Sword comes

Chapter 409 Some stories don't need to be known

It was still noisy inside and outside the restaurant.

The Sui Dynasty had always been prosperous, and the common people were willing to spend money and dared to spend money. After all, the Geyang Gao family, who sat on the dragon chair, created an extremely stable and prosperous world during these hundreds of years.

At the window on the second floor, Mao Xiaodong looked out the window and reminded Chen Pingan behind him, "Remember to protect yourself, don't worry about me."

Nine Realm Jindan Sword Cultivator, Longmen Realm Warrior Cultivator, Longmen Realm Formation Master, Far Traveling Realm Martial Artist, Golden Body Realm Martial Artist.

Five assassins.

Regardless of their identities, regardless of their positions, they all gathered together and hid within a thousand feet of this restaurant.

This kind of battle, not to mention chasing and besieging a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal other than a sword cultivator, I am afraid that a monk in the Yupu Realm can be killed.

Chen Pingan thought of the demon-killing event in Caiyi Country's Town God's Pavilion, the girl with bells tied around her wrists and ankles, when the two met by chance, as the daughter of the sheriff, although her cultivation was not high, every time she helped, she always It was just right, so that Chen Pingan had a good impression of her.

Afterwards, he traveled to two continents and an upside-down mountain. It was always him, Chen Pingan, who either fought against the strong alone, or accompanied by four people in the picture scroll. The one who made the final decision was still him, Chen Pingan.This time in the Sui capital, Chen Pingan only needed to stand behind Mao Xiaodong. This situation made Chen Pingan a little strange.But in the bottom of my heart, I still have some regrets. After all, it is not in the Ouhua Blessed Land where "there is a God above the head to oppress people with the way of heaven". After returning to the Haoran World, Chen Pingan's current cultivation base is still too low.

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "When you reach my age, if you are still a worthless Nascent Soul cultivator, see if I don't scold you to death for Mister."

Chen Ping was helpless, patted the sword gourd on his waist, and told Feijian Chuyi and Fifteen in his heart that they were ready for the assassin to appear at any time.

Inside the two big sleeves of the golden robe, there is a shrinking amulet on the fingertips of the right finger to prevent sneak attacks, and the amulet of the day and night wandering gods to defend against powerful enemies in the left hand.

Mao Xiaodong felt relieved.

The journey of the rivers and lakes that is so far away for the younger brother is not in vain.

Mao Xiaodong suddenly rang out his voice on Chen Ping'an's Heart Lake, and asked, "Have you ever had the experience of walking by the long river of time before? Compared with the previous experience of the suppression of Haoran righteousness in the Confucian Temple, it is more uncomfortable."

Chen Pingan replied based on the number of kungfu ways gathered together into a line: "I have walked twice, the first time I have not practiced martial arts, and I walked in Lizhu Dongtian Town. The old temple master pulled it, and probably saw the time flow of at least two hundred years, and it was often reversed and staggered back and forth, so even though I was already a martial artist of the five realms at that time, I still found it very difficult, compared to the time I gave in Luba Mountain. People feed fists, the taste is not bad at all."

Mao Xiaodong asked with a smile: "You and I chatted about our travels in the study before, why didn't we tell you earlier, if you don't tell others about such a feat worth showing off, it would be a waste of money. Even if I am a Nascent Soul cultivator, Before I became the master of the Cliff Academy, I had never experienced the scenery of the long river of time, which is a picture scroll that only monks in the Jade Realm can come into contact with."

Chen Ping'an suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said, "Master Maoshan really has the magical power to move mountains, and temporarily use this place as a small academy world?!"

Mao Xiaodong nodded and said: "That's right, in the past few years, by protecting the little vase, I have been walking around the capital of the Sui Dynasty and concealing the truth. The heart is indispensable."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's understandable."

Mao Xiaodong laughed angrily: "You haven't even called Brother Mao, I want you to understand?"

Chen Pingan admitted that he was wrong and stopped talking.

With one hand behind his back, Mao Xiaodong raised his arm with the other, and using his finger as a pen, he wrote the four characters "Shanya Academy" in an instant. Every time a stroke was completed, golden light would flow from his fingers and never disperse.

After finishing writing, Mao Xiaodong shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "The world is everywhere!"

The four golden characters flashed away in all directions.

Mao Xiaodong turned his head and said, "Just sit and drink."

As soon as the words fell, Mao Xiaodong had disappeared.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, and the familiar feeling engraved in his heart was like a surging river. Chen Pingan was like a person who was not good at swimming, and he was in the bottom of the water in an instant.

Heaven and earth are silent.

There was no more movement in the restaurant.

The Longmen Realm Master was secretly "arranging troops and forming formations". When his spiritual energy suddenly stagnated and was not running smoothly, he suddenly raised his head and saw pedestrians standing still on the road, and the birds hovering in the sky out of the corner of his eyes.

This formation master didn't care about being spotted by Mao Xiaodong from the cliff academy, he immediately stopped covering up his aura, and poured out majesticly, holding a golden talisman between his fingers, and was about to make a move.

Putting one hand on the man's shoulder, he said with a smile: "Your formation is born out of the Longmen formation passed down by Taoist Ning Quanzhen of the Middle Earth, right?"

The formation master was stunned.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't get rid of the big hand on the shoulder of the man behind him, his face was flushed, and he hoped that someone from the other four could rescue him in time and help him out of trouble.

A formation master needs to use the power of heaven and earth drawn by the formation method to cultivate his own body and mind. Compared with swordsmen, military monks and pure warriors, there is a huge gap.

Fortunately, the formation master did not completely despair.

A radiant sword light started from the northeast direction, like a white line, and flew towards it swiftly. The point of the sword point was exactly between Mao Xiaodong's eyebrows behind Xiang Zhenshi.

This sword is naked in the small world, its trajectory is not completely straight, the tip of the sword trembles subtly, and the blade of the Flying Sword of Fate fluctuates up and down.

There was a crackling sound, and wherever the flying sword went, a series of lightning and flints were sputtered by friction, which was extremely eye-catching.

This is the fierce flying sword, which has conflicted with this small world.

Mao Xiaodong didn't dodge, and there was no sign of invoking the abundant aura of a Nascent Soul.

The flying sword, which was less than a foot away from the tall old man and the formation master, suddenly caused a circle of ripples, like a stone thrown into a lake, crashed headlong into the water, and disappeared.

At the same time, the formation master's seven orifices were bleeding, and he trembled involuntarily. With this movement, he collided with the ubiquitous flow of time in Xiaotiandi, and the bleeding continued. All the key qi palaces that warm and nourish the natal things, the heart door and the gates of the mansions seem to be pierced by thousands of needles. The array teacher tried his best to move the two fingers that held the life-saving talisman. The fingers are movable, but the body is thick. Like mercury's aura, it freezes and cannot move at all.

Mao Xiaodong grabbed the man's neck and threw it somewhere behind him.

The golden core sword cultivator's natal flying sword stirred up a vortex of flowing water behind Mao Xiaodong, stabbing out like a villain breaking through a door.

But it was long overdue.

The array master, who was already seriously injured and on the verge of death, happened to block the route of the flying sword.

The Nine Realm Sword Cultivator in the distance didn't have any intention of stopping the flying sword, he directly pierced the body of the formation master, controlled the flying sword with his mind, and continued to assassinate Mao Xiaodong!

The array teacher was killed on the spot, and he died with regret.

Didn't it mean that Mao Xiaodong was just a Nascent Soul cultivator after leaving Donghua Mountain?

On the way of practice, there are hundreds of schools of thought from the three religions, all roads, alchemy and medicine, taking food to keep in good health, inviting gods and ghosts, looking for qi guidance, and refining inner alchemy, but Lao Fang, once he crosses the threshold, he will enter the middle five. The environment has become a god in the eyes of ordinary masters, and it is indeed infinitely beautiful.

It is not without reason for people who practice Taoism to cut off the world of mortals on the mountain and ignore the right and wrong of the world.

Because there are also Qi practitioners who do not believe in evil at the foot of the mountain.

There are also Confucian academies.

Mao Xiaodong stepped forward in one step, and appeared tens of feet away, turned around, and, not too late, just caught the flying sword that was trailing here with his two fingers.

Although this feat of easily holding the flying sword with two fingers can be described as shocking, it is enough to scare Da Ya out of Yizhou Dixian.

But when Mao Xiaodong was killing his sword intent.

The small world where Mao Xiaodong sits is actually shaking slightly imperceptibly.

The Martial Artist from the Far Traveling Realm was in someone else's world, and he couldn't travel far away against the wind, but he still flew like thunder, and finally smashed through two walls, passed through the entire shop, and punched Mao Xiaodong. come.

Several people in the shop were directly crushed by him, and the broken pieces finally hovered slowly in the air inside the shop.

With one punch, this person gathered all the qi in that mouthful of pure true energy, and without even a single bit of stored energy, he did not hesitate to trade his life for his own.

Mao Xiaodong mobilized the aura of heaven and earth to form a stele with gently swaying golden inscriptions, and an archway that also appeared out of thin air, all of which were smashed to pieces by Yuanyoujing Wufu's punch.

The old man of the Eighth Realm Martial Artist strode forward, unstoppable.

In addition, the golden body martial artist who jumped on the roof and came all the way, did not have the speed of the old man in the remote world, and his body was full of golden energy, colliding with the time and water of the small world, the body of the golden body martial artist seemed to be ignited A large ball of flames finally jumped down, and went straight to Mao Xiaodong who was standing on the street.

Mao Xiaodong, whose fingers were cut with tiny wounds, threw the flying sword imprisoned on his fingertips at the golden body martial artist.

Mao Xiaodong stretched out his palm to block the punch of that Yuanyoujing martial arts master.

Mao Xiaodong's sleeves bulged violently, his beard fluttered.

Most of the warriors in the golden body state are close friends with the golden core swordsman, regardless of the flying sword pointing directly at the heart, they still kill Mao Xiaodong.

Sure enough, Jianxiu Xinhu moved slightly in consonance, and tried his best to deflect the tip of the sword slightly, only piercing the warrior's shoulder.

Mao Xiaodong was punched in the back by the martial artist of the seventh realm who was supposed to be the weakest person.

The small world then shook.

The martial artist who travels far away with his fists blocked, his fists and spirits still heroic, took this opportunity to punch smoothly like a drum.

Like a fleeting moment, Mao Xiaodong stepped back step by step. The old man's arms were knotted and bloodshot, staining his clothes, but every punch was more brave than one punch.

On the side, the Golden Body Warrior did not take advantage of the fire to rob Mao Xiaodong, but followed the two of them as far as possible.

It's not that he doesn't want to hit Mao Xiaodong hard in one go, but that he knows the pros and cons.

Chen Pingan did not stand still, but swept out the window and climbed onto the roof of the restaurant with a wide view.

He also did not intervene in this battle.

The last punch of the Yuanyoujing old man sent Mao Xiaodong flying backwards.

The old man stopped immediately, and swept back, he wanted to take a breath of fresh air.

The Golden Body Warrior immediately moved a few steps sideways to block Yuan You Jing, standing on the line between the latter and Mao Xiaodong.

This is still not safe enough.

The Nine Realm Sword Cultivator saw every stitch.

The flying sword swept away.

Straight towards Mao Xiaodong.

The speed is so fast that it has surpassed the first appearance of this natal flying sword.

It is not only the relationship between Mao Xiaodong's unstable air mechanism, which caused the rules of the world to be not strict enough, but also the fact that the old golden core sword cultivator began to find some gaps and shortcuts in this short period of time, relying only on the flying sword several times. The sage sits in the small world and is known as the sky net that is dense and not leaky, but no matter how fine the mesh of a fishing net is, and this fishing net has been operating erratically, there are still loopholes to exploit after all.

To be able to become the sword cultivator who eats the most money from the gods in the world, and to be among the immortals of the golden core, there is no one who is easy to deal with.

Mao Xiaodong stretched out his hand to hold the ruler around his waist, and immediately stabilized his figure.

The snow-white beard was already stained with blood stains.

Facing the slender flying sword that looked like a tarsal maggot, Mao Xiaodong did not fix it with two fingers this time.

Roll up the big sleeve, and directly cage the flying sword into the sleeve.

Then I saw wisps of sword energy blooming from the big sleeves, the cuffs were shaking, and at the same time there were bursts of silk tearing sounds.

The Martial Artist from the Far Traveling Realm had already finished breathing, and when he kicked the ground, traces like spider webs appeared on the street. This martial arts master, under the influence of wind and thunder, wanted to take advantage of the opportunity created by his allies to fight that Mao Xiaodong in close quarters. The master of the academy mountain, who unexpectedly "entered" the Jade Realm, opened the distance and exhausted their chances with water and kung fu.

Being closely watched by a Grandmaster of the Far Traveling Realm.

The sea of ​​energy of ordinary earth immortal monks will be drawn by it, and there is no room for distraction.

A burly man in silver and white armor used two extremely rare high-grade square-inch talismans and the green coir raincoat talisman that concealed his body and aura in succession. It actually allowed him to grab the weakest area of ​​time and flow, making him Falling from the sky, the fingers of both hands interlaced, combined into a fist, and smashed down on Mao Xiaodong's head.

In the nick of time.

The flying sword shrouded in Mao Xiaodong's sleeve is about to break open and leap out.

Grandmaster Yuanyoujing is about to kill him with one punch.

But the real most dangerous ultimate move was that Longmen Realm military monk who covered his body with armor pills.

Apart from the formation master who was almost useless, the other four assassins cooperated seamlessly.

It's hard to imagine that among the four, only Nine Realm Sword Cultivator and Golden Body Realm Warrior are long-time acquaintances.

The ruler hanging from Mao Xiaodong's waist fell off by itself.

It was as if a slap had been slapped on the cheek of that military cultivator, and the whole person flew out and hit a distant roof, smashing a large piece of tiles.

Mao Xiaodong rubbed his toes on the ground, raised his sleeves, and pointed at Jianxiu, who was farthest away from him, "I'll give you back."

In an instant, the sky and the earth turned upside down and twisted.

It is like a piece of rice paper that has been twisted randomly by a naughty Mengtong but has never been crumpled into a ball. It is unspeakably grotesque and absurd.

The distant traveler watched him pass by Mao Xiaodong.

And Mao Xiaodong turned into an "upside down" posture.

Obviously close at hand.

But far away in the sky.

And on the layer of paper presented, there are dense golden characters, each one as big as a fist, which are classic articles written by Confucian sages to educate the common people.

He turned his head and shouted angrily, "Be careful!"

Mao Xiaodong seemed to be walking slowly, but after a figure of Mao Xiaodong disappeared in the east, he appeared in the west, and then turned to the north, but regardless of the direction, Mao Xiaodong was always closing the distance between him and the Golden Body Warrior.

The Golden Body Warrior didn't even know where he should hide.

Just like that, the tall old man who appeared in front of him inexplicably slapped his whole head off with a slap.

And that Longmen Realm Brigade cultivator has been being rained down on the armor by the ruler.

Xiaotiandi returned to normal order.

Mao Xiaodong held the shoulder of the headless body with one hand, preventing the body from falling to the ground, looking at the red-eyed old sword cultivator of Nine Realms in the distance, and asked, "Aren't you going to avenge your friend?"

Mao Xiaodong flicked his wrist suddenly, the corpse flew out and hit the wall of a shop, turning into a big pile of rotten meat.

Nine Realm Sword Cultivator and Yuanyou Realm Martial Artist both saw countless finer golden characters pouring into the aura of the tall old man from all directions.

Both of them looked solemn and stirring, and both had a sense of desolation in their hearts.

How is this played?

The two looked at each other.

They both saw determination in each other's eyes.

Mao Xiaodong looked around. From the beginning to the present, there were no clues, so there should be no Yupujing monks hiding in it.

In other words, these five assassins who had the will to die had no backup.

Mao Xiaodong raised the broken sleeve, took a look, raised his head and said: "You sword cultivators, earth immortals, and martial arts masters, don't you keep yelling about the monks of the academy, are you all embroidered pillows that only talk? ?”

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "Yes, you are indeed right."

Jianxiu and Yuanyoujing old man's heart tightened.

Mao Xiaodong strolled in the courtyard, like a scholar meditating in his study.

In the border area of ​​this small world, flying swords like the natal objects of the sword cultivator swirled.

Although the rank of the flying sword is not high, it is roughly equivalent to the natal flying sword of the sword cultivator of the Guanhai state and the Longmen state.

But with such a large number, who dares to take it lightly?

Not only that, but also on the ridges of the roofs, Confucian scholars in green shirts with different ages, holding books or swords appeared.

The same cultivation base is not high.

The same wins by quantity.

Groups of burly soldiers in armor poured out of the streets and alleys.

Those flying swords of different shapes and sizes rushed towards Jin Dan Jianxiu one after another.

The Confucian scholars on the roof and the armored soldiers on the ground rushed towards the warriors in Yuanyoujing.

Mao Xiaodong came to the military cultivator who was tired of coping with the ruler, but he didn't approach, and said, "You are the real dead soldier, you use the military armor pill as a cover, and you have a golden pill of an earth immortal cultivator in your pocket." , as long as you get close to me, you will die with me, even if you can't kill me, if you fight to save half your life and leave it to the other assassins, it is enough to keep me, Mao Xiaodong, here."

The soldier's Longmen Realm cultivator had firm eyes, ignored Mao Xiaodong's words, and just blocked the ruler with his fists to prevent the armor pill from being knocked to the point of shattering.

Mao Xiaodong stretched out his hand and pointed at the monk.

On the ground around the monk, strings of golden words rose up, like the pillars of a house rising from the ground.

Eventually a prison is formed.

The military cultivator smiled miserably, his face was ferocious, countless golden rays of light bloomed from his body and Qi Palace, and his whole body was smashed to pieces.

Unable to kill Mao Xiaodong, he wanted to destroy the ruler which must be the key natal object.

It was just the suicide of a Longmen Realm military monk and the explosion of a golden core, although the golden cage of the sage's writing was completely destroyed.

The ruler was safe and sound, except for the engraved words on it, which was a bit bleak in spirit.

It gently floated back to Mao Xiaodong's hand.

Mao Xiaodong hung on his waist.

Although the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator is surrounded by dangers, his life is safe.

The old man in the Far Traveling Realm killed all directions. The Confucian scholars and armored soldiers within three feet of him were all shattered, and he confuses them with majestic aura, turning those puppets with aura, and forcibly beat them into a turbid state that Mao Xiaodong can't control for the time being. Qi.

Mao Xiaodong remained expressionless, allowing the last two assassins to slowly consume their aura and true energy.

The aura in Xiaotiandi will eventually have its limit.

This is directly related to the stability and duration of this "cliff academy".

So the current world has unknowingly shrunk to a radius of four hundred feet.

If it was in Donghua Mountain, where the real Cliff Academy is located, Mao Xiaodong would probably still be able to maintain the eight hundred feet of heaven and earth.

This move is not the orthodox Confucian academy's secret technique of moving mountains, allowing Mao Xiaodong to step into the jade realm in one step. The flaw is that the cliff academy's body and spirit are not complete, and it is basically still staying on Donghua Mountain.

But no problem.

The two remaining assassins, as long as no outsiders intervene, they still have to give their lives here.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Mao Xiaodong withdraws Xiaotiandi's supernatural power at this moment, and temporarily returns Donghua Mountain to Liang Yuanying, who is guarding the gate of the academy.

It is difficult to kill the enemy, but it is not difficult to protect oneself.

But when that happens, it's not a happy thing.

Mao Xiaodong frowned.

A flying sword like a golden wheat ear broke into this small world abruptly.

After suddenly hovering in the sky, the tip of the sword rose and fell, and repeated this, pointing in one direction.

Mao Xiaodong withdrew his supernatural powers without saying a word, and returned to Yuanying cultivation after "falling".

And Chen Pingan, who had been standing on the roof watching the battle, didn't even need Mao Xiaodong's heartfelt notice.

A shot of Yangjian gourd, and it was swept out on the 15th day of the first day.

A square-inch talisman in Chen Ping's sleeve slammed into flames. He didn't choose to target the old man in the remote world, but shrank his ground into an inch, and went straight to the even more terrifying Nine Realm Sword Cultivator with instant killing power.

Anyone watching from the sidelines would definitely feel that Chen Pingan chose the wrong opponent.

At the same time, two ten-foot-tall "divine real bodies" of the day and night tour gods descended from the sky more majesticly than the military monks before, and smashed at the martial arts master before Chen Ping'an made a move.

Wearing golden armor, the Riyou God shines all over his body and holds an ax in both hands.

Ye Youshen was wearing a pitch-black armor and holding a big halberd.

Mao Xiaodong smiled knowingly.

Also slapped the ruler, and then plundered towards Nine Realms Sword Cultivator.

The warrior who traveled far and wide, who had made up his mind to die here, was not afraid of battle in the small world created by Mao Xiaodong.

When Mao Xiaodong hastily withdrew his magical powers for some reason, it stands to reason that as long as he cooperates sincerely with Jindan Swordsman, there may be some chances of winning.

But when the situation improved and it was no longer a death-defying situation, after a moment of hesitation, the Yuanyoujing warrior stood up from the ground and fled from Yuandun.

The sword cultivator was slightly surprised at first, and then walked away without saying a word.

Mao Xiaodong said: "Since you don't have the upper hand, you should not chase after the poor."

It's just that Chen Ping'an had already stopped, and he had no intention of chasing after him, but he didn't immediately put away the two gods of day and night, and let the money of the gods slip away from the money bag.

Mao Xiaodong came to Chen Pingan's side, "I'll take you back to the academy after I have a rest."

Chen Pingan nodded, still looking around and listening to all directions, even the hand that wrapped around his shoulder and held the hilt of the sword behind him did not let go of his five fingers.

Let the palms of your hands burn, bloody and bloody.

Young and old.

That nine-level sword cultivator had a close friend who died here, and his murderous intentions were even heavier.

So Chen Pingan immediately chose this person as the target of the fight.

The old martial artist in the Far Traveling Realm, when there is a way to retreat, no one can predict that he will retreat, but at least compared to Jindan Sword Cultivator, this person is more likely to leave his allies to leave the dangerous place and retreat on his own .

Mao Xiaodong withdrew from Xiaotiandi in an instant.

Chen Pingan made this decision, also in an instant.

Therefore.

This move will make a martial artist who travels far away feel fear and speculation.For example, why did the other party choose the more dangerous sword repairer to start, because they intend to really close the net?Or is there another trap waiting for them?

Chen Pingan let go of the hand holding the sword, and at the same time took back the amulet of the two gods exuding rare heavenly power.

After the world recovered, the screams of panic all around came and went.

Chen Pingan glanced not far away, and there was a head of the golden warrior who rolled to the ground.

Three died and two escaped.

Life and death, after all, each has its own reasons.

"Ready to go."

Mao Xiaodong put his hand on Chen Ping'an's shoulder, and said only one sentence: "There are some other people's stories, you don't need to know, why do you know?"