In the garden.
When the two elders noticed the obscure changes in the earth's veins, they could not restrain their expressions of shock and anger. When they thought about the situation of "Nangong Aotian", they still didn't understand what happened?
A sense of panic filled the air at the thought of what might happen, and the horrific consequences it would bring.
"I have something important to do, so I'll take my leave first."
The old Taoist priest with the immortal style waved his fly whisk, stood up and took steps, using the method of shrinking to an inch, and rushed straight towards the main city of Yuhang.
The other Taoist priests who were following him were startled, but they didn't have time to ask in detail, so they immediately stood up and followed him.
The head of the Nangong family, who looked like a Confucian businessman, only recovered from the incident of "nephew fainted". Seeing this scene, he subconsciously raised his hand to save him:
"Master Immortal, then my nephew..."
"This son has no connection with our sect, so leave it to Elder Luan." After all, the Nangong family has some power. Although he was extremely anxious, the viewer still explained.
As soon as the last word fell, the person disappeared.
Luan Yu suddenly felt that he had been tricked. He stood up with a flick of his sleeves, threw out a gold medal, summoned birds and beasts, and spoke concisely and concisely:
"I don't want it either."
After that, he grabbed Zhao Yuanyang and anxiously rode the pet beast into a stream of light and shot towards the sky.
The head of the Nangong family was stunned on the spot, and the guests were also in an uproar. They were too far away, and with their cultivation level, they were unable to notice the change in the fate of the country, and they felt it was inexplicable.
Yu Yu also looked confused: "Why are they running away..."
Ji Pingan looked indifferent, Shi Shiran stood up and said:
"Let's go back to the city. I'm afraid there are still a lot of things to deal with."
Huang He and the others looked sideways at him and suddenly realized that Ji Ping'an might have done something big secretly behind their backs.
…
outside the city.
On the mountains shrouded in night, the captain who was responsible for using the magic weapon to look out for the wind stood up, ran backwards with the metal cylindrical magic weapon, and sneaked all the way into the dark forest:
"Chief Secretary..."
He shouted, then froze, and saw Ye Hongling standing in the wind, her cloak trembling, her sword eyebrows on her beautiful face extremely sharp, staring in the direction of Yuhang City, her face suddenly turned a little pale:
"be cheated……"
"What?" someone wondered.
Ye Hongling clenched her silver teeth, and a strong panic and guilt came to her heart:
"Go back to the city quickly!"
After saying that, she jumped up and ran towards the horses down the mountain, with only one thought in her mind:
Hope it's not too late!
But...is it still too late? Ye Hongling was pessimistic.
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"Xishan Swordsman, please give me some advice, senior!"
In the north of the city, on the long street where the Martial Arts Temple is located, as the clouds in the sky are shaken away, the faint starlight falls, and the entire area seems to be covered with a veil.
When Qi Nian walked on the moon, hearty laughter fell, and the red shadow standing on the ground had its hair standing on end, giving birth to a strong premonition of danger.
Unable to interrupt Ji Ping'an's lock, he subconsciously disintegrated his figure into entangled lines, fell to the ground, and turned into hundreds of "thin lines", spreading in all directions.
At the same time, a light cyan sword energy emerged from the rusty iron sword in Qi Nian's hand.
As soon as it appeared, it expanded like a breath, turning into a huge blue light a hundred feet long, covering the long street, and suddenly swallowed up the entire street.
Sizzling... Amidst the sizzling sound like hot oil being poured, the "Kagemusha" who were originally densely packed and filled the entire street simultaneously raised their hands to cover their heads.
As if afraid of the bright sword light, the ice melted and the snow melted.
In the blink of an eye, the gloomy and ghostly streets returned to their original state, while the fierce sword energy was like the night wind, blowing in all directions along the streets.
The blue bricks, stone slabs, and walls were cut apart, making a hissing sound.
The surface of the masonry visible to the naked eye has been worn away, just like the old man sharpening his sword in the Western Mountains over the past hundred years.
"Sword cultivators read together!"
The black lines reunited on the street, and the scarlet pupils under the Shadow Protector's veil suddenly shrank into two black dots, and intense confusion arose in his heart.
He has been planning tonight's action for a long time. Although it is not perfect, he has tried his best to include all the powerful people in Yuhang. But only one old sword cultivator was missed.
It wasn't that he was careless, but that in the past hundred years, Qi Nian had never taken a step down the mountain.
No matter how dangerous the city is, it sticks to its principles. This behavior has gone on for too long and has become deeply ingrained in the hearts of many people. Even the group of masters rushing back frantically at this moment did not count Qi Nian as the "power" in the city.
What's more, Nishiyamamoto is also in the suburbs.
Of course the Four Saints didn't know that Qi Nian's knot in his heart had been broken by Ji Ping'an that day, and the so-called "precepts" were no longer binding.
Hongying had no time to think about the truth at the moment. After witnessing this sword, his original belief in victory was shattered, leaving only dignity and madness.
"You want to stop my Holy Cult?" He didn't bother to talk or ask about the whole story, because it was meaningless.
The old swordsman smiled casually, floated down the long street, and said:
"I have been trapped in the Western Mountains for hundreds of years. Today I am coming down the mountain. I am in need of someone to test my sword."
Hong Ying's cheek twitched, staring at him, his voice distorted:
"Young people in the future, do you really think that you will eat Dingben to protect the Dharma?"
As he spoke, he took a step, and as his boots hit the ground, with the soles of his feet as the core, a black shadow like ink stains spread around.
He took the second step, and the shadows under his feet spread, dyeing everything pure black.
Qi Nian raised his eyebrows. Although he was old, his clear eyes were filled with surprise and excitement, as if he had seen an opponent who was finally worth using his sword.
"laugh……"
The old man also took a step, and immediately, a pure white sword mark suddenly appeared on the green brick floor in front of him.
Like a sharp weapon, it was cut along the surface of the masonry. This straight line spread straight towards the other side. When it touched the shadow, dazzling sparks erupted, and there was a faint metallic roar.
The wind suddenly became quieter.
Ji Pingan, who was standing behind Qi Nian, opened his eyes and calmly observed the collision of the "powers" of the two strong men sitting in the well.
What is momentum?
When a monk enters the well-sitting realm, both his spiritual will and the spiritual essence in his body can come out of his body and radiate to a certain area around him.
It even condenses into an invisible wall. When the wall is rounded into a circle and connected end to end, it becomes a "well".
The small space in this well is the prototype of a small world, and the energy lingering in the "well" becomes "potential" in perception.
At this moment, in Ji Pingan's eyes, as the two gradually approached each other, the edges of the two "wells" in the middle became increasingly clear.
Around the shadow protector, the shadows condensed into an illusory circle. Under Qi Nian's feet, the blue bricks were continuously cut by the sword energy, forming a larger circle.
The next moment, the Shadow Protector suddenly raised his hand, whipping up a strong wind, stirring up all the surrounding stones and gravel to fly, and then punched him in the air.
Heaven and earth wind and thunder!
With a click, his silver-white hand bones spit out gray rays of light, and countless stones were wrapped with burning flames, making sharp whistling sounds, and smashing forward like a violent storm.
Qi Nian didn't move, and an illusory long sword suddenly appeared in the air, then a second sword, a third sword...
In the blink of an eye, dozens of illusory long swords were lined up in a row, with the hilt at the top and the tip at the bottom. With him as the center, they formed a perfect "ring" and rotated crazily counterclockwise at a dizzying speed.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."
The stone hit the sword energy shield, making a crisp impact sound. It was bounced off and splashed on the surrounding walls and ground. Every gravel hit the ground like a bullet, instantly creating dark holes as thick as a finger.
The Shadow Protector took one step forward, and his figure melted into the shadows. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the sword energy shield, and his silver fists shot out.
"boom!"
A violent explosion sounded, and the rotating sword energy was like a machine that had been unplugged. It stopped suddenly and stopped. At the same time, the rusty iron sword in Qi Nian's hand was gently handed out from the gap.
There was a warning sign in the Shadow Protector's heart, and his figure suddenly pulled out a long string of afterimages backwards at an extremely terrifying speed.
But the iron sword flew straight out at a faster speed. The tip of the sword rubbed against the air and became red hot in an instant. It was like an iron tool that had just been forged in a blacksmith's furnace, and the rust on the sword's body also fell off.
Upon seeing this, the Shadow Protector clasped his hands together brazenly, clamped the tip of the sword with his two silver palms, and was pushed backwards for more than ten feet. His feet plowed two deep ravines on the ground.
But when he was about to hit the door of the Martial Arts Temple, he suddenly stopped. Two mechanical limb-like palms twisted, and with a squeaking sound, the sword was twisted into a twist, and was thrown to the ground:
"Is the sword field in Tang Dynasty so shabby now that it doesn't even have a good sword?"
Ji Ping'an saw it from the side and threw the steel knife in his hand:
"Quick victory."
The old swordsman didn't seem to care that his weapon was destroyed, but was even more excited.
As a swordsman genius who once achieved great fame in the Southern Tang Dynasty, he was in love with the pinnacle of swordsmanship. He had been holding back in the mountains for hundreds of years without having a happy fight with anyone.
At this moment, the fighting spirit became more and more tyrannical, and the look towards Hong Ying also showed eagerness to try——
Although there is a gap in the realm between the two, one is actually at the top of the well, and the other is only temporarily promoted using magic skills, but the real combat power cannot be just based on paper data.
Just like Ji Ping'an, as a reborn person, he does not need to rely on magical weapons and can win at smaller realms.
Hong Ying is only worse in terms of spiritual reserves, but his understanding of "Tao" is not inferior to Qi Nian.
The brief exchange between the two just now was mostly testing. After hearing Ji Ping'an's words, the old swordsman took the steel sword, held the blade with his left hand, forged it into a sword, and said with a smile:
"Then let's make a quick decision."
After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed, and hundreds of illusory sword shadows suddenly appeared behind him, and only one spit out:
The word "go".
Then it filled the whole street. The red shadow screamed strangely, spitting out gray flames all over its body, turning into a comet and dragging a stomach flame towards the old sword cultivator.
"boom!"
At this moment, two warriors sitting in the well collided. If viewed from the air, with the two as the center, the rolling air waves spread in all directions in a ring. The walls on both sides cracked first, and then collapsed, and smoke and dust were everywhere.
Even though the surrounding area was relatively remote, countless people were still awakened. They walked out of the yard and looked in the direction of the Martial Temple in astonishment. A beam of light ripped through the night and rose from the ground.
Bang bang bang...
In the distance, the veiled Four Saints who were guarding the street corner looked at the scene ahead in horror.
With their cultivation, they were completely unable to see clearly the movements of the two in the battle group, and how many rounds of competition had gone through at this moment.
They only saw that when the air wave slowly fell, a figure flew out like a broken sack. It was the Shadow Protector.
At this moment, he no longer had any arrogance, his hat was broken, his veil and clothes were in tatters, revealing a face that lacked sunlight.
Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and one arm was missing. Only the smooth fracture at the elbow was dripping with blood.
"Snapped!"
At the same time, a tattered arm fell to the ground. The silver-white hand bones were still squirming. It hooked the floor tiles with its incomplete fingers and tried to drag the arm towards the body.
Ah... The Shadow Protector let out a heartbreaking scream and stared angrily at the old swordsman in the smoke. Qi Nian's hair was messy, his face was flushed, there were large burn marks on his robe, but his eyes were extremely bright:
"Hahaha, the Four Holy Protectors are just mediocre!"
The Shadow Protector was furious, but there was a look of horror in his eyes:
As an older generation, after his rebirth, he had great disdain for the strong men in Kyushu today, and did not think that these monks who were born in the era of "spiritual exhaustion" could compare with him.
But now, he found that he was wrong.
Without hesitation, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed. Suddenly, the shadows of the masked warriors in the distance suddenly left their bodies and flowed along the ground one by one, being swallowed by the shadow guardian. His injuries also recovered quickly.
The eyes of those four saints who had lost their shadows instantly became dull, as if their souls had been torn away. The life lamp between their brows was extinguished, and they fell silently one by one. Their bodies were still there, but their souls were dead.
"Shadow Devouring Technique!"
Qi Nian felt a shiver in his heart. He dug out this magic skill from his memory and was about to kill him when he saw the Shadow Protector's body being wiped away inch by inch, as if it had been swallowed up by some kind of force, making it impossible to sense or lock on.
The old sword cultivator looked around cautiously at first, but the warrior's warning did not work.
The next second, he seemed to think of something, his face changed, he turned back suddenly, and said in a voiceless voice:
"careful!"
In the distance, since the beginning of the fight between the two, they had distanced themselves, holding a lantern and standing at the feet of Ji Pingan, who was watching on the street corner in the distance, and his shadow was reflected by the light.
The demonic monk sitting in the well suddenly emerged with a broken arm!
The remaining hand took hold of the ancient carving knife at some point, and with a wisp of the power of national destiny, it was fiercely struck towards Ji Ping'an!
The attack was extremely sudden, and its speed almost exceeded the perception of the Pojiu cultivator.
On Hong Ying's pale face, his eyes were scarlet and mixed with madness. He doubted that he might be able to leave alive, so he chose to use his remaining strength to assassinate the young man who had ruined his plan.
However, the next second, he found that his hand was fixed in the air, as if his wrist was tightly clamped by an invisible hand.
The carving knife in his hand was only half an inch away from Ji Pingan's heart, but it could no longer advance.
Miss Qi Ling, who was wearing a wizard uniform and a three-cornered hat with pale skin and a dull and mechanical expression, exuded an aura of classical agility, walked out at some point.
Floating in mid-air, holding the silver hand bone with one hand, there was no expression on his face.
Ji Ping'an smiled, stared at the old acquaintance who was close at hand, raised his hand and took out the carving knife he was holding, and then stabbed it into the other person's heart with his backhand:
"The destiny of the country is not for you to use, it must be used for me."
Hongying's eyes were blank, he lowered his head in disbelief, glanced at the carving knife on his chest, and clearly felt that the power he had obtained with his "magic power" was rapidly fading, and his internal organs began to collapse under the backlash...
He didn't understand how the other party could break through his defense and "accurately" use the power of the carving knife to block the hub of the magic technique.
Even though he was seriously injured in the fight with Qi Nian, it was still too incredible.
Unless the other party is not only a person who is good at using "National Luck", but also knows all the details of his own skills...
Thinking again of his ability to call Qi Nian down the mountain... and the previous sentence "I promised a person that I would protect his empire for him"...
A crazy idea popped into my head.
On the verge of death, an idea flashed in Hong Ying's mind, and he suddenly understood the identity of the other party. He stared at Ji Pingan and squeezed out a voice from his throat:
"You are...you are...you are the big..."
Ji Ping'an smiled, nodded slightly, and pushed the carving knife completely into his body.
"Da...Da Zhou Guoshi..."
After all, the Shadow Protector was unable to say the last few words. Under the backlash of the martial arts and the raging fate of the country, the light in his eyes was extinguished little by little amid shock and a hint of "that's how it is."
Finally, he fell to the ground with a "plop".
The old sword cultivator rushed over and glanced at Jiang Jiang's position with some confusion, but could not see her presence.
He glanced at Ji Ping'an in confusion, wanting to ask how the other party killed Hongying, but he realized that it was probably some life-saving trump card, so he did not ask further, but said:
"As far as I know, the four martial arts temples in this city can only be broken open by attacking at the same time. Even if the other three are not guarded by a strong man like him, I'm afraid..."
Ji Ping'an pulled out the carving knife, shook the blood drops, and looked calm:
"It doesn't matter. I have already made arrangements."
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Jiangnan Gongyuan, inside Mingyuan Building.
Song Xuezheng was standing in front of the window, looking out at the dark night, with the sound of wind in his ears.
He lowered his head and looked at a simple jade talisman in his open palm. His face was calm with a hint of coldness. At this moment, he truly showed the magnanimity that a hidden official should have.
"It's almost time."
At the Dongcheng Martial Arts Temple, a group of Four Saints gathered in front of the temple and poured a basin of "black blood" on the statues in the temple.
They were extremely excited when they sensed the previous vibration, but then all movement disappeared, leaving them confused.
But just when the leader secretly felt that something was not good, he was about to try to extract the national destiny according to the backup plan.
Suddenly, the sound of "bang" and "bang" came from the night.
"Who is it?" A warrior drew his sword and shouted vigilantly.
The sound of coughing spread in the night wind.
A sickly scholar walked out slowly, covering his mouth with a handkerchief in one hand, as if he was about to die at any moment, but holding a long green sword in his other hand.
"Amitabha."
Beside him, a low-pitched Buddha's call came, and a monk with a scar on his head, black stubble, and a broken arm stepped forward.
Holding a wooden fish in his hand, it makes a sound on its own without knocking it. It is extremely miraculous and is obviously a magic weapon.
Nancheng Martial Arts Temple.
"Things have changed, evacuate!"
The leading martial artist's expression changed, he waved his hand and led a group of believers to withdraw from the martial arts temple. Just as he was about to leave, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
I saw that the streets on both sides were suddenly blocked by some masked killers. The leader, a slovenly old man with a wretched face and a thin body, grinned:
"I see that you are destined to be poor..."
A group of believers suddenly changed their colors.
Xicheng Martial Arts Temple.
"ah--"
A scream woke up many people. Some people climbed up the wall in confusion, looked outside, and their eyes widened in horror.
I saw a killing scene taking place on the street in front of me. A group of men in black were fighting with a group of assassins.
One of the girls laughed and clapped her hands, while an illusory giant wolf sitting next to her was biting a believer in half, with blood splattering everywhere. Then she turned her head and looked this way, scaring the people to the point of fainting and falling to the wall. .
That night, the darknet killer reappeared.
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"Any arrangements?"
On the long street, the old swordsman Qinian glanced at Ji Ping'an, nodded, and said:
"What's next?"
Ji Pingan said:
"If my calculation is correct, the imperial court, Taoist sect, Beast Control Sect and other forces will also arrive in a while. Senior, just leave first. If there is any situation later, a letter will be sent through the academy."
Qi Nian looked at him deeply, nodded and said:
"good."
After a pause, he added:
"There were a few mistakes today. When the old man enters the sky and cuts them off with the sword of his heart, there will be no more mistakes."
He was referring to the fact that the Shadow Protector had unexpectedly arrived in front of Ji Ping'an just now.
Obviously, for the old swordsman with a proud personality, this was an unacceptable stain.
Ji Ping'an smiled:
"Heart Sword... I look forward to that day."
After watching Qi Nian leave, Ji Ping'an exhaled and heard Jiang Jiang next to him ask:
"What happened when this person just said you were big...?"
Miss Qi Ling hasn't been out for a while, and her curiosity can't be contained.
Ji Ping'an said calmly:
"I'm really big. Well... there are a lot of people coming here, let's leave first."
With Jiang Jiang's displeased expression, Ji Ping'an took her Tao Sutra back, bent down and reached into the Shadow Protector's chest, and indeed fished out a star fragment.
The last time he connected the two fragments, he had a vague hunch:
As the fragments increase, I may be able to truly "connect" to some existence deep in the starry sky.
At this point, he couldn't wait to try it.
Forcibly suppressing his thoughts, Ji Pingan walked to the front of the Martial Arts Temple, looked at the cracked statue, sighed softly, and flicked the carving knife with his finger.
With a "buzz" sound, the carving knife trembled like a dragon's roar, and the national destiny was restored.
The cracked statue began to "heal" and returned to its original appearance within a breath.
"Does this count as me saving Yu Hang again?"
Ji Ping'an murmured in his heart, shook his head, turned around and looked at the corpses on the street and the pitted traces of battle, his eyes were cold, he raised his left hand, spread his fingers and pushed gently.
In an instant, a chilling, ancient, and domineering sword energy swept across the entire long street like a wind and a lingering cloud, erasing all traces.
After doing this, he mastered the escape method and disappeared without a trace.
…
After a while, a phantom suddenly approached at the end of the street. It was very fast, jumping on one building after another, and finally slowly landed in front of the Martial Arts Temple. It condensed into a short-haired girl wearing a bamboo hat and a thin sword hanging from her waist.
Under the moonlight, Wei Huayang raised his head. On his beautiful and heroic face, a pair of eyes filled with time swept across the long street, and he frowned slightly.
Immediately, Wei Huayang closed his eyes suspiciously, and calmed down for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyelids and bit his lips. There was a trace of uncontrollable surprise and uncertainty on Gu Jing Wubo's face:
"The breath of Lihuo Sword Art..."
"Liyang...are you...back?"
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