Sword of Coming

The young man in white robe was surrounded and advanced instead of retreating. After a few punches, he had already beaten his companion to the point where he was unable to fight back.

This makes everyone involved in the hunt inevitably feel anxious.

If the strong man hadn't warned him, the formation master in the north might have died suddenly on the spot.

The old man who was building a mountain-moving formation for everyone was squatting on the ground and arranging several small khaki flags. Even though he didn't notice anything strange, he still slapped his chest without hesitation. A hidden expensive amulet was broken, and the positions of him and a young disciple were instantly reversed.

In an instant, an unpredictable flying sword fell from the sky, like a chopstick thrust into water, causing ripples at an extremely fast speed.

The bewildered boy was split open on the spot by a huge flying sword, split in two from his head to his waist. The two corpses fell to the ground, their intestines and stomach flowing, and they were miserable.

The flying sword, which was far larger than an ordinary swordsman's sword, sank into the ground and disappeared in a flash. The flying sword entered the ground without any change on the ground.

It is undoubtedly a natal flying sword for sword cultivators.

The next moment, the formation master reached out and clapped his hands on his heart again. It seemed that he was using a substitute charm again, and he made up his mind to sacrifice the life of his second direct disciple to ensure his own safety.

Only this time, the evil cultivator who was previously caught off guard had room for maneuver. He did not stand idly by and stood far away. Instead, he took out a small black clay pot engraved with runes, silently recited the incantation, and shook it gently for a few times. A stream of gloomy black smoke rose into the sky. After leaving the clay pot, it separated into three streams, heading towards the formation master, the girl, and Lu Tai, who was standing on a high branch holding a sword.

The flying sword appeared out of thin air again, and it was still chopped down on the head.

But it was not the formation master who slapped the talisman, but the girl with a horrified face.

The billowing black smoke gathered by countless demonic ghosts covered the girl's head, like holding an umbrella for her.

However, the huge flying sword was too powerful. It broke through the black smoke barrier quickly and split the girl from head to tail with one sword.

The cardamom girl died on the road.

He worked hard to seek immortality, but in the end he failed to live past the age of twenty.

Lu Tai, who was holding the trunk of the big tree with one hand, looked unhappy.

It’s true that the Tao is higher than the devil.

The formation master didn't actually use the substitute talisman. He slapped his chest for the second time and just fired a feint, inducing the tip of his sword to point at the girl.

Lu Tai, who had lost the chess game, was not dejected. To practice on the mountain, firstly, a stupid person would not be qualified to cross the threshold of the mountain gate. Secondly, no matter how stupid a person is, even if he has lived for a lot of years, For a dog, after decades or hundreds of years, it is really just a dog, and it is time for it to become a spirit.

So no one is a fuel-efficient lamp.

Although the flying sword was huge, it was incredibly fast. Lu Tai stood there and let the black smoke surge towards him. After killing the girl, the flying sword came to its master Lu Tai in the blink of an eye. In front of him, the black smoke full of resentment, wailing, and ferocious faces was stirred up.

The evil monk kept shaking the pottery pot in his palm and said with a sinister smile: "If you dare to destroy my evil things, it depends on how many taels of spiritual energy you still have to squander!"

Streams of black smoke flew out from the clay pot, as if a huge black flower had bloomed in the palm of his hand.

The formation master was really afraid that the guy would strike him with another sword. As a last resort, he took out a large handful of snow-white beads and waved his sleeves to scatter them. Dozens of beads hovered around him, including three talents, four elephants, seven stars, eight trigrams, and nine palaces. , the hovering positions of varying numbers of beads are very particular, creating a series of protective formations. After forming the formation, the light shines brightly, reflecting the old formation master incomparably bright and majestic.

But if this happens, the previous formation will be delayed, and it will be delayed for a lot of time.

The evil monk knew nothing but a few words, but could not convince the old formation master who was afraid of death. While using the black smoke to kill Lu Tai, he reminded: "Hurry up and set up the formation, otherwise our journey of thousands of miles will be in vain, and once If you can't kill those two, there will definitely be endless troubles. You should weigh it yourself!"

The old formation master's expression was gloomy and he made a fierce move, withdrew half of the small formations and withdrew dozens of beads. In this way, the formation speed of the various places was accelerated a bit.

The battlefield to the south.

The burly man fell to the ground, vomiting blood, as if he wanted to vomit out his heart, liver and intestines. The soil on the ground was stained with bright red, which was very miserable.

He is a genuine martial artist of the fifth realm. He has accumulated a lot of accumulated kung fu and is very difficult to deal with.

It's just that on the road of martial arts, I have never encountered the guidance of a master, and the journey is bumpy and difficult. The foundation of the third realm of body refining is full of loopholes. I can't go from fourth to fifth, which can be said to be reckless, so if there are no accidents, I will have no hope of the sixth realm in my life.

A living person can't be choked to death by just soaking in urine, so he took a crooked approach. His method of inviting gods came from half of the remaining scrolls. Of course, he came from "hunting for wild food". Since he only had the first half, he only knew How to invite, but I don’t know how to send. It is easy to invite God but difficult to send. This is the reason.

Every time I ask a god to possess me, the cost is extremely high. I spent nearly twenty years trying to control the sequelae of this magic.

Especially when he was halfway through the invitation to the gods today, he actually punched the white-robed boy so much that the "god" returned to the altar. This was extremely rude to someone who was asking a god to come to the altar with strict rules, so he fought back fiercely, and wisps of souls came from him. Floating out of the orifice point, like three sticks of incense, curling up.

After burning three sticks of incense, there was still no sign of stopping. Clouds of smoke rose up from the strong man's back. You must know that these smokes are the manifestation of the spirit of a five-level martial artist and are the fundamental vitality of a pure martial artist. .

The man said hoarsely and vaguely: "Help me!"

The Qi practitioner who was proficient in the Five Elements Wood Technique frowned, and had no choice but to withdraw from the method of moving mountains and pulling out trees against the white-robed boy. He came to squat down next to the strong man, made a secret with his hands and fingers, his face flushed, and with ten fingers Suddenly, dots of light floated out from under the ground, lingering on the fingertips, and then were suddenly shot into the strong man's vest by the Qi practitioner.

The strong man's body lying in the mud bounced, his face turned rosy instantly, and the crisp sound of soybeans bursting from all the joints in his body, like a dead tree blooming in spring, the burly man turned his back, stood like a carp, holding two whips. When I got up, I was in high spirits and no longer depressed.

The Qi practitioner who came to the rescue said solemnly: "Write it down in the account."

The man gritted his teeth and looked at the young man in white robe who had made an astonishing move. He nodded and said, "If we take down these two fat sheep, everything will be easy to talk about!"

That night at the Fuji Sect's Tianjie, that guy who was more juicy than a girl was spending so much money that he would put even the wild cultivators in the Jindan realm to shame. It's not that a Jindan cultivator couldn't spend so much money. , but you must know that the things that the handsome young man bought were all money-burning gadgets such as suet beasts, spring dream spiders, and paper talismans. They were not offensive magic weapons to kill the enemy, nor important defensive weapons to save lives!

Tongyezhou monks, no matter whether they are orthodox immortal masters or mountain cultivators, who can speak poor Tongyezhou elegant words?

The two young men, who obviously came from another continent, only traveled through the mountains, forests and markets along the way, traveling thousands of miles north. They never once visited the Xianjia Mountains along the way, and no big monk ever took the initiative to visit them. This shows what? This means that the two young children, who were born into noble families and have a lot of money, must have been used to a comfortable life since childhood, but they didn't know that the rivers and lakes were deep and the mountains were windy!

If he doesn't take down these two extremely rich young men, will he be worthy of his years of hard work? In addition to looking for opportunities everywhere and licking blood from the edge of a knife, he also bowed his head and acted like a dog to the immortal masters on the mountain. After receiving the money, he helped them settle the dirty things that they didn't bother to do themselves. After carrying a bad reputation, he fled for his life and started over in another place. Again, this cycle repeats, when will it end?

From the strong man being beaten half to death by five punches in succession, to the qi practitioner using a secret method to steal the luck of the landscape and successfully treating the strong man, all of this was just a short effort of a few fingers.

Chen Ping'an was blocked by the sword energy controlled by the middle-aged swordsman, and was unable to kill the strong man with an iron whip in one go.

Controlling a sword with Qi is an incredible magical power among the immortals in the world.

In many ignorant places, mountains and rivers, poems and books, the so-called flying swords flying thousands of miles to take heads does not actually mean swordsmen, but swordsmen who often stand out in front of the world. Compared with the swordsmen on the mountains and the swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, they are half a bucket of water. A swordsman who can't do anything high or low, he especially likes to gain fame and reputation.

A swordsman uses a sword to kill an enemy, and the weapon he uses often includes both sword energy and real swords. The former is more powerful because of its quantity, while the latter is more powerful.

Use light cavalry to plunder the formation to gain an advantage, and heavy cavalry to dig into the formation to achieve victory. The two cooperate with each other and are indispensable.

The swordsman confronting Chen Ping'an was obviously a master of this art. His sleeves were bulging, and bursts of cyan light appeared on the surface of the cuffs. The green sword energy that swept out of them was extremely sharp.

Fortunately, the swordsman can only control two rays of sword energy at a time.

Chen Ping'an dodged fairly easily and was far from being overwhelmed, but he was severely restrained.

Chen Ping'an did not use the method of killing a thousand enemies and damaging himself by eight hundred. After severely injuring the burly man, due to the constraints of the swordsman, even if the Qi practitioner who was proficient in the Five Elements Wood Technique rescued the strong man, he still symbolically stopped him. A blockage caused the swordsman to misjudge and a wisp of sword energy had been waiting near the strong man. As a result, Chen Pingan suddenly accelerated and rushed straight towards the swordsman, almost breaking into the swordsman by a foot.

The swordsman was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and had to use his real trump card.

The actual small sword did not fly out of the sleeves, but appeared quietly from the bun on the top of the head. It turned out that the jade hairpin was the "scabbard" used to cover the small sword.

It was a small handleless sword shaped like an emerald green willow leaf. It was extremely slender. It revolved around the swordsman, bringing up streams of tender green fireflies.

The Taoist from the Talisman Sect warned sternly: "Pindao's two Dry Well Talisman can only hold up twenty snaps of his fingers at most! Fight quickly and kill this little bastard quickly! Once his flying sword breaks through the cage, we will be waiting. Line up to wipe people’s necks!”

The old Taoist's face was withered and his fingers were thin. As he spoke, his hands slowly turned, probably controlling the two talismans holding the first and fifteenth lunar calendar. The old Taoist's voice trembled with anger, "In the secret report you gave me, this kid is not A martial swordsman? Now he is not only a swordsman, this kid actually has two flying swords, two! If I hadn't still had some wealth and saved up two treasure talismans that I originally planned to heirloom, we would have finished everything this time! The dividends calculated before will not be counted!"

The strong man looked embarrassed and strode towards Chen Ping'an. Without looking at the old man, he said in a low voice: "It's easy to change the dividend. I won't lose you."

The old Taoist snorted coldly.

My heart was in turmoil as I stared at the young man in white robe.

When did a sword cultivator have such a powerful physique?

And the handsome young man who is still standing on the tree is a damn swordsman with a flying sword. No wonder two people dare to walk sideways in a foreign country. Two swordsmen and three flying swords. They swaggered from Tongyezhou Yugui Sect to Tongye Sect. As long as they didn't provoke those immortal mansions themselves, how dare a few wild cultivators dare to provoke them in ordinary times?

They were a mixed group of people, and of course they couldn't get together originally, but they got together for profit. Although everyone's level of cultivation was not too high, they each had their own strengths. There were experts behind the scenes who gave advice along the way, so even if To strangle a golden elixir monk, as long as the other party doesn't notice it in advance, the whole group can fight with each other, and they will get a piece of heaven-shaking wealth.

For example, his attack this time was focused on the young suet beast.

Determined to win!

They actually overestimated the two young men, but they didn't expect them to be so difficult to deal with.

This time, a middle-aged swordsman let go of his hands and feet to hold on to the young man, and there was a Mufa practitioner who was uniquely blessed in the mountains and forests. They actually made ancient trees rise up from the ground, like old men staggering forward. He took out a vermilion pill and threw it into his mouth, and the skin on his face became hot and red.

He wants to ask God to come true again!

The branches of the big tree were like long whips, hitting Chen Pingan hard. During the avoidance process, Chen Pingan had to avoid one or two cunning green sword lights in time, and the danger was everywhere for a while.

Fortunately, Lu Tai soon heard from his heart, teaching Chen Pingan how to deal with those weird trees. After that, Chen Pingan accurately smashed a small string of hidden words attached to the big tree with every punch. Only when Chen Pingan successfully broke it After the word formula, there will be a scene of the silver light shattering, the big tree will collapse, and the green-leafed trees will instantly wither.

Lu Tai also reminded Chen Ping'an that the so-called twenty snaps of the Fulu sect's Taoist who imprisoned two flying swords may not be true. It was most likely thirty fingers, and the Fulu sect could even last longer.

Chen Ping'an had no expression on his face. He probably couldn't be distracted. After smashing all the strange trees, the strong man who had abandoned the iron whip had successfully summoned the gods. His eyes were snow-white, without any trace of humanity, like a god looking down indifferently. world.

But Lu Tai was a little surprised.

Because he noticed that Chen Ping'an didn't feel any ripples in his heart after hearing his reminder. It was obvious that he had already understood the old Taoist's calculations and was able to be so calm.

At such a young age, he is an old man.

Lu Tai rested one hand on the tree trunk. Compared with Chen Ping'an's fight with heroes from all walks of life, his side was very boring.

His flying sword "Needle Point" could no longer kill the old formation master, and the ghostly black smoke coming out of the clay pot could not kill him.

What's more, Lu Tai also casually took out a five-color silk rope and tied it on his arm. Although this thing is far different from the colorful belts used in women's attire, for ordinary Qi practitioners, it is already It is a pretty good magic weapon. The colorful rope wrapped around the arm is a life-sustaining core, which can increase the absorption of spiritual energy; a weapon can be invulnerable. Of course, not all weapons are invulnerable, otherwise it will look like a semi-immortal weapon instead of a semi-immortal weapon. It is a magic weapon; the evil rope, the thread of this rope is raised high like a psychic snake, which can blow away evil spirits; the sword thread can be flown out alone, somewhat similar to the flying sword controlled by a swordsman; Finally, there is a small and small demon-binding rope.

The magic weapon of Lutai is powerful because it is comprehensive and capable of both offense and defense.

But in the final analysis, as long as it is not a golden elixir Yuanying that is one or two realms higher than others, everyone is afraid of wasting time and being bitten to death by ants.

Fortunately, Chen Ping'an had restrained the enemy's main force today. Lu Tai, who had nothing to do, felt guilty for the first time. He was indeed careless this time. He didn't expect that the opponent was so bold and dared to ask so many people to surround and suppress them. , perseverance and perseverance are even more outstanding, and they have followed them thousands of miles away.

On the battlefield in the north, the evil monk was probably distressed by the dissipating black smoke, and shouted to the old Taoist: "Do you have any dry well talismans? If you have any, throw one out quickly. I owe it now. I will collect the money with him later." Give it back to you!”

The old Taoist jumped up and down in anger and cursed: "There is your father!"

The evil cultivator was furious, but at the moment he could only hold back, thinking that the days ahead would be long and he would have to argue with you, a stinky old man.

The old Taoist looked down upon the evil monk who could not tell the difference between humans and ghosts. He seemed to be afraid of the end of the twenty-finger effort, and quietly shook his sleeves, as if he was preparing for something.

The two talismans holding Feijian were trembling more and more.

Old Taoists have troubles to express.

At first, he spoke loudly, saying that he could only trap the flying sword for twenty snaps of his fingers. As Lu Tai had guessed, he deliberately deceived Chen Ping'an, hoping that he would mistakenly think that he could recall the flying sword and kill everyone in twenty snaps. But now the old Taoist mute eats Coptis chinensis and cannot tell the pain. It turns out that those two priceless talismans can only trap Feijian for about twenty snaps, instead of the expected forty snaps!

The talisman is called Dry Well Talisman.

Can defeat the natal flying sword.

Seven small nails made of lightning-strike wood, drawn in the shape of a big dipper, embedded in special talisman paper using secret techniques, and then scraped off one or two pieces of flying earth falling from the tail of the strong wind. It must be Buzhou wind, one of the eight winds, and the talisman pattern The sword is trapped in a well, and the talisman paper endorses the word "immovable". This is the main body, there are other "branches and leaves" of the talisman, and there are many links.

It is a top-grade secret talisman from the side sect of Tongyezhou Talisman Sect. Although it is not as good as the so-called "Sword Scabbard Talisman" and "Sealing Mountain Talisman" in Lutai, it should not be underestimated. It is the best weapon for a middle five level Qi practitioner to deal with a sword cultivator. The life-saving talisman is worth thousands of gold.

Developing a Dry Well Talisman with complicated materials is time-consuming and expensive.

Within a radius of ten feet, as long as this talisman is sacrificed and a flying sword is encountered, the sword cultivator's natal flying sword will be like a person standing in a well, unable to move.

The quality of the talisman depends on how long it can trap the flying sword.

If you want to open the restriction, you only need to open the secret and blow your sleeves, and the flying sword in the "well" can fly away freely.

Others spend ten years sharpening their swords, but an experienced Taoist spends ten years sharpening his talisman. You cannot cherish it too much.

The battle was raging on the two battlefields.

Deep in the forest, two people looked at this place from a distance.

Watching the fire from the other side.

One of the customers who was competing with Lu Tai for the mutton-fat beast at Fuji Zong's shop was short in stature, unattractive in appearance, and slightly proud of his face.

The other was a red-robed swordsman with a long sword on his waist. He was slender and had a majestic weapon. He stretched out his hand to press the hilt of his sword. He looked at the battlefield situation over there and smiled: "Everyone thought you were making a fuss out of a molehill before. Even I am no exception, and now it seems that thanks to your caution, you saved me a lot of trouble."

The man in red robe is a swordsman at the peak of the sixth level of martial arts.

In the rivers and lakes under the mountains of Tongyezhou, he is already regarded as a veritable master of swordsmanship. Although he is already in his seventies, he still has a handsome face. For decades, he has traveled through more than a dozen countries with his sword and rarely encountered an opponent.

Moreover, the long sword at the waist is an unparalleled sharp magic weapon of the immortal family, which makes this swordsman Wufu dare to claim that "under the golden elixir and the immortal, one sword can hurt the enemy. Under the dragon gate, one sword can kill", and on the mountain Yamashita rarely doubted it.

Famous and unparalleled, many women admired this swordsman who did not seek immortality. There were even rumors that the Queen Zhao of the Yunlu Kingdom had an affair with this man. As for the famous chivalrous fairy, There are countless people who admire this red-clothed swordsman.

The inconspicuous man smiled and said: "I, Mr. Ma, am cautious because of habit. I suffered too much when I was young, so I keep one thing in mind. To deal with these good-born immortal masters, we who are in the world have to fight like a lion." Rabbit, eat them all in one go, otherwise even if you win by chance, it will be a miserable victory with little gain.”

The swordsman in red smiled and said: "Ma Wanfa, I promised you before that I would help you hold the battle in case of accidents. The sword carried by the young man in white robes has been mine for a long time. Now that an accident has occurred, I really need to kill the enemy myself." ,So……"

The man nodded and said: "I can't give you the sword gourd, and you are not a swordsman, but the two little guys have at least one square-inch object on them. I want to take out the things inside and share the dividends. You can take the square-inch object, how?"

The swordsman in red squinted his eyes and smiled, "Excellent."

The man hesitated for a moment, "Although the overall situation has been decided, we still have to be careful. The young man in white robe is probably already stretched thin. I wonder if the guy who looks like a girl will still have some strength left. Otherwise, why don't you deal with this guy first? The remaining one , then I can’t jump.”

The red-clothed swordsman shook his head and said: "The one on the tree has a magic weapon on his arm to protect him, and there are flying swords scurrying around in the dark. It's hard for me to kill him silently, but I can kill the young man in white robe with one sword." Kill, when the time comes, without a companion, the little guy with thinner skin and tender flesh than a woman will definitely lose his mind. It doesn’t matter whether I will kill him or you will do it yourself."

The man thought for a while, nodded and agreed: "This is the best."

Then he smiled and said: "The old Taoist priest's two dry well talismans are about to be unable to bear it. When will you take action?"

"This is the time!"

The figure of the swordsman in red has disappeared, but there is still a lingering sound in the same place.

The branches under my feet had not moved at all.

It can be seen that this great master of the world is very agile and has high martial arts skills.

On the battlefield in the south, Chen Ping'an and the burly man who asked the gods to come to the rescue, because the latter had two people to help him, the two sides were fighting inextricably, and it seemed that the chaos would continue for a long time.

A flash of red rainbow fell from the sky, as fast as thunder, tearing open the battlefield in an instant, and the sword energy filled the world.

He unsheathed his sword and stabbed the white-robed boy in the heart.

A stab with a sword, no suspense.

The corners of the red swordsman's mouth curled up slightly, looking both interesting and boring at the same time.

Another so-called monastic genius was killed.

But the next moment, the swordsman in red was about to retreat violently, even planning to give up the fairy sword.

Because life is the most important.

Everyone present was dumbfounded. It was really the intrusion of this great master of swordsmanship. His momentum was so great that no one dared to add anything to the matter. They all stopped to avoid being killed by the great master with one sword after killing the boy. Then he stabbed them to death lightly, and finally called it manslaughter.

When the time comes, one less person will get a piece of the pie, which means that the rest of the people will get a little more dividends. Who among the living guys would not be happy?

But the next scene is something that people will never forget.

He had always been a handsome young man dressed in white, but after being stabbed in the center by a swordsman in red.

The snow-white robe was centered around the tip of the sword and the heart, and dazzling ripples rippled out, revealing the true appearance of the robe.

A golden robe!

It was as if there were dragons disappearing in the golden sea of ​​clouds.

Chen Ping'an no longer deliberately suppresses the power of this robe, a relic of an overseas immortal, and no longer deliberately exposes its flaws many times, asking for injuries and letting himself see the blood dripping from his eyes.

So the sword hit the golden robe, but failed to penetrate the robe at all.

Lu Tai did not speak.

But Chen Pingan has been waiting for this moment.

Waiting for the master hiding behind the scenes to make the final decision.

If you don't come, Chen Ping'an will not lose anything.

Here we go, Chen Ping'an makes a lot of money.

Along the way, from the first time he left Lizhu Cave Heaven to go to Great Sui Academy, to the second time he left his hometown and went to Daoxuan Mountain.

Chen Ping'an's constant caution and pursuit of "no mistakes" day after day finally paid off.

In the blink of an eye.

As soon as the red-clothed swordsman let go of the hilt of his sword, the young man, who was striding forward without caring about the tip of the sword, reached out and pulled out the long sword from behind.

A sword cut off the head.

Even Lu Tai was dumbfounded, then he looked around and smiled brightly at those guys who were heartbroken, "You guys, sending someone's head thousands of miles away, it's really a small amount of courtesy but a big amount of affection."

Chen Pingan put "Chang Qi" back into the scabbard, took a few steps forward, gently held the long sword with his other hand, and stood still.

Hold the sword upside down.

There is a little bit of romance.