Sword comes

Outside the ancestral hall of the Huan family, the people who managed to kill a bloody path, the slovenly old man cast a spell with the secret technique taught by the old castle master, using the double bowls containing the blood of the Huan family's heirs, the old man waited for a while, and then slumped to the ground , lost his soul, murmured: "Why is this, it shouldn't be like this"

The faces of the Huan brothers and sisters who were soaked in blood were pale, and the lips of the young Taoist priest trembled, "Those monsters and ghosts, I don't know what kind of insidious method they used, they have already exhausted the aura contained in the two stone lions."

Tao Xieyang sat on the ground with his buttocks, and touched the ground with his knife.

The old Taoist turned his head to look at the sea of ​​clouds beyond the school's martial arts field. The mountain was sinking, and the fists met the enemy, and there were sword lights above the sea of ​​clouds.

With a glimmer of hope, the old man struggled to stand up, and said to the four young men, "You four, leave Flying Eagle Fort quickly, you escorted me here earlier, now it's my turn to escort you children, You should leave a bit of blood for the Feiyingbao Huan family, don't hesitate, leave this place as soon as possible, go as far as possible, don't think about revenge in the future."

Tao Xieyang didn't show any signs of getting up at all, looked up at the woman from the Huan family whom she had admired for many years, and said hoarsely: "Huan Shu, you and Huan Chang can go together, I want to stay here, I'm really tired after traveling all these years, I won't be leaving today."

The young Taoist was about to speak, but Tao Xieyang shook his head and said, "Huang Shang, don't persuade me, I've made up my mind."

The old Taoist sighed, and led his disciples and brothers and sisters of the Huan family to kill the nearby north gate of Feiying Castle.

Tao Xieyang sat cross-legged, facing the gate of the ancestral hall, and began to wipe the long knife with his cuff.

Huang Shang followed the master and the others to run, his vision was hazy, and he never dared to look back at the young warrior.

Huan Shu suddenly turned her head and looked at the desolate back of the familiar man. She couldn't bear it, and the thousands of words in her heart disappeared when they reached her mouth.

Between life and death, the most true temperament.

The young woman was dragged away by her brother and did not stay any longer.

Tao Xieyang lowered his head, stared at the part of the face reflected by Xueliang's blade, and twitched the corners of his mouth, he still didn't like it.

When the ghost baby was pierced to death by a bamboo fan from Lutai, the wailing came out from the hall of the main building. On the black sea of ​​clouds outside the building, regardless of the two flying swords still flying wantonly, the old man with the high crown appeared again , his face was extremely ugly, his whole body was so angry that even the crown of the Five Sacred Mountains began to tremble, and the sea of ​​clouds that had almost covered the ridge of the roof was tumbling like boiling water.

The old man yelled at the main building, "Waste, what's the use of you?"

The old man Gao Guan stretched out a hand and clenched it tightly.

In the lobby, the man who struggled to deal with the two flying swords was controlled by the old man with the secret method of his master early in his learning. At this moment, his heart exploded without warning, and his soul was instantly scattered, his flesh and blood were separated. All the fresh blood was stripped cleanly and turned into a large group of scarlet blood cells, which rushed outward regardless of the cost. A Sea of ​​​​Qi in the sea-watching realm burst, and the talisman array that was occupied by Lu Taijiu's magpie's nest was already destroyed. , was blown to pieces, crumbling, and waited until the blood gushed out, like a tired bird returning to its nest, trying to fly towards the old man Yunhai outside the building.

Lu Tai frowned, and retracted the needle-pointed wheat awns, so as not to be contaminated by those filthy blood. At that time, it would not be so easy to waste heaven and earth treasures. He no longer poured spiritual energy into the talisman array, so the blood stretched out like a stream. The slender river channel spread from the lobby to the tall crowned old man above the sea of ​​clouds, pouring into the palm of the old man.

The old man had a full meal like a hungry man, his eyes were bloodshot, and he waved his sleeves with both hands. Two bright red auras surged out from the sleeves. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, and the two flying swords were scattered in the sea of ​​clouds.

The old man Gao Guan had a ferocious face, looked down at the central mountain that had not yet touched the ground, and said angrily: "When you were dying, you were still thinking about the birth of a ghost baby, and your appetite was poor, so you were pressed under the mountain's millstone to squeeze out your blood little by little. , since the old man is now causing the old man to stop everything, the old man doesn’t have to be so particular about dying.”

Lu Tai had already arrived at the viewing platform of the main building of Flying Eagle Fort, and he drove two flying swords towards the old man Yunhai, and laughed heartily: "Old thief, I have been waiting for this day at Taiping Mountain for a long time."

The old man's face froze, and then he laughed maniacally: "Even if the old man dies here today, I want you two talented monks from Taiping Mountain to be buried with him."

The old man kept waving his sleeves with one hand, trying his best to block the assassination of the four flying swords of Chu 15 and the needle-pointed wheat awn. He clenched his fist with one hand and slammed down fiercely.

Lu Tai's eyes changed slightly, and he said "go" silently. A colorful ribbon flashed away from the upper balcony, and together with the demon-binding rope that wrapped around the mountain peak like a golden dragon, they were lifted up together. This middle mountain cannot be allowed to merge with the other four mountains that are rooted in the earth. When the five mountains form an formation, Chen Pingan, let alone a warrior of the four realms, or a physique of the six realms, will probably be crushed into a puddle of flesh.

Lu Tai shouted angrily, "Rise up for me!"

The mountain peak began to pull up a few feet.

"Who can't do it hard?" The old man Gao Guan deserved to be known as a fierce mountain casual cultivator. He laughed wantonly and stood up. After putting away the futon, his lower body immediately began to rot like dead wood, and ashes continued to scatter. No matter what, he came to the Zhongyue in a flash, and after his feet touched the peak, he pressed down suddenly, making the mountain bound by the colorful belt and the golden demon-binding rope successfully press down to the end

When the Zhongyue fell to the ground, the entire Flying Eagle Fortress began to tremble, and cracks began to appear in the mountains outside the castle.

The golden demon-binding rope slumped down the mountain to the ground. The old man Gao Guan laughed, stretched out his hand and held the demon-binding rope in the palm of his hand.

After the Five Sacred Mountains gathered together, the formation was completed, and on the balcony, Lu Tai spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered forward for a few steps, finally held on to the railing, moved his fingers slightly, and said with difficulty: "Come back!"

The five-coloured belt that originally bound Zhongyue also lost its brilliance, and began to return to its original shape, and then swept towards the main building. There is also this ribbon, which is undoubtedly a magic weapon at a glance, and it is in my pocket. There is no unparalleled road. Although I still suffered a big loss this time, it is not a loss of money.

The old man sat cross-legged again, and the futon emerged out of thin air. After this battle, the aura of the five-sacred crown on his head was already thin.

On the other side of the sea of ​​clouds above the head, only the two flying swords of the sword cultivator in the main building, one big and one small, are still struggling. The old man Gao Guan had actually been secretly observing the two pocket flying swords before, and they were successfully crushed to death in Zhongyue. After the young man in the golden robe, the flying sword fell to the ground and landed in two alleys in the distance. It was probably destroyed just then, which is a pity.

The old man felt a little pleased with his revenge today. Firstly, he couldn’t support the Five Sacred Formation Formation, and secondly, he had to quickly peel off the golden robe from the young man’s corpse, and then leave Flying Eagle Castle as soon as possible, so as not to be punished by the Fushi sect. Or the old Wang Ba of Taiping Mountain intercepted and killed him, otherwise he would become a lost dog again like he did back then.

At this point, there is still no Jindan or Yuanying Patriarch in Taiping Mountain. It seems that the two cubs, one dead and one injured, are too big to give themselves a chance to leave safely. He is the most outstanding direct disciple of Taiping Mountain, maybe he is the proud apprentice of the mountain lord, so he has the courage to make such a magic weapon and swagger through the market.

If I hadn't formed an endless quarrel with Taiping Mountain long ago, I'm afraid I would have avoided it long ago.

The old man Gao Guan silently recited the mantra of "Collecting the Mountains", and the five peaks rose from the ground in an instant, and their size became smaller and smaller, and finally returned to the crown of the five mountains.

While waving his sleeves, the old man controls the sea of ​​clouds, blocking Lu Tai's two flying swords.

While sitting cross-legged on the futon, he smiled and descended towards the school martial arts field.

There was a pool of bright gold on the ground, like a piece of golden clothes accidentally dropped from a bamboo pole, spread on the ground casually.

Obviously a magic weapon is within reach, but the face of the old man Gao Guan changed drastically. He clapped his hands in the air, and his whole body and futon suddenly lifted into the air. Crazy flocks to the old man.

The golden touch on the school martial arts field, jumped up from the big pit just big enough for one person to lie flat, and shouted loudly: "Lu Tai, lend me the tip of the needle!"

Lu Tai was not surprised at all, and with a slight movement of his mind, a huge flying sword needle appeared at Chen Pingan's feet.

From the "fall" in the 15th day of junior high school, Lu Tai actually found clues. Chen Pingan said that they are the flying swords of his natal life, but they are not Chen Pingan's natal thing.Therefore, if Chen Pingan really died, he would only fight the enemy more desperately in the 15th day of the first day. Only when Chen Pingan faked his death would he deliberately let the two flying swords act.

Afterwards, the demon-binding rope also "playing dead", Lu Tai endured so much pain that he didn't laugh out loud.

Following the gourd painting, the consonant Lu Tai also deliberately lost control of the colorful belt, allowing the old man Gao Guan to take it away.

The old man castrated very quickly, but the 15th day of the lunar new year who had hidden nearby early, came even faster.

One left and one right, they pierced the futon in an instant, making the speed of the old man with the crown slightly stagnated.

Another flying sword Maimang from Lutai blocked it at high altitude.

The most important thing is that Lu Tai's multicolored belt and Chen Ping's golden demon-binding rope came back to life, and at the same time tied the arms of the old man Gao Guan, like two boa constrictors wrapped around the body.

And Chen Ping, stepping on the needle point of the flying sword, chased the old man Gao Guan and the sea of ​​clouds into the air, and flew away.

Royal Sword Travel

Although under the suppression of the mountains, he used the ribbons of the land station to delay time, and Chen Pingan had already calculated the biggest pothole. Chen Pingan escaped the fate of being crushed to pieces, but was crushed face to face by the majestic aura of the Five Sacred Sacred Formation, as if he was in a sealed coffin, but Chen Pingan didn't feel comfortable at all. Several ribs were broken at the moment, if he wasn't used to it in the bamboo building After this, he could only watch the old man Gao Guan leave.

Before stepping on the sword to "fly up", Chen Ping used the method of a sword master to control a sword, holding the long sword "Chixin" that was thrown aside earlier in the palm of his hand.

There are ribbons and demon-binding ropes to bind the old man's double coins, and these two things can break through the cover of the sea of ​​clouds, and accurately pull three flying swords to pierce the futon.

This made Chen Pingan, who was using a sword for the first time, quickly catch up with the old man Gao Guan, and slashed at the back of the guy's head with his sword.

The old man really tried his best to speed forward with the sea of ​​clouds wrapped around him, and finally dodged the sword, but the sword flow overflowed, leaving a blood groove on the head of the old man Gao Guan.

Going up to the balcony, Lu Tai gritted his teeth, and said the word "flower" again, with his green shirt fluttering, Yufeng chased after him.

The speed is still better than the tip of a flying sword.

Lu Tai drew an arc in the air, and within a dozen blinks, he quickly intercepted the

The way of the old man with a high crown in the Longmen realm.

The old man suffered so much that he didn't dare to force his way and turned around, but was pierced by the young man in golden robe who was behind him twice when he drew his sword, and his heart was chilled.

And this sword is extremely weird.

Vitality, together with aura, was suddenly lost, and was absorbed by the long sword penetrating through the body.

The old man stopped, and the sea of ​​clouds under the futon hovered directly.

Looking down at the tip of the sword, he smiled sadly.

Those who took my life were not those four natal flying swords.

The one who helped this long sword to take my life turned out to be a square inch talisman that I despise.

Now these little fellows from Zongzixian family are more cunning and cunning than us Shanzawa Noxiu

Chen Pingan originally wanted to take advantage of the victory to chase after him and break Gao Guan's head with another punch, which would be safe, but Lu Tai already reminded Chen Pingan with his voice almost screaming, using the needle tip of the flying sword, to retreat quickly, the farther and farther it is good.

The old man Gao Guan supported the crooked Five Sacred Mountains crown on his head, but did not pull out the "infatuation" that pierced his heart, and looked at Lu Tai with a sinister smile.

His hands were still tightly bound by the two swords, trying to restrict the flow of the old man's aura.

The futon was already shattered, with dozens of holes pierced by three flying swords, and air leaked everywhere.

Lu Tai stood opposite the old man Gao Guan, with lingering fears in his heart. At that time, he deliberately called himself a monk of Taiping Mountain in order to scare off this old guy. How could he think that when he heard that he was from Taiping Mountain, he would bite people like a mad dog. Chen Pingan was in the situation at that time. It is a veritable life hanging by a thread.

Lu Tai stabilized his mind and said calmly: "We are actually not Taiping Mountain monks."

The old man twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a smirk: "Just now, the old man figured it out, Taiping Mountain can't teach you two children."

The sea of ​​clouds in all directions gradually dissipated, returned in vain, and returned to heaven and earth.

Gods always fight in the sky.

But joys and sorrows, mostly in the world.

In the hall of the main building of Flying Eagle Fort, the atmosphere was eerie.

The owner of the castle, Huan Yang, was already able to move freely, but he didn't even glance at the corpse of the woman on the chair beside him.

The old housekeeper, He Ya, glanced at the castle owner's wife with complicated eyes, couldn't bear it, and hesitated to speak, but was stopped by Huan Yang with cold and stern eyes.

Huan Yang put one hand on the handle of the chair, and said in a deep voice: "No one should publicize what happened in the lobby today. Whoever dares to leak a word will not only serve the family law, but also implicate everyone in the room and break their hands and feet. , all expelled from Flying Eagle Castle"

Huan Yang didn't turn his head, just casually tapped the chair beside him with his fingers, "Madam became sick from overwork and died of a serious illness."

Huan Yang paused for a moment, and said coldly: "If you don't put the memorial tablet in my Huan's ancestral hall after you die, you can't be buried there."

Everyone in the lobby was silent, not daring to have any doubts.

The old master He Ya finally couldn't help it, took a step forward, interrupted the second half of Huan Yang's sentence, and said sadly: "Master, Madam is at fault, but I hope the Master will see that in these years, Madam has been helping her husband, teaching her children, and running the family business. For your sake, allow your wife to be buried in the back mountain, castle master, even if I, He Ya, beg you."

In the end, the old steward who devoted himself to the Eagle Castle, the old master who preached and explained to the group of children, was sobbing.

Huan Yang was furious, and slapped the handle of the chair heavily, causing the whole chair to collapse in an instant. His face was gloomy, he thought for a moment, and snorted coldly, "We'll discuss this matter later."

Huan Yang, who has always been kind to others, looked around like a hungry falcon at this moment, making everyone's scalp numb, and they all bowed their heads without daring to look at him.

"Whether Flying Eagle Fort can survive, it's hard to say now, don't leave here for the time being, anyone who dares to leave the gate without authorization, He Ya, kill him"

After Huan Yang said these words, he left the lobby alone, went up the stairs, and finally came to the place that even his father named "Shang Balcony" for some reason. A man who had never been so hard-hearted in his life raised his eyes and looked out. , Trying to see the result of that battle earlier, but it is a pity that the martial arts is mediocre, and the eyesight is limited, so I can't see the slightest clue, and I can vaguely see the sea of ​​clouds dissipating and the sword light crisscrossing.

Huan Yang lowered his voice, gritted his teeth and said, "If the ghost baby is born, it is really as powerful as they say, and I, Feiying Castle, have full control, it would be great."

The old man led the three of them escaped from Eagle Fort smoothly, and went all the way to the depths of the mountains in the north. This trip went so smoothly that it was unimaginable, except for sporadic ghosts and ghosts that came out to disrupt the situation, there was not much twists and turns.

Not to mention the three young people who survived the catastrophe, even the old Taoist himself found it unimaginable.

For a moment, the four of them felt a little different.

Standing on the hillside, Huan Chang suddenly said, "I want to go back."

The sloppy old man nodded secretly, with this thought, let alone naive or not, only in the future can he hope to help the Huan family regain its strength.

If he just put his head down and ran away in a hurry, the old man would not look down on the woman Huan Shu, but he would look down on the grandson of the old brother Huan from the bottom of his heart.

The original pitch-black sea of ​​clouds has dissipated. Although it is still difficult to say that Flying Eagle Fort is out of deadlock, it is a good sign after all.

The old Taoist raised his eyes and looked roughly at the weather with the Taoist method of the mountain gate. The strong yin energy in Feiying Castle has almost dissipated.

So he comforted Huan Chang, "Don't be in a hurry to go back, the general situation seems to have turned to our side now, at this time, you must not make any troubles."

Huan Chang clenched the handle of the knife at his waist tightly, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and he said sullenly: "My parents are still in danger, but I am a son who has to stand by and watch. I am not a son of man."

The old man laughed dumbly, without being impatient, and patiently explained: "Fearless sacrifice is not real courage, Huan Chang, to be a man like your grandfather, only when it is really time to retreat, when the righteousness lies, do it The feat of splitting the statue of the Lingguan with a single knife is the practice of us who live in seclusion on the mountain. After hearing it, we will also applaud and call him a hero. This kind of courage is not the courage of ordinary people, and it is not to die in vain. "

Huan Chang silently nodded.

This young warrior whose family has placed high hopes on him is not a stubborn person after all. If he is not tolerant, as the next castle master of Feiying Castle, he would have long been unable to tolerate Tao Xieyang, a foreigner who is thriving in Feiying Castle.

Huan Shu lightly tugged on Huan Chang's sleeve.

Huan Chang raised his head and smiled, "I'm fine, don't worry."

The old man was a little relieved.

Only such rivers and lakes can have a taste.

The young Taoist Huang Shang murmured: "Master, those two foreigners, can they really kill that demon in the sky?"

The old Taoist couldn't laugh or cry, and sighed: "If you have the ability to arrange such a big situation, and reverse the feng shui and luck of hundreds of miles, it is very likely that it is a great devil in the golden core state. The art of moving mountains, let alone my master , it is your master who is a master of the sky, at the peak of his cultivation, he can't do anything, those two young people, if they can drive away the strong enemy, they are already lucky, there is no need to hope to kill the enemy successfully .”

After leaving the dangerous place, the old man's heartstrings that were always tense were loosened, and his expression suddenly looked sluggish. Today's battle made this mountain dwelling Taoist really exhausted physically and mentally.

The old Taoist leaned against a big tree, "Unless a great monk from the Fushi Sect heard the news and came here, and he had to be of high seniority, it would be very difficult to stop that demon lord who controls the sea of ​​clouds."

The faces of the three were heavy, Huan Shu bit her lips tightly, her mood was particularly complicated.

Parents are still in trouble, and outside the ancestral hall there is a fool who voluntarily waits to die.

Even if she and her elder brother live on, the future is still bleak. Huan Shu really doesn't know where to go.

Huang Shang looked sad.

I have worked hard to practice Taoism for several years, and I dare not slack off for a moment. I thought that I have achieved a small amount of Taoism, and it is easy to meet mountains and rivers. I never thought that I was just in this paradise-like Feiying Castle, and I almost lost my life.

The old man broke the dull atmosphere, gasped for breath, and smiled, "But don't worry, as long as the devil comes back this time, it will definitely attract the attention of the Fuqi Sect, and the devil will never dare to make trouble again within a hundred years. Well, there are two immortals in the Fushi Sect who are Taoist couples, once they are offended, it is easy for anyone to go down the mountain and kill the demon leader."

The old man seemed to be still puzzled, made a gesture of flipping his hands, and said with a serious smile: "It's as easy as flipping the palm of your hand."

Outside the ancestral hall, Tao Xieyang was worried.

But it's not that they are worried that Flying Eagle Fort will become a purgatory on earth.

Instead, he was worried that the ancestor of his family who had been thrown here when he was young, was too damaged in this battle, which made him unable to grow into the No. 1 Grandmaster of Chenxiang Kingdom step by step.

He wants to put the beauty he likes in his arms, that Huan Shu who he watched from a little girl to a girl, and then to a graceful woman, he really likes it.

Beauty, he wants.Jianghu, he wants too.

I can't say that I will have the opportunity to go to the top of the mountain to take a look at the scenery in the future.

Occasionally, on the pretext of running around for the Huan clan, he met privately with his ancestor. The ancestor once taught him that as long as it is something he likes, he should hold it in his own hands. Either don't think about it at all, or just destroy it.

Tao Xieyang took it for granted.

There was no one around, and Tao Xieyang, who took off his mask, looked cloudy and uncertain, put away his messy thoughts, and finally felt that the pair of useless stone lions were an eyesore, so he slashed down twice one after another, splitting the two stone lions in half, and there was a loud bang fell to the ground.

After venting his depression, the young man immediately realized that he had done a poor job. Once the ancestor's plan failed, he had to retreat to his lair to recuperate. His behavior of anger could easily reveal clues, and the damn old guy would see it. What, so the thoughtful Tao Xieyang stepped forward quickly, using the handle of the knife poured with pure energy, to smash the stone lion statue that fell to the ground bit by bit.

Then he walked quickly towards the main building of Flying Eagle Fort, and slapped his chest on the way, causing blood to splatter from his mouth, before he stopped.

The mountain is dangerous, and the wind is easy to fall.The rivers and lakes are dangerous, and the water is deep and the boat is easy to capsize.

The ups and downs of people's hearts are the most difficult to calm down.

It is so difficult to be determined and sincere.