Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Swords of Frightening Rainbow
Li Xiaoyao followed the eleventh carriage slowly towards the outside of the city. When they reached a hillside, he ducked into the hillside full of dead branches and grass.
Only then did he really feel that the gaze behind him had disappeared. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. His back had been wet for some time. The gaze that looked like a maggot attached to his bones just now gave him
There was so much pressure that he didn't even find out who the other party was.
At the bottom of the hillside, the eleventh carriage drove forward slowly. Following the carriage were several people from the Zhang family who were riding horses and whipping their whips. These people looked very ordinary and were not martial artists. They could not feel anything at all.
Any fluctuations in true energy are just like a group of ordinary children from aristocratic families.
Although the male heirs of the Zhang family who followed the eleventh carriage were all dressed in bright clothes and looking extraordinary, their eyes did not show any expression. They were just silent, riding on the back of the horse.
Hold the reins tightly.
Behind those Zhang family disciples were closely followed a group of people, some of whom were men of martial arts dressed as heroes, some uniformly dressed men, and a few traders and soldiers carrying burdens.
Because the carriage was not moving very fast, but also very slowly, this chaotic group of people could follow the carriage on foot, and their eyes showed excitement and solemnity.
Li Xiaoyao felt that the gaze behind him disappeared, and he was thinking about whether to continue following the eleventh carriage or return to Zhang Mansion and wait for Ye Yinfeng to appear. But he didn't know what to do with Ye Yinfeng.
Is it safe, or has something unexpected happened?
So he decided to go back to the vicinity of Zhang's Mansion first to see if he could find a way to sneak into Zhang's Mansion so as to find out Ye Yinfeng's whereabouts. After all, he was still worried about Ye Yinfeng's safety.
He stood on the hillside and watched the carriage, the Zhang family, and the group of people following closely as they slowly moved forward. Just as he was about to turn around and look back, he stood up.
At this moment, he inexplicably felt a slight tremor in his heart, and an invisible feeling of horror suddenly surged into his heart.
He found that the carriage in front of him suddenly stopped, and a powerful crisis enveloped the area ahead.
The crisis that gave him the feeling was exactly the same as the crisis that the glances around Zhang Mansion gave him. The invisible crisis was like a huge stone pressing on his heart, making him unable to breathe smoothly.
Ahead, the carriage and all the people stopped moving forward. Only the two tall horses in front of the carriage kept spraying white mist from their nostrils, and their hooves kept scratching on the ground.
I saw a middle-aged scribe in shabby clothes standing three feet away in front of the carriage. The middle-aged scribe stood with his hands behind his hands, blocking the front of the carriage. A powerful momentum rushed towards the carriage, startling the carriage.
The two horses in front kept neighing and almost broke free from the front reins of the carriage.
The middle-aged scribe's powerful aura passed over the carriage and rushed towards the people behind the carriage.
The heirs of the Zhang family felt a tightness in their hearts, their breathing began to become rapid, their faces changed drastically, and they looked uneasily at the middle-aged scribe standing not far in front. The horse they sat on also became uneasy for a while.
They moved wildly, and some almost threw them off their horses. Generally speaking, horses are more sensitive to danger than humans. These horses all felt the danger of the middle-aged scribe in front of them, and they all moved forward uneasily.
The hooves scraped restlessly on the ground.
Li Xiaoyuan felt the powerful aura emanating from the middle-aged scribe from a distance. The aura had a strange aura. At this moment, he was sure that the owner of the gaze behind him was the middle-aged scribe.
He stood on the hillside and did not dare to make any move, because the middle-aged scribe gave out a strange aura and locked him tightly. There was at least a twenty-foot distance between them.
To lock a person at a distance, it is not enough to rely on the cultivation of internal strength. It also requires strong spiritual power. In other words, when the martial arts realm reaches the near sky, a kind of mental power will be generated, and this kind of mental power can also be called
The power of the spirit can also be called the power of the soul.
Master, that middle-aged scribe must be a master. His cultivation realm has at least reached the Heaven Realm, while Li Xiaoyao's realm is only a little short of reaching the Near Heaven Realm. There is such a huge difference in realm, even if he wanted to run away, he would not be able to escape.
Lose.
This middle-aged scribe is the person with the highest level of martial arts that Li Xiaoyao has encountered besides Wuyouzi, and his heart suddenly trembles. He has never seen or heard of that middle-aged scribe, even if
No matter how rich his experience was, he couldn't figure out the identity of this scribe even if he tried hard.
"I, Zhang Lanzhi, may I ask, your honor, why you are blocking our way." Zhuang Lanzhi, the leader of the Zhang family on the carriage, knew that the other party was not easy to mess with. He quickly reined in the reins to prevent the horse in front of the carriage from running wildly.
After that, he clasped his fists and asked politely to the middle-aged scribe who was three feet away. He couldn't see through the other person's cultivation level, so he could only be humble.
"An unknown man from the mountains came here to borrow something from Mr. Zhang."
A loud voice came out of the middle-aged scribe's mouth, sonorous, powerful, and resounding.
"Your Majesty is joking, why are you borrowing your words? If everything on this carriage can be seen by Your Majesty, please feel free to take it."
Zhang Lanzhi's expression changed slightly, but he still spoke to the other party politely, as if he was very sure that there was nothing on his carriage worthy of the other party's attention.
"In that case, you're welcome."
The middle-aged scribe walked towards the carriage step by step. He walked very slowly, not in a hurry, as if he was strolling in a courtyard.
Zhang Lanzhi panicked for a while, with beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead. The middle-aged scribe who came towards him did not make any move, but gave him a strong pressure. Every time he took a step forward, the pressure increased.
one cent.
Seeing this, the other people who were following the carriage dispersed one after another, and were all ten feet away from the carriage.
The middle-aged scribe put too much pressure on them. The other party was not something they could compete with, but they did not dare to stay too far away because the middle-aged scribe also released some aura to lock this group of people in.
Living.
Everyone couldn't leave this place, but they didn't dare to get too close, so they had to stay ten feet away from the carriage.
The heirs of the Zhang family who followed the carriage also stared uneasily at the middle-aged scribe walking towards them step by step. The horses under them were all uneasy for a while, and they were all around.
The hooves couldn't help but move on the ground.
The middle-aged man walked up to the carriage, looked behind the carriage, and said calmly: "You all go away, I will take advantage of the fact that this family is in a good mood today so that I won't embarrass you."
He said this to the people who were about ten feet away from the carriage. It seemed that those people were not the real owners he was looking for, but he did not completely take those people seriously.
The people who were ten feet away from the carriage finally let go of their hanging hearts. They all breathed a sigh of relief as if they were pardoned. They hugged the scribe from a distance and left in a hurry.
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When Li Xiaoyao saw this, since the other party could let go of the group of people following the carriage, he could leave as well.
So he hurriedly turned around and wanted to go back. He could only sneak into the group of people while the other party was not paying attention, hoping that the middle-aged scribe would not cause trouble for him.
"That little fellow Taoist, please stay."
Li Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat, and he shouted that something was wrong, and immediately stopped.
He stared at the middle-aged scribe blankly, wondering why the other party still came to him, but he really had no influence on this man at all.
On the hillside where he had no choice but to stand, a gust of cold wind hit him, and a chill rushed into his heart. His clasped hands were already sweating without knowing when. The wind dried the hair on his back.
Sweat seeped out again, soaking the collar above the nape of the neck.
The middle-aged scribe ignored the group of people who were leaving in a hurry. He only glanced at the fat Taoist priest for a moment, and then turned his eyes back to Zhang Lanzhi, the leader of the Zhang family, who was sitting on the front shaft of the carriage.
The descendants of the Zhang family did not dare to say a word and sat silently on the horse's back. They tightened the reins in their hands and comforted the frightened horse that sat down.
"I dare to ask you what you want, and I will take whatever you have in this carriage."
Zhang Lanzhi looked at the man, and he felt his heart tremble slightly, and he couldn't help but loosen the reins in his hands.
"It doesn't matter, just come and pick it up yourself." The middle-aged scribe smiled faintly at the other party, his tone full of confidence, dominance and strength.
I saw him wave his big hand, and a majestic momentum like the sea went straight towards the carriage.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the carriage seemed to explode immediately. The two horses in front were startled, making a commotion, neighing, and kicking their limbs.
The hood of the carriage was lifted straight up, rolled several times in the air, and then fell straight to the ground, being smashed into pieces.
The carriage's body collapsed to both sides one after another, as if falling apart. The carriage was destroyed, and a dark coffin was exposed on the bottom of the carriage.
Zhang Lanzhi's face turned pale, and the two horses in front of the startled carriage almost withdrew their legs and rushed forward. Fortunately, he reacted in time and tightened the reins in his hands, which made the horse
The child couldn't help but rub it in place.
The head of the Zhang family only felt a sense of anger and suffocation filling his brain. When had his Zhang family been so humiliated? This was even more uncomfortable than being slapped in the face.
He, the dignified head of the family, suffered such humiliation in front of his own family, and his anger surged up with a strange red tide on his pale face. There was a burst of blood in his heart, and the hot breath went straight to him.
He rushed towards his throat, but his flushed cheeks could not conceal his aggrievedness at this moment.
"Don't go too far, Your Excellency.",
Zhang Lanzhi endured the hot breath that rushed straight up from his chest, his eyes flashed with scorching light, and he looked towards the middle-aged scribe standing next to the destroyed carriage.
"Excessive. I don't think there is anything excessive."
The other party still had the same tone, the same toughness and dominance.
The middle-aged scribe raised his head and looked at the head of the Zhang family who was sitting on the front of the carriage, with disdain in his eyes.
As soon as he came into contact with the other party's strange eyes, Zhang Lanzhi couldn't help but feel dazed for a while, and almost fell down accidentally.
One look from the other party made him completely give up his resistance. What a powerful person he was, and they felt like an ant in front of an elephant in front of him.
The heirs of the Zhang family did not dare to make any move. Although they felt aggrieved in their hearts, what could they do? They could only watch the man destroy their carriage. They were too weak, and they could not even defeat the other party.
Opponents have no interest at all.
There was silence all around, and everyone could only hear their own breathing and the howling north wind.
The sitting horse snorted heavily, exhaled thick white mist, and rubbed its limbs nervously on the ground.
Li Xiaoyao stood on the slope. He was really surprised by the middle-aged scholar's toughness and domineering attitude.
He did not expect that the other party's methods were so direct, and his powerful momentum was so domineering. He almost ignored all these people, including himself.
He searched hard and couldn't figure out the identity of the other party. There are really few people in the world who have such a high level of martial arts. And there are only a handful of people who act so strangely, decisively and domineeringly. He really can't figure out the identity of the other party.
And it was obvious that besides wanting a certain treasure from Zhang's family, the shabby middle-aged scribe seemed to be his next target. He had no way of knowing what the other party's purpose was in looking for him.
Under the eyes of everyone, the middle-aged scribe did not make any movement and was already standing next to the dark coffin.
He looked at the dark coffin quietly, with a satisfied smile on his face.
The leader of the Zhang family, Zhang Lanzhi, was so angry that he could not help but tremble with anger. The fingers holding the reins made bursts of twisting sounds due to excessive exertion.
The middle-aged scribe stood in front of the dark coffin for a while, and then he patted the lid of the coffin with both hands.
With a "bang" sound, the coffin lid cracked and was immediately turned into a pile of sawdust by him, causing waves of sawdust to fly up.
At this moment, a sudden mutation occurred.
A dazzling ray of light shot out from the coffin. The ray of light was like lightning and struck straight towards the chest of the middle-aged scribe.
The brilliance was dazzling, like a sharp lightning bursting out from under the gray sky.
As that dazzling brilliance shot out, everyone felt as if their eyes were being stabbed by a strong light, and a heartbeat that shook their souls spontaneously arose, causing them to subconsciously close their eyes.
At this time, the wind everywhere seemed to have stopped,
There is only that dazzling brilliance left between the sky and the earth, which is the sharp light shot by Jinghong's sword.