Eternal Gate

boom! boom! boom!

The three explosive symbols exploded in no particular order, resounding through the vast night.

puff!

The big bird blew blood on the spot, mainly because it couldn't hide it. The **** bones that were blown up were dripping, and the power of the bursting talisman was 80%. It was able to bear it. Its flapping wings were blown out, like a kite with a broken line. Falling from the air.

Looking at the purple-clothed youth on his back, he is not much better. He is a good hand in assisting. The flesh and anti-explosion ability are not flattering. The big bird is dripping with blood and blood, and he is also flying with blood because of the big bird. , He also planted from the sky, and after all, he did not expect Zhao Yun to have a burst of charms, he was caught off guard, standing too high, he was also a living target.

boom! boom!

Accompanied by a bang, the big bird took the lead to land and smashed a small mountain, and then the purple-clothed youth, a huge boulder was destroyed by it.

The rubble was flying, but they could not get up even if they didn't see them. They were all covered in blood from the bombing. Now that he fell half-stuck on the spot, it was a blessing to be able to breathe at this moment.

Zhao Yun arrived afterwards, carrying the bleeding Zixiao sword.

The purple-clothed youth wanted to get up, but he was helpless, his bones were broken, no one of his meridians was intact, and he fell into a waste on the spot.

"Who sent you here."

Zhao Yun said lightly, lifting his sword step by step.

The purple-clothed youth's mouth was full of blood, which meant that he was not afraid. Instead, he showed an inexplicable smile to Zhao Yun, with a weirdness, as if with a touch of gratitude, Zhao Yun frowned, not knowing the meaning of this smile.

Looking at it, the blood flowing from the mouth of the purple-clothed youth turned into jet black.

"Damn it." Zhao Yun came instantaneously.

Unfortunately, he came late. The purple-clothed youth had swallowed the poison hidden in his teeth and was killed on the spot. Before he died, his expression was not the slightest pain, but more relief, like a late old man who walked away. serene.

"Assassin." Zhao Yun whispered.

Killer missions fail or fall into the hands of the enemy. Most of them have self-judgment operations. Maybe it is professional ethics, or maybe it is even worse to go back and die.

He searched the body of the young man and did not see the identity card. Apart from the shirt and the bow and arrow, there was nothing else, the big man and the old man, too. He couldn't find anything that could prove their identity, let alone Who sent him.

Quack! Quack!

The big bird is not dead yet, lying in the gravel and wailing, not knowing whether it is the master or for himself, soaring in the sky, never one day, it fell into the Nine Netherworlds.

"Rashomon."

The words of the moon **** seemed to be able to read the wailing of the big bird. In the wailing, she read such a secret, she didn't know herself, Zhao Yun might know it.

"Rashomon?"

Zhao Yun frowned, how could he not know.

It was an extremely mysterious assassin organization that existed as early as the ancient Warring States period, with masters in the door like a cloud and spreading the world.

Rumor has it that all the masters of Rashomon in the past are genuine Tianwu Realms. No one has really seen it, but when you mention Rashomon’s name, they are all frightened. As long as the money is enough, whether it is Tianzong or the royal family, it seems that they don’t dare not. Assassinated, this example is not uncommon for thousands of years.

At this moment, Zhao Yun thought a lot.

That night, most of the people who blow poisonous fog into his room were also Rashomon's killers.

He even suspected that the previous evil mage also belonged to Rashomon.

This assassination organization is too mysterious, hiding in the world with various identities.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Yun muttered to himself, quite wanting to know how much the gold master behind him hates him, and he actually invited Rashomon's assassin. This is not good news.

Open guns are easy to hide, but hidden arrows are hard to guard.

Being stared at by Rashomon, he will never think of a peaceful life in his whole life.

Did not think much.

He took the corpses, destroyed the corpses, collected the weapons and properties of the three assassins, and disappeared into the darkness. During this period, he coughed up blood more than once.

This battle is dangerous enough.

Against the killer, there is a possibility of death at any moment.

At this point, there is still poison in his body.

Looking at the left arm, it is completely black and has no intuition, and it slumps down weakly. It is the three true spiritual realms that have lost. If it is the Xuanyang realm, it is really possible that a sword can kill him, a killer of that level, an explosion talisman. It may not be blown up.

Late at night, he found a cave.

In the middle of the night, he barely forced out the toxin, his face still pale.

After doing this, he took the three weapons.

The three weapons are indeed good, especially the big man’s gilt sledgehammer, which is actually made of golden black iron, at least 800 kilograms, and the old man’s rapier and the young man’s bow and arrow. They are also special black iron. With such equipment, one can imagine how terrifying a higher-level killer should be.

He sacrificed the beast fire and the sky thunder and melted to the extreme.

The essence of the three weapons has been refined, and they are all refined into the Dragon Abyss Sword. After some polishing, Long Yuan becomes heavier, and the buzzing sounds of dragons.

After taking a sip of spiritual liquid, he looked at the Moon God.

The implication in his eyes is still obvious: Xiu'er, I was targeted by the killer organization, don't you say it? For example, teach my life-saving secret technique.

Moon God didn't say a word, and squinted at Zhao Yun: How few did the old lady pass on? It's not easy to escape? Isn't it mysterious enough through the wall? Fengshen is not fast enough? Or is the holy method of fighting and war not overbearing enough, can a little martial artist learn so much and use it?

"When I am killed that day, you can steal it!"

Zhao Yun curled his mouth, a grasshopper on a rope, why are you so ignorant!

Luna didn't respond.

Be a master! It takes the apprentice to suffer a little bit, and the trials of life and death can transform Nirvana. What you want is that state of mind, let's go slowly!

Zhao Yun disagreed, and took the swordsmanship.

This method is not difficult to learn. It is good to brand the ban on the sword, and then cooperate with the hand formula. As for how far you can fly and how powerful it can be, it depends on the sword controler's Dao and deeds. The foundation is strong enough. An ordinary sword is thousands of feet apart. You can chop the mountains and gravel; if the foundation is not enough, even a small sapling will be cut continuously.

At the end of the month, he lit a campfire and set up a barbecue.

And he, holding the ancient scroll of Imperial Swordsmanship, immersed in the fascinated look, and sometimes raised his hand to practice the maneuver, such as the pinch seal, which is very particular about the seal style, the true element, and the hand technique. It has to be a perfect match.

Also, this method also involves mental power.

The higher the spiritual level, the easier it is to defend the sword. To put it bluntly, it is the foundation.

In his opinion, this swordsmanship is incomplete.

In other words, it's an improved version, and it's definitely not a real swordsmanship.

Seeing this, he glanced at Moon God.

The Moon God knew that his expression meant, but he didn't reply. Zhao Yun thought it was not bad. This method is indeed incomplete. The true sword art is extremely demanding. At least the spiritual power must be transformed into a martial soul to force the soul. Controlling the sword, surpassing Tianwu, and transforming Wuhun into the soul, can control all things in the world.

Everything here includes flying swords.

The primordial spirit is strong enough to be sacrificed with one sword, and can beheaded for hundreds of miles

When the **** is enshrined, one thought will become thousands of swords, and it will destroy the world.

This is also the reason why she didn't pass on Zhao Yun's true swordsmanship, it was useless, he couldn't use it at all, there was no martial arts, let alone the soul.

Improved version of swordsmanship, make do with it!

The little real spirit realm, arbitrarily cultivates great supernatural powers, is nothing to find excitement.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun has taken the Zixiao Sword, his fingertips haunting thunder and lightning, and his brand is engraved.

Then, there was still a drop of blood on the brand.

At this point, he inserted the sword into the ground, put his fingers together, and chanted the method silently. After pinching the hand tactics, he waved his arms and pointed at the big tree five feet away.

Zheng!

The purple sky stuck on the ground flew with a clatter, a sword pierced the tree.

He swiped his arm, changed his hand gesture again, and Zi Xiao rushed to the night.

However, Feijian has limitations. If you exceed a predetermined distance, you will be disconnected.

He had been mentally prepared for this.

However, he did master the Imperial Sword Technique. If he had been familiar with the Imperial Sword Technique before, he would not need to use the Explosive Talisman, and he would be able to cut down the big bird with a single stroke.

So, if you learn how to control your sword, if you meet those flying in the sky in the future, you won't look so passive anymore, you will fly low and cut with one sword.

As for the distance limit! Only temporarily.

As the cultivation is improved, as the background increases, the distance will also increase the limit.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

In the mountains and forests, the sound of swords continued, and Zhao Yun put the sword away again. He played the flying sword, the broken sword technique, this kind of thing, the one that I used is called a smooth!

"Not bad."

Zhao Yun took the sword, wiped his sweat, and smiled.

"Rubbish."

Moon God's eyes are a bit slanted again, half-hanging sword, I can see if you can, if you really teach your fairy law, do you want to go to heaven?

"Soar."

When the words fell, he heard a wolf howl, which was quite domineering at night.

Zhao Yun looked up when he was done.

When I entered the eyes, I saw a ray of light, went straight to the sky, and took a closer look, only to realize that it was a person, a fat old man with fat head and big ears and big waist.

"Able to fly, Heavenly Martial Realm?"

Zhao Yun looked startled, and his eyes were round.

"Visually, it will not fall lightly."

The Moon God spoke deeply, and even soared into the sky. Is that flying? That's jumping!

as expected.

The old man who soared into the sky, when he reached a certain limit, he began to fall down. When he rushed upward, his position was full; when he fell, his posture was not very harmonious. If he is a drowning person, he goes back and forth in the air. Flop, there is nowhere to borrow, and it becomes a beautiful arc, smashing all the way down.

boom!

This rumbling is still very loud. The old man should have smashed a mountain, broken rocks and flying, and an invisible halo, spreading in all directions, wherever he passed, ancient trees were dumped in pieces, boulders It collapsed.

puff!

Zhao Yun also suffered, and was knocked out on the spot. There was blood vomiting, and the distance of the loss was still far away. If it is close, most of it has been crushed into a lump.

"The peak of Jizo." The Moon God said leisurely.

Why does she need to say that Zhao Yun has escaped. He hasn't stood still, so he flees and crawls. He can destroy the true spiritual realm and explode the Xuanyang realm. I will talk about martial arts in the underground storage realm, and it is the pinnacle realm. With the body guard's true essence, the explosion talisman of his level can't be exploded by far. If you want to destroy him, one finger is enough.

Eh?

Qing Huo sounded, listening to the tone, it was the fat old man, who had covered his old waist, had crawled out of the gravel, felt that there was martial arts, and came here.