This person's eyes are extremely sharp, like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts.

Seeing such a look, Chen Feng's brows jumped suddenly.

This person's eyes actually contained a strong sword intent, which shows how strong this person's kendo comprehension is. This made Chen Feng suddenly have a feeling of meeting a soulmate.

"What's your name!" Chen Feng said with a light smile as he looked at the slave.

"Sword dust!" the slave stood up, his body straight, like a sword rising into the sky.

"Jian Chen, do you know your current situation!" Chen Feng looked at Jian Chen and continued.

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Jian Chen's straight body seemed to have been hit hard, and he suddenly fell a lot.

Especially when he saw a delicate token taken out of Chen Feng's hand, Jian Chen's face suddenly became extremely lonely.

This token is a magic weapon to control slaves, and it contains a trace of the soul of the slave it owns. The person who holds the token, no matter how low his strength is, as long as he refines the token, he can order the slave he owns to do anything.

Otherwise, the person who refines the token only needs to move his mind to torture the slave to death.

At the beginning, this sword dust was too unruly and unruly, and he didn't suffer less from this token. The pain caused by the token is still fresh in his memory.

"I heard that you are a descendant of the Ancient Sword Sect, but is there really such a thing?" Chen Feng asked when he saw that Jian Chen had been hit, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, when Jian Chen heard Chen Feng ask, his whole person was shocked.

"I'm your slave, yes, but don't think you'll have complete control over me with this token. If necessary, I would rather cut myself off from you than reveal the slightest information. Jian Chen gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Feng, and roared in a low voice.

At this moment, Jian Chen, like a beast that has not been completely domesticated, seems to pounce on you at any time and bite you.

The smile in Chen Feng's eyes was even more sufficient.

He didn't want slaves, he wanted men. If you are a slave, you will inevitably have some servility, and these servility will gradually wear out your nature, and finally become a submissive task tool. This kind of servility, although it will be obedient to you, is not what Chen Feng likes.

In the previous series of actions, Chen Feng was actually testing how much this sword dust's nature had been lost. What makes Chen Feng happy is that although Jian Chen has been contaminated with a little servility these days, it is extremely thin, and with just a few more words, this servility will disappear completely.

"Aren't you afraid that I won't let you die if you want to?" Chen Feng said, his tone was extremely relaxed, as if letting Jian Chen die was a matter of effort.

"Why be afraid of death!" Jian Chen said grimly, "If it weren't for the Fallen Leaf Chamber of Commerce imprisoning me all the time, I would have wanted to die a long time ago." ”

"As a sword cultivator, he should be upright, holding a green blade, soaring upward, fighting for nine days. But now he has fallen into Pingyang and become a first-order slave, so it is better to die. Jian Chen said this, his eyes full of tears.

"It's a fierce battle for nine days, a man is alive, he should have such a mind!" Chen Feng couldn't help but stroke his palm and laughed: "Jianchen, are you willing to be my subordinate, accompany me in this life to fight in the nine skies, life and death!"

"What does it make if you ask about this matter or not?" Jian Chen smiled bitterly: "I am your slave, what do you want me to do, just one order, why do you need to do more?"

"No, what I Chen Feng want is not a slave, but a loyal subordinate!" Chen Feng said: "My subordinates have their own thoughts, their own opportunities, and their own lives. When I needed him, he was the first to stand up and fight alongside me. When the smoke ends, when the wine is a song, life is geometric!"

Jian Chen listened carefully, his eyes revealing a sense of longing. After becoming a slave, he fantasized about living this life again. But every time I wake up from my fantasy, I feel endless loneliness.

Soon, a wave of anger rose on Jian Chen's face: "It's nice to say, you control my slave token, I still don't have freedom, I can still only be called a slave, not a subordinate......"

Speaking of this, Jian Chen's words came to an abrupt end, just because he was stunned by Chen Feng's actions.

Between Chen Feng and his hands, there was a token between his hands, which was his slave token.

Then, Chen Feng's hands strained slightly, and a stream of pure immortal yuan surged out, squeezing towards the token.

In an instant, the token was reduced to a pile of scrap that drifted from between your fingers.

At the same time, a thought suddenly rose in Jian Chen's heart: "I'm free!"

After feeling it carefully, I found that all the prohibitions in the original body disappeared with the destruction of the token. In other words, from now on, he Jian Chen, once again, has become a free body!

"Why?" Jian Chen looked at Chen Feng, his eyes full of doubts and inquiries.

"As I've said before, I want men, not slaves. Chen Feng said lightly: "This is my sincerity!"

Jian Chen stood stunned on the spot, and his head fell into a blank.

My subordinates have their own thoughts, their own opportunities, and their own lives. When I needed him, he was the first to stand up and fight alongside me. When the smoke ends, when the wine is a song, life is geometric!

Chen Feng's words were replayed over and over again in his mind, knocking on the door of his heart little by little.

thought that Chen Feng was just talking casually, but at this time he realized that what Chen Feng said seemed to be true. Otherwise, why did he destroy the slave token?

"That's my sincerity!"

Chen Feng's words became heavier and heavier in his mind, and in the end, they were as loud as a bell.

"Okay, if you can take one of my swords, you are qualified to let me be your subordinate!" Finally, Jian Chen's eyes widened, and he said solemnly: "You, do you dare?"

"Why don't you dare?" Chen Feng smiled, his face full of calmness and fearlessness: "Just let the horse come!"

While speaking, Chen Feng had already set up a posture, waiting for Jian Chen's move. He also wanted to see what kind of means this person who could comprehend the attribute sword path before the immortals.

"Well, my sword is very fierce, don't blame me if you die!" Hearing this, Jian Chen's face sank, and a strong sword aura suddenly condensed in his hand. The sword qi condensed in his hand like substance, as if he was holding a real sword!

"This sword is called Ten Thousand Bones!" Sword Dust groaned in condensation, and the sword light in his hand flowed, swaying a vast curtain of light.

Thousands of miles of battlefield, Jin Ge Iron Horse, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither!

Chen Feng stared at the sword intent rushing to his face, and his eyes couldn't help but flash a wave of amazement: "What a move, this is a sword of conquest, it is really fierce!"

Although he said this in his mouth, Chen Feng's hand did not stop at all, and he also condensed a sword of sword qi, and attacked and killed each other!