Sword of Coming

A sword broke through the sky and landed on the street in front of the mansion.

Like the rainbow light of sword energy dragged out by a comet, the trajectory that broke through the boundary and entered this place has not dispersed for a long time, like a dazzling ray of sunlight shining through the window into the lifeless house.

The white donkey is like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, spreading its hooves and running in circles.

The wedding ghost was obviously a little stunned. As the owner of this landscape, she could feel the power of the sword more clearly than anyone else. The mountain roots shook and the water vapor boiled. If she hadn't shrouded the mansion behind her with Qi, there would probably be nearly a thousand people in the mansion. To make a lantern, half of it must be extinguished in one go.

The female ghost was shocked and angry. She was not looking at the place where the flying sword landed, but staring at the gap in the gloomy sky that could not be repaired. At the same time, beads of blood seeped out from the surface of the bright red wedding dress. Like water droplets rolling away on a lotus leaf, there are more and more in the end, and they form one after another.

The female ghost waved her sleeves, raised her head and roared: "Those who trespass here will die! The brave swordsman, I will pluck your head and plant it in the garden, and let you live for ten years and a hundred years!"

There was loud laughter coming from a very far distance, and finally the sound condensed on the flying sword on the ground. Not only was the voice warm and mellow, it also had a unique charm, as the children of the aristocratic family said that the wind, flowers, snow and moon made people feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze, but the words However, he did not conceal his soaring heroic spirit, "Girl, wait a moment, the physical body is not completely stable yet, and it cannot match the speed of the flying sword, but I don't know what the scenery of the girl's garden is like..."

"The place is not big and the scenery is not that great. It is enough to plant a head!"

The originally pale face of the ghost in wedding dress turned into an increasingly ghastly purple color, with a ferocious smile. From the sleeves of her wedding dress, two scarlet streams surged towards the gap in the sky and rolled away.

Someone shouted loudly: "The sword is so dirty that it retreats!"

The heavy sky shook violently.

Two streams of blood flowed backwards and gathered at the gap. In an instant, they exploded in all directions on the dome of the small world. It was like a bloody rain of blood. The female ghost trembled and shook her sleeves gently, regardless of the situation. Countless raindrops returned to the sleeves.

A young man in a white robe descended from the sky, with a white aura lingering all over his body, like the mist of a large lake or the strong wind on the top of a mountain. The man tied his hair without a hairpin and wore a crown. He put his hands together to form a sword. He had a thick green stripe all over his body. The majestic sword energy in the strong arm is as bright as a white dragon, swimming rapidly around. Once the foul smell and scarlet blood encounter this sword energy, they will instantly dissipate.

Looking at the handsome man who was not yet 30 years old, he floated between Chen Ping'an and his party and the ghost girl in wedding clothes. The flying sword on the ground swept to the man's side, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the plaque on the gate of the house "Beautiful water and high wind." ".

The man put away his two fingers, and the abundant sword energy that was as solid as substance paused for a moment. The man turned his head and saw the little girl in a red cotton-padded jacket carrying a small bookcase. The man suddenly remembered that there was an old man who had been dependent on each other for many years. The object no longer belonged to him, and then he smiled casually and waved his hand. Li Baoping's green bamboo bookcase jolted slightly, and the small silver gourd hidden inside swayed slightly. The sword swept out of the sword-raising gourd, and the sword energy reluctantly got into the flying sword, and the flying sword hurriedly flew towards the man's eyebrows and disappeared in a flash.

The Sword Immortal man rubbed his eyebrows and joked: "From now on, we will live together all over the world. You are not a young lady waiting to be married. You must stay in the embroidery building and not go downstairs."

The white donkey trampled its brisk hooves and ran to the man's side, rubbing its head affectionately on the man's shoulder.

The man smiled and stretched out his hand, stroking the white donkey's head, "Old man, it's been a long time since I last saw you. I really miss you."

The gap in the sky was slowly closed as the man forced his way in. However, this consumed a lot of spiritual energy from the landscape. In just a short period of time, all the wealth accumulated over at least fifty years was wiped out and turned into useless turbidity. gas.

The wedding ghost regained her composure and sneered: "The sword, the outward sword energy, and the natal flying sword are all more powerful than the same. What a land swordsman with outstanding grace. You must not be a Da Liren clan, right?"

The sword-immortal man who suddenly emerged from the sky smiled and said: "It's just duckweed without roots, and its name is not worth mentioning."

After the man finished saying this, he didn't turn around, but turned around openly, leaving his back to the wedding ghost, the land swordsman who had just come out of seclusion, and said warmly: "I I'm half of A Liang's friend, well, just half, and half of him is considered his disciple. Unfortunately, A Liang doesn't want to admit it, saying that my temperament is too pedantic and my actions are too soft, so I can never draw a sword fast enough. If you accept me as your disciple , he can’t afford to lose face like this. I came all the way here because I sensed something strange about the old man and Yangjian Huli. I would like to ask, where are the Aliang people, who are you?"

Chen Pingan explained: "We are also friends of A Liang. A Liang gave the gourd to Li Baoping, and Li Huai took care of the donkey. As for A Liang's whereabouts, I believe you will hear about it yourself in the future."

Compared with the Wedding Girl Ghost, Li Huai, who claims to be A Liang's friend, is no stranger to this land swordsman who has always had weird thoughts. In the child's eyes, A Liang's friend is not him. Li Huai's friend? As for whether you are a god or not, is it more important than being a friend?

It was just the incident on the Xiuhua River ferry that made Li Huai afraid of well ropes after being bitten by a snake for ten years. He did not dare to speak casually, and just kept winking at the white donkey.

The young swordsman listened carefully to the words of the straw-shoe boy, then nodded and said: "I generally understand."

Almost everyone noticed the slight trembling on the ground, like a sign of a turtle turning over or a mountain collapsing. The bride's face changed drastically. Just as she was about to leave, she found herself nailed to death by a natal flying sword. , the snow-white flying sword was hovering three feet above her head at some unknown moment.

The wedding girl ghost was full of anger and shouted angrily: "Han Langzhong, the embroidery river god, you two just don't care?! If the Yin God really interrupts the roots of this place and goes all the way north, not only the embroidery, but also the three rivers..." Dajiang, as well as the Qidun Mountain, Tiefu River, and Longxu River in the north, which one can survive and not be affected?!"

There was an old man holding a big red lantern, standing in the air outside the sky, and sneered: "Where did Mrs. Chu's previous momentum go?"

The female ghost's face darkened.

Next to the old man, stood a military general wearing armor and a god with a green snake wrapped around his arm. He came out to smooth things over so that the doctor of the Ministry of Rites and Mrs. Chu would not have a fight and ruin Da Li's luck. He said in a deep voice: "Mrs. Chu, Dr. Han and I can dissuade the Yin God from interrupting Shan Gen, but we also hope that Madam Chu, you will not do anything extreme in the future."

The ghost girl in the wedding dress smiled sweetly and said: "If I want to compete with this master swordsman in Taoism and swordsmanship, would it be considered excessive?"

Mr. Han was so angry that he laughed, "What a bodhisattva-hearted lady! I, Mr. Han, have learned the lesson today, good, good! I, the Dali Department of Rites, will definitely repay you in the future!"

The female ghost sneered and said, "What about a young man who talks wild words and scares children? Only when you become the Minister of Rites of Dali will you be qualified to point fingers at me."

The green snake on the arm of the River God quickly spit out the message, and white mist burst out. He was obviously more familiar with the officialdom of Dali and its future trends than the isolated wedding ghost. He said with an unhappy expression: "Mrs. Chu!"

The ghost in the wedding dress covered her mouth with one hand and smiled sweetly. She held up her dress with the other hand and said a blessing from the side, "I just want to apologize to Mr. Han."

The old man carrying the lantern was so angry that his lips were livid, but he still said nothing. Everything focused on the overall stability of the situation in Dali Mountain and River.

If not, how could the Dali Ministry of Rites choose to turn a blind eye for decades with the brutal behavior of Mrs. Chu who wantonly killed passing scholars?

But having said that, the old man never felt that the Dali court had done anything wrong.

The hegemony of mountains and rivers lasts for eternity.

What does it matter if a few people die? Innocent and unfortunate, what does it matter?

If he were not a Dali official, a doctor from the Ministry of Rites who was responsible for contacting and recruiting Qi practitioners, according to his temperament and as a disciple of Confucianism, he would definitely take action, even if both sides were harmed. But the old man has stepped up to the high position he is today. He has seen battles on the battlefield where tens of thousands of people were killed and injured at every turn. He has seen the names of the high-rise mansions in the capital city of Dali changed. He has seen the death of other countries fly into the flames. The assassination of two gods on the mountain, and the tragic scene of a fight that affected hundreds of people down the mountain.

In his position, he seeks his own government.

He, Han, is no longer the poor scholar who studied the books of sages and could only read the principles.

He even personally killed the warrior warriors who acted righteously when they saw injustice and just sought revenge from the gods on the mountain for the sake of the law of Dali.

Before the man died from serious injuries, he cursed loudly, saying that such a big Li was really ridiculous, and called him a lackey of the gods on the mountain.

He calmly told the man that maybe thirty or fifty years later, there would definitely come a day when no one in Dali would die in vain like you again. The chivalrous warrior spat blood on his face before he died.

Is there any simple thing in the world that fits all?

The old man with a lantern in hand and a complicated mind looked to the north. For some reason, his master was not in a hurry to show up and take action.

The young swordsman ignored Mrs. Chu and Dr. Li. As for the water god Yin Shen, he was too lazy to care. He just turned around again, faced the wedding ghost who was shocked by his flying sword, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to follow me?" Shall I compete in swordsmanship?"

The wedding lady ghost smiled and said: "If you ask me to stop, I am willing. After all, I have only seen a land swordsman as young as the master in my life."

The young swordsman waved his hand, and the white donkey hurried back to Li Huai. The man reached out to the sword hanging by his side, nodded and said, "Okay."

The wedding lady narrowed her eyes, "Oh? Master, are you serious?"

The young swordsman held the hilt of the sword and said softly: "The sword's name is Gao Zhu."

Simply chop it down with a single sword.

But it made the world change color, making this small world with deep twilight suddenly shine brightly.

The sword energy instantly struck the female ghost headlong.

The panic-stricken wedding ghost could only raise her hands to cover her face, and her wide sleeves covered her whole body.

The female ghost was cut into two pieces on the spot.

Mrs. Chu's wails echoed through the streets and the magnificent mansion behind her.

The servants and maids stood there in a daze, and began to bleed from their orifices. Some of them collapsed directly to the ground and turned into a pool of pus.

In the mansion, there is a lady who is learning female beauty, and needle after needle is inserted into her arm without knowing it. There were guards who were practicing martial arts standing on the spot, punching each other and smashing each other's heads. Even if most of the heads were broken, the movements did not stop.

The female ghost hurriedly rushed towards the gate of the mansion. The body that was cut in half was connected by countless red threads. The scene was like a lotus root being cut off, and it was quickly coming together in the air.

The young swordsman said calmly: "Come again."

A sword slashed across the sky.

That sword light stretched out in the air, like sparkling water.

The ghost of a married woman is like a "beautiful woman emerging from the bath", blocked by this water.

The wedding dress fell limply to the top of the steps.

The female ghost turned into billowing smoke and flew into the golden plaque, and blood continued to fall to the ground. A painful and ferocious female face protruded from the surface of the plaque from time to time, and a cry for mercy came out: "Sword Immortal, have mercy!"

The young swordsman struck twice, with just two swords horizontally and vertically, and split the soul of the arrogant wedding ghost into four parts. He had to return to the plaque that entrusted the "mountain roots and water sources" of this small world in order to survive. There is a common saying in the world, "Send it under someone else's roof", but in fact, part of the secret has already been revealed. Under the eaves of ordinary people, whether it is a beam or a plaque, there is often a lot of mystery.

Lin Shouyi's mind was wavering. No wonder A Liang said that among the Qi practitioners in the world, those who cultivate their mind with swords are the most unrestrained, the most lethal, and the most unreasonable. It's a pity that Lin Shouyi has good cultivation aptitude, but is not suitable for sword cultivation. Lin Shouyi was a little regretful, but he quickly strengthened his Taoism. Wouldn't it be better if he could defeat the land swordsman with his swordsmanship and divine power in the future by relying on his Taoist skills? However, Lin Shouyi knew very well that the person in front of him was probably the legendary Qi Practitioner of the Upper Five Realms. If pure martial arts other than Qi Practitioners were always inferior to Qi Practitioners, then among the Qi Practitioners, Sword cultivators have always been one level above other Qi practitioners.

The reason is simple, no one wants to fight with a master swordsman.

According to legend, someone once calculated that among the Qi practitioners who interrupted the enemy's Changsheng Bridge, sword practitioners were undoubtedly the most skilled, accounting for one-third. They were even better than the military monks who were decisive in killing and unconcerned with cause and effect. One must know the path to practice. There are thousands of them, each path has its own destiny, hundreds of schools of thought, side schools of the righteous path, etc. Sword cultivation is just one of them.

Chen Ping'an's thoughts were not as complicated as Lin Shouyi's. He was just thinking about one thing. It turns out that swords can be used in this way.

The young swordsman put one hand behind his back and held the long sword in his hand. He smiled and said: "It's only three things. Mrs. Chu should take another sword from me, right?"

A figure appeared quietly under the plaque. It was a man of the same age, but his appearance was not shocking. He had a horizontal sword behind his waist. He said slowly: "Fengxue Temple Wei and Jin, that's all."

The white-clothed swordsman smiled and said: "The Wei and Jin Dynasties are the right ones for the Immortal Platform."

Without saying anything more, the land swordsman who claimed to have yet to stabilize his realm swung his sword again.

The young swordsman opposite had no expression on his face, stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of his sword, slowly pulled it out an inch, and then stopped unsheathing the sword.

But between the two sword cultivators, a small and cute mountain range appeared. It was winding and hung horizontally in the sky.

The young swordsman Wei Jin cut off the mountain range with one sword, but there was not much energy left in the sword, so he did not continue to use the sword reluctantly.

Thousands of miles away, there is a mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles, and a huge canyon breaks out from the highest point, like an immortal sword slashing out.