Sword of Coming

The two sides faced off, but the Yao family's cavalry was replaced by Chen Ping'an, who fell from the sky.

The sword cultivator whispered the word "Don't be anxious", and the "servant" patiently kept his temper, digging his toes into the mud, looking bored.

The middle-aged sword cultivator was wearing plain white linen clothes. The fight was so disparate in strength that he was not stained with any blood.

The man has a handsome appearance, but his eyes are narrow and his lips are thin, which makes his temperament slightly mean. He does not have a sword, but a natal flying sword, which is as long as the swordsman's sword. When he is out of his body to kill the enemy, if there is a fire dragon entrenched, the sword and spear of the Yao family's cavalry will not be able to block it at all, as if Tofu is cut with a knife.

The attendant standing next to him was a tall and pure warrior, wearing the God's Chenglu Armor, which is also commonly known as the Manna Armor on the mountain.

Chen Ping'an is no stranger to this type of military armor. He once peeled off one from the ancient Yu Kingdom's national master. Later, he purchased a very high-grade Broken Manna Armor from Daoxuan Mountain, which was later purchased by Lu Tai. It has been repaired like new, but I have never had the opportunity to wear it. After all, the golden robe worn by Chen Ping'an is even more rare.

The two of them cooperated skillfully. The sword cultivator controlled the flying sword to kill the enemy. The warrior guarded the sword cultivator's side to prevent the Yao family's cavalry from slipping through the net. They fought the sword cultivator at close quarters and helped the sword cultivator block those with crossbows or horse bows. Arrows were fired several times in a row at tricky angles. This pure martial artist simply used his body to block the paths of those arrows. In the end, it was just a few sparks splashing on the surface of the snow-white nectar armor. This little armor pill The loss of stored spiritual energy may not even cost a single snow coin, but the other party often has to pay the price of a fresh life.

Shanze Yexiu likes to seek wealth and wealth most of all. Whenever he encounters an opportunity, he dares to take risks. Those ancient real people's thatched cottages, immortal family mansions, and the broken secret realms of the cave heaven and paradise that were suddenly found and excavated will inevitably be destroyed once they appear in the world. There were wild cultivators swarming away, fighting for a spiritual weapon and a magic weapon, beating both sides until their brains splattered. What were they trying to do? In order to obtain the pleasure of crushing others, one must either rely on magic weapons to kill people, or rely on magic weapons to protect oneself, making them invulnerable to weapons and weapons, and making their opponents despair.

The sword cultivator was strolling on the battlefield, with a flying sword. Within a radius of a hundred feet, the sword light was like a rainbow, and there were bright red afterimages of fireflies.

The warriors followed him like a shadow, closely protecting the middle-aged sword cultivator from all directions.

The middle-aged swordsman is as sharp as his sword, without making any unnecessary moves.

But the burly warrior was different. He had a violent temperament, but he couldn't let go of his hands and feet to chase down the cavalry. The fight was not hearty enough. Therefore, every time the swordsman severely injured the Yao family's cavalry and fell off the horse, whether he was killed on the spot or... As long as they were on the path of the two of them, he would crush the skull with his foot, or dent the chest of the cavalry with his foot. The flesh and blood would be mixed together with the broken armor, which was too horrible to look at.

Someone falls from the sky?

The middle-aged Jian Xiuyan blocked the road, stopped, and asked with a smile in an elegant tone: "Is this the new offering from the Daquan Liu family?"

Tongyezhou is surrounded by many mountains and rivers. According to the records in the fairy book, compared to Aquarius Island, it has a different pronunciation and a different custom. Therefore, the upper class people in various countries are often proficient in Tongyezhou Yayan, especially the officials of the Ministry of Rites and Yamen.

The burly martial artist said angrily: "Sir, what are you doing with your words? Just kill him. He is just a martial artist below the seventh realm. It would be easier to kill such a young martial arts genius."

Jian Xiu smiled and said: "A big fish appeared out of thin air. Isn't it just what I wanted?"

Although Jianxiu stopped to talk to Chen Pingan, Jianxiu's flying sword was hovering at the forefront of the escape direction of the Yao family's cavalry.

In this pursuit, in addition to the previous sneak attack between the two of them, which narrowly killed the monk accompanying the Yao family's cavalry, the sword cultivator has been using flying swords since then to kill the outermost Yao family's cavalry first, and the one who breaks through first will die first. These are the rules of his game.

The armor worn by the old man was no different from that of the cavalry around him. They should all be the light armor of the frontier army of the Daquan Dynasty. He covered his abdomen, and there was blood between his fingers. Although he was in a bleak situation, the old man always looked calm and not at all depressed or cowardly. . Even though the elite men under his command protected him, he suffered heavy casualties. The good man did not return home in triumph, or even died in a grand battle at the border, but died in this dirty temple party struggle.

There was guilt and sadness deep in the old man's eyes, but nothing showed on his face.

After decades of military service, he was used to seeing life and death, and he was too kind to lead troops. This old general with great power on the southern border was extremely calm.

There were more than a hundred Yao family cavalry left, guarding the old man to the death, and did not feel timid because of the assassin's strength.

The Yao family governed the army with strict laws.

For example, the children of the Yao family, regardless of their direct concubines, are already familiar with bows and horses when they are young. After the age of fifteen, they must join the army and all start from the bottom as scouts. Countless men of the Yao family died in border wars.

So much so that the story of Yao's widow spread throughout several countries.

Chen Ping'an did not turn around and look at the cavalry army, but asked the old general a strange question, "The general's surname is Yao? Is his ancestor related to the Yao family of the Great Li Dynasty in the north of Aquarius Continent?"

The old man frowned, "Dali Dynasty? I've never heard of it."

The old general hesitated for a moment, "However, my ancestors of the Daquan Yao family did come from Aquarius Continent, but where exactly, the ancestors were very secretive about it. When they ordered someone to write the family tree, they only mentioned the word origin of Longyao and some customs of their hometown. It is a favor. And it is clearly stated that future generations are not allowed to go to Aquarius Continent to search for their ancestors."

Chen Pingan asked again: "Did the general's ancestors mention the names of streets or... a big willow tree with lush shade?"

Although the old man wanted to nod, maybe he could establish a relationship with this weirdo, and maybe win a chance of survival, but his upright and upright character couldn't help but act like this. Moreover, when it comes to the place of origin of his ancestors, there is no way for future generations to mess around. He said in a deep voice : "I didn't say anything about the streets or willow trees. I just said that the locust trees in my hometown are delicious. It has been passed down from generation to generation. There is a thousand-year-old locust tree planted in the courtyard of my ancestral home of the Yao family in Daquan."

Chen Pingan then turned his head, smiled and nodded at the old man, "I understand."

The old man became more and more confused, what did you kid understand?

The sword cultivator seemed to be waiting for some news, and the corner of his eye kept wandering. As if he got the answer he wanted, he joked: "You two are just chatting, are you done? After the chat, we will get down to business."

Chen Pingan pressed his hands on the hilts of the Chixin sword and the hilt of the Tingxue sword, and asked: "Is someone paying someone to pay someone to kill someone? You are paying people to eliminate disasters for them?"

The middle-aged swordsman said helplessly: "You talk a lot."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's not common, you just happened to meet it."

Among the Yao family's cavalry, there is a young cavalryman who looks somewhat similar to the old general. Look at the ferocious swordsman who kills people like wheat, and then look at the young man in a white robe with windy sleeves. Jun's brain is a bit exhausted.

A young general who was separated by two generations from the old general finally had a chance to take a breath and say a few words to his lord. Previously, he could only flee all the way. It was really embarrassing to watch a noble general die under a flying sword. It was unbearable that this young general in his prime, his face was cut with a bloody groove by the flying sword of Sword Master, and his skin and flesh were torn apart. It was very miserable, but the young man didn't care at all, and just asked softly: "General, with that bad guy's sword The flying sword magical power that Xiu Zhan revealed should not allow us to send out signals to Third Master and Jiuniang."

The old man kept staring at the back of the ranger. After hearing the questions from his cronies, he sneered: "We are not only one of the targets, but also the bait."

The young cavalry commander was obviously a direct descendant of the Yao family's cavalry, and knew many inside stories about the border troops and the imperial court. He said cautiously: "Then the imperial court secretly seconded most of our military monks to participate in the dispute between the King of Jinhuang Mansion and the Water God of Pine Needle Lake?"

The old general sighed in a low voice: "This can be regarded as a conspiracy of the people behind the scenes. It not only depletes the enemy in the south, but also lays the groundwork for our attack this time. This is definitely not something that Fanlu Ma can do. …”

Chen Pingan turned around and asked: "May I ask General Yao, why are you being chased by these two people?"

The old man smiled and said: "Maybe it's a grudge on the battlefield."

This conspiracy involves some secret scandals in the Daquan court, and of course the old man does not want to say more.

The Yao family's border troops had always been loyal to the Liu emperors of the past dynasties and stayed away from temple disputes. They would obey whoever became the emperor and would not get involved in any disturbances.

But in the past ten years, an inevitable surprise has occurred.

According to the ancestral rules of the family, the Yao family's women could only marry into wealthy families and only intermarry with local gentry.

But the old man's young daughter fell in love at first sight with a young man who had traveled to the border. The man was also good in character, talent and learning. The two even fought side by side and went through life and death. It was supposed to be a good thing to get married and become an enviable couple of gods and gods. It was just that the old man abided by the family rules at the time and did not agree with the matter. His daughter was worthy of being a daughter of the Yao family, so he silently endured this lovesickness and wrote a letter of renunciation to the man. He never thought about the first-class son of the Daquan Dynasty. Unexpectedly, we came to the border again. On a snowy day, the eldest son of the official official knelt outside the Yao family's ancestral hall for a day and a night. Everyone in the Yao family was moved. In the end, there was really no reason to break up the couple, so the old man He agreed to marry his daughter to him, but no one from the old man's generation went to Beijing to attend the wedding banquet. After that, his daughter also returned to her parents' home once.

There was never any correspondence between the old man and the in-laws who held a high position and were in charge of the advancement of officials in the world.

But even though he was so "unhuman", he still couldn't get rid of the fact that the woman's surname was Yao.

It was just an exception. Ten years later, it brought about the hidden danger of the family's destruction.

First, last year's old general's in-laws, the Shangshu, were secretly instigated by the temple's nemesis, the Fanlu Ma family, to impeach the officials. The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel was angered by Long Yan, His Majesty the Emperor, and severely reprimanded him, which frightened him when he returned home. , he immediately started writing and hurriedly submitted a letter with desolate words, "The body is weak and old, still inferior to a child. There are only three or two teeth left, and the word 'fresh' has not been associated with it for a long time." He took the initiative to ask to retire and return to his hometown. .

His Majesty the Emperor did not allow it, but the old Shangshu's popularity in the Libu Yamen fell to the bottom.

But this time, in addition to the deep-rooted party disputes, the real trouble still involves the prince. There are many unruly outsiders in the capital, who are in important positions in the temple and are adding fuel to the flames. What's interesting is that the three princes are all outstanding and have their own specialties. They would be the undoubted candidates for the crown prince in any dynasty in Daquan.

The ups and downs of officials in the capital and the transfers of border generals are dizzying.

Even the Yao family cavalry far away on the southern border can't stay out of the situation. The undercurrents of the Daquan Dynasty in recent years can be imagined, and the dangers among them can be imagined.

The sword cultivator fight only for a moment.

The natal flying sword hovering outside the Yao family's cavalry passed through the middle of the cavalry. Fortunately, in order to pursue the ultimate speed, the middle-aged swordsman chose the fastest route without obstacles on the road. Otherwise, I am afraid that this sword would have failed again. To pierce several heads.

Chen Ping'an pushed the sword out of its sheath, put his fingers together to make a sword gesture, and controlled Dou Zizhi's sword, Infatuated Heart, which cost all his family's wealth, to resist the sword repair flying sword that came from behind.

The middle-aged swordsman's heart sank. The young uninvited guest was not only a swordsman, but that sword could actually block his own flying sword "Lengzhu"? Could it be that it is still a hidden magic weapon? Otherwise, with the sharpness of Dengzhu, the so-called magic weapon in the world would not be able to withstand a blow from the flying sword Dengzhu, but the sword seemed not to have even a crack.

The burly retinue was somewhat gloating, "Sir, aren't you in a hurry?"

The middle-aged swordsman did not get angry and said with a smile: "Try this person to see how good he is. Just play with him for a while. I have the ability to protect myself."

"So good!"

The pure martial artist wearing nectar armor laughed ferociously, stepped on a pothole with one foot, charged forward, and punched the young man five or six feet away. The punch was surging, and the energy was as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

Chen Ping'an put his hands behind his back and huddled in his sleeves. As he controlled the infatuated heart to resist Jian Xiu's flying sword again and again, he raised his arms and faced the fist with his palms.

Grab it with five fingers.

Quan Gang was crushed directly by Chen Ping'an.

The burly retinue laughed heartily, but he didn't look at all panicked. It was just a tentative punch, but it didn't have the power of five successes. "Sir, your Taoism is not shallow! As for how deep it is..."

The man in snow-white armor gave a soft drink and suddenly accelerated forward. In the blink of an eye, he was a few steps in front of Chen Pingan. He suddenly raised his arm with his right hand. When the punch was delivered, it was as fast as thunder. , the entire right shoulder of the burly man bloomed with snow-white brilliance.

Bang.

He still blocked the armored man's punch with his palm.

There was a hint of confusion in the assassin's eyes. The young man in front of him was motionless?

Although he was confused, he did not hesitate to raise his foot and hit a fierce knee. In martial arts fighting, especially the battle between masters, while the thoughts are changing rapidly, each shot must be done instinctively, even faster than "heart and thought". This is the real entry into the palace.

The hand behind Chen Ping'an left his sleeve and gently tapped the knee of the white-armored servant in front of him, causing him to lean forward, and then hit the man's chest with his elbow.

The burly warrior wearing the Nectar Armor of the God was knocked backwards by an elbow.

But the punch was still held in the palm of Chen Pingan's hand, so it was pulled away. Chen Pingan punched the nectar armor outside the man's mouth.

The burly man flew backwards with a crash and fell to the ground ten feet away.

It was just that he was wearing the Hōka Kōmaru and his injuries were very minor, but the energy in his body was shaking more, and a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth.

Slapping his palms on the ground, the man stood up again, spat out a mouthful of blood-streaked saliva, grinned from side to side, and complained: "Sir, is this guy a swordsman or a master of foreign martial arts who has been training his body?"

The middle-aged swordsman stood behind him with a playful smile, "You still don't allow a martial arts genius to have both?"

The man took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at Wei Xian on the top of the hillside. His mood was no longer relaxed, and he said to Jianxiu: "Then this kid really deserves to die. Sir, have you had enough fun? Let's never stay in the ditch." Capsized, this guy didn’t come alone.”

Jian Xiu nodded, "The relationship between Daquan Liu and Yao Lao'er should be over. In this case, we can start setting up the net."

The sword cultivator whistled, extremely sharp.

After a moment, Jian Xiu's figure quickly ran away to one side. With a wave of his hand, his natal flying sword no longer entangled the young swordsman. Feijian returns to the acupoint to warm up.

The warrior servant wearing nectar armor was stunned for a moment, and then began to flee with the sword cultivator without saying a word.

Although Chen Ping'an didn't know why the two assassins left like this, he didn't stop them.

The Yao family's cavalry, who were surviving the disaster, were even more in the dark and looked at each other in shock.

The old general weighed the situation, dismounted from his horse, and ordered to the young cavalryman who was supporting him: "Send a group of scouts out to investigate the situation, and the rest will rest on the spot."

The five frontier army scouts rode their horses in all directions like casting a net.

Chen Pingan slowly walked towards Wei Xian and Pei Qian.

Old General Yao hesitated to speak, and finally remained silent. He wanted to say thank you, but just as he was about to speak, his abdominal wound was pulled, so he had to shut up. However, he clasped his fists in the direction of the young man as a silent thank you. .

The other party was able to act righteously and single-handedly stop two assassins who were sure to win, which was considered the end of his kindness. The old man did not have the shame to make excessive demands.

After half a stick of incense, a cavalry army came galloping over. In addition to a dozen Yao family border troops covered in blood, there were more than twenty unfamiliar faces. They were not the Qi practitioners with bright eyes and crystal clear skin. The warriors are the majestic martial arts masters. These people are closely guarding a man in brocade robes. This man is about thirty years old and has a face like a crown. He is obviously the master of these masters.

Approaching the Yao family's frontier army where the old man was, the man waved his hand and the cavalry quickly separated. The man rode alone and came first, reined in the reins and stopped, laughing loudly: "Old General Yao, fortunately I was not late. "

When the old general was about to stand up and answer, the man had already turned over and dismounted, holding the riding crop and waving it vigorously, "The old general is injured, so there is no need to be polite."

The old man still insisted on getting up to greet him.

He quickened his pace, led the horse directly to the old man, and said softly: "In the final analysis, this disaster of the Yao family was caused by me and Li Xiling. Since I happened to be at the border this time, I had no reason to stand by and watch. I hope the old general understands. I would never show up unless it was an emergency."

The old general changed the subject and said in a deep voice: "How can your highness, a rich man, take risks easily?"

The man smiled and said: "General Yao is the general who conquered the south, and I, Da Quanzheng, a second-rank official, have been born and died for decades, so it is no longer valuable?"

The old man smiled bitterly and said: "Your Highness!"

The man waved his hand and said with a smile: "You have come and you have done it. I have listened to General Yao's lesson. Can I go back home? These assassins may not have back-ups."

The old general smiled helplessly and said, "It all depends on His Highness's orders."

The man suddenly pointed at the opposite hillside with the riding crop in his hand, "Who are those people?"

The old man explained: "If they hadn't stalled for time, I wouldn't have been able to survive this moment. Your Highness doesn't need to think too much about the charm of some Mohist knights. We meet by chance, so we don't need to add any extraneous details."

The man nodded.

He suddenly slapped his head, quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, pulled out the stopper, and the fragrance suddenly filled the air. He poured out a dark green pill in the palm of his hand and handed it to the old man, "This is the secret healing medicine treasured in the palace. The old general can just swallow it."

The old man did not doubt that he was there. He thanked the prince and threw it into his mouth and swallowed it without hesitation.

The man's smile grew stronger, and he personally helped the old man and walked towards the carriage he had brought.

At the top of the hillside, Chen Pingan watched them leave.

He took out the military armor pill and handed it to Wei Xian, who did not take it immediately.

Chen Ping'an explained: "This is Bingjia Jiawan, called Shenren Chenglu Jia. After infusing it with true energy, you can wear armor on your body. It is similar to the previous martial artist. It can resist swords and spells on its own. Unless it is attacked at once Penetrating armor, or hitting a certain spot repeatedly, generally speaking, it becomes a talisman before the spiritual energy is exhausted. It is very effective against the sword cultivator's natal flying sword."

The quality of Jiawan is often directly linked to the amount of spiritual energy stored in it.

So there are roughly three types, which are nicknamed puddle armor, pond armor and big lake armor by the mountains.

The Shenren Chenglu Armor is the third-ranked one, almost all of which are similar to Shuiwa Armor, but the one sold by Lingzhi Zhai in Hanging Mountain is extremely special. It is most likely an ancestral armor, which is the earliest batch of nectar. A, carefully crafted for a military master, can be said to be a noble son of a poor family.

Wei Xian pushed back Chen Ping'an's hand and said with a smile: "You will not get rewarded if you have no merit. If I do meritorious service later, it will not be too late to get it."

Chen Pingan smiled and put it away.

Pei Qian said expectantly: "If he doesn't want it, why don't you give it to me?"

Chen Pingan ignored her at all.

After that, the three people's route was not in the same direction as the Yao family's cavalry. They rushed to the border town whose outline was vaguely visible.

On the way, it was rare for Wei Xian to say a few more words.

Three questions were asked in one go.

"Young master, do you want to be a moral saint and seek immortality?"

Chen Pingan couldn't help laughing, smiled and shook his head: "Of course not."

If he really had this ambition, Chen Pingan would have recognized the literary sage and old scholar as his husband. Especially the trip to Tongyezhou made Chen Pingan more determined.

Wei Xian asked again, "Does the young master want to gain great power and compete for kings and hegemony?"

Chen Pingan laughed dumbly and pointed at himself, "Just me?"

Wei Xian finally asked, "Is that the way to be alone and achieve immortality?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "Why are you asking these questions?"

Wei Xian kept silent.

Chen Ping'an didn't want to say anything more, so the three of them remained silent.