Sword of Coming

In the main building of Feiying Fort, there were dozens of important figures from the Huan family, all of whom had pale faces and ashen hearts.

The master of the castle, Huan Yang, never imagined that the Immortal Master of Taipingshan whom his friends from all over the world hired with huge sums of money would be the real culprit.

There are four braziers placed in the corners around the lobby, and the pine and cypress branches inside have long been burned out. The immortal master said before that this main building is a key location that the evil demons have been coveting for a long time, so everyone must be summoned to gather here, and then He then used the method of court burning, supplemented by Taipingshan's unique talisman, to set up an array to eliminate filth, and then the evil heretics with ulterior motives would have no chance to take advantage of him.

He also said that only after ensuring the safety of the main building, he would go out alone to slay demons and do justice for heaven.

Flying Eagle Castle certainly had no objections.

The black clouds outside were overwhelming, making people feel chest tight and nauseated. It was obvious that they had encountered a real demon at work. They were a group of gangsters from Feiying Castle. For the sake of the survival of their family, they went to raise swords against the enemy, even those who faced the agarwood country. Respecting the heroes of the demonic path is naturally obligatory, and if you die, you will die.

But if they were asked to fight against ghosts and ghosts, just thinking about it made their scalps numb, they couldn't help but feel frightened, and their yang energy was a little weaker.

Huan Yang did not completely trust this Taipingshan Immortal Master before. Even though this person had an immortal demeanor and was like an immortal who had never been born before, and was the matchmaker of a close friend from all over the world, Huan Yang still did not dare to take it lightly. This is the mentality that a wealthy family must have. , so when the man was leading the horse for a stroll in the streets and alleys, he asked the old steward He Ya to follow him closely in the name of leading the way. At that time, the pines and cypresses were lit, and the fragrance was fragrant, indeed exuding a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness.

Although He Ya was by chance and not an expert in the rough channel method, he followed Mr. Huan all over the country in his early years. He was also a well-informed veteran. He was sure that the immortal master's methods were upright and upright. The desperate Flying Eagle Castle finally received a piece of reassurance.

So half an hour ago, the white-clothed immortal master, holding a fly whisk in one hand and a pen rolled up in his sleeve, wrote a piece of alchemy and talisman on the large nanmu pillar in the lobby, with flowing clouds and flowing water, which was pleasing to the eye.

He Ya, who serves as the teacher of Feiying Castle, even stayed with him and took the initiative to hold the box of bright cinnabar for the immortal master.

At that moment, Old Master He Ya was slumped on a chair, his eyes wide open with bloodshot eyes, staring at the man in white standing between Huan Yang and his wife, wishing he could drink his blood and eat his flesh.

An old man of his age has long looked down on the world and has no heirs. Every extra day he lives is God's mercy. What is there to fear about death? But He Ya couldn't imagine how he would have the face to face the ancestors of the Huan family after his death.

Most of the people who are qualified to sit in the lobby are elderly people named Fei Yingbao Huan. In addition to the alley fighting that year, most of them have suffered serious injuries, their energy and blood have been exhausted, and they have inhaled the pines and cypresses that grew out of the brazier courtyard. After the smoke, everyone's face was black and their limbs were twitching. They were afraid that they would die on their own without the man in white doing anything.

The young disciples who had no seats stood behind the seniors in each room. They often had low martial arts skills and collapsed on the ground one by one. The young disciples with better cultivation levels could still sit cross-legged, meditate on their luck, and try to keep themselves awake.

The tall man in white still held the snow-white whisk, but gently pressed the shoulder of Fort Master Huan Yang with one hand, and said with a smile: "Fort Master Huan, there is no need to blame yourself. I feel that I am luring a wolf into the house. I have such a plan on Flying Eagle Castle." , I just want to save some energy, if we really want to fight, you guys, martial arts heroes, are still bound to die. You have devoted yourself to business for decades, and you are calculating mentally and unintentionally. It is better to calculate the mountains and the mountains, who will die if you don't die?"

The lady next to Huan Yang was trembling. In the lobby, only her face looked normal. She should not have been poisoned by the smoke from Ting Liao, but she had already been frightened out of her mind. After all, she was only from Feiying Castle. A native woman who likes to be quiet and dislikes movement. Apart from a few occasional spring and autumn outings, she has never been outside a hundred miles of Eagle Castle in her life. How can she withstand such a storm?

The tall man raised his hand from Huan Yang's shoulder and pinched the woman's cheek. His movements were gentle and full of love and affection.

But it is not the lustful look of a man coveting beauty, but a craftsman looking at a work that he is most proud of in his life.

He reluctantly took back his hand and said with a smile: "Fortunately, that inexplicable battle did not affect our Flying Eagle Castle. Once someone with an intention to see through this plan, we would really lose everything. In fact, according to the previous plan , you can still enjoy the peaceful years for another half year, but my master is really afraid of those fellow monks who are beating people to death. What should I do if it attracts the attention of the Fuji Sect again? So as soon as I received the secret letter , came immediately.”

In the lobby, no one could speak, so the immortal master felt that it was a bit boring and unappreciated, which was somewhat of a fly in the ointment.

The tall man looked at everyone present and said sarcastically: "Are you lucky enough to think that the old Taoist priest and the young Taoist priest can save you? I advise you to give up on this idea. A five-level cultivator, I can't kill him with a slap. , he is lucky. The reason why he is left alone is nothing more than the little energy, blood and spiritual energy of the master and apprentice, and it also has some icing on the cake."

He regretted a little. If he had known this, he shouldn't have put so many secret medicines in those pine and cypress branches. It was so boring for a room full of mutes to not even curse, let alone kowtow to beg for mercy.

Before his master took action and the overall situation was decided, he wanted to have some fun and looked around. Finally, his eyes rested on a woman who was lucky enough to resist medicine. He really couldn't tell in advance that such a delicate woman, He is also a hidden warrior of the four realms. It is extremely difficult for a woman to have such martial arts training.

He moved forward slowly, squatted down, and held her chin. The woman had a determined face and sharp eyes.

He smiled slightly, took out an exquisite porcelain bottle with a discernible shine from his sleeve, turned his head, and caught a glimpse of a young man who looked exactly like a woman. He was weak and had already fallen to the ground. His limbs were twitching, he rolled his eyes and vomited. White foam, life is not long.

The man's eyes lit up and he found something interesting. He actually had some aptitudes for cultivating Taoism. If he was thrown into a third-rate sect, he might still be a highly regarded direct disciple. Since he had nothing to do, let him help him along the way. Whether this kid would succeed or not, Whether he can survive and become an outer disciple of his master's sect depends on his fortune.

But before that, whether he lives or dies, the young man has a wonderful blessing to enjoy, and the rest of the people in the hall have to feast their eyes on it.

The man pretending to be a monk from Taiping Mountain put his fingers between the young man's eyebrows, and then raised his hand, bringing out a wisp of smelly green smoke, which condensed into a ball. With a flick of his fingers, the smoke dissipated in the lobby. middle.

The handsome young man woke up immediately. Just as he was about to say something, the man slapped a vermilion pill into his mouth.

He threw the young man into the middle of the hall, then waved the whisk to disperse the pure Qi in the woman's body that was struggling to withstand the poisonous pine and cypress fog, and then moved her to the young man's side like a cloud.

The man smiled and said, "Everyone, enjoy it."

The young man's face was flushed, his body was curled up, and he was shaking. When he saw the woman, his eyes gradually became hot, and he slowly crawled towards her.

The man clicked his tongue and said: "We evil sects can't compare to those big sects who are steady and step by step. Some of the visualization methods are not only deviant, but also contrary to secular etiquette. The most hateful thing is that In the end, the achievements are limited, and even touching the threshold of the Golden Core Realm is a luxury."

Having said this, the man felt a little resentful, and then he smiled and said to the young man: "But don't look down on Guanhai and Longmen. Little guy, if you eat my Nanke Dan, which has infinite uses, you Now that the mind is relaxed, it is a rare feather feeling, but one of the seven emotions and six desires in the heart will be infinitely amplified. This is also a secret that is not passed down by our master. As for what kind of emotions and desires, Nan Kedan has a secret Correspondingly, the one I rewarded you with is the most expensive one, so don’t waste it. As long as you maintain a trace of clarity from beginning to end, just enjoy yourself until the end, and if you survive, I will accept you as a disciple. , your early cultivation path will be smooth, and it is possible to reach the middle five realms."

The woman panicked, but her body couldn't move, and she finally showed a trace of despair and fear.

The man said deceptively to the young man: "Don't worry, everyone in the lobby will die, so you don't have to have any scruples. Heaven is ruthless, and there is no good or evil in cultivation..."

The tall man was shocked, raised his head suddenly, and held the fly whisk tightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

I saw someone yawning lazily on the beam. He looked down at the evil monk, took out the bamboo fan from his sleeve, and started to fan it slightly, "Are you boring enough to like talking to yourself so much?"

It is Lutai.

The man narrowed his eyes and said, "Friend, are you and the boy carrying the sword passing by to watch the show this time, or are you trying to do bad things for good? In other words, in the mountains outside Flying Eagle Castle, you two were the scheming The middle man?"

Lu Tai glanced at the young man on the ground who was obsessed with lust, and let out a series of tuts, with a look of disgust on his face: "Do you think everything is due to that harmful pill? I might as well tell you the truth, you are lustful at the moment , at least 30% to 40%, it came from your own mind. No wonder you were attracted by this guy, because you are not a good person in the first place."

The boy, whose hand was almost touching the woman's knee, began to struggle. His heart and body were like this, and blood oozed from his seven orifices, but it was black blood. His face was covered with blood, and he was rolling on the ground.

The tall man was indifferent, but he felt a little pity for the elixir. After the "Gentleman on Liang" revealed the secret, the young man's fragile Taoist heart was shattered.

Originally, if there was no one else to help him break through the window paper, the young man could walk all the way to the dark side. In fact, it was also a way out. It was really possible for the young man to become the man's disciple and embark on the path of spiritual practice.

Lu Tai looked indifferent, put his fingers together, and stroked lightly from top to bottom.

The natal flying sword named Needle Point shot out of the air and struck straight at the painful young man.

The woman spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted to Lu Tai, "No!"

The tip of the flying sword, which was only an inch away from the young man's neck, suddenly stopped.

Lu Tai looked at the woman with tears on her face and said, "It will be easier if he dies. If you walk out of here alive today, either he will kill you out of cruelty and then fall into the devil again, or he will die in the following years." , suffocating yourself to death with other people’s words.”

The woman just shook her head and murmured repeatedly: "Please don't kill him, please don't kill him..."

The man held a fly whisk and asked with a smile: "I'm curious, how did you break into this formation quietly?"

Lu Tai held a fan in one hand and rested on the beam with the other, smiling: "When it comes to formations, there seems to be no one in the world who is more powerful than my ancestors. Do you think it's irritating?"

The man laughed, but the laughter stopped suddenly, and his figure began to move around in an instant. The snow-white whisk in his hand with the word "Quyou" engraved on it made bursts of whistling wind and thunder in the air. Every time he waved the whisk, There will be a silk thread made of the tail of some kind of mountain spirit beast, which will break away from the whisk and shoot towards the platform above the beam.

The whisk threads turned into white snakes as thick as arms in mid-air, with a pair of wings. They exuded cold air and moved as fast as lightning.

Lu Tai ignored the dozens of white snakes. He closed the bamboo fan with a snap and began to use it as a writing brush to write symbols on the beams. Under the "pen tip" at the top of the bamboo fan, simple silver words and patterns continued to appear. The flow poured out, and then those characters that looked like living creatures began to flow around along the beams, pillars, and the ground, immersed in the originally existing alchemy scripts, and covered them one by one.

Taking over the host.

The silk-threaded white snake that left the fly whisk would turn into powder on its own as long as it came within two feet of Lu Tai.

The man couldn't tell what kind of secret technique this was, and that was the scariest part.

But something more terrifying than this happened. The young man in green shirt, who was more handsome than a woman, revealed the secret to himself and said with a smile: "I just set up a small formation around it. There is often one in the Cave Heaven Paradise, which can ban all outsiders." Isn’t it very powerful once you hear the magic technique and become a saint by yourself?”

The man's heart was filled with excitement. After hesitating for a moment, he stopped holding the whisk in his hand and placed it heavily on his arm. "This immortal master not only has a long history of family knowledge, but also has great abilities and great magical powers. I admire him! As long as the immortal master is willing to show his noble hand, I will work with you." The master is willing to show enough sincerity. For example, all the secrets in the Flying Eagle Castle belong to the two immortal masters. I can also make the decision without authorization, pay a sum of money privately, and then go back to the master to ask for a high-quality item. Spiritual weapon, what is the immortal master’s wish?”

Lu Tai answered the question, "Is your master at the golden elixir level?"

The man smiled and nodded, "To show my sincerity, I am willing to declare my master's name. He was the one who killed the two Dragon Gate monks in Taiping Mountain..."

Lu Tai quickly waved his hand and said: "Stop it, stop it, you are too sinister!"

The man looked innocent, "Why did the immortal master say this?"

Lu Tai sighed, "A little golden elixir cultivator from Tongye Continent was brought out by you, a sea-viewing realm. You can't scare me to death, but you can make me laugh to death. You almost succeeded."

Then Lu Tai started laughing.

Of course, it remains to be seen whether the mastermind behind the scenes really has the cultivation of golden elixir.

The man's face was gloomy.

Damn it, I met someone with a bad brain.

The key is that this guy, who is neither male nor female, has a deep and bottomless spiritual path.

Lu Tai suppressed his smile and wiped the corners of his eyes. He seemed to be really happy. "Besides you, master and disciple, raising that ghost baby, are there any other experts who have allies?"

The man was shocked in his heart and said with a bitter smile: "People at the foot of the mountain feel that they are thousands of miles away from the Fuji Sect, but in the eyes of you and me, it is not that far away. You think there will only be two people, so you dare to commit it?" With such a big situation? Can you control this plan?"

Lu Tai groaned, "It seems that your master and disciple want to eat alone."

The man's face was pretending to be calm, but he was already scolding his mother in his heart.

Lu Tai joked: "Isn't it embarrassing? You can't afford the reward I want, but fighting with two foreigners like us could ruin decades of hard work?"

After being told what was on his mind, the man's face turned murderous, "Are you really determined to intervene to the end, and are you not afraid of both being destroyed?!"

The man was filled with anger, "It's true as you said, Master and I can't give you enough benefits, but having said that, what's the benefit of you interfering? The ghost baby was raised by my Master using a unique secret method. It's the only one in the world, not to mention that the ghost baby has already recognized its owner, so I took ten thousand steps back and said, "I'll take it away from you by chance, will you be able to feed it?!"

Lu Tai turned over his bamboo fan and tapped the beam lightly with the end, feeling very relaxed and comfortable. "You are not allowed to do some upright and kind deeds."

The man was almost furious and his lips were trembling. If the woman with ulterior motives had not been present at the scene, any slight damage would have affected the growth of the ghost baby after birth, and would have ruined the Master's plan for the future. If it were not for all kinds of concerns, he would have really I want to fight this guy to the death with all my strength.

Lu Tai added fuel to the fire and said, "Aren't you going to feel bored now? How can you thank me?"

This time it was the man's turn to turn livid, no better than those people from Flying Eagle Castle who had been poisoned by the evil secret technique.

Lu Tai suddenly lost his interest in chatting. He put away his bamboo fan and poured out snow-white pills from his sleeve into the palm of his hand. Then he threw them into the braziers burning pine and cypress. It was not that the man with the whisk didn't want to stop him, but the exaggerated The huge flying sword appeared again, falling from the sky again and again. After sinking into the ground, it emerged from the sky again, making it difficult to dodge.

Then the real murderous intention flashed away.

The whisk man almost got hit, and shouted angrily. Only the long handle of "Wuyou" was left on the whisk, and all the snow-white threads fell off, turning into countless white snakes with wings, spinning rapidly, buzzing, piercing the eardrums, and densely packed. Keep him in the middle.

The man touched his cheek and saw a bloody groove deep enough to show the bone. If he hadn't turned his head quickly enough, he might have been stabbed through the head with a sword.

Two natal flying swords!

He is also proficient in formations!

And he is so brazen that he claims to have learned formation techniques that are unparalleled in the world!

Lu Tai sneered, "You can't blame others for falling into a trap."

On the big pillars, those silver runes shone brightly, and then pulled each other, weaving a hall into a web.

The fishing lines of this fishing net are exactly those suspended words and patterns.

In the fishing net, apart from the man who accidentally drew the ground as a prison, there were also Lu Tai's two natal flying swords, Needlepoint and Maimang.

Lu Tai floated down from the beam, no longer paying attention to the cage, and walked towards the pale-faced wife of the castle owner. The woman's eyes were dull, she was sweating profusely, and there was a faint fishy smell coming from the seat.

Passing by the woman in the center of the hall, this woman who had secretly become a martial artist in the Four Realms was already able to hold the haggard and dull-looking young man in her arms.

After Lu Tai threw the handful of beads into the brazier, bursts of snow-white dust were raised and dispersed in all directions. After being inhaled by the Huan family of Feiyingbao, the young and old, their rosy complexions gradually returned. However, everyone's body was fine, but their souls were greatly damaged. , it is inevitable to lose Yangshou.

The woman suddenly turned her head and asked sternly at the back of the landing platform: "Why did you say those words? You are also the culprit!"

Lu Tai turned his head, glanced at her, and asked with a smile: "How about I kill you two now, and it's all over, without any worries?"

The woman hugged the boy and quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at Lu Tai again.

Lu Tai walked up to the castle owner's wife, clasped his hands behind his back, and bent down to look at her, "You have very little life left, so you will die anyway. Now it depends on whether you choose to die a worthy death, or to be killed by the people." ”

In Lu Tai's eyes, the woman's seemingly beautiful face was already torn to pieces, with ravines and crisscrossed ravines, and strands of black death energy seeping out of it. Her eyes, which were very smart and moist in the eyes of an ordinary woman, were even darker.

The pampered woman was stunned and unresponsive.

Lu Tai smiled and said: "Stop pretending. I know you have come back to your senses. Now that you have regained your consciousness and still have the energy to make your own choice, I will respect your wishes. After half a stick of incense, you will be dead." By yourself, I won’t be polite to you anymore.”

Huan Yang was about to stand up and speak when Lu Tai waved his sleeves and his five senses were instantly blocked. He sat there like a well-behaved puppet, but his eyes were full of pain and pleading.

The woman slowly raised her head and murmured: "Can I not die?"

Lu Tai sighed and was speechless for a moment.

After a long silence, Lu Tai turned to face the door, leaned against the chair where the woman was sitting, and said softly: "Then live a little longer."

Outside the main building of Eagle Fort.

The sloppy old man watched helplessly as the roosters that ate glutinous rice and drank from the clear spring died one by one.

Huan Chang and Huan Shu happened to be with Taoist priests Huang Shang and Tao Xieyang today, because the two brothers and sisters did not want to hide in the "comfortable nest" of the main building or hide under the wings of the "Taipingshan Immortal Master". Since the old man was still walking outside, the brothers and sisters wanted to help him.

The old man raised his head and glanced at the sea of ​​black clouds that kept pressing down. He gritted his teeth and resorted to pressing the bottom of the box. He took out two large white bowls, holding one in each hand. He turned to his brother and sister and said, "I want to borrow two or three ounces of your blood." , so that we can invite the two stone lions at the entrance of your Huan Family Ancestral Hall. These are the things that your grandfather and the master asked for back then, and they are the real trump card of Feiying Castle."

The old man raised his hands and said in a deep voice: "Hurry, then we rush to the ancestral hall! We can't delay it!"

Huan Chang and Huan Shu looked at each other, then without hesitation drew a knife and cut the palms of their hands, and the pieces flowed into the white bowl in the old Taoist's palm.

The old man flipped his wrist and the two white bowls disappeared out of thin air. "There may be ghosts and evil things blocking you along the way. I may not care about you. The four of you are so self-sufficient that you even have to help me clean the road. Even if you die, no one will help you." Collect the corpse, so you have to decide now whether to go or not."

The two brothers and sisters, the two friends, nodded at the same time.

The old man shouted softly, "Let's go!"

As expected by the old Taoist, the hidden things lurking throughout the Flying Eagle Castle seemed to understand the old Taoist's intention, and finally stopped hiding and started pouring out one after another.

A young man in white robe suddenly appeared on a roof, standing on the top of a raised eaves, looking up into the distance. The direction he was looking at was the old Taoist group who had jumped onto the ridge of the roof and rushed towards the ancestral hall.

Chen Pingan twisted a talisman on each fingertip of his hands, gently released it, and said silently: "The first day of the lunar month, the fifteenth day of the lunar month!"

Two sword lights carrying two talismans went to the Huan family ancestral hall at lightning speed, and instantly nailed the pagoda demon-suppressing talismans to two pillars.

Two balls of bright golden light suddenly exploded on the pillars,

Afterwards, two streaks of light returned to Chen Pingan, and two more yellow paper talismans were taken to two rooftops not far in front of the old Taoist.

The last round trip, on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, brought two more demon-suppressing charms to help the sloppy old man clear the way.

Chen Ping'an had used up all the demon-suppressing talismans and no longer cared about what was going on at the ancestral hall.

Walking around the rivers and lakes, subduing demons and destroying demons, you have to take responsibility for life and death.

This is true for doing evil, and it is true for doing good.

Dark clouds are coming over the city.

It's like the sky is hanging low, making people feel that they are within reach. A few loud words in the streets can alarm the immortals in the sky.

Chen Pingan looked up.

The Jianghu people in Flying Eagle Castle couldn't see the scene above the black clouds, but he could see it.

An old man with a high crown and an unknown depth was sitting cross-legged on a red futon. He was mumbling something while driving the black sea of ​​clouds that just covered the boundary of the Flying Eagle Castle and falling into the world little by little. The time has come, the old man will bloodbath the Eagle Castle, absorb all the essence of flesh and blood, and feed the newborn ghost baby that is about to burst out of his heart.

Chen Ping'an began to flutter on the rooftops, and his figure flashed away at a very fast speed. Because he was wearing a white robe, it seemed like a snow-white rainbow stretched out.

He finally landed on the school martial arts field of Flying Eagle Castle, and there was no one except Chen Ping'an.

Chen Pingan lightly stamped his feet and took a deep breath.

Squat your knees slightly and slowly assume a majestic ancient boxing stance.

Cloud steaming Daze style.

The golden robe on Chen Ping'an's body that had been used as a blindfold also revealed its true appearance at this moment.

In golden robes, dragons roam.

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes, and the pure Qi in his body, using the Eighteen Stops Sword Qi method, flowed rapidly, like the water of a river rushing into the sea.

Chen Ping'an suddenly opened his eyes, raised his foot, and stomped it heavily.

Not only did the entire school martial arts field shake, countless weapons on the wooden racks fell to the ground, and the surrounding streets were filled with dust almost at the same time.

He punched the sky first.

Then came the punches.

It's Yunzheng Daze's boxing style, but the fist intention is like a god beating drums!

The old man surnamed Cui in Zhulou had never taught Chen Ping'an this kind of boxing technique.

Chen Pingan punched again and again and stamped his feet to use his strength.

The ground shook and rumbled, just like a cow turning over.

The old man once said that after realizing the Yunzheng Daze style, the first time this fist appeared in the world, it caused the rain curtain in the sky to fall back a hundred feet, and he did not dare to touch the human world.

Chen Ping'an didn't think too much. He just wanted the rolling sea of ​​clouds at this moment to be the same as the heavy rain curtain above the old man's head. Before my boxing skills, they all should go back to the sky!

Before I knew it, there was no one in front of me.