Sword of Coming

Outside the Huan family ancestral hall, everyone managed to fight their way out. The sloppy old man used the secret technique taught by the old castle master Huan to cast a spell with two bowls containing the blood of the Huan family's heirs. The old man waited for a moment and fell slumped to the ground. , lost his mind and murmured: "Why is this, it shouldn't be like this..."

The Huan brothers and sisters, who were covered in blood, looked pale, and the young Taoist priest's lips trembled. "Those demons and ghosts used some sinister method to exhaust the spiritual energy contained in the two stone lions."

Tao Xieyang sat down on the ground and leaned on the ground with his knife.

The old Taoist turned his head and looked at the sea of ​​clouds beyond the school martial arts field. The mountains were sinking, fists were fighting against the enemy, and there were swords blazing across the sea of ​​clouds.

The old man had a faint hope, struggled to stand up, and said to the four young people: "You four, leave Eagle Castle quickly. You escorted me here earlier, and now it is my turn to escort you children. You should leave some blood and incense for the Huan family of Feiying Castle, don’t hesitate, leave this place as soon as possible, go as far as possible, and don’t think about revenge in the future!"

Tao Xieyang showed no sign of getting up. He looked up at the Huan woman he had loved for many years and said hoarsely: "Huan Shu, you and Huan Chang can go together. I want to stay here. After traveling all over the country for so many years, I'm really tired. I won’t leave today.”

When the young Taoist priest was about to speak, Tao Xieyang shook his head and said, "Huang Shang, don't try to persuade me, I have already made up my mind!"

The old Taoist sighed, and together with his apprentice and the Huan brothers and sisters, they headed towards the nearby North Gate of Flying Eagle Castle.

Tao Xieyang sat cross-legged, facing the door of the ancestral hall, and began to wipe the long knife with his sleeves.

Huang Shang ran with his master and the others, his vision was hazy, and he never dared to look back at the young warrior.

Huan Shu suddenly turned her head and looked at the desolate back of the familiar man. She couldn't bear it. Thousands of words in her heart disappeared as soon as she reached her mouth.

Between life and death, the truest temperament.

The young woman was dragged away by her brother and did not stay any longer.

Tao Xieyang lowered his head, stared at the face reflected by the bright blade, and twitched the corner of his mouth, still not liking it.

When the ghost baby was stabbed to death by a bamboo fan from Lu Tai, the wails could be heard in the hall of the main building. On the sea of ​​black clouds outside the building, the two flying swords were still flying wildly, and the tall-crowned old man appeared again. , his face was extremely ugly, and he was so angry that even the crown of the Five Sacred Mountains began to tremble, and the sea of ​​clouds that had almost submerged the ridge of the roof was rolling like boiling water.

The old man yelled angrily towards the main building: "Trash, trash! What's the point of keeping you?!"

The tall-guan old man stretched out a hand and clenched it suddenly.

In the lobby, the whisk man was struggling to deal with the two flying swords. At the beginning of his learning, he had been controlled by the old man with the master's secret method. At this moment, his heart exploded without warning, and then his soul was shattered and his flesh and bones were separated in an instant. All the blood was cleanly peeled off and turned into a large group of scarlet blood cells, which rushed outwards regardless of the cost. A sea-viewing Qi sea burst had already destroyed the talisman array occupied by Lu Taijiu. , it was blown to pieces and was on the verge of collapse. When the blood spurted out, it was like a tired bird returning to its nest, trying to fly towards the old man Yunhai outside the building.

Lu Tai frowned and retracted the needle tip to prevent it from being contaminated by the dirty blood. At that time, it would not be as easy as consuming heavenly materials and earthly treasures. He no longer poured spiritual energy into the talisman array, so the blood stretched out like a stream. The long and slender river spread from the lobby to the tall-crowned old man above the sea of ​​clouds, pouring into the old man's palm.

The old man had a full stomach like a hungry man, his eyes were filled with blood, he waved his sleeves with both hands, and two streams of bright red Qi surged out from the big sleeves. For a moment, a strong wind blew, and on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, two flying swords flew everywhere in the sea of ​​clouds. drift.

The old man with a high crown looked ferocious, looking down at the central mountain that had not touched the ground, and said angrily: "Struggle to the death! I was thinking about the ghost baby being born, but I lost my appetite, so I pressed you under the mountain millstone and squeezed out the essence bit by bit. Blood, since everything has stopped for me now, I don’t need to be so particular about it! Go to hell!”

Lu Tai had already arrived at the observation deck of the main building of Flying Eagle Castle. He flew two flying swords towards the old man Yunhai and laughed heartily: "Old thief! I have been waiting for this day in Taipingshan for a long time!"

The old man's expression hardened, and then he laughed wildly and said, "Even if I die here today, I will still be buried with you two genius monks from Taiping Mountain!"

The old man waved his sleeves with one hand, trying his best to stop the assassination of the four flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. He made a fist with the other hand and smashed it down fiercely, "You little bastard, are you going to die?!"

Lu Tai's eyes changed slightly, and he muttered "go" silently. A colorful ribbon flashed from the upper balcony, and together with the demon-binding rope wrapped around the mountain like a golden dragon, it was lifted up together. It was absolutely This central mountain cannot be allowed to merge with the other four mountains that are rooted in the earth. When the five mountains form an array, Chen Ping'an, not to mention a martial artist of the fourth realm, or a sixth realm physique, will probably be crushed alive into a puddle of flesh.

Lu Tai shouted angrily, "Raise for me!"

The mountain peak began to rise a few feet higher.

"Who doesn't know how to fight hard?!" The tall-crowned old man was worthy of being a ruthless mountain cultivator. He laughed wantonly and stood up. After putting away the futon, his lower body immediately began to rot like dead wood, and ashes continued to float. The old man still didn't care, and rushed to the middle mountain. After his feet touched the top of the mountain, he pressed down suddenly, causing the mountain peak restrained by the colorful belt and the golden demon-binding rope to successfully press to the bottom!

When the Zhongyue landed, the entire Eagle Castle began to tremble, so much so that cracks began to appear in the mountains outside the castle.

The golden demon-binding rope slid along the mountain to the ground. The old man Gaoguan laughed, stretched out his hand to grab the demon-binding rope, and held it in the palm of his hand.

When the five mountains gathered together, the formation was completed. On the balcony, Lu Tai spit out a mouthful of blood, staggered forward for a few steps, finally held on to the railing, moved his fingers slightly, and said with difficulty: "Come back..."

The colorful belt that originally bound Zhongyue also lost its brilliance and began to return to its original shape. Then it flew towards the main building. The old man's eyes lit up. He stretched out his arm again and grabbed the colorful belt in his hand. He had just obtained the demon-binding rope. And this colorful ribbon, which was undoubtedly a magic weapon at a glance, was in his pocket. There is no limit to the way. Although he still suffered a big loss this time, at least he did not lose all his money.

The old man sat cross-legged again, and the futon appeared out of thin air. After this battle, the Five Mountains Crown on his head had lost its spiritual energy.

On the other side of the sea of ​​clouds above the head, only the two flying swords of the sword cultivator in the main building, one big and one small, were still struggling. The two pocket flying swords from before, the old man Gaoguan had actually been secretly observing, and successfully crushed the two flying swords in Zhongyue. After the golden-robed boy, the flying sword fell to the ground and landed in two alleys in the distance. It was probably destroyed, which was a pity.

Today's great revenge was avenged, and the old man felt a little happy. Firstly, he could no longer support the Five Mountains True Form Formation. Secondly, he had to quickly peel off the golden robe from the young man's corpse, and then quickly left the Flying Eagle Castle to avoid being frightened by the Fuji Sect. Or the old bastard from Taiping Mountain can stop and kill him, otherwise he will become a lost dog again like he did back then.

At this point, there is still no golden elixir or Yuan Ying Ancestor in Taiping Mountain to take action. It seems that the two cubs, one dead and one injured, were too much and gave themselves a chance to leave safely. However, the two young people are definitely He is the most outstanding direct disciple of Taiping Mountain, and maybe he is the proud disciple of the mountain master, so he has the courage to walk around the world with such a magic weapon.

If he hadn't formed an undying feud with Taipingshan a long time ago, I might have avoided its edge long ago.

The old man Gaoguan silently recited the mantra "Collect the Mountain", and the five peaks rose instantly from the ground, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally returned to the crown of the Five Mountains.

The old man waved his sleeves to control the sea of ​​clouds, blocking Lu Tai's two flying swords.

While sitting cross-legged on the futon, he smiled and descended to the school martial arts field.

There was a pool of dazzling gold on the ground, like a piece of golden clothing accidentally dropped from a bamboo pole, spread randomly on the ground.

Obviously a magic weapon was at his fingertips, but the old man with a high crown changed his face drastically. He clapped his hands in the air, and the whole person and the futon suddenly rose into the sky. After a series of battles, and with the exhaustion of the old man's own spiritual energy, the black sea of ​​clouds was completely destroyed. Madness flocked to the old man.

The golden touch on the school martial arts field jumped up from the pit just big enough for one person to lie down, and shouted loudly: "Lu Tai, lend me the tip of the needle!"

Lu Tai was not surprised at all. With a slight thought, the tip of the huge flying sword appeared at Chen Ping'an's feet.

Lu Tai had actually discovered clues about his previous "fall" from the 15th day of the lunar month. Chen Pingan said that they were natal flying swords, but they were not his natal items. Therefore, if Chen Pingan was really dead, he would kill the enemy even more desperately on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Only if Chen Pingan faked his death, would he deliberately let the two flying swords act.

Later, the demon-binding rope also "pretended to be dead", and Lu Tai had to endure it very hard not to laugh out loud.

Lu Tai followed suit and suddenly lost control of the colorful belt, allowing the old man Gaoguan to take it away.

The old man's castration was very fast, but on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, which had been hiding nearby, the attack was even faster.

One to the left and one to the right, they instantly pierced the futon, causing the Gaoguan old man's escape speed to slow down slightly.

There was also Lu Tai's Feijian Maimang blocking them at high altitude.

The most important thing is that Lu Tai's colorful belt and Chen Ping'an's golden demon-binding rope came to life again, and at the same time bound the Gaoguan old man's arms, like two pythons wrapping around his body.

Chen Ping'an stepped on the tip of the flying sword, chased the old man Gaoguan and Yunhai, and flew away.

Journey with the sword!

Although under the suppression of the mountains, he used Lutai's ribbons to delay time, and Chen Ping'an had already identified the biggest pothole. Before punching, he stamped his feet to crack the ground and temporarily opened up a large pit for lying down. Chen Ping'an, who escaped being shattered to pieces, was pressed down by the majestic air machine of the Five Sacred Mountains. It was as if he was in a sealed coffin. Chen Ping'an didn't feel comfortable at all. Several of his ribs had been broken. If he hadn't been used to it in the Bamboo House If you don't do this, you can only watch the old man Gaoguan leave.

Before Chen Pingan stepped on the sword and "flyed up", he used the sword master's method of controlling the sword to hold the long sword "Infatuated" that he had thrown aside in the palm of his hand.

There are colorful ribbons and demon-binding ropes binding the old man's two coins, and these two objects can break through the cover of the sea of ​​clouds, and accurately pull three flying swords to pierce the futon.

This allowed Chen Ping'an, who was wielding a sword for the first time, to quickly catch up with the old man Gaoguan and strike the guy in the back of the head with his sword.

The old man really tried his best to pull Yunhai forward and speed up, and finally managed to dodge the sword. However, the sword energy overflowed and still left a blood groove on the head of Gaoguan Old Man.

Going up to the balcony, Lu Tai gritted his teeth and said the word "flower" again, his green shirt fluttering, and Yu Feng chased after him.

The speed is even faster than the tip of a flying sword.

Lu Tai drew an arc in the air, and in a dozen blinks of an eye, he quickly intercepted the path of the tall-guan old man in the Dragon Gate Realm.

The old man had suffered so much that he didn't dare to push through and turned around. As a result, he was pierced by the young man in gold robe who was too slow to move his sword twice. He was heartbroken!

And this sword is extremely weird.

The vitality and spiritual energy suddenly disappeared and were absorbed by the long sword that passed through the body.

The old man stopped and the sea of ​​clouds under the futon hovered.

He looked down at the tip of the sword and smiled sadly.

The ones who took my life were not those four flying swords.

The person who helped this long sword take my life turned out to be just a square-inch talisman that I despised.

Now, how come these little guys from the Zongzitouxian family are more cunning and cunning than us Shanze wild cultivators?

Chen Pingan originally wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory and throw another punch to break the head of the old man Gaoguan. However, Lu Tai almost screamed in his heart to remind Chen Pingan. With the help of the flying sword needle, he quickly retreated, farther and farther away. good.

The old man with a high crown supported the crooked Wuyue crown on his head, and did not pull out the "Infatuated Heart" that pierced his heart. He looked at Lu Tai with a sad smile.

His hands were still tightly bound by the two swords and magic weapons, trying their best to restrict the flow of the old man's spiritual energy.

The futon was in pieces, with dozens of holes poked out by three flying swords, and air was leaking from everywhere.

Lu Tai stood opposite the old man Gaoguan, with lingering fears. At that time, he deliberately called himself a monk from Taiping Mountain in order to scare away this old guy. Who would have thought that as soon as he heard that he was from Taiping Mountain, he would bite people like a mad dog. Chen Pingan's situation at that time, It is a veritable life hanging by a thread.

Lu Tai calmed his mind and said calmly: "We are actually not Taipingshan monks."

The old man twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "I just figured it out, Taiping Mountain can't teach you two little kids."

The sea of ​​clouds in all directions gradually dissipated, returning to the heaven and earth without success.

The fight between gods and gods always takes place in the sky.

But joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, are mostly found in the human world.

There was an eerie atmosphere in the hall of the main building of Flying Eagle Castle.

The castle master Huan Yang was already moving freely, but he didn't even glance at the woman's body on the chair next to him.

The old housekeeper He Ya glanced at the castle master's wife with complicated eyes. He couldn't bear it and stopped talking, but Huan Yang stopped her with a cold and stern look.

Huan Yang put one hand on the handle of the chair and said in a deep voice: "No one should publicize what happened in the lobby today. Anyone who dares to reveal a word will not only be punished by the family law, but also implicate everyone in the room and have their hands and feet broken." , expel them all from Flying Eagle Castle!"

Huan Yang did not turn his head, but casually tapped the chair next to him with his finger, "Madam became ill due to overwork and died of a serious illness..."

Huan Yang paused briefly and said in a cold voice: "After death, the memorial tablet will not be placed in my Huanshi Ancestral Hall! You are not allowed to be buried in..."

Everyone in the lobby remained silent, not daring to question anything.

Old Master He Ya finally couldn't help it. He took a step forward, interrupted the second half of Huan Yang's sentence, and said sadly: "Fortmaster, my wife is at fault, but I hope that the castle master will see that my wife has taken care of her husband, raised her children, and managed the family business in these years." For your sake, please allow your wife to be buried in the back mountain, Lord of the castle, even if I, He Ya, beg you..."

At the end of the story, this old steward who devoted his whole life to Flying Eagle Castle and preached to groups of children and solved their doubts actually burst into tears.

Huan Yang was furious and slapped the handle of the chair so hard that the whole chair broke and collapsed in an instant. His face was gloomy, he thought for a moment, and coldly snorted: "We will discuss this later!"

Huan Yang, who had always been kind to others, was now like a hungry eagle and a hungry falcon. He looked around and saw that everyone's scalp was numb and they didn't dare to look at him and lowered their heads.

"It's hard to say whether Flying Eagle Castle can survive. Don't leave here for the time being. Anyone who dares to leave the gate without authorization, He Ya, kill him!"

After Huan Yang said these words, he left the lobby alone, climbed up the stairs, and finally came to the place that even his father named "Shang Balcony" for some reason. A man who had never been so hard-hearted in his life looked up into the distance. , trying to see the outcome of that battle early, but unfortunately his martial arts cultivation was mediocre and his eyesight was limited, so he couldn't see any clues. He could only vaguely see the sea of ​​clouds dispersing and the light of the sword looming across the sky.

Huan Yang lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "If the ghost baby is born and is as powerful as they say, it would be great if I, the Flying Eagle Castle, have full control over it!"

The old Taoist led the three of them to successfully escape from the Flying Eagle Castle and headed deep into the mountains to the north. This trip was incredibly smooth and smooth, with no major twists and turns except for sporadic ghosts and ghosts that came out to disrupt the situation.

Not to mention the three young people who survived the disaster, even the old Taoist himself found it unimaginable.

For a moment, the four of them felt like they were in another world.

Standing on the hillside, Huan Chang suddenly said: "I want to go back."

The sloppy old man nodded secretly. With this in mind, regardless of whether it was childish or not, he could hope to help the Huan family regain its strength in the future.

If he only focused on running away in a hurry, the old man would not look down on the woman Huan Shu, but he would sincerely look down on the grandson of brother Huan.

The original dark sea of ​​clouds has dispersed. Although it is still difficult to say that Flying Eagle Castle is out of the dead end, it is a good sign after all.

The old Taoist raised his eyes and roughly observed the atmosphere using the Shanmen Taoist method. The rich Yin Qi in the Flying Eagle Castle had almost completely dissipated.

So he comforted Huan Chang, "Don't be in a hurry to go back. The situation seems to have turned to our side now. You must not cause trouble at this time."

Huan Chang clenched the handle of the knife at his waist, veins popped out on the back of his hand, and said gloomily: "My parents are still in danger, but I, the son, have to stand by and watch, and I am not the son of a human being!"

The old man laughed dumbly, without any impatience, and patiently explained: "Fearless sacrifice is not true courage. Huan Chang, to be a man like your grandfather, you can only do it when there is no retreat and the righteousness lies." That feat of splitting the Lingguan statue with a knife! Even we practitioners who live in seclusion on the mountain, after hearing this, would also like to praise it and call it a hero. This kind of courage is not the courage of an ordinary man, nor is it to die in vain."

Huan Chang nodded silently.

This young warrior, who had high hopes from his family, did not have a bad temper after all. If he was not tolerant, as the next master of Flying Eagle Castle, he would not be able to tolerate Tao Xieyang, a foreigner who was prospering in Flying Eagle Castle.

Huan Shu gently pulled Huan Chang's sleeve.

Huan Chang raised his head and smiled, "I'm fine, don't worry."

The old man was a little relieved.

Such a world has its own flavor.

The young Taoist priest Huang Shang murmured: "Master, can those two foreigners really kill that demon in the sky?"

The old Taoist didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sighed: "The person who has the ability to arrange such a big situation and reverse the fortune of a hundred miles is most likely a big demon in the Golden Core Realm. That skill of moving mountains, let alone Master me. , even your master, who is so talented, couldn't do anything at the peak of his cultivation. If those two young people can drive away the powerful enemy, they will be lucky, and there is no need to expect to successfully kill the enemy. .”

After getting out of danger, the old man's tense heartstrings relaxed, and he suddenly looked depressed. Today's battle made this mountain Taoist really exhausted mentally and physically.

The old Taoist leaned against a big tree, "Unless a great monk from Fuji Sect comes after hearing the news, and he must be of high seniority, it will be difficult to stop the demonic giant who controls the sea of ​​clouds."

The three of them had heavy expressions on their faces. Huan Shu bit her lip, feeling particularly complicated.

My parents are still in trouble, and there is a fool waiting for death outside the ancestral hall.

Even if she and her brother managed to survive, their future would still be bleak. Huan Shu really didn't know where to go.

Huang Shang looked sad.

I have been cultivating Taoism hard for several years, and I didn't dare to slack off for a moment. I thought that I had achieved a small degree of success in Taoism, and it was easy to encounter mountains and rivers. However, I almost lost my life when I thought that I was just in this paradise-like Flying Eagle Castle.

The old man broke the dull atmosphere, took a big breath, and smiled, "But don't worry, as long as the devil returns in vain this time, it will definitely attract the attention of the Fuji Sect. The devil will never dare to make trouble again within a hundred years. , Fuqi Sect has two immortals who are Taoist lovers. Once they are offended, it will be easy for either of them to go down the mountain and kill the demon!"

The old man didn't seem to be relieved. He turned his hands and said with a smile, "Easy as a piece of cake!"

Outside the ancestral hall, Tao Xieyang was worried.

But they are not worried that Flying Eagle Castle will become a purgatory on earth.

Rather, he was worried that the ancestor of his family who had been thrown into this place when he was young would suffer too much in this battle, preventing him from growing up step by step to become the number one grandmaster in the Chenxiang Kingdom.

He wants to take the beauty he likes into his arms. He really likes Huan Shu, who he watched transform from a little girl to a young girl and then to a graceful woman.

Beauty, he wants it. He also wants the Jianghu.

I can’t believe that I will have the opportunity to go to the top of the mountain to see the scenery in the future.

Occasionally, he used the opportunity of traveling around the world for the Huan family to meet his ancestor in private. The ancestor once taught him that as long as he likes something, he should hold it in his own hands. If he really can't, Either don't think too much about it, or just destroy it.

Tao Xieyang thought so.

There was no one around. Tao Xieyang, who had taken off his mask, had a gloomy expression. He put away his cluttered thoughts. In the end, he felt that the pair of useless stone lions were an eyesore. He slashed them with two swords, splitting the two stone lions in half. Fall to the ground.

After venting his frustration, the young man immediately realized that he had done a bad job. Once the ancestor's plan failed, he had to retreat to his lair to recuperate. His angry behavior could easily reveal clues, and that damn old guy could spot it. What, so the thoughtful Tao Xieyang stepped forward quickly, using the handle of the knife poured with pure zhenqi to smash the stone lion statue that fell to the ground bit by bit.

Then he walked quickly towards the main building of Flying Eagle Castle, and slapped himself on the chest with a palm on the way, until blood splattered from his mouth, and then he gave up.

The mountains are dangerous and windy people can easily fall. The rivers and lakes are dangerous and the water is deep and the boat can easily capsize.

The ups and downs of people's hearts are the most difficult to calm down.

How difficult it is to be calm and sincere.