Nightfall Chapter 11: The sword mourns and admires
Chapter 11 The Sorrowful Admiration of the Sword ()
It seemed that I understood the roar of the giant man, and realized that I was caught in a trap. The grey and matt stalkless sword began to tremble violently in the air, and the surrounding air buzzed and screamed. It's like a bird rushing from left to right trying to escape.
The old man put his hands on his knees, looking at the handleless sword less than a foot away from the center of his eyebrows, his eyes are soft and silky, but these threads contain the power of terror, tightly wrapped around those who want to escape The handleless sword made it impossible to move at all.
The temperature of the place where the old man's eyes touched dropped sharply, and a thin layer of frost was instantly covered on the handleless sword, and the struggle became stronger and buzzing, but he could not break free.
This kind of futile struggle lasted for an unknown amount of time, and the handleless small sword finally fell on 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, behind a tree not far from the car array, a painful grunt rang.
The old man’s calm eyes flashed with a sense of relaxation, his hands propped on his knees, and his thin body suddenly bounced from the compartment, as if being blown by the strong wind, suddenly drifting to the deep forest in Beishan Road , Floating in front of that giant man.
The giant yelled violently, and his palms as big as a puff fan slammed from top to bottom, with a mighty momentum, like a hill directly pressing on the old man’s thin body, as if the palm of his hand would easily slap the old man into a pile in the next moment Flesh powder.
The old man looked at the big palm about to face his head with no expression on his face, and his dry lips slightly opened and said a silent character. The muddy hands folded in front of him, making a handprint.
With this silent talisman, lips appeared, and as his hands were superimposed into seals, the dirty old robe on the old man's body suddenly became extremely hard, and every wrinkle was flattened. It seemed that he was not wearing a robe, but The robe supported his thin body.
The palm wind stopped abruptly, and the top of the old man’s head kept shaking, but there was no way to take it. The movements of the rest of the giant man’s body became extremely slow and stiff, blood began to drip from the corners of his eyes, and his jaw kept shaking. It seemed extremely painful.
The old man's face was very pale and looked very strenuous. He raised his right arm to reach the giant man's chest with difficulty, and his movements appeared extremely slow.
At this time, the giant man seemed to be controlled by some kind of strange power. He watched the old man's palms approaching inch by inch, but he couldn't do anything to stop him.
The old man's palm was silently pressed against the giant man's chest.
Chi Chi, a strong wind sprayed from between the palm of his hand and the giant man’s chest. With a muffled sound, the giant man’s stone-like breast bone broke and collapsed suddenly!
With the strong wind blowing between his palms, the old man's body shrank and retreated. Lin Feng disturbed the corners of his robe, whirring, and instantly retreated to the carriage and sat down again.
The advance and retreat did not change in an instant. The old man went back, his hands lightly dropped his knees, his robe became wrinkled and dirty again, as if he had never moved.
The giant man in the deep forest of Beishan Road finally regained control of his body at this time. The palm that had never been able to hit hit the ground with a big pit, but it was too late, he Looking at the blood pit on his chest, he let out a howl of unwillingness and despair, and collapsed like a mountain.
The old man sitting cross-legged next to the carriage glanced at that place, and began to lean over and cough violently, and even a red blood spot was coughed onto the robe.
The guards set up their sword formations, surrendered their lives and forgot to fight with that handleless sword, and bought extremely precious time. During this time, the old man calculated and captured the location where the opponent's great sword master was hiding. Using the handleless small sword as a bridge, he used his thought force to directly injure the opponent in the air, completing this blow, and wasting his mind and energy greatly.
Then he floated to the Beishan Road to kill the giant man. It seemed very easy, but in fact it was an extremely risky move. The power of thought in the sea of qi and snow was wiped out, and his body became extremely weak.
Fortunately, the overall situation is set.
The battle at Beishan Crossing has ended, and the prairie horse thieves who followed Her Royal Highness proved their loyalty, courage and powerful combat effectiveness in the battle. The slightly curved savage knife killed all the enemy dead, and they paid a great price for it. Those lucky enough to survive were covered in blood, and they were already unable to stand.
There are fewer guards who survive and can stand up.
The old man looked at the tree not far away with a complex expression.
The night is invading, the North Mountain crossing is quiet, and the bark of the big tree peels off, like a person quickly aging in a short period of time, ominous spots appear, and the body has signs of decay and collapse .
A middle-aged scholar in a cyan gown walked out slowly from behind the big tree, with an empty round scabbard slanting behind his shoulders. This man looked handsome, although he was a little older, but if he was painting a boat in the Changan brothel It must be worthy of the word Pianpian.
It's a pity that his appearance can't be talked about at this time. Countless tiny drops of blood ooze out from the pores of his face and hands, turning him into a **** man with a terrifying face. Some parts of the cyan gown are already gone. Infiltrated by blood, it seems that the body covered by clothes is like the exposed face and hands, and it is also covered with those little drops of blood.
The middle-aged scholar raised his sleeves and wiped the blood and sweat from his eyebrows. He looked at the old man beside the carriage and the empty scabbard beside the old man. He sighed and sighed in a low voice: "One wrong, wrong step. , Haotian Road South Gate enshrines Lu Qingchen unexpectedly... abandoning the sword to cultivate the mind, if this news spreads out, I don’t know how many people will be shocked."
For a moment of silence, he said abruptly: "What's more unexpected is that you are old enough to be able to successfully advance to the Dongxuan realm. Is there any secret in Haotiandao?"
The old man was called Lu Qingchen, and he replied in a harmonious voice: "Following His Royal Highness to go north for a year, seeing some different scenery on the grassland, different human feelings, and some touches, so the realm has been improved, and it is in line with the original way. There is nothing to do."
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 head of the guard who was kneeling on one knee among the fallen leaves with a sword, with a very serious The tone said:
"When I entered the realm of the Great Sword Master, I always thought that the worldly force could no longer contend with me. Today you and your subordinates taught me a lesson."
The middle-aged scholar bowed his hand to the seriously injured guards among the fallen leaves, and exclaimed: "Having heroes and fearless soldiers like you is the pride of my Datang."
The head of the guard bowed his head slightly and said nothing.
"There are not many great swordsmen in Chang'an, but I don't know you." Elder Lu Qingchen looked at the **** middle-aged scholar and said: "The Academy is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden."
Hearing the word academy, the people who survived in the forest at Beishan Crossing couldn't help showing their doubts and shock. Could this assassination of His Royal Highness actually have something to do with the lofty academy?
Ning Que subconsciously looked at the maid next to her, and saw a thoughtful look on her face, but she obviously didn't believe this statement.
The middle-aged scholar was stunned, shook his head and said in a daze: "I didn't expect you to see my origins, but I, an unscrupulous young student, really didn't dare to shame the college... I was just a stupid student who was expelled from the college. ."
He was covered in blood, his body swayed, and it seemed that he could fall down at any time. However, facing such an enemy, such an only enemy, the prairie barbarians and guards who survived the convoy were very nervous, as if they were facing an enemy.
Ning Que was also very nervous, but more emotionally excited and helpless.
Living in Weicheng for many years, studying the Induction of the Supreme Master for many years, through those market rumors, imagined these strong men for many years. The battle at Beishan Crossing is the first time in his life that he has witnessed a real strong war with his own eyes.
The powerful generals of the Datang Empire military heard that they also had their own hegemonic methods, but the border has been flat for many years, and he, a small soldier in the border town, has no chance to see this kind of battle on the battlefield.
The handleless little sword flies all over the sky among the fallen leaves, the morale pulls the mountains and the rocks to break the car, the eyes are closed and the thoughts are crisscross, and the space is hurting people. These incredible magical aspects are connected in a very short time. It made him feel uneasy.
School, expelled, stupid student, these three words entered his ears, making him a little calmer and sober, but immediately made him feel his scalp tingling.
A stupid student who was expelled from the academy can kill nearly ten of the most elite guards of the Tang Dynasty with a dull stalkless sword, so how powerful will the real students in the academy be? To incredible power?
"It should be from Xiahou." The servant girl whispered coldly beside her.
Hearing the words Xiahou, Ning Que's expression was slightly awkward, and his body became a little stiff, and it took a few seconds before he returned to normal, but his eyes on the field have changed from the previous admiration to coldness. Judgment calculation.
"You practiced Haoran Kendo, so it is not difficult to guess that you came from a college."
Lu Qingchen said: "It just seems a pity. Before you were expelled from the academy, you didn't learn more on the second floor. When the initial sword came out, there was wind and thunder, but you forcibly turned it into agility. The realm of mystery."
"Hao Ran's spirit is upright and unimpeded. You walked into the wrong path. This choice is really boring. If you met me in my prime 20 years ago, even if you didn't enter the Dongxuan realm, you could not be My opponent."
The middle-aged scholar lowered his head and smiled slightly, the smile on the handsome face full of tiny blood beads looked particularly bleak.
As a great swordsman who stepped into the realm of Dongxuan, this middle-aged scholar in a green shirt came to assassinate the princess at the invitation. After knowing the strength of the old man next to the princess, he thought This is a very simple thing.
However, the faction that provided him with information did not know that the old man beside the princess stepped into the realm of Dongxuan on the grassland. What is even more shocking is that the South Gate of Haotian Road actually walked I chose to abandon the sword and read.
Even so, I wouldn’t be completely deprived of the ability to fight again tonight, but this great sword master didn’t expect that those Datang guards beside the car could cause such a big trouble to himself, and Lu Qingchen calculated it. Own position.
It is very dangerous to be calculated by a strong person in the same realm, especially a teacher. Lu Qingchen first controlled his sword shadow, and then used the handleless sword as a bridge to injure his thoughts. Facing the Nian teacher with the fastest killing speed, he could not respond at all, and was directly attacked by the opponent's thought power. Snowy mountains, the tremor's internal organs were cracked, and blood was surging.
Today is destined to die at the Beishan Crossing. He naturally didn't care about the comments of Old Man Lu Qingchen, but even if he died, he had to accomplish some things.