Sword of Coming

It was still noisy inside and outside the restaurant.

The Sui Dynasty had always been rich, and the people were willing and daring to spend money. After all, the Gao family of Geyang, who sat on the dragon throne, had created an extremely stable and peaceful age during these hundreds of years.

Over at the window on the second floor, Mao Xiaodong looked out the window and reminded Chen Pingan behind him: "Remember to protect yourself, don't worry about me."

A nine-level golden elixir sword cultivator, a Longmen level military monk, a Longmen level formation master, a Far Traveling level martial artist, and a Golden Body level martial artist.

Five assassins.

No matter their identity or position, they all gathered together and hid within a thousand feet of this restaurant.

This kind of battle, let alone chasing and killing a Nascent Soul Immortal other than a sword cultivator, I am afraid that even a Jade Pu Realm cultivator can be killed.

Chen Ping'an recalled the scene in Caiyi Guocheng's God's Pavilion where the girl with bells tied to her wrists and ankles met by chance. As the daughter of a county guard, although her cultivation was not high, she always helped every time. It was just right, making Chen Pingan have a good impression of her.

After that, he traveled to two continents and an upside-down mountain. It was always Chen Pingan who either fought against strong men alone, or accompanied by four people in the picture scroll. It was Chen Pingan who made the final decision. This time in the Sui capital, Chen Pingan only had to stand behind Mao Xiaodong. This situation was a bit strange to Chen Pingan. However, deep down in my heart, I still feel a little regretful. After all, instead of returning to the blessed land of lotus flowers where "there is a god above me who suppresses people with the way of heaven", Chen Ping'an's current cultivation level is still too low.

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "When you reach my age, if you are still a useless Nascent Soul cultivator, I will scold you to death for you."

Chen Pingan was helpless, patted the sword gourd on his waist, and told Feijian Chuyi and Fifteen from his heart to be ready for the assassin to appear at any time.

In the two large sleeves of the golden robe, there is a shrinking talisman twisted on the fingertips of the right hand to prevent sneak attacks, and on the left hand is the true body talisman of the Day and Night Wandering God to defend against powerful enemies.

Mao Xiaodong felt relieved.

Junior brother, the long journey to the world was not in vain.

Mao Xiaodong suddenly raised his voice on Chen Ping'an's heart and asked, "Have you ever had the experience of walking on the river of time before? It was even more uncomfortable than the previous experience of the suppression of awe-inspiring righteousness in the Confucian Temple."

Chen Ping'an replied based on the martial arts path that gathers sounds into a line: "I walked it twice. The first time I didn't practice martial arts, and I walked through it in the small town of Lizhu Dongtian. The second time was in Ouhua Blessed Land, and I was watched by Taoist temples. The old temple owner pulled me, and I have probably seen the passage of time for at least two hundred years, and the order was often reversed and intertwined back and forth. Therefore, even though I was already a fifth-level martial artist at that time, I still felt it was extremely difficult, much more difficult than when I was in Luopo Mountain If you feed people with fists, the taste will be exactly the same."

Mao Xiaodong asked with a smile: "You and I were chatting about our travels in the study earlier. Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you don't talk about such a feat worth showing off to others, it would be like suffering in vain. Even for a Nascent Soul monk like me, Before I became the head of the Cliff Academy, I had never experienced the scenery of the long river of time. That is a picture that only Jade Purity monks can have access to."

Chen Ping'an suddenly had an idea and revealed the secret, "Master Mao Shan really has the magical power to move mountains, so he temporarily turned this place into a small academy?!"

Mao Xiaodong nodded and said: "Yes, in the past few years, I have used the protection of the little treasure vase to travel around the capital of the Sui Dynasty, concealing the truth, and accomplished this secret matter. Carrying the cultural incense of an academy on my shoulders, I can guard against others. The heart is indispensable.”

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's understandable."

Mao Xiaodong laughed angrily and said, "You haven't even called me Senior Brother Mao. I want you to understand?"

Chen Pingan admitted that he was in the wrong and stopped talking.

Mao Xiaodong put one hand behind his back, raised his arm with the other, and used his fingers as a pen. In an instant, he wrote the four words "Shan Ya Academy". With each stroke, golden light flowed out from his fingers and did not disperse.

After finishing writing, Mao Xiaodong shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "Everywhere in the world!"

The four golden words flashed in all directions.

Mao Xiaodong turned around and said, "Just sit and drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Xiaodong had disappeared.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, and the familiar feeling engraved in his heart came like a surging river. Chen Pingan felt like a person who was not good at swimming, and was instantly under the water.

Heaven and earth are silent.

There was no more movement or sound in the restaurant.

The Dragon Gate realm master was secretly "arranging troops and formations". When his spiritual energy suddenly stagnated and became sluggish, he suddenly raised his head and saw the pedestrians on the road motionless, and the birds in the sky just hovering in the corner of his eye.

The formation master didn't care that he would be discovered by Mao Xiaodong from the Cliff Academy. He immediately stopped covering his Qi and poured out the force. He held a golden talisman between his fingers and was about to make a move.

He put a hand on the man's shoulder and said with a smile: "Your formation is derived from the lineage of Longmen Formation taught by Jun Ning Quanzhen of the Middle Earth Dao, right?"

The formation master was stunned.

Unable to break free from the big hand on the shoulder of the man behind him, the man's face turned red, hoping that one of the other four people could rescue him in time and help him get out of trouble.

A formation master needs to use the power of heaven and earth drawn by the formation he sets up to polish and temper his own body. Compared with sword cultivators, military strategists and pure martial artists, there is a huge gap.

Fortunately, the formation master did not completely despair.

A bright sword light started from the northeast, like a white line, flying quickly. The tip of the sword pointed at the center of Mao Xiaodong's eyebrows behind the formation master.

This sword light is in the small world, and its trajectory is not completely straight. The tip of the sword trembles subtly, and the blade of the natal flying sword fluctuates.

With a squeaking sound, wherever the flying sword touched, a series of lightning and flints were splashed by friction, which was extremely eye-catching.

This is the sharp flying sword that conflicts with this small world.

Mao Xiaodong did not dodge, and there was no sign of summoning the abundant spiritual energy of a Nascent Soul.

The flying sword that was less than ten feet away from the tall old man and the formation master suddenly caused a circle of ripples, like a stone thrown into a lake, crashing into the water and disappearing.

At the same time, the formation master's seven orifices were bleeding, and his whole body was shaking involuntarily. This movement collided with the omnipresent time flow of the small world, and the blood flow became more and more unstoppable. What was even more terrifying was that the qi in the body was in chaos. All the key qi palaces that support the life-saving things, the heart and the doors of the palaces are like being nailed by thousands of needles. The array master tried his best to move the two fingers with the life-saving talisman twisted around them. The fingers can be moved, but the body is thick. Like the aura of mercury, it freezes and cannot move at all.

Mao Xiaodong held the man's neck and threw him somewhere behind him.

The natal flying sword cultivated by the golden elixir sword stirred up a whirlpool of water behind Mao Xiaodong, stabbing out quickly like an evil guest breaking in through the door.

But it's already too late.

The formation master, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, happened to block the flying sword's route.

The Nine Realm Sword Cultivator in the distance didn't have any intention of stopping the flying sword, and directly pierced the formation master's body, controlled the flying sword with his mind, and continued to assassinate Mao Xiaodong!

The formation master was killed on the spot and died with his eyes open.

Didn't it mean that Mao Xiaodong was just a Nascent Soul cultivator after leaving Donghua Mountain?

On the road of spiritual practice, there are hundreds of disciples from the three sects, who make elixirs and medicines, take food to maintain health, ask gods and ghosts to guide them, look at Qi for guidance, and refine inner elixirs. However, once they cross the big threshold, they become the fifth form The realm has become a fairy in the eyes of ordinary masters, and it is indeed infinitely beautiful.

But it is not without reason that people who practice Taoism cut off the world of mortals on the mountain and ignore the rights and wrongs of the world.

Because there are also Qi practitioners at the foot of the mountain who do not believe in evil.

There is also a Confucian academy.

Mao Xiaodong took a step forward and appeared dozens of feet away. After turning around, he caught the flying sword that was following him with his two fingers.

Although this feat of easily anchoring a flying sword with two fingers is shocking to the world, the news of it is enough to scare the earthly immortals of a continent.

But while Mao Xiaodong was killing his sword power.

The small world where Mao Xiaodong was sitting was actually shaking slightly unnoticeably.

The far-traveling martial artist was in someone else's world and could no longer control the wind and travel far away, but he still ran as fast as thunder. In the end, he directly smashed through two walls, passed through the entire store, and punched Mao Xiaodong. Come.

Several people in the shop were directly smashed into pieces by him, and the shattered pieces finally slowly hovered in the air inside the shop.

This person's punch gathered all the pure Qi in that mouthful, and without even the slightest bit of energy, he was actually willing to trade his life for his life.

Mao Xiaodong mobilized the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create a stone tablet with gently swaying golden inscriptions, and an archway that also appeared out of thin air. They were both turned into powder by the punch of Yuanyoujing martial artist.

The old man, an eighth-level martial artist, charged forward with great strides, unstoppable.

In addition, the Golden Body Realm martial artist jumped up to the roof and came all the way like a dragonfly. He was not as fast as the Yuanyuan Realm old man. He was covered in golden body aura and collided with the time flow of the small world. The Golden Body Realm martial artist seemed to be on fire. A large ball of flame finally jumped down and hit Mao Xiaodong who was standing on the street.

Mao Xiaodong, whose fingers were cut with tiny wounds, threw the flying sword imprisoned at his fingertips towards the Golden Body Realm warrior.

Mao Xiaodong stretched out his palm to block the punch of the Yuanyuan realm martial arts master.

Mao Xiaodong's big sleeves bulged violently, and his beard and beard were fluttering.

Most of the Golden Body realm warriors were close friends with the Golden Core Sword Cultivator. Regardless of the flying sword pointed directly at his heart, he still killed Mao Xiaodong.

Sure enough, the sword Xiu Xinhu moved slightly, and with all his strength, the sword tip was slightly deflected, and it only penetrated the warrior's shoulder.

Mao Xiaodong was punched in the back by the Seventh Realm Warrior, who was supposed to be the weakest person.

The small world then shook.

The Yuanyoujing martial artist, whose fist was blocked but whose punches and energy were still heroic, took this opportunity to punch smoothly like a drum.

Like a flash of light, Mao Xiaodong retreated step by step. The muscles of the Yuanyuan Bing old man's arms were knotted, blood oozed out, and his clothes were soaked, but each punch became more powerful and brave than the last.

The Golden Body Realm martial artist on the side did not take advantage of the situation and follow the Far Traveling Realm Grandmaster to fight closely with Mao Xiaodong, but tried his best to keep up with the two of them.

It's not that he doesn't want to hit Mao Xiaodong hard in one go, but he knows the pros and cons.

Chen Ping'an did not stand still, but rushed out of the window and climbed onto the roof of the restaurant with a wide view.

He also did not interfere in this battle.

The Yuanyoujing old man's last punch sent Mao Xiaodong flying ten feet away.

The old man immediately stopped and swept back to get a breath of fresh air.

The Golden Body Realm martial artist immediately moved a few steps sideways, blocking the Yuanyou Realm body, and stood on the line between the latter and Mao Xiaodong.

This is still not safe enough.

The Nine Realm Sword Cultivator takes advantage of every opportunity.

The flying sword flew away.

Straight into Mao Xiaodong.

The speed was so fast that it actually exceeded the first appearance of this natal flying sword.

Not only was Mao Xiaodong's Qi machine unstable and the rules of heaven and earth were not strict enough, but also the old Jindan sword cultivator, in this short period of time, started to find some gaps and shortcuts with just a few flying sword movements. The sage sits in the small world, and is known as the sky net. However, no matter how fine the mesh of a fishing net is, and the fishing net is always running erratically, there will still be loopholes that can be exploited.

To be able to become the most powerful sword cultivator in the world, and to become a golden elixir earthly immortal, no one is easy to compare with.

Mao Xiaodong reached out and grasped the ruler at his waist, and immediately stabilized his figure.

The snow-white beard was already stained with bits of blood.

Facing the slender flying sword that was like a tarsal maggot, Mao Xiaodong did not hold it down with two fingers this time.

The big sleeves are rolled up and the flying sword is directly inserted into the sleeves.

Then I saw strands of sword energy blooming from the big sleeves, the cuffs turned, and at the same time there were bursts of tearing sounds of silk.

The far-traveling martial artist had already finished breathing. When he kicked the ground, a spider web-like trace appeared on the street. This martial arts master used the power of wind and thunder to once again take advantage of the opportunity created by his allies to fight Mao Xiaodong at close range. The mountain master of the Academy, who unexpectedly "emerged" into the Jade Pu Realm, distanced themselves and used up their chances to kill them.

Being stared at by a distant travel realm master.

The Qi sea of ​​ordinary earthly immortal monks will be pulled by it, and there is no room for distraction.

A burly man wearing silver-white armor successively used two extremely rare high-grade rank square-inch talismans and a green coir raincoat talisman that concealed his body shape and energy. It actually allowed him to seize an area where the flow of time was weakest, making him Falling from the sky, he intertwined the fingers of his hands and formed a punch, hitting Mao Xiaodong's head.

At the critical moment.

The flying sword shrouded in Mao Xiaodong's sleeve was about to break open and jump out.

The Grandmaster of the Far Traveling Realm is about to kill him with one punch.

But the truly most dangerous killing move was that of the Dragon Gate Realm military monk who covered his body with armor pills.

Except for the formation master who was almost useless, the other four assassins cooperated flawlessly.

It is hard to imagine that among the four people, only the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator and the Golden Body Realm martial artist are long-time acquaintances.

The ruler hanging on Mao Xiaodong's waist fell off on its own.

Like a slap on the cheek of the military monk, the whole person flew out and hit the ridge of a distant roof, shattering a large piece of tiles.

Mao Xiaodong rubbed the ground with his toes, raised his sleeves, stretched out his hand and pointed at the sword cultivator farthest away from him, "I'll give it back to you."

In an instant, the world turned upside down and twisted.

Like a piece of rice paper that has been twisted randomly by a naughty boy but never crumpled into a ball, it is indescribably grotesque and absurd.

The Far-Traveling Warrior watched helplessly as he passed by Mao Xiaodong.

Moreover, Mao Xiaodong turned into an "inverted" posture.

It's obviously very close.

But it's far away.

The layer of paper that appeared was densely packed with golden words, each as big as a fist, which were classic articles written by Confucian sages to educate the common people.

He turned around and roared: "Be careful!"

Mao Xiaodong seemed to be walking slowly, but after the figure of Mao Xiaodong disappeared in the east, he appeared in the west, and then turned to the north. However, no matter the direction, Mao Xiaodong was always closing the distance between him and the Golden Body Realm martial artist.

The golden body martial artist didn't even know where he should hide.

Just like that, the tall old man who appeared in front of him inexplicably slapped his whole head off.

And the military monk in the Longmen Realm kept having the ruler hit his armor like raindrops.

The small world returned to normal order.

Mao Xiaodong held the headless body's shoulders with one hand to prevent it from falling to the ground. He looked at the old swordsman from the Nine Realms with red eyes in the distance and asked, "Aren't you going to avenge your friend?"

Mao Xiaodong suddenly flicked his wrist, and the body flew out and hit the wall of a shop, turning into a big pile of flesh.

Both the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator and the Far Traveling Realm martial artist saw countless smaller golden words pouring into the tall old man's Qi Mansion from all directions in the world.

Both of them looked tragic and had a desolate feeling in their hearts.

How to fight this?

The two looked at each other.

They all saw determination in each other's eyes.

Mao Xiaodong looked around. From the beginning to the present, there were no clues, so there should be no Jade Pu Realm monks hiding among them.

In other words, these five assassins who are determined to die have no backup plan.

Mao Xiaodong lifted up the torn sleeve, looked at it, raised his head and said: "You sword cultivators, earth immortals, and martial arts masters, haven't you all been calling the academy monks, are you all embroidered pillows who can only talk? ?”

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said, "Yes, you are indeed right."

The hearts of the sword cultivator and the old man from Yuanyuan Realm tightened.

Mao Xiaodong strolled around the courtyard, like a scholar meditating in his study.

In the border area of ​​​​this small world, flying swords like swordsman's natal objects flew up.

Although the rank of the flying sword is not high, it is roughly equivalent to the natal flying sword of sword cultivators in the Guanhai Realm and Longmen Realm.

But with such a large number, who dares to take it lightly?

Not only that, but there were also Confucian scholars in green shirts with different ages appearing on the ridges of various places, holding books or swords.

The same level of cultivation is not high.

Just like winning by quantity.

Groups of burly soldiers wearing iron armor poured out of the streets and alleys.

Those flying swords of different shapes and sizes rushed towards the Jindan sword cultivator.

The Confucian scholars on the roof and the armored warriors on the ground rushed towards the Far Traveling Realm warriors.

Mao Xiaodong came to the military monk who was tired of dealing with the ruler, but did not get close and said: "You are the real dead warrior, you use the military armor pill as a cover, and you carry the golden elixir of the earthly immortal monk. , as long as you get close to me, you will die with me. Even if you can't kill me, I will lose half my life for you and leave it to the other assassins, which is enough to keep me, Mao Xiaodong, here."

The military master Longmen Realm monk had firm eyes and turned a deaf ear to Mao Xiaodong's words. He only blocked the ruler with one punch to prevent the Jiawan from being knocked to pieces by it.

Mao Xiaodong stretched out his hand and pointed at the monk.

On the ground around the monks, strings of golden characters rose up, like the pillars of a house rising from the ground.

Eventually a cage was formed.

The military monk smiled miserably, with a ferocious expression on his face. Countless golden rays of light bloomed from his body and Qi Palace, and his whole body shattered into pieces.

Even if he couldn't kill Mao Xiaodong, he still had to destroy the ruler, which must be a key life object.

It was just the suicide of a Longmen realm military monk, plus the explosion of a golden elixir, which completely destroyed the golden cage of the sage's words.

The ruler was safe and sound, except for the words engraved on it, which were somewhat dim in spirit.

It gently floated back to Mao Xiaodong's hand.

Mao Xiaodong hangs on his waist.

Although the Nine Realm Sword Cultivators are surrounded by dangers, their lives are not in danger.

The old man from the Far Traveling Realm slaughtered all the Confucian scholars and soldiers within three feet of him. All the Confucian scholars and soldiers within three feet were shattered, and he mixed them with powerful aura. The puppets contained spiritual energy, and they were beaten into a turbid state that Mao Xiaodong could not control for the time being. Qi.

Mao Xiaodong remained expressionless, letting the last two assassins slowly consume their spiritual energy and true energy.

The spiritual energy in the small world will eventually have its limit.

This is directly related to the stability and duration of this "Cliff Academy".

Therefore, the current world has unconsciously shrunk to a radius of four hundred feet.

If it were in Donghua Mountain, where the real cliff academy is located, and Mao Xiaodong had taken the same action, I'm afraid it would still be able to maintain the eight hundred feet of heaven and earth.

This skill was not the Confucian academy's orthodox mountain-moving secret technique, allowing Mao Xiaodong to step into the Jade Pu realm. The flaw was that the cliff academy was incomplete in form and spirit, and basically stayed in Donghua Mountain.

But it's not a big problem.

As long as no outsiders interfere, the two remaining assassins will still have to leave their lives here.

Taking a step back, even if Mao Xiaodong withdrew Xiaotiandi's magical power at this moment, he would temporarily return Donghua Mountain to Yuanying Liang who was guarding the gate of the academy.

It's a little difficult to kill the enemy, but not so difficult to protect yourself.

But if that happens, it's not a happy thing.

Mao Xiaodong frowned.

A flying sword, like a golden ear of wheat, suddenly broke into this small world.

After suddenly hovering in the sky, the tip of the sword was raised and lowered again, and it pointed in one direction.

Without saying a word, Mao Xiaodong withdrew his magical power and returned to the realm of Nascent Soul cultivation.

Chen Ping'an, who had been standing on the rooftop watching the battle, didn't even need Mao Xiaodong's heartfelt notification.

A shot of the sword gourd was taken out on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.

A square-inch talisman in Chen Ping'an's sleeve burned with a bang. He did not choose to target the Yuanyuan Realm old man, but shrank to the ground and went straight to the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator, who had instant killing power and was even more terrifying.

If anyone were watching, they would definitely feel that Chen Pingan had chosen the wrong opponent.

At the same time, two one-foot-tall "divine true bodies" of the Day Traveling God and the Night Traveling God descended from the sky more majesticly than the previous military monks. Before Chen Pingan could take action, they took the lead in hitting the great master of martial arts.

The god of sun travel wears golden armor, his whole body is shining with light, and he holds an ax in both hands.

The Night Traveler God was wearing a pair of pitch black armor and holding a large halberd.

Mao Xiaodong smiled knowingly.

He also slapped the ruler and then rushed towards the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator.

The Yuanyuan realm warrior who was determined to die here was not afraid of fighting in the small world created by Mao Xiaodong.

When Mao Xiaodong hurriedly withdraws his magical power for some unknown reason, it stands to reason that as long as he cooperates sincerely with the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, he might have some chance of winning.

But just when the situation improved and it was no longer a certain death situation, after a moment of hesitation, the Far Traveling Realm warrior stood up and fled away.

The sword cultivator was slightly surprised at first, and then ran away without saying a word.

Mao Xiaodong said: "Since we don't have the upper hand, we should not pursue the enemy."

He just found that Chen Pingan had stopped a long time ago and had no intention of catching up. However, he did not immediately put away the two day and night wandering gods and let the fairy money slip away from the money bag.

Mao Xiaodong came to Chen Ping'an, "I will take you back to the academy after I take a short rest."

Chen Pingan nodded, still looking in all directions and listening in all directions. Even the hand that went around his shoulder to hold the hilt of the sword behind him did not loosen its fingers.

Let your palms burn and your flesh and blood become blurred.

He has grown up in the world at a young age.

That Nine Realm Sword Cultivator had a close friend who died here, and his murderous intention became even more serious.

Therefore, Chen Pingan immediately chose this person as the target of the fight.

For an old martial artist in the Far Traveling Realm, no one can predict that he will retreat when there is a way out. But at least compared to the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, this person is more likely to leave his allies and leave the dangerous area and retreat on his own. .

Mao Xiaodong withdrew from Xiaotiandi in an instant.

Chen Ping'an made this decision in just a moment.

Therefore.

This move would make a far-traveling martial artist fearful and suspicious. For example, why did the opponent choose a more dangerous sword cultivator to attack? Was he planning to truly close the net? Or are there traps waiting for them?

Chen Pingan released the hand holding the sword, and at the same time took back the true body talisman of the two gods that exuded rare power.

After the world was restored, frightened screams could be heard all around.

Chen Ping'an glanced not far away and saw the head of the golden body martial artist rolling to the ground.

Three died and two escaped.

Life and death, everyone has their own reasons.

"Ready to go."

Mao Xiaodong put his hand on Chen Pingan's shoulder and said only one sentence: "There are some other people's stories. You don't need to know them. Why do you know them?"