Sword of Coming

The country of Jingnan is densely covered with rivers, and the two riders are still traveling day and night.

But how to go from Jingnan Kingdom to Beiyan Kingdom is a bit troublesome, because a series of wars started on the border between the two countries not long ago. It was Beiyan who took the initiative. Many light cavalry, ranging from a few hundred to a thousand riders, entered in large numbers. Guan attacked and harassed, and there were almost no cavalry in the north of Jingnan who could fight with them in the wild, so they could only retreat to the city. Therefore, the border passes between the two countries have been closed. Under this situation, any warrior traveling will become a target.

However, the two riders decided to choose the border mountain road to cross the border.

Considering the previous infiltration of Wuling Kingdom scouts into Jingnan Kingdom, Sui Jingcheng seemed to have some understanding.

At dusk that day, they rode up the hillside and saw a village built along the water, with fires everywhere.

Just when Sui Jingcheng thought that his senior would watch from afar for a while and then take a detour, a horseman was already galloping downhill and heading straight for the village. Sui Jingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then he accelerated his horse to keep up.

After entering the village, it was like a hell-like scene on earth. There were tortured corpses everywhere. Most of the women were half-clothed. Many young and strong men died of excessive blood loss after their limbs were poked with bloody holes by spears. The struggle to climb revealed bloodstains along the way, as well as many broken limbs cut by sharp blades. Many children met a particularly miserable end.

Sui Jingcheng turned over and dismounted, squatting on the ground and retching.

Chen Pingan closed his eyes and listened. After a while, "There are no survivors."

Sui Jingcheng didn't listen at all, he just felt that his bile was about to vomit out.

Chen Ping'an squatted down, picked up the blood-soaked soil, kneaded it gently, and threw it on the ground. He stood up, looked around, then jumped up to the ridge of the roof, looking at the footsteps and horse hoof marks around him. His eyes kept looking further and further, and finally fell to the ground. Behind the ground, Chen Ping'an took off the sword gourd and handed it to Sui Jingcheng. Then he handed the horse's reins to Sui Jingcheng, "We can follow and catch up. Remember to protect yourself. You may not be safe if you stay here alone. Try your best. Follow me, and when the horse's legs are weak, switch to another horse."

Chen Pingan swept away.

Sui Jingcheng got on his horse, suppressed his dizziness, and galloped wildly.

Fortunately, the man in green shirt did not deliberately use all his strength to catch up, but still took care of the leg strength of Sui Jingcheng's mount.

About half an hour later, I heard the sound of horse hooves in a shallow valley.

The senior kept walking, "I've caught up. Don't worry about hurting the horse. Just keep up with me. It's best not to stay two hundred steps away. But be careful, no one knows what accident will happen."

Sui Jingcheng jumped on the back of another horse, tied around her waist the sword gourd that her senior had placed on her side, and began to charge forward.

The elite cavalrymen of the frontier army had iron rules about washing their horses' noses and feeding them with food and fodder.

In this half-way and half-stream valley, the light cavalry should have stopped for a while, not long after they set off.

Someone in the group of cavalrymen on the tail of the light cavalry happened to turn their heads. After seeing the ethereal figure flying over in blue clothes with no face, they were stunned for a moment, and then roared at the top of their lungs: "Martial men are attacking!"

Dressed in green shirts, they arrived in an instant like blue smoke. A dozen well-trained elite knights had just turned their horses and were about to raise their bows and crossbows. The standard swords on the waists of the two knights were unsheathed for some unknown reason. In an instant, two The heads flew high into the sky, and the two headless corpses fell onto the backs of horses.

The green shirt never touched the ground. He just bent down and moved around on the horse again and again, holding a knife in both hands.

In the blink of an eye, twenty of the horsemen were hacked to death, all with one knife, either cutting them off at the waist, or splitting them open at the head.

The elite cavalry of the Beiyan Kingdom began to disperse quickly, abandoning their bows and crossbows for swords, and some began to take out armor from their armor pouches and put them on themselves.

There was a fine knight who looked like a general, flying over with a long spear in his hand, and stabbed the man in green shirt quickly with his spear. The latter was stabbing the knight next to him on the neck with the tip of his knife, and just sheathed the knife. Taking advantage of the situation, he wanted to lean back and kill the knight behind him, but Chang Yan just calculated the opponent's move accurately.

Sui Jingcheng was about to shout to be careful, but quickly shut up.

The next moment, Sui Jingcheng saw the man in green shirt turning sideways in the air, walking forward, and crashing into the long spear, letting the spear stab him in the heart, and then swept forward, The knight shouted angrily, and even though his palms were bloody and bloody, he still refused to let go. However, the long sticks continued to slip from his palms one after another. Under the fierce friction, bones must be visible in his palms. The knight knew that something was wrong and finally wanted to give up. He had a long hair passed down from his ancestors, but suddenly, the man in green shirt was already bending down and standing on the horse's head. The next moment, a knife pierced his neck, instantly piercing it.

The man suddenly stood up, and the long knife in his right hand pierced the knight's neck. Not only that, the hand holding the knife was raised high, and the knight's entire body was taken away from the horse.

On top of the war horse, the Beiyan Kingdom's standard sword in the hand of the green-shirted man has almost penetrated the knight's neck, revealing a large section of the sharp edge. Because the sword was drawn out too fast, it reached the point where there was no trace of blood. situation.

Chen Ping'an suddenly put away his knife, rolled the body off his horse, and smashed it to the ground.

Taking this opportunity, the cavalrymen of Beiyan Kingdom launched a round of bow and crossbow shooting.

Chen Ping'an held the knife in both hands, his green shirt shook, and all the arrows shattered in the air.

The war horse under his feet instantly broke his legs and knelt down. The green shirt was almost invisible. Only the two bright sword lights were shining everywhere, just like the firelight in the village, it was chaotic and disorderly, but there were dead people everywhere.

Two hundred elite riders from Beiyan, two hundred incomplete corpses.

Chen Ping'an stood on the back of a war horse, dropped the two long knives in his hands on the ground, and looked around, "You followed us all the way, and you finally found such an opportunity, and why don't you show up?"

In the creek where the water was no more than the knees, a head appeared unexpectedly, covered with a snow-white mask, ripples appeared in waves, and finally there was a man in black robe standing over there, a smiling voice oozing from the edge of the mask, "What a handsome swordsmanship. "

At the same time, several assassins in black clothes and white masks floated down from the cliffs.

There is a graceful woman, holding a gouache box in one hand, holding an orchid finger, and applying makeup on her fair neck.

One person had his hands hidden in his sleeves.

There was a man squatting beside the corpse of the knight, placing his fingers between the eyebrows of the head.

There was a man who was as tall as a hill and carried a huge bow on his back.

The only man in black robe standing on the water smiled and said: "Start working to make money, and make a quick decision. Don't delay the Sword Immortal's journey to hell."

The assassin who put makeup on his neck said in a charming voice: "I know, I know."

She put away the gouache box in her sleeves, shook her sleeves with both hands, and drew two shining daggers, with densely carved ancient talisman patterns carved on them.

As she slowly rushed forward, two identical women appeared on the left and right sides, and then two more appeared out of thin air, seemingly endlessly.

More than a hundred women holding daggers were overwhelming, swarming towards the young man in green shirt from all directions.

However, only one person left the battlefield, flicking water, constantly changing trajectories, and rushed towards Sui Jingcheng who was sitting on horseback. However, a sword light from the sword gourd penetrated her head, and with a bang, the woman's body turned into a ball. Cyan smoke.

That real battlefield.

One by one, women were beaten to pieces and turned into smoke.

But every woman and every dagger is extremely sharp, and it is definitely not a false cover-up. Not only that, the women seem to be covered in hidden weapons, which is hard to guard against.

If that person hadn't been a thick-skinned Golden Body martial artist, an ordinary Sixth Realm martial artist, she would have died dozens of times just because of her skills.

This is the case with the magic of the Immortal family. Even if she is just a military monk in the sea-watching realm, she can win with quantity and restrain martial arts innately.

There are wonders in the world, and nothing is absolute.

The man in green shirt suddenly disappeared, came to a woman on the edge of the battlefield, and punched through the heart.

All the women suddenly stopped. She smiled miserably: "Why do you know that I am the real body? The powder box is obviously not in my sleeve..."

Chen Pingan frowned.

The next moment, the woman smiled coquettishly and turned into a puff of smoke, as did all the women. Finally, the smoke gathered in one place, thick smoke billowed, and a woman walked out slowly. She put her hands behind her back and rubbed her face. Rubbing his heart, he smiled and said: "You are looking for the right one. Unfortunately, as long as I can't kill them all in one go, I won't die. Are you annoyed, Sword Immortal?"

The woman held her hand behind her back and made a gesture.

The man nodded, and a large cloud of green smoke exploded from the woman's body, and each woman flew towards the green shirt again.

After one punch.

Chen Pingan stood where the women were standing, and almost all the women were shattered by the powerful fists of the cavalry.

Only a woman was left with blood seeping out from the gaps in her snow-white mask. She stretched out her fingers and pressed the mask heavily.

A short assassin squatting on the ground nodded and stood up, "It's done. I can't do it with you, I almost missed something."

The woman was obviously seriously injured, "If I hadn't delayed you in every possible way, could you have drawn the talisman formation?!"

Sui Jingcheng took out fifteen flying swords from the sword gourd on his waist.

The sword light went straight to one of the temples of the short formation master.

The short assassin who had previously hidden his hands in his sleeves had already twisted out a golden talisman while speaking to the female assassin, and said with a smile: "Since I know you are a swordsman, are you not prepared?"

When the man raised his two fingers, the talisman hovered beside him, waiting for the flying sword to fall into the trap.

Feijian Fifteen suddenly drew an arc and turned away, returning to the sword-raising gourd.

A flash of white rainbow flashed out from Chen Ping'an's eyebrows.

The sword flashed.

Unexpectedly, the man had already twisted the talisman with his other hand and raised it high. The flying sword seemed to be stuck in the mud, submerged into the talisman, and disappeared in a flash.

The golden talisman hovered in front of the short assassin and trembled slightly. The man smiled and said: "It's a good thing that I prepared an extra priceless sword talisman, otherwise I would really be dead. You swordsman, Why is he so insidious? The Sword Immortal is already the most lethal darling on the mountain, but he is still so deep in the city. How can we Qi practitioners survive? That’s why I’m very angry.”

In fact, after Feijian was trapped by the sword-holding talisman on the first day of the new year, a talisman array with flowing light appeared within a radius of five feet under Chen Ping'an's feet. The light rays intertwined like a chessboard, and then continued to shrink, but those strips The dazzling degree of the light becomes more and more exaggerated, like an immortal picking the purest essence of the sun and moonlight.

The short assassin who was a mountain formation master twitched his lips.

This formation has two great advantages. One is that the spiritual energy of the monks is stagnant. The other is that no matter whether the trapped person is a military monk with armor pills or a pure martial artist in the realm of refining gods, your body will be as tough as a mountain. , will be stuck to the soul and entangled by those crisscrossing light veins. The pain of this whipping is no longer a pain in the skin, similar to ordinary people or ordinary monks, suffering from the soul lighting lamp.

The formation master cursed a few times, then took out a pile of yellow paper talismans and hovered near the golden sword-making talisman. The spiritual light pulled it, and it seemed to be another small talisman formation.

The overall situation has been decided.

The man in a snow-white mask and black robe standing on the water glanced at the distribution of corpses on the battlefield, and then began to review the previous man's actions in his mind.

There's a little thing that needs to be confirmed.

Now it looks like it's coming to an end.

Under normal circumstances, if they meet such a golden elixir swordsman who is extremely good at fighting, if they meet in a hurry, they will only die early and die late. If one or two can escape, it will count as the other party is merciful.

But in the fight between the monks on the mountain, realm and magic weapon are naturally extremely important, but they are not absolute, and the combat power in the world is never a simple matter of one plus one.

He nodded towards the assassin who had been collecting his soul.

The latter stood up and began to perform Bugang Jue, reciting silently in his heart.

The green-shirted Sword Immortal in the talisman formation was already trapped in a restraint. He staggered, and his shoulders shook. Chen Ping'an had to use all his strength to raise his right hand slightly. He looked down and saw that the veins in his palm were covered with twisted black silk threads.

It seemed as if the entire arm had been imprisoned.

Chen Ping'an clenched his fist and shook it, but he still couldn't shake away those dark veins.

At the same time, the burly assassin took off his huge bow and drew it like a full moon.

The black-robed man on the river smiled and said: "Why do you need to hold incense in your left hand when entering a temple? The right hand has too much killing karma and is not suitable for worshiping Buddha. This unique skill is not easy for ordinary monks to see. If you are not afraid of the unexpected, In fact, I should use this Buddhist magical power to target you from the beginning."

An arrow with brilliance flowing all over the sky shot through the air.

Being held by the man's left hand, the momentum was so great that the blue-shirted swordsman had to turn his head to avoid the tip of the arrow. The fist of his left hand bloomed, broke the arrow, and fell to the ground.

The ever-shrinking chessboard under his feet finally contained numerous slender rays of light, like a living creature climbing up the wall, like a French net that instantly enveloped the green shirt.

The burly and strong man drew his bow and fired arrows without stopping. After six arrows passed by, they were all shot away by the man in green robe. The man in black robe on the river did not move at all, and shot away with a flash of sword light.

The man reached out and grasped the sharp flying sword with his left hand.

The flying sword of the dragon gate realm bottleneck sword cultivator is also a flying sword. What's more, just talking about the sharpness of the flying sword, it is no less than the ordinary golden elixir sword cultivator.

Because the man wanted to block and imprison the flying sword, even if he dodged a little, he was still shot through the left shoulder by an arrow. After the arrow penetrated the shoulder, the castration was still like a rainbow. This shows the power and ability of this fairy arrow. The outstanding physical strength of the bowman.

His right hand has been imprisoned by magical power, his left shoulder has been severely injured, and his soul is shaking due to the talisman array. The green-shirted swordsman has absolutely no power to fight back.

Sui Jingcheng burst into tears, slapped the sword gourd hard, and shouted: "Go and save your master, even if you give it a try."

But the sword gourd on her waist was silent.

It wasn't that Sui Jingcheng was afraid of dying, or that she was unwilling to gallop forward, but she knew that going would only increase the crisis for her seniors.

She began to hate her cold calculation.

Sui Jingcheng gritted his teeth, clamped his horse's belly, twisted out three golden hairpins, and started galloping forward. At worst, I would die first, and maybe I could save him from distracting himself. Naturally, the seniors will not be delayed in killing the enemy and escaping.

Chen Pingan, who was covered in blood and tortured in his soul, flicked his left hand and threw the flying sword in his hand that was about to become uncontrollable. He smiled and said, "That's all? Don't you have any trump cards?"

The assassin who used Buddhist magical power to imprison the right hand of the Blue Shirt Sword Immortal said in a deep voice: "Something is wrong! There is no living person who can be indifferent to this torture!"

Chen Pingan's right arm drooped, letting the talisman array cover him.

He stepped out and disappeared on the spot.

Kill the formation master first.

This is what Mao Xiaodong repeatedly warned after the thrilling battle in the capital of the Sui Dynasty.

The little man certainly knew his importance.

The ground escapes.

The flying swords of the men in black robes on the river and the flying swords and arrows of the men holding bows shot towards the place in front of the short formation master almost simultaneously.

However, the green shirt did not appear there. Instead, it moved slightly five or six steps away. His left hand grasped the woman's neck and lifted it up in the air. The woman died on the spot, and her soul was destroyed by the thick waves pouring like a flood. The anger instantly exploded.

Throwing the corpse in his hand towards the second arrow, Chen Ping'an stamped his foot and the earth trembled.

With a muffled groan, the formation master broke out of the ground and appeared behind the burly man. Chen Pingan casually waved his hand and shattered the sword talisman and the other yellow paper talismans.

Then he disappeared again.

One punch pierced the chest of the burly man wearing nectar armor in a black robe.

The left hand behind the heart just happened to grasp the formation master's face with five fingers, and the latter's whole head suddenly exploded.

The man in black robe on the river sighed, put away the flying sword, and quickly submerged into the water.

Only the Qi practitioner who could imprison one of the monk's arms with the amount of killing karma was left. His body slumped to the ground, and his soul turned into wisps of smoke and fled in all directions.

The flying swords came out together on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, quickly destroying the wisps of blue smoke.

Chen Ping'an's right arm was still drooping, his shoulders were swaying slightly, and he was staggering a little. He still took one or two steps to the stream, and stood where the black-robed man disappeared. There was a sword fairy in his hand, and he stabbed with a sword.

The entire stream burst into bloom, splashing countless water splashes.

But near the top of the mountain, there was a figure leaning against the cliff, suddenly leaping up and turning into a rainbow.

Chen Pingan let go of his hand, and the sword fairy in his hand pulled out a very long golden line and flew away.

Moreover, Chen Pingan looked around and squinted.

On the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, Feijian plundered from two acupoints back to Chen Ping'an Qi Mansion.

Chen Pingan's last sight fell on a stone cliff on the other side, and he walked slowly, "Do you really think I'm a three-year-old? You shouldn't have used the flying sword, otherwise I would have run away for you."

The snow-white masked man in black robes quickly emerged from the stone wall.

Both sides exchange flying swords.

Chen Pingan protected his heart with his left hand and held the flying sword between his fingers. The tip of the opponent's sword was only a millimeter away from his heart.

The other person's eyebrows and heart have been pierced by the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.

The flying sword held by Chen Ping'an's two fingers instantly dimmed, without any sword energy or spirituality.

Then he threw it out quickly.

The man in black robe, who still had a glimmer of energy but knew he would die, chose to commit suicide, blowing up all the key energy palaces without leaving any trace.

Chen Pingan swept out, drifted across the stream, stood on the bank, retracted the two flying swords, and punched away the chaotic ripples of Qi.

The sword fairy returns.

He was held by Chen Ping'an, holding the sword in his left hand, taking a deep breath, turning his head and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Sui Jingcheng rode forward, then turned over and dismounted.

Chen Pingan turned his head and said, "It's okay."

Sui Jingcheng blinked, and Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "The other party has no backup plan."

Tears welled up in Sui Jingcheng's eyes. Looking at the sword immortal in blue shirt covered in blood, she choked up and said: "Didn't I say that the battlefield has its own rules, and the rivers and lakes have its own rules? Why should you mind your own business? If you don't care about your own business, don't you?" , there would be no such war..."

Chen Ping'an squatted by the water, scooped up a handful of water with his left hand, and washed his face. The Sword Immortal stood beside him. He looked at the calm stream, gurgling, and said calmly: "I told you, when it comes to complicated things, Reason, why exactly? It’s for simple punches and swords.”

Sui Jingcheng squatted beside him, holding his face in his hands and sobbing softly.

Chen Ping'an said: "You are lucky. Go search the corpses of the assassins and the surrounding areas to see if there are any fairy magic weapons that you can pick up."

Sui Jingcheng burst into laughter, wiped his face, got up and ran to search for the loot.

After about a stick of incense, the two riders left the valley along the original road and headed for the village.

Chen Ping'an's body swayed slightly, and his arm had regained consciousness slightly.

Sui Jingcheng's expression improved a lot and he asked, "Senior, what are you doing back here?"

Chen Pingan said: "Let those people die with their bodies intact."

Sui Jingcheng nodded vigorously.

Then Sui Jingcheng felt a little guilty.

Chen Pingan said slowly: "It doesn't have to be like this. When manpower is exhausted, it's like your father standing by in the pavilion. There is nothing wrong with the matter itself, and no onlookers need to be harsh. However, some people, if things are not wrong and then ask questions, they will be It's a world of difference, Sui Jingcheng, I think you can have a clear conscience. Remember, everyone will have a moment of weakness when encountering a disaster. If you can survive, you don't need to feel too guilty afterwards, otherwise your mood will break sooner or later. "

Sui Jingcheng hesitated for a moment, then turned to look, "Senior, although you have gained a little, but after all, you have suffered such a serious injury, won't you regret it?"

Chen Pingan raised his left hand and pointed behind him, "You should ask them this kind of question."

Sui Jingcheng did not follow the fingers of the green-robed swordsman and turned to look at him. She just looked at him dreamily.

Over there in the village.

From dusk to late night to dawn.

The two riders slowly left and continued northbound.

Sui Jingcheng was silent for a long time. When he saw the senior taking off his sword gourd and drinking, he asked: "Senior, why are you willing to teach me so much along the way?"

Chen Ping'an didn't answer the question, "What do you think of Mr. Wang Dun at Sasou Villa?"

Sui Jingcheng said: "Very good."

Chen Pingan asked again: "What do you think of the disciples taught by Senior Wang Dun?"

Sui Jingcheng replied: "Although I am not familiar with the true temperament of those three people, at least they look good."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Then have you ever thought that with Wang Dui, is it really just an extra owner of Sasao Villa? The world of Wuling Kingdom, and even the entire Wuling Kingdom, has been affected by Wang Dui. How much influence does one person have?”

Chen Pingan continued: "So I want to see, in the future, if the Sui family of Wuling Kingdom has another Taoist, even if she will not always stay in the Sui family, when she replaces the old minister Sui Xinyu, or She is the next nominal head of the family, and she has always been the backbone of the Sui family in the true sense, so will the Sui family develop a family tradition that is truly worthy of the word 'Chun Zheng'."

Sui Jingcheng looked at him.

Chen Ping'an thought to himself and said, "I think there is hope."

Finally, Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I have Luolu Mountain, and you have the Sui family. As a person, don't be arrogant, but don't belittle yourself either. It's difficult for us to change the world a lot at once. But we are changing the world all the time."

Sui Jingcheng hummed.

After a moment, Chen Pingan turned his head, seeming a little confused.

Sui Jingcheng was confused, "Senior, what's wrong?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, don't worry about the sword gourd, "When you wanted to die desperately before, of course it was fine, but I want to tell you a very boring thing. If you are willing to die and live hard, living for others will only It’s a great thing to make yourself feel uncomfortable all the time, but not everyone may understand it. Don’t let that lack of understanding become your burden.”

Sui Jingcheng suddenly blushed and asked loudly: "Senior, can I like you?!"

Chen Pingan looked calm and calm, "Like me? That's your business. I won't like you anyway."

Sui Jingcheng was relieved and said with a smile: "It's okay!"

Chen Ping'an seemed to have remembered a happy thing. He smiled brightly and without turning his head, he extended his thumb to Sui Jingcheng, who was running alongside him, "Good taste."

On the way to the north.

"Senior, stop drinking, you're bleeding again."

"It's okay, this is called master style."

"Senior, why don't you like me? Is it because I'm not good-looking? Or do I have a bad character?"

"It doesn't matter whether you are good or bad. Every good girl should be liked by a good man. You only like him, and he only likes you. This is right. Of course, you are not young anymore, so you are not a girl anymore. .”

"senior!"

"Finally, let me teach you a lesson that senior Wang Dun taught me. You must be able to listen to the good things that are flying in the air, but you must also listen to the ugly truth."

Horse hooves.

As I walked, the old locust tree in my hometown disappeared.

As I walked, my beloved girl was still far away.

As we walked along, the flowers bloomed on the mountain every year, and in the spring breeze, the gentleman I respected the most was no longer there.

As I walked, I saw that the swordsman I admired the most had not been seen for a long time. I wondered whether he was still wearing a bamboo hat or whether he had found a good sword.

As I walked, I wondered if my best friend had ever seen the highest mountains and the largest rivers.

As they walked, Slug, who had been bullied by others, became the person they hated most back then.

As I walked, I had not worn straw sandals on my feet for many years.