Many things in the world are accidental, but many seemingly accidental things are inevitable.
Changling countryside.
As a carriage moved along the road, in a dilapidated roadside hut, a swordsman in a yellow robe stood quietly and became more excited, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.
His attention and perception were not in the carriage at all, but in the driver on the carriage.
He knew that the coachman was also wearing such a yellow robe like him before, and if that person hadn't left suddenly, it would be impossible for him to wear such a yellow robe and walk in the palace of Changling.
That person has been with the queen since she came to Changling from Jiaodong County. He didn't understand why the other party suddenly betrayed the queen and left. He only knew that the other party was far more experienced than himself and knew more.
As a result, I tried my best to track down many people, but there was still no news, and the whereabouts of the other party could not be traced.
Until today, this talent showed some flaws, and his whereabouts were finally determined.
Knowing too many secrets that should not be known, the final result is death.
This yellow-robed successor, who was also from Jiaodong County, had no sympathy for this predecessor, and he didn't want to have any dialogue with him. He just wanted to confirm the identity of the other party, and then use the fastest and cleanest means to kill him.
To confirm the identity of the other party, it does not necessarily need to be confirmed when the other party is alive.
So when he was sure that it was impossible for the people in the carriage to escape, he breathed wantonly, and the small sword hidden in his sleeve made a trembling sound, turning into a bright flame, shooting from above. Through the hole in the roof.
This bright sword light did not directly attack the driver on the carriage, it was just a signal.
The winter forest on both sides of the road was full of frost, and two flying swords, one red and one white, fell towards the coachman on the carriage at the same time, with a stronger sword intent than the flying sword of the man in yellow.
The two galloping horses in front of the carriage felt the threat of death, neighed crazily, and flew their hooves, but they were stopped by the huge force from the front of the carriage, and they stopped on the spot, their hooves pawing the ground, stomping countless Splashy dirt.
In the space around the coachman on the front of the carriage, time seemed to be frozen, and the speed of the flying sword that pierced through the air with a murderous intent made the movement of the coachman on the carriage seem to be in slow motion.
Facing the red and one white two small swords, the coachman only made an extremely simple movement.
He took out a small brass mirror from his pocket, then pumped his true energy with all his strength, and poured it into the mysterious runes on the small brass mirror.
At the next moment, the small brass mirror made countless subtle sounds like small fish diving into water, and countless crescent-like yellowish lights burst out from the small brass mirror, gently supporting the two small swords, Immediately afterwards, the two small swords full of killing intent were completely restrained.
The two small swords were suspended outside the coachman's body, trembling and unable to enter or retreat.
The yellow-robed swordsman in the hut walked up to the Taoist room and looked at the two flying swords that were trapped, but there was no expression of shock on his face.
The opponent has followed the queen for a long time, so it is not surprising that he has an extremely powerful portable talisman on his body, and these two small swords only bind the opponent's footsteps here, and there will naturally be a stronger practitioner who will kill the opponent in the end, he just has to be there Witness the process of the opponent being killed.
His eyes naturally looked at the winter forest on the left.
A sword master there was fighting with all his might, trying to get back his bound flying sword. The whole winter forest was trembling constantly, countless dead branches were broken, and even the dead leaves on the ground were blown away, like strands of Like a fountain, it sprays from among the trees in the forest.
The figure of a woman suddenly appeared along with countless dead leaves.
Among the top practitioners walking in Changling, there are very few women, but as long as they are women, they are often extremely terrifying.
The woman who appeared at this time was Pan Ruoye, the master of Weiyang Palace in Changling Harem.
Pan Ruoye glanced at the driver on the carriage, dozens of dead leaves flew up, and suddenly accelerated to burn directly in the air, turning into lines of fire.
These lines of fire did not fall directly on the driver on the carriage, but sprinkled on the surrounding world, directly cutting off the connection between the small mirror and the vitality in the surrounding world.
The small brass mirror suddenly dimmed.
The two small swords began to move forward.
Within such a short distance, no cultivator could dodge the flying sword's thrust in time.
The life of the coachman was seen to be over.
However, at this moment, an unruly aura suddenly descended on the road.
Pan Ruoye's breathing suddenly stopped, her eyes suddenly widened, and her face was full of disbelief.
Those fire wires suddenly went out.
The small brass mirror reappeared light, and the two small swords that started to accelerate again immediately hovered in the air.
A sword master sensed something and flew forward in horror.
However, a palm was many times faster than his figure, seemingly gently pressing on his body.
There was a bang.
The sword master didn't feel any pain before his body burst open.
A piece of broken bone flew out.
The sword master in the opposite winter forest had just felt the unrestrained aura approaching him, when the broken bone pierced through his eyebrows, and flew out from the back of his head with a cloud of blood.
The body of the yellow-robed practitioner on the road trembled violently.
In his subconscious mind, even Xu Hou of Hengshan, who was famous for his domineering in the Thirteenth Marquis of the Great Qin Dynasty, could not have such a domineering aura, and the most important thing was... it was impossible to be so powerful!
His pupils contracted violently, and what was reflected in his pupils with the strong wind was still a woman!
This is a middle-aged woman, wearing an ordinary Taoist robe, with two shocking scars on her face, making her seem to be wearing a hideous mask.
"Who are you!"
He trembled.
"Master?"
Pan Ruoye turned around, looking at this middle-aged woman who suddenly appeared and killed two powerful sword masters in one fell swoop, with an incomprehensible expression.
"Master?"
The yellow-robed cultivator opened his mouth, and he couldn't help but want to say something more, but the moment he opened his mouth, a violent breath fell into his mouth.
His head burst open like a ripe watermelon being hit with a hammer.
"Master, why is this?"
Pan Ruoye couldn't understand why the master, who had been unable to retreat for a long time, suddenly appeared here, let alone why she used such violent means to directly kill the practitioners present.
The scar on her face was as hideous as the woman wearing a flower mask. She didn't answer her question first, but just glanced at the two restless horses.
The two horses froze immediately, and then exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood.
"You said you wanted to tell me about the events of that year, about the time when that person chopped off my face."
The middle-aged woman still didn't answer her question, but turned to the driver on the front of the car, and said slowly and violently, "What do you want to say?"
Pan Ruoye's breath stopped again.
Many people in Changling have now forgotten this middle-aged woman, and also a very famous incident in Changling at that time.
But of course she knew the identity of this middle-aged woman and who was the one who cut off her face back then.
The coachman, wrapped in a violent aura, raised his head and put away the small mirror.
He knew that this middle-aged woman had practiced meditation for many years, but the mood at this moment was probably even more manic than back then, so he said without any nonsense, "The reason why the person chopped off your face back then was because Zheng Xiu provoked you."