Half a month after the Lantern Festival, an ordinary caravan left Luoyang City and headed west along Tongguan Road.
Perhaps in order to catch up on the journey, the caravan missed the roadside inn at nightfall and could only find a place to stay in a country inn.
If we were in other places, these country shops would not be a good place to go. They would be black shops harboring thieves. Passing merchants would be lucky if they were extorted. If they encountered vicious people, these shops would be even more destructive.
Bones.
Fortunately, the road between Chang'an and Luoyang is much safer and more peaceful. Common thieves do not dare to act recklessly in this area, and merchants can rest assured when seeking accommodation at night inns.
"Please come in, please!"
When the store owner saw the caravan arriving, he immediately responded enthusiastically and said: "My guest arrived just in time. We slaughtered a new sheep and stewed it in the pot until it was soft and tender. It can hold several pots of soup cakes." p>
However, this group of merchants had no interest in this and said with a cold expression: "We don't have any spare money, so we can just prepare guest rooms."
The storekeeper had no choice but to respond. He saw these merchants looking around, with a vigilant look, fearing that this was a dark store.
When the store owner brought this group of merchants to the guest room, he saw two of them carrying a large box inside, as if it was some extremely valuable property that they had to take care of with their own eyes.
Seeing that more than a dozen people were crowded into a single room, the store owner wanted to say something, but this group of merchants just closed the door and bolted it without showing any mercy.
"What a pity."
That time the mysterious figure did not hold back, but smashed the wooden box to pieces with one palm. The wood chips flew everywhere. Zhao Teng woke up from the pain. Before rolling several times on the ground, he raised his eyes blankly and looked up seven times.
The shopkeeper cursed loudly and returned to the hall. Since the merchants were waiting on him, he was happy to have some free time. It was getting late at night and there would be no other customers left.
Just as the mysterious figure was about to dispose of Zhao Teng's body, applause suddenly came from the distance: "It is indeed the 'White Sword' that single-handedly defeated the Fourteen Evils in Langling Mountain with a single sword, but now he is walking in white at night,
It’s like He Xiaoxia’s style.”
Just as I was about to ask, this mysterious figure flashed past the store owner, causing me to fall unconscious.
Fan Ying was shocked when she heard this, but at the critical moment of life and death, I suddenly realized my wisdom and said quickly: "You have betrayed your fellow Jianghu! Although this assassination is successful, you have never said a word to these imperial hawks!" p>
But even with such minor injuries, Bai Qiaozhuang is still alive. The strong physique gained from martial arts training as a young man, as well as the half-step into the innate realm, allow me to face Yan Fengjun's full blow, and still be able to save a sliver of life.
Vitality.
"I, we can tell from your sword skills!" Zhao Teng frantically looked for excuses: "The guy who stopped you is also good at sword skills, I can tell at a glance!"
The mysterious figure raised his hand and pressed it under the door leaf. He waved his finger to the side, and the bolt inserted in front of the door was moved away.
The mysterious figure wore a mask, and even a pair of eyes were hidden in the shadow. Naturally, it was easy to distinguish the appearance. I drew my sword and pointed it directly at Zhao Teng's throat, and said murderously:
After doing all that, the mysterious figure quickly left the shop, carried the small box and flew dozens of miles away, until it was far away from the inhabited village, and then put the box back on it. However, the smoke that should have been scattered freely was pushed by the mysterious figure in the air and did not seep into the cracks of the door like a living thing. This move did not arouse the vigilance of the strange merchants in the guest room.
"So, he is keeping his mouth shut." The mysterious figure hurriedly sheathed her sword.
The Gang Qi circle expanded to more than ten feet, which shows the low level of Baiqiaozhuang's martial arts. However, when the Gang Qi circle reached the limit of fourteen feet, I still didn't find any trace of anyone.
But the store owner did not fall directly to the ground. The mysterious figure held him up, quickly hid him in a dark corner, and then turned around to close the door. There was no sound during the whole process, and even the old door hinge and door mortar did not make the usual creaking sound.
, it was eerily quiet.
If there is no need to say anything, Rou Zhaojun came to Fan Yingfeng's body, gathered up her skirt and squatted on it, stretching out a round curve. It was obviously an abnormal movement, but it always exuded a seductive meaning.
"It's easy for a young man to practice martial arts. Don't throw your life away here." Yan Fengjun looked at Baiqiao Village below the ground, and when he said those words, there was no warning in his tone.
Rumble——
When it comes to martial arts, even ordinary people can tell which one is lower and which one is higher. Standing against the wind like Yan Fengjun is already in the innate realm of transcendence and sainthood. Compared with it, ordinary warriors are completely different.
The mysterious figure still walked freely in the dim and light environment, without encountering any obstacles. It made a sound when it landed, and detoured back to the door of a guest room.
Yan Fengjun took the bright red sarcoma from Rou Zhaojun. All the memories and experiences of Baiqiao Village before and after his love were here, and he immediately thanked the other party.
Before the excitement stopped, a figure fell from mid-air to the underground pit. It was Baiqiao Village.
In an instant, the vision behind Yan Fengjun's eyes was filled with white light, and the young man's sword intention, sword energy, and sword skills all converged here. At that moment, Baiqiao Village really stepped through the mysterious and mysterious threshold of the innate realm!
"He betrayed his comrades and deserves to be killed!"
Rou Zhaojun laughed loudly and said: "Jun Feng, he promised you this body, how long does it take to prepare it for disaster?"
"But now the Ministry of Internal Affairs does not know that he was born in Cangzhou, He Xiaotong!" The mysterious figure did not intend to deceive me, and tested me to see if I could reveal the personnel involved in the assassination.
When I was stuffed back into the wooden box a long time later, I had not expected my end, and I was completely in despair. I thought that I was actually rescued by fellow Jianghu people, how could I let go of that glimmer of hope?
He was spouting words in a flurry, and Zhao Teng tried his best to survive. I guessed that the other party was a fellow Jianghu who assisted him in the assassination and informed Xiaomenyi's movements. I guess he was worried that he would implicate us before he was captured by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he must be planning to kill someone and silence him.
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In fact, there is no other way to use the same realm, which is not to disperse the sound, or to shake the bones and body, or to disturb the mind and soul of the sutra rhyme. This is what Buddhism and Taoism are good at.
Zhao Teng fell to the ground and stood up, blood soaking into the ground in an instant. The wound of this sword was very deep, almost decapitating Zhao Teng, and his cervical vertebra was severed. He could not even fight back after losing his breath, but only a trace of shock remained on his face.
Solution.
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At this moment, the clothes under my body are intact, and there are numerous penetrating wounds all over the torso and seven limbs. I hold the incomplete hilt of the sword in my hand, and the sword body is broken into countless pieces, scattered on the surrounding ground, or deeply embedded in the body.<
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Faced with such a devastating move, Yan Fengjun just snorted, and the strong wind surrounded his body, blocking the wisps of sword light coming from all directions, and a series of sparks exploded several feet inside his body.
Looking at the lifeless Baiqiao Village, Yan Fengjun showed no regrets for not being able to capture this man alive. I removed the strong wind covering the ground around me, looked to the side and said, "Rou Zhaojun, there is no need for him to take action."
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Looking back at Yan Fengjun, at this moment, my arms and sleeves have not turned into rags full of holes. I raised my hand to brush a slender blood mark under my cheek, nodded and objected: "That sword has enough fire, if I give it to him again
After several years of deep practice and understanding, you are definitely able to deal with this situation."
Just as the store owner was preparing to take a break, suddenly a cool night breeze blew open the door and entered the hall. The flame of the oil lamp in the store owner's hand flickered and then went out.
"Well, he can't do it now."
The mysterious figure saw Zhao Teng, stretched out his hand to detect his breath and pulse, and confirmed that he was still alive. He closed the small box again, and with some effort, the small box was held in my hand, lifting it like a heavy weight.
Finally, a bright red tumor grew between Fan Yingfeng's eyebrows, about the size of a lychee, like a living thing, and it seemed to have no pulse at all, which was strange and scary.
In the low and profound realms of martial arts, one can transmit sounds into secrets, condensing the sounds like silk threads, and transmit them directly into the ears of the corresponding person. Even if the people here cannot sense the movement of qi, they can still listen to the words.
Zhao Tengxiao breathed a sigh of relief, but still explained: "You were rescued by your superiors in Qingqian. I'm afraid you will be tortured by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It's hard to say whether you can still hold on at this time."
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Unfortunately, when Zhao Teng was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Ministry of Internal Affairs during those few days, he kept thinking about his experience of fighting Cheng Baqi, and blurted out: "It's the fourth style of swordsmanship! This guy didn't use the fourth style of swordsmanship.
Recruitment! None of you, Fan Yingfeng, worked for Youyan Border Town in the early years, and taught the sword skills to the soldiers of the border army. The few sword experts finally combined the four styles of sword selection. That is a secret in the Hebei Wulin! You
If you can tell that I use the four forward-selecting moves, I must be able to tell that you are from Fan Yingfeng!"
I saw a graceful and swaying man in white walking hurriedly in the dark, wearing a curtain hat, as if he was on an outing.
With full momentum and perfect body and mind, Baiqiaozhuang seemed to see a ray of skylight, which coincided with the white dew in the east. He immediately stepped on the ground, stood up straight from the ground, and returned the sword with one strike!
The days when Zhao Teng was locked up outside the dungeon were like years. I was already determined to die, but my water and water were drugged. My whole body was numb and weak, and I even tried to commit suicide. I must have tried to go on a hunger strike, but I still couldn't.
There will be no one to feed him weakly, obviously he is preparing to be tortured for a long time.
After listening to the explanation, the mysterious figure was obviously deep in thought. Although the sword edge was still pressed against Zhao Teng's throat, the killing intent had subsided.
Baiqiaozhuang said what he said. The situation is at this point. Any words are in vain. Only the sword in my hand can open up a way out. I have tempered my youth in that state of mind, just to enter the innate realm.
He stepped up to the small box. A mysterious figure pushed aside a corpse, swung his sword to cut off the lock, waved his hands in the air, opened the small box, and saw a comatose or awake woman inside.
Assassinating Zhao Teng, a small-time craftsman.
But Baiqiaozhuang has no intention of being brave and surrendering. I restrain my energy. The white light under the sword shines brightly, like a light in the white night. The visible sword intention is approaching Yan Fengjun. Once the sword is drawn, life or death will inevitably be determined.<
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"Please wait for a while, Mr. Rou Zhao." Mr. Yan Feng replied.
"What the hell are you doing? I can't afford to offend a thief who wants to sell off his stolen goods."
At this time, a mighty strong wind suddenly fell from the sky, covering an area of tens of feet. Yan Fengjun stood in the sky, his green shirt flying, like an immortal.
"Who is coming?" Baiqiaozhuang didn't panic when his identity was revealed. He held the sword in his hand, and the dense Gang Qi took on a round shape and spread rapidly inward. This move allowed me to sense the surrounding things, including every plant and tree.
Under control, even as small as a mosquito can hide.
Falling to the ground, Yan Fengjun came to Fan Yingfeng's side. Just as he was about to ask a question, the dying swordsman used his remaining strength. The fragments of the long sword scattered on the ground were sensed by the sword's will and turned into hundreds of sword lights, instantly facing Fan Fengjun.
Coming flying!
The enchanting man held his hat and turned around to leave, leaving behind a faint message: "I hope Mr. Yan Feng will keep his word and don't let you down."
"Baiqiao Village, give him a chance."
The sword light siege started within a few breaths. Bai Qiaozhuang was exhausted and the light in his eyes disappeared.
Looking at Yan Fengjun standing in mid-air, Bai Qiaozhuang immediately understood that he had stepped into the trap pre-designed by the other party. Fan Ying was sent to Chang'an just to lure him to show up and take action. Even Zhaoyang Jun who went to Guoseyuan,
This is just a conspiracy trick by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to release the news.
Rouzhaojun picked off the tumor heavily, and Baiqiaozhuang's corpse immediately withered and turned gray. When blown by the wind, it quickly turned into smoke and scattered between the sky and the earth.
Pushing the door and entering, I saw the room with four vertical lines. All the merchants were lying down due to the incense. Only two of them were slightly less skilled. They could barely maintain their sanity and tried to get up to resist, but they seemed to be extremely drunk.
, the seven limbs are at your command, and even speaking has become difficult.
"If you take the initiative to confess who planned this assassination, you can spare his life."
It's a pity that Yan Fengjun crossed his arms and put his palms together, driving the four-day Gangfeng to sink and fall, just like Mount Tai pressing against the top, without any fancy changes, he collided head-on with the dazzling white light.
But even if no one notices it, he can still react well to the incense prepared by Ridan.
Until a moment ago, there was a falling sound in the room, and no one suddenly exclaimed: "It's bad! There is no fragrance..."
"He, who is he?" Fan Ying noticed the mysterious figure approaching quickly and asked in a hoarse voice.
The store owner secretly cursed his bad luck and was just about to turn around and close the door when he vaguely saw a mysterious figure standing at the door. It was dim but bright.
"Still want to quibble?" The mysterious figure exerted a little force on his wrist and put the sword edge against Zhao Teng's throat. With just one heavy thrust, he could kill him.
The mysterious figure pulled out his sword, and it was clear to the naked eye how I made my move. Only a few bright white lights flashed through the dimly lit guest room. All the dozen merchants in the room were killed, and there was not even a cry for help.
There was a flash of white light, and Fan Ying's throat was sealed with a sword. I could clearly see how the opponent made the move, and he was killed without any warning even before he could sense the murderous intention.
Yan Fengjun turned a blind eye to this, and Rouzhaojun raised his hand to brush Baiqiaozhuang's body again, tapping his jade fingers often, and the body, which still retained some of the color of life, quickly became plump.
And like the one in front of you, if the sound is emitted from all seven directions at the same time, it is equally deep and mysterious, which shows the realm of the person coming.
He took out a scented pill from his arms and showed how to light it on fire. He held it in the palm of his hand and kneaded it slightly with seven fingers, and no smoke came out. It was very clever.
When the mysterious figure heard the words, his shoulders moved, and he glanced at the sword seven times. However, the sound came from the same direction, as if no one spoke from all directions at the same time, making it difficult to hear the sound and identify its location.
The loud noise spread throughout the countryside and mountains. The surrounding vegetation was destroyed, and the ground was sunken into pits. However, not a trace of dust flew up, and they were all crushed down by the majestic wind falling from the sky.