There is some silence in the mountain forest, some insects are constantly chirping, and there is some depression. A figure is lurking in the forest, observing the environment.
Based on my own feeling, what is relevant to me is in the forest ahead, which is one of the fastest ways to Songyun Gate.
Pei Ziyun glanced ahead, who was peeking at him
"The peeping happened a long time ago, but there should be a time limit for this. Now these people are ambushing on the road to Songyun Gate. Do they want to ambush me?"
Thinking of this, I suddenly heard the sound of some footsteps in front of me, and I hid in the grass, my breath hidden.
The group of people walked in an orderly manner and carried knives. The person in front said: "I heard that the person we are going to kill this time is very powerful. Do you think we can kill this person? If we kill this person, we may not be able to obtain the cultivation method. Qualified."
Hearing this, a swordsman sneered: "Huh, is it really that easy? How many elders and sword masters are needed?"
Hearing this, the captain snorted coldly: "Don't make arbitrary decisions in the door, patrol well, and remember to observe the surroundings. If we notice any abnormalities, we will be rewarded. Don't think of wild ideas."
"Yes, captain." The four people following the captain all replied, with some caution on their faces and some curiosity in their eyes. They looked around and observed the surroundings.
Pei Ziyun only glanced at it. Except for the captain who led the team, no one behind him had seen blood or had any murderous intent.
Pei Ziyun did not take action and thought to himself: "It seems that there is a Taoist who really wants me. I can't take action now. I have to find out and patrol, and then attack secretly."
"But the training of this sect, from my current perspective, has a lot of shadows of the army. Unfortunately, under the current circumstances, it can never become an army." Pei Ziyun continued to lurk in the grass and observe.
Many people think that as long as they follow military training, they can become an army. In fact, this is a manifestation of not being exposed to real military and political matters. Training is always just a blacksmithing technique, but to blacksmith, you must first have a fire.
Therefore, these swordsmen have some traces of the military, but they can only become the organization and temperament of mercenaries, but even so, it is very scary.
"Which sect dares to train private soldiers?"
"Looking at the familiar appearance of these swordsmen, I can be sure that nine out of ten of them are Qi Xuan Sect!"
Some bugs in the grass jumped on the grass blades from time to time, and some small animals moved in the grass and made some noises.
Several swordsmen passed by, and Pei Ziyun hesitated for a moment: "Go back to the door first, and then worry about it!"
With this thought in mind, Pei Ziyun paused for a while and waited for the noodle knife hand to pass by. Pei Ziyun walked through the forest and entered the forest. As soon as he walked in, he felt creepy, as if there was something terrifying hidden in the forest, so he immediately turned around and left.
"Who?" At this time, a swordsman turned around and saw a person retreating. The swordsman shouted: "Quick, someone is making fireworks."
Pei Ziyun stretched out his hand a little, and the ground suddenly sank.
The captain reacted very quickly. He immediately took out the fireworks and was about to launch them into the sky. At this moment, the figure flashed. His chest hurt and blood started to flow from his mouth. When he looked towards his chest, he saw that the tip of the sword had passed through his heart.
As soon as the long sword was drawn, the captain fell to the ground. Pei Ziyun stretched out his hand and took the fireworks bomb. He just glanced at it and put the fireworks bomb in his arms, or it might have some use.
The people who were originally trapped in the ground had pulled their feet out of the soil and ran away in all directions. They were all shouting, as if they wanted to call people over.
Pei Ziyun sneered and rushed forward, leaping forward. The man in front of him hurriedly retreated, and the sword was reversed. It was too late, and the tip of the sword pierced his left back!
Then he drew his sword, and Pei Ziyun rushed towards him. The two of them shouted, and suddenly fought back with all their strength. The sword and light were perfectly coordinated and looked very fierce.
"Even the swordsmanship is the swordsmanship of the army!" Pei Ziyun thought, but he was not slow, and with another charge, it turned into a faint shadow, along with the sword light.
Between the "poofs", screams rang out. One person's right leg was cut open at the hip, reaching deep into the carcass, and the organs in the cavity flowed out. The man threw the knife, fell down, and wailed.
Pei Ziyun turned sharply, and there was a brief "clang" sound as the swords met. The long sword penetrated another person's body sideways, almost piercing the heart sideways. This person was not even as good as the one just now. With a muffled groan, he fell to the ground and broke. gas.
In a team of five people, four people died immediately, leaving only one person.
"You can't escape. We shouted and someone will come soon. You can't escape." The man was trembling as he knelt on the ground and looked at Pei Ziyun.
"Who are you? Qi Xuan Sect, Holy Prison Sect, or Qing Xuan Sect?" Although Pei Ziyun had a guess, he had to be sure. He stared at the person in front of him and said coldly.
Listening to Pei Ziyun's words, the man gritted his teeth and said nothing. Seeing this, Pei Ziyun sneered again: "Are you waiting for your people to come for support? But have you noticed that you can't hear the sound of insects outside here?"
When the swordsman heard this, he looked at Pei Ziyun in horror, and said unwillingly: "Impossible. How is it possible for the Silence Technique to isolate sound within a radius of one or two feet?"
"If you don't want to die, just tell the truth." Pei Ziyun said coldly.
The man still said nothing, and Pei Ziyun nodded: "I understand, are you trying to delay time?"
As he said that, he didn't bother to force a confession, so he cut it off with one sword.
When the sword light fell, the man exclaimed in fear: "No, which Taoist family are you? We are members of the Qixuan Sect. If you kill us, you can't escape."
"Sure enough, it's Qi Xuan Sect!" Upon hearing this, the deliberately slow sword light accelerated and passed across the neck of the man in front of him. A head flew up, splashing half a foot of blood.
Pei Ziyun looked at the corpse on the ground and turned to leave. Suddenly he heard a voice from behind him. He turned around and saw another swordsman appeared: "You have killed so many people in Qi Xuan Sect and you still want to leave?"
Pei Ziyun's hair suddenly stood up, his vision suddenly went dark, and he fell into the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers. Without thinking at that moment, he blocked instantly. He only heard the sound of swords clashing, and he had already blocked the sword.
"Qingming!" Pei Ziyun glanced at him, and his eyes suddenly became clear. He looked forward, and saw that the darkness could no longer blind him, and a sword light pierced towards the center of his eyebrows.
Pei Ziyun took a deep breath and raised his sword from bottom to top.
The two of them passed each other in an instant, and Pei Ziyun wiped his face, which was wet with a little blood flowing down.
The darkness dissipated. This attack method combining Taoism and martial arts made Pei Ziyun secretly shocked. He heard a voice and laughed: "Who is it? It turns out that Duke Jie Yuan is here. What a good luck. I didn't expect that I just came out to reveal it." Breathe some air and see Mr. Xie Yuangong."
"What a good plan and swordsmanship." Pei Ziyun sighed. After sighing, he took out his sword and turned around to block it. A sword light appeared behind him.
"Zheng" the two swords collided instantly.
"Happily, I thought that Mr. Jie Yuangong's name was not worthy of his name, but this fight was really vivid!" Hearing this man laugh again.
Pei Ziyun took a few steps back and looked around. This time he finally saw a young man coming to kill again with a sword.
This young Taoist has a graceful demeanor, sword-shaped eyebrows, and a murderous look in his eyes. He is generally handsome, but his aquiline nose is a bit spoiled, and his face has a bit of fanaticism. He did not immediately set off fireworks.
Pei Ziyun only glanced at it and was speechless. Two more cold lights connected instantly. The ground sank, and the man was about to step on it. He seemed to feel the danger and ran away.
Pei Ziyun turned around and was about to leave. The man looked at Pei Ziyun, stroked his sword lightly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Pei, can you escape? If you don't want to kill me, I will immediately send out fireworks. This There are masters like me, and there are several others, how can you escape?"
After hearing this, Pei Ziyun stopped and turned around: "I didn't expect you to be a sword fanatic."
Hearing Pei Ziyun's words, the man laughed and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Jie Yuangong for the compliment. I have heard of your reputation a long time ago, and I also like your swordsmanship very much."
"Do you know that someone in the Taoist sect calls you the Little Sword Master? I'm very unhappy. There is no best swordsman. I am the strongest swordsman."
"You won't know whether you are strong or not until you kill him." Pei Ziyun held the sword secret and pounced on him.
"Zheng Zheng Zheng" The two people were entangled together. They were both proficient in the way of killing, and in the blink of an eye, they each fired seven swords.
After exchanging swords at last, Pei Ziyun stepped back with a muffled grunt, and a small crack appeared on his clothes. The same thing happened to this man, but he was just slightly injured. He looked at the wound and smiled, He said: "So your swordsmanship is like this, come again!"
Pei Ziyun's eyes were a little anxious, and he went to kill again. The swordsman shouted and pounced on him.
"Zheng!" The sword shook just a few feet away.
"Die!" Suddenly, Pei Ziyun's sword flashed and almost disappeared. The swordsman grunted and charged forward. Unable to stop, his right abdomen and chest opened, and internal organs and blood were squeezed out.
"You cheated." The swordsman said in disbelief. It was only just now that he realized that Pei Ziyun's swordsmanship was better than his own, but he deliberately cheated and killed himself in one fell swoop.
"Didn't you also commit fraud? You said you didn't send out fireworks, but you actually had other ways to notify the back, right?"
"However, your swordsmanship is good. If you deliberately fight, I can't kill you within a dozen moves, so I will show you that I am slightly higher than you to make you happy, and then kill you in one fell swoop." Pei Ziyun said: "You What is your name."
"Jian'an"
"I remember your name." Pei Ziyun looked at the person in front of him and said, indeed, this person's swordsmanship is very good. Although he has not reached the level of Grandmaster, he is only a hair short of it.
After listening to Pei Ziyun's words, the man fell to the ground. There was already a figure in the distance. Pei Ziyun turned around and ran, but he was thinking to himself: "Jian'an, the structure of Qi Xuan Sect is different from other Taoist sects."
"Just looking at the number of people, it might be better to call the martial arts sect better."
"The outermost layer is swordsmen. Cultivating swordsmen in the army is the cheapest and quickest but has the greatest benefits."
"In the middle is the Sword Palace, which trains further talented swordsmen, and finally the Taoist priests who are trained by the core."
"From my point of view, this is actually very scientific and very efficient. Unfortunately, it is also very easy to violate the taboo of dragon energy."
"If Xie Chengdong in his previous life could not become a saint physically, Qi Xuanmen would have to die for this method."
(End of chapter)