his father a good sword before he dies." The son has suffered from a strange disease since he was a child and will die if he lives less than 18 years old.

Looking at his white hair, Master Song said pitifully, "Dad doesn't want to see you so tired."

"I'm not tired of making a sword for my father. My father's sword will be named after my son. If I die, this sword will be with you." My son smiled bitterly and his eyes were red.]

"This sword was cast by my son Song Longjiao, and the sword is called Longjiao!" Master Song shouted and unsheathed the sword.

The sword body was like a pool of autumn water, and with one sword, it seemed like a young man punched. The young man looked a bit similar to Long'er.

"Long'er, your qualifications are no match for my son Longjiao!" Old Man Song brags about this sentence. His son's talent should be one ten thousandth of Long'er's.

However, Song Laoer's swordsmanship is indeed good.

Qiu Daozi looked at the sword in surprise. Why is Song Laoer's sword technique so sharp?

Long'er, who was standing beside him, quickly recovered his internal strength because he knew that Uncle Song had the only two swords the most powerful. After breaking his two swords last time, Uncle Song was exhausted.

Well, is it bad for him to say that...

So Long'er must take action immediately when Uncle Song finished using the second sword.

"I didn't expect you to keep hiding your strength!" Qiu Daozi almost cut off one arm by the first sword.

"I just don't want to be as arrogant as you." Old Song looked at him and replied, "Check my second sword!"

This sword looked like the July fire. Qiu Daozi was shocked. He was still injured by the sword energy when he was dodging in a hurry. A charred wound appeared on one of his arms.

"Hey! You and I work together after all, you go! I don't want to kill you!" Old Song sighed and returned the sword to the sheath and said.

"You're serious?" If there were only those two swords, Mr. Song would definitely be able to break it with him. But judging from his appearance, Mr. Song's swordsmanship is already like a master.

"Take it seriously! If you don't humiliate my son, I don't want to teach you a lesson." Old Song waved his hand and said to him.

Qiu Daozi clasped his fists at Song Laoer, covered his arms and turned around and left. He had just taken two steps and suddenly stopped.

This scared Song Laoer, and Qiu Daozi sneered and said, "Damn it! I almost let you cheat!"

"Qiu Daozi, since you are looking for death, then I'm not polite!" Master Song blinked at Long'er and signaled him to run away quickly.

Long'er smiled confidently and shook her head, then closed her eyes to restore her internal strength.

Old Song was so angry that he wanted to curse himself. If he had known that he would not be impulsive. Now, I am afraid he will really die here.

"Aren't you going to draw a sword? Come on! Get a sword!" Qiu Daozi said with a hilarious voice.

Old Song had no choice but to bite the bullet and set off his sword, and his sword skills were mediocre.

"That's it?" Qiu Daozi said contemptuously, "Old Song! Your swordsmanship is just as useless as your son!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the ordinary sword technique suddenly produced an extremely powerful sword energy.

Qiu Daozi didn't even have time to dodge, so his head was penetrated by the sword energy. Old Song was even more surprised than Qiu Daozi who was dead.

He looked at his hands, when did I become so powerful?

"You can look behind." A gentle voice sounded.

"Brother Zhao!" Long'er shouted happily.

Master Song turned around and Changle took back his fingers.

"You helped me just now?" Master Song asked embarrassedly.

"Thank you, Daxia Song helped Long'er." Changle said with his fists. He originally had a great gain after fighting with Liu Xiaoqi, so he ran to Lingyun Cave to practice again.

When he went down the mountain to buy supplies, he heard that Long'er killed Thirteen Shop, so he rushed over.
Chapter completed!