Sword of Coming

It was windy and rainy. At the foot of the mountain, Shen Guogong Gao Shizhen refused the umbrella from his servants and stood in the heavy rain, letting raindrops the size of soybeans hit him.

Don't talk to me, Gao Shi, about loyalty to the family and the country, the country, the country, the country. The huge Shen Guogong Mansion, just a stick of incense like my son Gao Shuyi, is gone. What's more, he has spent more than 20 years of hard work and energy cultivating this son. As a father, Gao Shizhen couldn't fault Gao Shuyi in every aspect. Before he received the secret letter from the third prince, he had always believed that Gao Shuyi would be the best in the future. It is the pillar of the temple in Daquan. No matter who becomes the emperor and sits on the dragon's throne, the Duke of Shen will revive the family tradition, wield power in the government and the public, be promoted to a county prince's palace, become the new emperor's confidant, annex the two great powers of the Northern Jin Dynasty and the Southern Qi Dynasty, and become a powerful nation in one fell swoop. The largest dynasty in central Tongye Continent.

His Majesty the Emperor said that he would compensate Shen Guogong's mansion, and the third prince said that he would compensate Gao Shizhen. The Qingke staff members all advised him to be patient.

Gao Shizhen had been very calm during this period, and no one could tell that he was a man who had lost his only son. First he left the palace, then quietly left the prince's residence, and finally secretly left the capital to serve as the emperor's secret envoy and went to Qihe City Posthouse to see Yao Zhen. Everything was calm. Duke Shen's Mansion was still the Duke of Daquan's Mansion who understood the righteousness deeply. Gao Shizhen never let down the aging emperor Liu Zhen.

Without that opportunity that fell from the sky, Gao Shizhen would indeed have been unable to make waves. After all, Mirage City belonged to His Majesty the Emperor, and the surname of the Daquan Dynasty was Liu.

It's different now.

Someone found him Gao Shizhen, and he found the eldest prince Liu Cong, who also found five thousand soldiers. As for how many mountain forces he had secretly attracted, Gao Shizhen was not interested.

Even when a lion fights a rabbit, use all your strength. Don't add fuel to the attack. This is a taboo for military strategists.

Even Gao Shizhen, a pampered person from the capital, understands the simple truth, and I believe the eldest prince Liu Cong has thought more thoroughly.

Gao Shizhen was waiting, waiting for Liu Cong to carry the head to him when he came down the mountain, so that he could take it back to the new grave of his son Gao Shuyi.

In front of the ruined temple, Chen Ping'an looked at the last two people in Liu Cong's retinue, hiding their heads and tails.

After noticing Chen Pingan's gaze, the two looked at each other and took a few steps forward. It was the military general Xu Qingzhou and the immortal master Xu Tong, old acquaintances who had fought against Lu Baixiang and Sui Youyou respectively in the border inn.

Xu Qingzhou took off his raincoat and threw it aside, revealing a suit of armor. In addition to the Daquan border army standard waist knife that he was showing off, he also had the sword "Da Qiao", which was an important weapon for military strategists.

Xu Qingzhou was silent, but Xu Tong, the owner of Caomu Temple, smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, we meet again. The last time was at the southern border, this time at the northern border, just like the name of General Xu's beloved saber 'Daqiao', it's really What a great coincidence.”

The ten retinues behind Liu Cong, except for Xu Qingzhou and Xu Tong, the other eight are monks who have been with the army for a long time at the northern border. The Daquan Dynasty's border wars were actually only in the north and south bordering the Northern Jin and Southern Qi. In the south, the Yao family's cavalry guarded the country for the Liu family, and in the north, there were 120,000 border troops under the eldest prince, who fought with the Southern Qi all the year round. Frequent, frequent expeditions to the north, regardless of the level of combat power, the number of times the sword is drawn will only be more than that of the Yao family's cavalry.

Military general Xu Qingzhou, this time he climbed the mountain to encircle and suppress Chen Ping'an and his party. His purpose was very clear. He wanted the unusual pair of nectar armor, and preferably also the knife.

Liu Cong only agreed to buy the armor and the narrow knife, which could be sold but not given away. It would then depend on how sincere Xu Qingzhou and his general family were able to "purchase" them.

Xu Tong, the high-ranking immortal master, is the master of Cao Mu'an, the number one immortal sect in Daquan. He is good at thunder magic and proficient in alchemy, which can maintain health and longevity. Through this, he has made friends with countless dignitaries. The robe worn under the coir raincoat, when the spiritual energy flows out, glows with a misty scene of colorful clouds, just like wearing a painted landscape scroll. In fact, this spiritual robe is called "Colorful Peak". It is an ancestral treasure of Cao Mu'an, and it is extremely close to the rank of magic weapon.

Immortal Master Xu Tong wants Chen Pingan to wear the golden robe that looks like a golden dragon robe after he regains his true form.

Drooling and dreaming!

Chen Pingan looked at Liu Cong and asked, "Is it for that chair?"

Liu Cong said sternly: "Otherwise? You think my five thousand border guards' lives are worthless?!"

Having said this, the eldest prince gritted his teeth, "If I don't walk to the door of this ruined temple today and see you Chen Pingan with my own eyes, I will feel in my heart..."

Liu Cong pointed to his heart, "I'm unhappy!"

Chen Ping'an said: "Unhappy? Didn't you ask for it? Five thousand Daquan border troops died in battle on this hill... Forget it, in fact, you know the truth. You will probably tell yourself that those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters, etc. When you become emperor, these five thousand soldiers will sacrifice their lives for the country and die a worthy death."

Chen Pingan gently waved the dead branch in his hand, "Last question, why do you think the brand on my waist is fake?"

Liu Cong chatted so much, maybe to embolden himself, or maybe because of the obstacles in his heart in the past.

Chen Ping'an was willing to accompany Liu Cong to talk about this just because of this last issue.

A crucial question.

The person who wants his head must be Shen Guogong Gao Shizhen, and the person who wants the thing from Biyou Mansion, Chen Pingan has already guessed in his mind, but who wants to raise the sword gourd?

After leaving the Qihe City Post House, Chen Ping'an had already put on his jade pendant.

When they arrived at Taoye Ferry, they were about to bid farewell to the Yao family. On that day, Chen Ping'an announced to the world with the five words "I have cultivated myself in Taiping Mountain". It is equivalent to clarifying his identity as "the direct descendant of Taipingshan Patriarch Hall" to the mirage city. The purpose is to reduce Yao Zhen's pressure in Daquan Capital. If those enemies in Mirage City who are ready to attack cannot even recognize the jade cards, the Yao family does not need to worry.

Those who can understand jade cards are probably experts who cannot be underestimated. Instead, they will retreat when faced with difficulties. In fact, Du Hanling, the master of the Golden Summit Temple who used the divine palm to view the mountains and rivers in the Taoye Crossing Wupeng boat, was among them. Once he saw the jade tablet, even if it attracted the attention of Mirage City, Unhappy, he still insisted on getting away and leaving.

Liu Cong had a strange look in his eyes and only gave Chen Pingan half of the answer.

"This Taipingshan Patriarch's Hall sign is real, absolutely true, but it's also fake at the same time. It would actually be better if you don't hang it on your waist. If you hang it on your waist, I will return those two words to you. Now. 'Looking for death'!"

Chen Ping'an looked at His Highness Prince Daquan who became more and more confident as he spoke.

It is indeed more difficult to talk to these guys who were born into an emperor's family.

The earliest was the neighbor Song Jixin.

In front of me, both sides have their own reasons. Although there are rights and wrongs, priorities and majors, Liu Cong and the five thousand soldiers, as well as the Qi practitioners and martial arts masters hiding among them, are already ready to shoot, and there is some general trend. Liu Cong was pushed behind the scenes. Chen Ping'an couldn't just say that everyone just went to the temple to have a bowl of rice and then dispersed. What kind of fair and just means should be used to fight for the dragon chair? Chen Ping'an didn't want to waste his words. If it worked, he would be willing to talk about it, but others wouldn't want to listen.

Chen Pingan picked up the dead branch and nodded twice at Liu Cong.

The rickety old man next to him rushed away first to capture the thief first. So what if it was a trap. Zhu Lian really wanted to understand the conspiracy on the mountain in this world!

Sui, who was standing on the right, and Lu Baixiang, who was on the left, rushed out one after another.

Wei Xian, wearing the Divine Man Chenglu Armor, strode to keep up with Madman Wu who was ahead. He would not be trapped in the battle for the time being, and his main purpose was to protect the ruined temple.

Chen Pingan was patient and waited for the opponent's trump card.

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A higher peak than the top of the mountain where the ruined temple is halfway up the mountain.

There were two people standing on the top of the mountain. It was hard to say whether they were experts from this world or not. At least they were standing very high.

An old man in Confucian robes did not have the jade pendant given by the academy hanging around his waist. In the Daquan Dynasty, no one dared to question where he stood, even if the old man stood on the roof of the Golden Palace of Mirage City.

Standing next to the old Confucian scholar was a burly man with gnarled muscles and an inhuman aura.

The matter was of great importance, so the old man still asked a question that was suspected of being disrespectful: "Your master, you won't break your trust, right?"

The brawny man's answer was even more straightforward and rude, "How dare I talk nonsense here about what my master does? If you have the ability, ask the master yourself. The prerequisite is that you have the courage."

The old man said to himself: "I act on the basis of justice, and in the end I am justified. Even if the academy is angered by Taipingshan afterwards, blames me, and takes away my title... it doesn't matter."

The strong man sneered: "You are sanctimonious. Are you talking about a scholar like you?"

The old man smiled bitterly and said: "Recognizing mistakes can greatly improve things. I have read more than ten thousand volumes and dabbled in hundreds of schools of knowledge, but I have missed this teaching from my own sage."

The strong man did not want to push the envelope too far, and continued to ridicule the old man next to him. If he suddenly changed his mind or had a sudden awakening, wouldn't it ruin the master's temporary plan? So he comforted him with kind words: "That matter Baby, how rare it is. Not to mention that you are tempted and have worked hard and planned for it for so long. In fact, I am also greedy. After you get it, I will make a deal with you. I have the magic weapon given by the master. , I’m giving it to you, you only need to pass me half of the article, and I will work hard for you for another sixty years. After that, you can pass on the remaining half of my article, how about it?”

The old man thought for a moment, nodded and agreed, "That's it!"

The strong man reminded: "Before my master left, he told me not to make a move unless it was to save your life. You'd better not make a move easily. Even if you do, take it easy, otherwise it will be easy to provoke the Confucian Temple." Attention of the saint, although the saint is currently busy searching for the old Taipingshan ape, once he comes quickly and comes here, Liu Cong and other ants will be lucky, but the two of us will definitely be unable to eat and walk around."

Mentioning the saint to the burly man, especially the prefix "Confucian Temple", made the old man's already solemn mood fall even further. The "gentle and authentic" seventy-two saints enshrined in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, Who is easy to mess with? This is not the master of the Seventy-Two Academy, nor the "sage" of the academy praised by the secular dynasty, but a true Confucian sage! The old man looked gloomy and nodded: "Life is at stake, of course I understand."

It was windier and rainier on the top of the mountain, but the raindrops were like falling on an invisible oil-paper umbrella, splashing in all directions above the two people's heads.

The strong man yawned. He actually didn't quite understand why, with his master's status and ability, he had to feel sorry for that young man.

It barely makes sense to replace the top few positions of Tongye Sect and Yugui Sect at the north and south ends of the continent, otherwise it would be like Zhong Kui, a great gentleman who was simply killed by the old ape with a sword, and a certain Confucian academy in the future. The grand sacrificial wine is also qualified.

It's a pity that the master has calculated so hard that he has almost included the entire Tongye Continent. A young boy from the outer sect unexpectedly appeared from the Fuji Sect, and he discovered the existence of the senior of the Twelve Realms by accident. , It affects the whole body in one move, so much so that it completely disrupts such a grand and wonderful layout that the master has been planning for a long time.

Is it possible that Tongyezhou's energy is so strong? Can't even compare to the Whispering Island closest to Daoxuan Mountain?

You must know that there is a man named Chen Lao'er in Nan Po Suozhou who can carry the sun and the moon on his shoulders. According to his master, he is very famous in his hometown and is regarded as one of the top enemies. Even his master said that as long as he is in There is absolutely no one in the world who can beat Chen Chun'an, a pure scholar.

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There was a young Taoist priest wearing a hibiscus crown. He came to the border town south of Daquan. He did not enter the Hu'er Town. He just walked slowly along the outside of the loess city wall that was not too high. He stretched out a palm and said, Sliding gently over the rough walls with a smile on your face.

Finally, he walked along the official road to the inn near the town. The business inside was deserted. The little cripple was lying on the table and taking a nap, the old hunchback was sitting on the other side of the curtain smoking a cigarette, and the woman was sitting behind the counter calculating accounts. She couldn't wait to ruin that plan.

The young Taoist priest crossed the threshold of the inn, his eyes gentle, and he softly called Jiuniang Jiuniang.

The little lame man raised his head in confusion, feeling a little annoyed. How could a down-and-out scholar leave and a young Taoist priest who covets the beauty of the shopkeeper come? Are there no good-looking women in the world? ! Do you have to come to their inn to pester the landlady?

The woman raised her head and asked doubtfully: "Little Taoist Priest, do we know each other?"

The young Taoist priest looked ordinary. Except for the relatively rare Taoist crown, he was not eye-catching in all aspects. He had an ordinary appearance, neither tall nor short, and his Taoist robes looked old.

The woman felt that this man's eyes were very strange. There was neither the obscenity of the young and strong man from Hu'er Town nor the puzzling infatuation of Zhong Kui. It was like she was meeting an acquaintance after a long separation. He said hello, but he was clearly looking at her, but he seemed to be looking further away.

Jiuniang was a little unhappy. After she asked the question, the young Taoist priest just looked at her with a smile. His eyes became brighter and brighter, becoming more and more heart-stopping.

The young Taoist priest burst into tears for no reason, but he smiled and asked, "Jiuniang, shall we go home?"

Jiuniang didn't wait to curse.

The young Taoist priest had wiped his tears and laughed at himself: "I recognized the wrong person, please forgive me."

He sat down at a wine table, took out a few grains of silver from his sleeves, slapped it on the table, and said with a smile: "I have already bought wine. I can buy as many bottles as I can."

The inn is located on the border, with a mixture of fish and dragons coming and going, and there are often unruly travelers. The lame boy has been working as a busboy in the inn for many years, and he has seen many customers who are confused. He didn't feel that he needed to think too much, so he just took it. Broken Silver said: "The green plum wine in our inn is divided into three grades. If it is the best green plum wine, the guest can only buy one jar..."

The young Taoist priest didn't wait for the little cripple to finish speaking, and said with a smile: "I want a jar of the best green plum wine."

Traveling far away from home, the world is vast, and you can't have a heart-to-heart with anyone. Such a journey is more lonely than a sage, how can you do it without drinking.

He drank almost all the good and bad wine in Tongyezhou.

He likes to drink, and he has a sword-raising gourd of decent quality that he can use as a wine flask, which is just right.

As for the two natal flying swords with strange origins in the Sword Raising Gourd, it doesn't matter if they are destroyed, it would be better to keep them.

After returning to my hometown, I gave it as a gift to the younger members of the family, which was a way to make up for missing their coming-of-age ceremony. In his hometown, giving a sword is better than giving anything else.

This incident in Tongyezhou revealed the secret early. The two subordinates were not able to stay dormant until the end. It was not his fault. In fact, the word "timing" is still in the world. Now it depends on whether the two places in Posuozhou and Fuyaozhou will go smoothly. Some.

Originally, Taipingshan and Fuji Sect were supposed to be destroyed. Taipingshan Tianjun Patriarch and Sect Master, Ji Hai and his wife would all die. Huang Ting, a proud man of heaven who accounted for a lot of luck in the continent, was no exception. .

As for Zhong Kui, the gentleman of Dafu Academy, he actually ranks very high on the list of this young Taoist priest from Taiping Mountain.

The death of a Zhong Kui is as significant as leveling a Taiping Mountain.

Therefore, the order he gave to the sword-carrying white ape was to exchange his life for his life. If he could successfully escape into the broken dragon vein afterwards, no matter how injured he was, he would have made a profit, and then he would hide and hide honestly. Well, otherwise he wouldn't be able to protect the old ape. After all, he can only take away one person from Haoran World. If the old ape has not harmed the foundation of the Dao and is still at the level of the Twelve Realm Sword Cultivator, he might take it away instead. To reminisce about old friendships, I came to this border inn to have a drink.

Zhong Kui should have lived longer and been more infatuated.

The hunchbacked third master's eyes signaled Jiuniang to be careful of this person, but the woman still insisted on carrying the wine jar and two white bowls, and came to sit opposite the young Taoist priest.

Jiuniang poured two bowls of wine and asked with a smile: "Did the Taoist Master mistakenly recognize me, or does he really recognize me?"

The young Taoist priest took a sip of green plum wine from the bowl, praised the wine, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "I admit my mistake."

Jiuniang asked with a smile: "The Taoist Priest is very courageous and heroic. He never calls himself a Taoist in his words. Could it be that he is a fake Taoist priest pretending to be an immortal from Taiping Mountain?"

The young Taoist priest shook his head and said: "A true Taoist priest can no longer be true. He randomly found a pair of skins and practiced in Taiping Mountain for more than a hundred years before he got a jade tablet. Later, when he traveled down the mountain, he died without any bones left. I couldn’t take back the jade plaque, it was so miserable. After that, I changed my appearance, wandered around, and started looking for wine again. Finally I returned to Daquan and visited many places, such as the Burial River and so on. In Mirage City, I met a scholar named Wang Qi. The man was quite old at that time, and he had a really good name. Qi, a sage who understands Chinese characters, has a slender body and a sincere heart."

"It's a pity that for a noble gentleman, a thousand-mile embankment was destroyed by an ant nest, and it was destroyed by a greedy person who was greedy for life and afraid of death."

Jiuniang's wrist trembled slightly as she raised her bowl to drink.

She drank all the wine suddenly, put down the wine bowl, and asked: "Why are you telling me this to kill me?"

The young Taoist priest seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and murmured: "I told you that I admitted the wrong person, and it has nothing to do with you. My old friend, who has nine lives, how to kill him? If I kill you once, Mr. Bai will have to worry about it. Sensed, you don’t know how pitiful Mr. Bai has made us. Even if the Confucian saint kills me, I will only be half dead. He just helped me go home early. As long as Mr. Bai sees me with his own eyes, he will be separated by a building. Everyone in the world can break my bones and turn me into ashes."

He was a little sad and sighed: "I can't bear to kill him either."

This "young Taoist priest" who was able to drive two great monsters to fight for their lives smiled, picked up the wine bowl, and took a sip of wine. "Tongyezhou suffered such a disaster. Looking back in the future, it was actually a blessing in disguise."

Jiuniang's heart was in turmoil.

"Don't worry, I've already drank the wine and said the grumbling words. You won't remember anything." The young Taoist put down the wine bowl, stretched out his finger to trace a circle on the edge of the bowl, then stood up, turned around and left the inn .

The scene in the inn is strange, as if time has reversed, Jiuniang, Third Master and Little Cripple began to talk and do things upside down.

When the young Taoist priest finally crossed the threshold of the inn, everything was as before. The little lame man lay down on the wine table and dozed off, the old hunchback was smoking a dry cigarette on the other side of the door curtain, and Jiuniang was still making calculations.

Everything is still.

Only the young Taoist priest's wine bowl suddenly remained on the table.

He leaned back and looked over the counter.

"Jiuniang" looked up at him coldly and looked at the young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist priest looked behind "Jiuniang" and saw snow-white tails as thick as beams, crowded behind the woman.

The young Taoist priest counted the fox's tails, frowned, then quickly relaxed his brows and left with a smile.

"Jiuniang" said coldly: "Sooner or later you will be found out."

He had already left the inn, but his voice lingered inside the inn: "I can't ask for it, otherwise why would I have to go to such unnecessary lengths this time to deal with a young man who has to be protected even in Taiping Mountain?"

After a while.

The little lame man continued to snore slightly, the smoke continued to linger, and the woman's abacus made chaotic sounds.

After a long time, the woman caught a glimpse of the white bowl on the table. She slapped her palm on the abacus and said angrily: "Little cripple, you are blind. Why didn't you take away the wine bowl on the table?!"

The little cripple suddenly woke up and saw an extra wine bowl on the table for no reason. He scratched his head and clearly remembered that it had been cleaned up. He did not dare to talk back to the unhappy landlady, so he put away the wine bowl and went to the stove. house.

In the vast border, there is a young man with a crooked Taoist crown singing loudly, "Collect the gourd, collect the wine gourd, collect the wine gourd to hold the wine, my beloved lady's delicate hands when pouring wine are as tender as white jade lotus roots..." "

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Outside the ruined temple, the wind and rain were swaying.

But even such a heavy rain can make people smell the smell of blood.

Sui's right side swept aside. Tonight, she did not fight like a swordsman in an inn, but held Chixin in her hand, and her body was as strong as a wild ape. She moved around in the woods again and again, often leaving with one sword, and her sword energy was revealed. , splitting those Daquan border troops in half with their armor.

Lu Baixiang went to the opposite direction to Sui's right, striding forward. As soon as the soldiers of the border army came close with a sword, they would use it casually. Different from Sui's right, Lu Baixiang used the sword to open and close, regardless of the blade. The sharp and powerful energy as thin as hair would only choose the necks of the armored soldiers, or "point" with the tip of the knife on the foreheads of the elite soldiers on the frontier.

During this period, there were martial arts masters and military monks hiding among the ordinary border troops in the mountains and forests on both sides, waiting for opportunities to secretly attack Lu Baixiang and Sui Youyou.

More powerful crossbows were fired at them.

The aura on Sui's right was even stronger than the sword aura in Chixin's hand.

She is worthy of being the first female sword fairy in the history of Lotus Flower Blessed Land to try to open the sky with a sword and ascend physically.

Lu Baixiang strolls in the courtyard.

These are only the elite soldiers in the world. Even if they are mixed with a few slightly more difficult enemies, are they worthy of being "encircled and killed"? Don’t you know how many masters of good and evil gathered together in Lu Baixiang’s last battle before his death?

Again.

Together with Zhu Lian, the three people who walked out of the inn outside Hu'er Town were different from the past.

Sui Youyou devoted himself to sword training and quickly adapted to the flow of energy in this vast world. Why did Zhu Lian and Lu Baixiang slack off? There is a big difference between a Sixth Realm martial artist who needs to be distracted to adapt to the influx of spiritual energy from this side of the world, and a Sixth Realm peak martial artist whose realm is stable.

Directly in front of the gate of the ruined temple.

Chen Ping'an only used Feijian Chu 15 to cooperate with the martial arts madman Zhu Lian, and raided the prince Liu Cong once. After that, he stopped taking action and still stood under the eaves carrying dead branches.

Xu Qingzhou, who was wearing the military strategist's Golden Crow Jingwei armor, Xu Tong, the immortal master of Caomu'an, and the group of monks accompanying the army stood in front of Liu Cong. At the cost of Xu Tong's talisman warrior and the lives of one of the monks accompanying the army, they blocked this group. offensive.

There was no way Chen Ping'an had used all his methods to deal with Li Li, the eunuch in python uniform. Xu Qingzhou and Xu Tong knew everything about it, so they had already anticipated the two flying swords that appeared on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.

Liu Cong fought and retreated, while Xu Qingzhou and Xu Tong always protected the eldest prince.

The rest of the battle-hardened monks with the army tried their best to resist the attack of the rickety old man, and also paid attention to the short and capable man wearing snow-white armor who had not yet taken action.

With two thousand soldiers on the mountain, and three thousand who can climb the mountain for reinforcement at any time, plus all the monks who accompanied the army and the martial arts masters recruited with huge sums of money, Liu Cong did not expect that with such a lineup, he could kill Chen Ping'an and the four masters' entourage, but Just killing or seriously injuring two or three people is enough to secure victory.

At this moment, Zhu Lian is worthy of the nickname "Martial Madman".

The whole body is strong from all sides, the whole body is like a spring, and it is as fast as thunder.

As soon as there was any disturbance, the monks accompanying the army had the sneak attack method of pressing the bottom of the box. They immediately had hair like a halberd, predicted it beforehand, and dodged it accurately.

When Zhu Lian rushed to kill, the rickety old man was accustomed to bending down more and more, with his hands hanging on the ground. Every time he stepped on the ground, he didn't know where he was shooting like an arrow. His figure was too fast.

Seizing an opportunity, Zhu Lian appeared in front of a middle-aged monk who was accompanying the army like a ghost, punched the man in front of him in the abdomen, and then used the body of the man who died suddenly on the spot as a shield to block the sword of Xu Tong, a silver-armored warrior. After chopping and throwing away the body, he moved sideways in an instant, took a few steps forward, and without looking, hit the accompanying monk on the head with one arm. It shattered into pieces and turned into a headless corpse, which fell heavily on the ground. A few feet away.

Wei Xian, who was wearing one of the eight ancestral nectar armors of Xiyue, used his hands to grab the monks' spiritual weapons that passed by Zhu Lian. As long as they were caught in his hands, they would either be crushed directly or they would be bent by his hands. .

In addition, there were also border troops armed with swords and armor who continued to pour out from both sides of the road.

Wei Xian began to retreat.

Zhu Lian often slapped his hands and kicked his feet, throwing the spiritual weapons controlled by the monks towards Wei Xian. Wei Xian wanted to kill the armored soldiers rushing towards the ruined temple, and also clean up the rags thrown by Zhu Lian.

Far away on the mountain road, Liu Cong, who was trying his best to look at the battlefield, looked as normal and asked: "Do I really want to use up my five thousand troops? Is it necessary to pile these guys to death with five thousand lives?"

Xu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "This can only be the case. Xu Tong and I, as well as the three people arranged by His Highness in advance, will seize the opportunity and give these four people a fatal blow while they are taking a breather. We will strive not to let these people Just die in vain."

Liu Cong tightened his grip on the sword at his waist, his veins exposed, "Why is there such a big difference between what is recorded in the spy report and the strength of the four martial arts masters in front of me?!"

Immortal Master Xu Tong said bitterly: "Actually, General Xu and I are even more puzzled than Your Highness. At the inn, we were able to compete equally with our opponents. If we catch each other and fight tonight, General Xu and I will definitely die."

Liu Cong exhaled, "I don't blame you, it's Chen Ping'an who hid too deeply. It doesn't matter. No matter how heavy our casualties are, we can always make up for it from this guy!"

Under the eaves of the ruined temple, Chen Pingan lowered his head and looked down. Hanging around his waist was the jade plaque of the Ancestral Master Hall that was given to him by a young Taoist priest from Taiping Mountain. Chen Pingan fell into deep thought.