Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

"Shen Chichuan..." Yan Shijun felt his head getting heavier, and it was difficult to open his eyelids any more.He clearly felt that his breathing was slowly becoming difficult, and his life was slowly draining away.

Yan Shijun hooked his lips in a self-deprecating manner. This was the first time he felt death, but in this inexplicable world of books, he made an impulsive decision for a reason that he couldn't explain clearly.

He suddenly wanted to ask himself, if time went back and everything was repeated again, would he still make this choice?

Heh, even he himself didn't understand the answer.

Yan Shijun exhausted all his strength to touch his chest, and under a thin layer of fabric was the letter placed close to his heart, the letter that made him about to lose his life.Yan Shijun slowly closed his eyes, and a teardrop slipped from the corner of his eyes: "Shen Chichuan, I just wanted to return your favor, but instead put myself here directly, what a loss."

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This time, the Wulin League, headed by the four Central Plains Wulin masters, gathered a group of martial arts masters. Under the name of "supporting justice and eradicating the demon sect", they forced all the way from the Central Plains to the Luoxiao Palace. Supported a lot of cards.However, the strength is too strong, but within five days, the number of the entire martial arts alliance has been reduced to less than half, and after three days, the alliance has collapsed and fled.

"That's right," Shen Chichuan stood on the top of the mountain, wearing only a black long gown, fluttering against the wind, with a sneering arc on his lips, and looked calmly at the last group of martial arts alliances who had retreated in defeat. "At least it lasted seven days this time, much better than last time."

After all, he handed the long sword in his hand to the masked warrior beside him. This black iron long sword seemed simple and simple, with a black body and no pattern on the scabbard.But the moment the masked warrior took it, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Not only to Shen Chichuan, but also this sword.

This sword is named Xuan Lin, and Shen Chichuan relied on this sword in a battle with the Wulin League ten years ago, surpassing the formation of thousands of people, and directly taking the head of the heart of the formation!

On that day, Shen Chichuan was just like today, his eyes filled with long-lasting frost and snow, he was dressed in plain white robes, and was unparalleled in indifference, but under that cold and holy appearance, there was a faint desire for bloodthirsty .

The formation of thousands of people is the formation that the Wulin League is most proud of. It took decades of practice and improvement to get it. Even he almost fell into it himself.

Unexpectedly, Shen Chichuan, a little-known young man, only held a black iron sword, and under his hands, the formation of a thousand people was like no one in the land.Wherever the black iron sword went, no one was left alive.

In an hour's time, everyone watched a blood-soaked young man coming from the top of the mountain, the blood was still in the sunset, and the lone crow screamed mournfully.A little blood was stained on his handsome face, making him look like a white-clothed Shura from hell.

Become famous in World War I!

This sword is also like his master, which makes people feel terrified.

Shen Chichuan walked down from the top of the mountain, and the masked warrior followed behind him without any slacking off. He held the long sword respectfully in both hands and dared not put it down at all.Shen Chichuan watched his subordinates cleaning up the battlefield, and clicked his tongue softly: "Wulin League is really impolite, it's fine to be a guest, and the filth of the ground is dirty for my eyes."

Everyone kept silent, and obediently cleaned up the battlefield, and did not prepare to go home until the cleaning was completed at night.Before leaving for a long time, I saw a person from the main palace of Luoxiao Palace coming on horseback, the hoofbeats of the horses were hurrying, as if he had something important to report.

When the man saw Shen Chichuan, he didn't even have time to kneel down and fell off his horse, and endured the pain and said: "Master, it's not good, the library is on fire!"

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Shen Chichuan leaped away all the way, even so, when he arrived, most of the Zangshu Pavilion had already been burned.

Xing Yu hurriedly reported the situation of the firefighting, but before he finished speaking, he heard a servant who looked like a servant pulling a few high-ranking fighters and crying: "Save my son, he rushed in just now! Help him Bar!"

The high-ranking martial artist was busy fighting the fire, so he had no time to pay attention to him, so he pushed him directly when he saw that he was unwilling to let go.The attendant rolled two meters away with a slight push, and rolled under Shen Chichuan's feet.

This attendant was Yan San, and none of the people he begged all the way were willing to help him.He rolled all the way to a person's feet, and hugged the person's thigh without even looking at his face: "Please, save my son, he broke in just now, if no one rescues him, he will die!"

Seeing that Shen Chichuan was impatient, Xing Yu was about to pull Yan San away, but when he saw his face, he called out in surprise: "Yan San?"

He suddenly thought of something, and immediately reacted, he stared at Yan San with wide eyes and said, "You said... the young master you are talking about can't be Mr. Yan?"

Shen Chichuan was taken aback for a moment, his heart ached, and he pulled Yan San up on the ground: "What did you say?!"

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"Yan Chen!"

Yan Shijun was on the verge of falling into the darkness, and an anxious voice suddenly entered his ears. Unexpectedly, the voice was so familiar, but it was still a little hoarse, as if his voice could no longer bear it after roaring for a long time. Live the kind of hoarseness.

"Yan Chen, wake up! Yan Chen, if you dare to die, I will kill your little servant!"

Even if he was saving someone, he looked fierce, Yan Shijun smiled in his heart.

But at this time, Yan Shijun was in a state of confusion, and he could not tell where the world was. He only felt that he was being lifted up and held in his arms by the waist.He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he only knew that he had great strength and a solid chest, and lying in his arms felt an inexplicable sense of peace.

"Yan Chen!"

"Yan Chen, wake up!"

The sound of Yan Chen kept coming into his ears, Yan Shijun's head was heavy, but he still instinctively rejected it in his heart. He muttered vaguely: "Who is Yan Chen? My name is Yan Shijun..."

There was a strong and powerful heartbeat in his ears, so strong that his heartbeat was chaotic.

But what he didn't see was that the person holding him was stunned for a moment after hearing the word "Yan Shijun".

Fu murmured again, seemingly uncertain: "Yan Shijun?"

……

This was the second time Yan Shijun woke up under the crowd watching, but this time he was not under the warm blanket, but under the starry sky in the open air.

The blurry figure in front of my eyes gradually became clear, and the first thing that came into view was Yan San's snotty nose, tears streaming down his ashen face mixed with plaster, and next to him was Xing Yu anxiously Extremely face.

Finally, it was Shen Chichuan's face.

At this time, Yan Shijun couldn't help shivering.

He didn't know whether it was because the midnight wind was too cold, or the leader's face was too cold...

Probably the second answer...