Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

The man stood there silently for an unknown amount of time, Cheng Yan looked at it, and felt a strange feeling in his heart for no reason.

He opened his lips, but before he could speak, his neck suddenly felt cold.

Under the manipulation of the other party, the Yunyuan Sword was actually on his neck.

Cheng Yan suppressed the surprise in his heart. In fact, the Yuanyuan Sword was in an ownerless state, and it was expected that it would be controlled by someone stronger than him.

However, this is too embarrassing.

Cheng Yan raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword, forcibly breaking its control, and pointed the sword at the opponent: "Are you the tombkeeper?"

Half of the face of the man in black, which was hidden under the brim of the hat, lifted slightly, as if looking at the range performance.

The other party didn't answer, Cheng Yan continued to ask, "Where are the others?"

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Yan had already flashed up to the tomb guard and put the sword on his neck.

The tomb guard remained silent, as if the threat of death from the other party was nothing to fear.

Cheng Yan's eyes were slightly cold, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword became more and more forceful, but for some reason, he couldn't take a step closer.

It seemed like he was instinctively stopping himself from hurting this person?

Before he could figure out the weirdness, Cheng Yan slammed the sword behind him, fighting with the oncoming axe.

The ear-piercing scratching sound disappeared, replaced by a more earth-shattering ping-pong-pong sound.

The tombkeeper turned his head to watch the battle between the two weapons, and lightly opened his bloodless lips: "The sword is good."

Cheng Yan was slightly taken aback, his voice was hoarse as if he hadn't spoken for thousands of years, and the emotions hidden under the calm tone were hard to discern.

But whatever it was, it shouldn't happen to him, a stranger.

Cheng Yan looked at the penultimate mural, the ghost king was holding a long sword against the dead zone, and in the blurry picture, he felt that the sword was somewhat familiar.

A thought quietly came to mind, Cheng Yan looked at the gravekeeper again, and the feeling of weirdness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"You ruined my mural, then you will be my mural."

The gravekeeper suddenly looked at Cheng Yan and said so.

Cheng Yan's heart skipped a beat, these words were actually similar to some of Ling Jiuxuan's words.

Without any further thought, several axes appeared out of thin air and attacked Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan raised his hand to shatter them, but the axes kept appearing without leaving any gaps.

The tomb guard not far away made seals extremely quickly, and his pale complexion was particularly conspicuous against the black background.

Seeing that the other party was about to use the dead zone again, Cheng Yan condensed the Zhanzhang sword to cut off all the dead energy in this space.

The last sword hit the tomb guard directly, forcing his movements to stop.

Cheng Yan held the sword in both hands, and the tombkeeper immediately recalled the ax to resist the fatal blow.

The violent shock wave shattered the funerary objects in the tomb, shaking randomly and violently.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Cheng Yan's lips, and he barely kept standing with his sword on the ground, but his hand shook violently.

His bloodshot eyes stared at the black figure, who was still calm and standing upright.

But there was no immediate counterattack, indicating that the opponent was also severely injured by this blow.

Cheng Yan simply sat down, hung the two swords in front of him, and began to form seals with his hands at an extremely fast speed, his movements completely invisible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, the tomb guard magnified the ax and slashed at Cheng Yan fiercely.

The protective formation with himself as the eye of the formation was destroyed, and the corners of Cheng Yan's lips overflowed with blood again, but his movements did not stop at all.

The grave guard's eyes under the brim of his hat turned hard, and his fingertips moved.

Just as the ax fell for the second time, the sword formation took shape.

The original owner had many ancient sword arrays in his mind, Cheng Yan chose the most lethal one, and with the idea that success or failure depended on one stroke, he used the power of the five elements to forcibly form the array.

The abyss and beheading turned into countless sword shadows, wantonly destroying the underground palace and attacking the tomb guards.

Everything seen in the underground palace can become Cheng Yan's sword, including the opponent's axe.

This formation was too domineering, and the tomb guards didn't want the underground palace to be destroyed, so they were hindered everywhere, and they were actually at a disadvantage.

Cheng Yan got up with some difficulty, and walked towards the grave guard.

"Where is Ling Jiuxuan?"

There were still bloodstains on his lips, and his clothes were covered with dust, not to mention how embarrassing he was.

The brim of the tombkeeper's hat slipped down in the chaos, revealing a complete face. The excessively pale complexion made it look very weak, and the delicate facial features were lifeless, as if it was just a body with an empty skin.

The face was indisputably beautiful, but soulless.

The gravekeeper slowly turned his eyes and looked at him.

Cheng Yan's heart suddenly missed a beat, and his vision suddenly blurred through the protective barrier of the tomb guard, so that he thought he saw Ling Jiuxuan.

"Where is the man who came in with me?" He collected his emotions and asked again.

The tomb guard's eyes were still like stagnant water, he suddenly removed the protective barrier, and everything stopped in an instant.

The swords hanging in the air were densely packed, and without exception, they stopped.

Among the many avatars, he accurately grasped the real body of the Zhan Zhan Sword, and blood immediately overflowed from his palm, staining his pale palm red.

Cheng Yan frowned, this was an excellent opportunity to kill the opponent.

But for the first time, he didn't want to do that.

"Good sword." The tombkeeper's eyes were fixed on the sword, as if looking through it to distant memories.

Cheng Yan felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. His evaluation of Yun Yuan was just a good sentence without emotion, but he praised Zhan Zang without hesitation, as if he saw an old friend and cherished each other.

Suddenly, the tomb guard pointed the tip of his sword at his heart and stabbed hard!

Cheng Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he instinctively wanted to stop him, but found that he could not react.

Blood spilled from the corner of the tomb keeper's lips, like paint painted on white paper, and it was shockingly beautiful with just a single stroke.

The gravekeeper slowly raised the corners of his lips, lowered his eyelids, and slowly waited for death.

At the same time, Ling Jiuxuan's location appeared on the system navigation.

Everything in the air fell down and made ping-pong sounds one after another. Cheng Yan hooked his fingers and was able to move.

He looked at the tombkeeper who seemed to be liberated. Without hesitation, he turned around and ran in the direction of Ling Jiuxuan.

After a long time, the tombkeeper who stayed on the spot opened his eyes and looked at the mess. His eyes finally fell on the slaying sword on his chest.

"I didn't expect...you were the one who came to rescue me in the end..."

"……goodbye."

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On the other side, Cheng Yan rushed into the tomb where Ling Jiuxuan was, opened the coffin and saw Ling Jiuxuan unconscious.

"Ling Jiuxuan? Wake up Ling Jiuxuan!"

The moment Cheng Yan met Ling Jiuxuan, the latter suddenly opened his eyes.

Cheng Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but his vision became increasingly blurred, and his legs were as soft as if they were stepping on cotton.

In the next second, he fell with the shaking underground palace.

As soon as Ling Jiuxuan opened his eyes, Cheng Yan threw him into his arms, and the moment he put his hand on Cheng Yan, his heart skipped a beat.

"Cheng Yan? Cheng Yan?"

Ling Jiuxuan felt his spirit becoming weaker and weaker, sat up abruptly, embraced the fainted Cheng Yan, his eyes were red with anxiety.

He immediately took out the Taixu pen to break through the void, but there was no reaction. The Taixu pen had no effect on this underground palace.

He could only carry Cheng Yan on his back, and ran out following the traces of Cheng Yan's arrival.

The underground palace shook more and more violently, as if it would collapse in the next second.

Blinking to the main hall of the underground palace, Ling Jiuxuan saw the Yuanyuan sword on the ground at a glance, and the man with the sword in his chest, leaning on the beam and pillar.

After putting away the Yuanyuan Sword, Ling Jiuxuan walked towards the man in a strange manner.

When he reacted, his hands were already on the opponent's face.

Ling Jiuxuan looked at the man, slowly frowned, and just about to withdraw his hand, the next moment, the space in front of him was distorted, and he was sucked into another space unpreparedly!