As if he understood the roar of the giant man and understood that he had fallen into a trap, the gray and matte handleless sword began to tremble violently in the air, and the air around him buzzed and roared, like a sword.
A bird darting left and right trying to escape.
The old man put his hands on his knees and looked at the small handleless sword less than a foot away from his eyebrows. His eyes were as quiet as silk threads. However, these threads contained terrifying power and tightly wrapped around the small handleless sword that wanted to escape.
The sword makes it unable to move at all.
The temperature of the place where the old man's eyes touched dropped sharply, and the small handleless sword was instantly covered with a thin layer of frost. He struggled harder and louder, buzzing, but he still could not break free.
This futile struggle lasted for an unknown amount of time, and the handleless sword finally fell onto the fallen leaves with a mournful cry, as if it had lost its life.
Just as the handleless sword fell into the dust, somewhere in the dense forest of Beishan Road, a painful groan rang out from behind a tree not far from the car array.
A sense of relaxation flashed through the old man's calm eyes. He supported his knees with both hands. His thin body suddenly bounced from the side of the carriage, as if blown by the strong wind, and suddenly floated deep into the dense forest on Beishan Road.
In front of the giant man.
The giant man roared loudly, and struck hard from top to bottom with his palm as big as a cattail leaf fan. The momentum was as powerful as a hill pressing directly on the old man's skinny body, as if the next moment his palm would easily fan the old man into a pile of flesh and blood.
The old man looked at the approaching big palm with no expression, spoke a silent word with his withered lips slightly opened, and crossed his dirt-covered hands in front of him, making a fingerprint.
As this silent symbol came out of his lips, and as his hands were superimposed into seals, the dirty old robe on the old man suddenly became extremely hard, and every wrinkle was flattened. It looked like he was not wearing a robe, but the robe was supporting it.
His skinny body.
The wind from the palm stopped suddenly, and the top of the old man's head kept shaking, but there was no way to capture it. The movements of the rest of the giant man's body also became extremely slow and stiff. Blood began to drip from the corners of his eyes, and his jaw kept shaking, looking extremely painful.
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The old man's face was very pale and he looked very labored. He raised his right arm with difficulty and stretched it towards the giant man's chest, his movements seemed extremely slow.
The giant man seemed to be controlled by some strange force at this time. He watched helplessly as the old man's hand approached inch by inch, but he was unable to make any move to stop the opponent.
The old man's palm silently pressed on the giant man's chest.
Strong wind spurted out from between the palms and the giant man's chest, and with a muffled sound, the giant man's stone-like chest bones broke and collapsed suddenly!
With the strong wind blowing in the palm of his hand, the old man's body shrank and retreated. The forest wind disturbed the corners of his robe and whistled. He instantly returned to the carriage and sat down cross-legged again.
The progress and retreat could not last more than an instant. The old man left and came back again. His hands fell lightly on his knees, and the robe on his body became wrinkled and dirty again, as if it had never been moved at all.
The giant man deep in the dense forest of Beishan Road finally regained control of his body at this time. The palm that he had never struck made a big hole in the ground with a bang. However, it was too late. He looked at himself
The blood pit on his chest let out a roar of unwillingness and despair, and collapsed like a mountain.
The old man who was sitting cross-legged next to the carriage glanced at that place and began to bend over and cough violently. There were even bright red blood spots coughed onto his robe.
The guards set up a sword array and risked their lives to fight with the small handleless sword, buying precious time. During this time, the old man calculated and captured the hiding position of the opponent's great swordsman, and then used his inexhaustible weapon to attack him.
Using a small sword as a bridge, he used his telekinesis to directly hit the opponent from the air. To complete this blow, it took a huge toll on his mind.
Then he floated to the Beishan Road and killed the giant man with his hands. It seemed very easy, but in fact it was an extremely risky move. The mental power in the Qi Sea Snow Mountain was completely wiped out, and his body became extremely weak.
Fortunately, the overall situation has been decided.
The battle at the Beishan Crossing has ended. The prairie horse thieves who followed Her Royal Highness the Princess proved their loyalty, courage and strong combat effectiveness in the battle. The slightly curved swords killed all the enemy dead soldiers, and they also paid a great deal of effort for it.
At the price, those who were lucky enough to survive were covered in blood and were no longer able to stand.
The number of guards who survived and could stand up was even smaller.
The old man looked at the tree not far away with a complicated expression.
Night invaded, and everything was quiet at the Beishan crossing. The bark of the big tree peeled off in pieces, as if a person had aged rapidly in a very short period of time. Ominous spots appeared, and the body showed signs of decay and collapse.
A middle-aged scholar wearing a green gown slowly walked out from behind the big tree, carrying an empty round sword scabbard slanted over his shoulder. This man looked handsome. Although he was a little older, if he was on the boat at a brothel in Chang'an, he must have looked like a man.
It deserves the word Pianpian.
It's a pity that his appearance at this time cannot be said to be graceful. Countless tiny blood drops seeped out from the pores on his face and hands, turning him into a bloody man with a terrifying face. Some parts of his blue gown were also soaked with blood.
, it seems that the body covered by the clothes is covered with those small blood drops just like the exposed face and hands.
The middle-aged scholar raised his sleeves and wiped the blood and sweat from his brow, looked at the old man beside the carriage, looked at the empty scabbard beside the old man, sighed with emotion in a low voice: "One wrong move, every wrong step, Haotian said
Lu Qingchen, who is enshrined at the south gate, actually...abandoned his sword to practice meditation. If this news spreads, I don’t know how many people will be shocked."
After a moment of silence, he said with emotion: "What I didn't expect is that you are so old that you can still successfully advance to the Dongxuan realm. Is there some secret method of Haotian Dao?"
The old man's name was Lu Qingchen, and he replied harmoniously: "I followed His Highness northward for a year, and saw some different scenery and different human feelings on the grassland. I was touched by it, and my realm improved a little. It has nothing to do with this sect.
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Hearing this unexpected explanation, the middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment. If he realized something, he was silent for a long time. Then he looked at the guard leader who was kneeling on one knee among the fallen leaves, holding a knife, and said in a very serious tone:
"Since I entered the realm of great swordsman, I have always thought that secular force can no longer compete with me. Today you and your subordinates taught me a lesson."
The middle-aged scholar bowed his hands to the seriously injured guards among the fallen leaves and praised: "Having heroic and fearless soldiers like you is the pride of the Tang Dynasty."
The leader of the guards bowed his head slightly and said nothing.
"There are not many great swordsmen in Chang'an, but I don't know you." The old man Lu Qingchen looked at the middle-aged scholar covered in blood and said, "The academy is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden."
Hearing the word "Academy", the people who survived in the woods at the entrance of Beishan Mountain couldn't help but look confused and shocked. Could it be that the assassination of His Highness was actually related to the lofty Academy?
Ning Que subconsciously looked at the maid next to him and saw a thoughtful look on her face, but he obviously didn't believe this statement.
The middle-aged scholar was stunned, shook his head and said sadly: "I didn't expect you to see my origin. It's just that I, an unworthy young man, really don't dare to bring shame to the academy... I am just a stupid student who was expelled from the academy."
He was covered in blood, his body was shaking, and it seemed that he might fall down at any time. However, facing such a single enemy, the surviving prairie barbarians and guards in the convoy were very nervous, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Ning Que was also nervous, but his emotions were more of excitement and confusion.
He has lived in Weicheng for many years, studied Taishang Induction for many years, and imagined these strong men through the rumors in the market for many years. Today's battle at Beishan Pass was the first time in his life that he witnessed a real battle between strong men.
I heard that the powerful generals of the Tang Empire's military also had their own domineering methods, but the border had been peaceful for many years, and he, a small soldier in a border town, had no chance to witness such a battle on the battlefield.
The handleless sword flew all over the sky among the fallen leaves, the warriors were so strong that they threw rocks and smashed cars, the power of thought was running freely while his eyes were closed, and he was hurting people in the air. These extremely incredible magical aspects were performed in a short period of time, which made his mind wander.
Unable to calm down.
These three words, academy, expulsion, and stupid student, entered his ears and made him calm down a little, but immediately made him feel his scalp starting to tingle.
A stupid student who was expelled from the academy was able to kill nearly ten of the most elite guards of the Tang Dynasty with a dull handleless sword. Then, what incredible power would the real students in the academy have?
strength?
"It should be Xiahou's." The maid said quietly and indifferently beside him.
Upon hearing the word "Xiahou", Ning Que's expression shuddered slightly and his body became a little stiff. It took him a few seconds to return to normal, but the gaze he cast towards the court had changed from the previous admiration to a cold judgment and calculation.
"You are practicing Haoran Kendo, so it is not difficult to guess that you are from the academy."
Lu Qingchen said: "It just seems a pity that you didn't learn more on the second floor before you were expelled from the academy. When the sword was first released, it had the power of wind and thunder, but you forcibly transformed it into an agile and mysterious state.
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"Haoran's Qi is first and foremost upright. You have taken a side road. This choice is really boring. If you had met me in my prime twenty years ago, you would not have been my opponent even if you had not entered the Dongxuan realm.
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The middle-aged scholar lowered his head and smiled slightly. The smile on his handsome face covered with tiny blood beads looked particularly bleak.
As a great swordsman who has stepped into the realm of cave mysteries, this middle-aged scholar in blue shirt was invited to assassinate Her Highness the Princess. After knowing the strength of the old man next to the princess, he originally thought that this was an assassin.
A very simple thing.
However, the force that provided him with information did not know that the old man next to Her Royal Highness the Princess had entered the realm of cave mysticism on the grassland. What was even more shocking was that the person walking at the south gate of Haotian Dao actually chose to abandon
Jian Cong Nian.
Even so, he would not have been completely unable to fight again tonight, but the great swordsman did not expect that the guards of the Tang Dynasty beside the car could cause him so much trouble, so Lu Qingchen calculated his position.
It is very dangerous to be calculated by a strong person of the same realm, especially a mind master. Lu Qingchen first controlled the shadow of his sword, and then used the small handleless sword as a bridge to harm each other with his mind, facing the fastest killing person.
Mind Master, he had no way to deal with it. He was directly attacked by the other party's mind power into the snowy mountain of consciousness. His organs were shattered by the shock, and blood surged secretly.
He was destined to die at the Beishan crossing today. Naturally, he didn't care about the comments made by the old man Lu Qingchen. However, even if he died, there were some things he had to complete.