Chapter 289: Sending a Thousand Miles of People's Heads
(Chapter title borrowed from Circle of Readers.)
The young man in white robe was surrounded and advanced instead of retreating. After a few punches, he had already beaten his companion without the ability 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 with his palm 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 it was a tragic sight.
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 swordsmen.
The next moment, the formation master reached out and clapped his hands on his heart again. It seemed that he had used a substitute charm again and 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 full of runes, recited the incantation silently, 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, but was still killed head-on.
But it was not the formation master who slapped the talisman, but the girl with a look of horror on her 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 was as powerful as a bamboo and broke through the black smoke barrier quickly. It still 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 as high as 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 to induce the tip of his sword to point at the girl.
Lu Tai didn't lose his temper after losing the chess game. He practiced 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 was, even if he had lived for a lot of years,
For a dog, after decades or hundreds of years, it will really become a dog, and it is time for it to become a spirit.
So no one is a fuel-efficient lamp.
Although the natal flying sword was huge, it was incredibly fast. Lu Tai stood there and let the black smoke surge towards him. After the flying sword killed the girl, it 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 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 five-level martial artist with accumulated kung fu that makes him very difficult to deal with.
It's just that on the road to 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 get from fourth to fifth. It can be said that I have no regard for the consequences. Therefore, 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 resorted to evil ways. 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 to God. This is the principle.
Every time I ask a god to possess me, the price 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 counterattacked fiercely, and wisps of souls came from him.
Flowing out from 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 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 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 squatted 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 vest of the strong man 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 popping could be heard from all the joints in his body, like a dead tree blooming in spring. The burly man turned his back, stood like a carp, and stood with two whips in hand.
When I got up, I was in high spirits and no longer depressed.
The Qi practitioner who came to the rescue said in a deep voice: "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 looked more juicy than a girl spent so much money that he would put even the wild cultivators in the Golden Elixir Realm to shame. It's not that a Golden Elixir 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!
Among Tongyezhou monks, no matter whether they are orthodox immortal masters or mountain cultivators, who can speak poor Tongyezhou elegance?
Two young people who obviously came from other places in other continents traveled thousands of miles north through the mountains, forests and markets. They never visited the Xianjia Mountains along the way, and no big monks ever took the initiative to visit them. What does this mean? This means that the two
He is a young boy, born into a noble family and rich in wealth. He must have been used to a comfortable life since childhood, but he doesn’t know that the rivers and lakes are deep and the mountains are windy!
If I don't capture these two extremely rich idiots, will I be worthy of my hard work for so many years? In addition to looking for opportunities and licking blood from the edge of my knife, I also have to bow my head and act like a dog to the immortal masters on the mountain.
Money helps them settle the dirty things they didn't bother to do themselves. They bear a bad reputation, run away for their lives, and start over in another place. 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 secret methods to steal the luck of the landscape and successfully treating the strong man, all of this was just a few short moments of effort.
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 of martial arts.
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 mountain and the swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, they are half a bucket of water.
A swordsman who excels at high or low levels, especially likes to gain fame and reputation.
When a swordsman kills an enemy with a sword, the weapon he uses often contains 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 and gain an advantage; heavy cavalry to dig into the formation and achieve victory. The two cooperate with each other and one is 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 from 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 Pingan did not use the method of killing a thousand enemies and damaging eight hundred. After severely injuring the burly man, due to the constraints of the swordsman, even though the Qi practitioner who was proficient in the Five Elements Wood Technique rescued the strong man, he was still symbolically blocked.
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 sleeve, 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, spinning around the swordsman, bringing up streams of tender green fireflies.
The Taoist from the Talisman Sect warned sternly: "Pindao's two Dry Well Talismans can hold up to twenty snaps 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 had a withered face and thin fingers. As he spoke, his hands slowly moved, 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, but this guy 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 all be done with it this time!
The dividends calculated before will not be counted!"
The strong man looked embarrassed and strode towards Chen Pingan. 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 swordsman 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
By strangulating a golden elixir monk, as long as the other party doesn't notice it in advance, the group can spar with each other and 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 Qi 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 down 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 like a small psychic snake raised high, which can blow away evil spirits; the sword silk 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 you are 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 for thousands of miles.
On the battlefield in the north, the evil monk was probably distressed by the dissipating black smoke, and shouted loudly to the old Taoist: "Do you have any dry well talismans? If you have any, throw one out quickly. I owe it first. I will collect the money with him later."
Give it back to you!"
The old Taoist jumped up and down in anger and cursed: "You have a 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 Pingan, hoping that he would mistakenly think that he could recall the flying sword and kill everyone in twenty snaps. But now the old Taoist
A mute person who eats Coptis chinensis is unable to express his suffering. It turns out that those two priceless talismans can only trap the flying sword for about twenty snaps, instead of the expected forty snaps!
The talisman is called Dry Well Talisman.
Able to defeat the natal flying sword.
Seven small nails made of lightning struck 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
For the sword trapped in the well, the talisman paper endorses the word "immovable". This is the main body, and the other talismans are "branches and leaves" 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 amulet 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 used 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 blow your sleeves and let the flying sword fly away from the "well".
Others spend ten years sharpening their swords, but an experienced Taoist sharpens his talisman every ten years. You cannot cherish it too much.
The battle is raging on the two battlefields.
Deep in the mountain 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 the Fuji Zong shop was short in stature, unattractive in appearance, and slightly proud of his face.
The other one 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 the sword, looked at the battlefield situation over there, and said with a smile: "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 on his waist is an unparalleled sharp magic weapon of the immortal family, which makes this swordsman Wufu dare to claim that "under the Golden Pill Earth Immortal, one sword can hurt the enemy. Under the Dragon Gate, one sword can kill", and on the mountain
Yamashita had few doubts.
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 worship this swordsman in red.
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 to 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 sword cultivator, but the two little guys have at least one square inch object on them. I want to take out the things inside and share them as 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 don't know if the guy who looks like a girl still has 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 two dry well talismans of the old Taoist priest are about to be unable to hold up. 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 great 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 young boy.
He stabbed them to death lightly, and finally called them manslaughter.
When the time comes, one less person will get a share of the pie, which means that the rest of the people will get a little more dividends. Who among the living would not be happy?
But the next scene will be unforgettable for a lifetime.
He has 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 blood dripping from his eyes.
Therefore, the sword struck 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 comes Chen Ping’an and he’s making a lot of money.
Along the way, from the first time I left Lizhu Cave Heaven to go to Sui Academy, to the second time I left my hometown and went to Daoxuan Mountain.
Being cautious all the time and pursuing "no mistakes" day after day, Chen Ping'an finally paid off.
In the blink of an eye.
As soon as the swordsman in red 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 people who were heartbroken, "You guys, sending someone's head thousands of miles away, it's so disrespectful of courtesy but heavy of affection."
Chen Pingan put the "Chang Qi" back into the scabbard with his backhand, took a few steps forward, gently held the long sword with his other hand, and stood still.