Eternal gate

boom! boom! boom!

Three explosive symbols exploded in no particular order, resounding throughout the vast night.

puff!

The big bird bled on the spot, mainly because it couldn't hide. The blood and bones were dripping from the explosion. It withstood 80% of the power of the explosive talisman. Each of its flapping wings was blown away, like a kite with a broken string. Falling from the air.

Looking at the young man in purple on his back, he is not much better. He is a good support player, but his physical body and ability to resist explosions cannot be complimented. The big bird is dripping with blood and bones, and he is also flying with flesh and blood, because the big bird is bleeding. , he also fell down from the sky. After all, he didn't expect that Zhao Yun had an explosive talisman. The explosion caught him off guard. He was standing too high and he was also a target.

boom! boom!

With a roar, the big bird landed first, smashing a small hill to pieces, followed by the young man in purple, smashing a huge boulder to pieces.

Amidst the debris flying, they couldn't be seen getting up, and they were afraid they wouldn't be able to get up. They were covered in blood from the explosion. Now that they fell, they were paralyzed on the spot. They were lucky to be able to breathe at this moment.

Zhao Yun arrived shortly afterwards, carrying the bleeding Zixiao Sword.

The young man in purple clothes wanted to get up, but he was unable to do so. All the bones in his body were broken, and no meridians were intact anymore. He fell into a cripple on the spot.

"Who sent you here?"

Zhao Yun said calmly, holding his sword and walking forward step by step.

The young man in purple had blood gushing from his mouth, but he showed no fear. Instead, he showed an inexplicable smile to Zhao Yun, with a touch of strangeness and a touch of gratitude. Zhao Yun frowned, wondering what this smile meant.

As he watched, the blood flowing from the mouth of the young man in purple turned into jet black.

"Damn it." Zhao Yun came over in an instant.

Unfortunately, he arrived too late. The young man in purple had swallowed the poison hidden in his teeth and died on the spot. Before he died, his expression showed no pain at all, but more of relief, like a twilight old man who could walk away. serene.

"Assassin." Zhao Yun whispered.

When a killer fails a mission or falls into the hands of an enemy, he or she will most likely commit suicide. Perhaps it is due to professional ethics, or perhaps he will die even worse if he returns home.

He searched the young man's body but found no identification tag. Apart from the clothes, bow and arrows, there was nothing else. The same was true for the big man and the old man. He couldn't find anything to prove their identity, let alone anything. Who sent him.

Gua! Gua!

The big bird is not dead yet, lying on the gravel and wailing. I don't know whether it is for its master or for itself. It is soaring in the sky, but it has never fallen into the ninth world like this one day.

"Rashomon."

The Moon God's sudden words seemed to be able to understand the cry of the big bird. In the cry, she read such a secret. She didn't know it, but Zhao Yun might know it.

"Rashomon?"

Zhao Yun frowned, how could he not know.

It was a very mysterious killer organization that existed as early as the ancient Warring States Period. There were many masters in the sect, and their network spread all over the world.

It is rumored that all the Rashomon masters in the past generations are genuine Tianwu Realm, and no one has really seen it, but when the name of Rashomon is mentioned, everyone is afraid of hearing about it. As long as the money is enough, no matter whether it is the Tianzong or the royal family, they don't seem to dare. Assassination, this example has been common for thousands of years.

At this moment, Zhao Yun thought a lot.

That night, the person who blew the poisonous mist into his room was probably a Rashomon killer.

He even suspected that the previous evil mage also belonged to Rashomon.

This assassination organization is so mysterious that it lurks in the world under various identities.

"Who exactly is it?"

Zhao Yun murmured to himself, wondering how much the financial backer hated him, and actually hired Rashomon assassins. This was not good news.

It is easy to hide from an open gun, but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow.

Being targeted by Rashomon, he would never be able to live in peace again for the rest of his life.

Didn't think much about it.

He took the corpse powder, destroyed the corpses, collected the weapons and belongings of the three assassins, and disappeared into the darkness. During this period, he coughed up blood more than once.

This battle is dangerous enough.

Facing a killer, death is possible at any moment.

At this point, he still has poison in his body.

Looking at his left arm, it is completely black and has no intuition. It hangs down weakly. The loss is three true spirit realms. If it is Xuanyang realm, it is really possible to kill him with one sword. A killer of that level, explosive talisman They may not all explode.

Late at night, he found a cave.

It took him most of the night to force out the poison, but his face was still pale.

After doing this, he took the weapons of the three people.

The three weapons are indeed impressive, especially the big man's gilded sledgehammer, which is made of gold black iron and weighs at least 800 kilograms. The old man's rapier and the young man's bow and arrow are also made of special black iron. Even the true spirit realm assassins With such equipment, one can imagine how terrifying a higher-level killer would be.

He sacrificed the beast fire and the sky thunder and melted them completely.

The essence of the three weapons was refined into the essence of the weapon, and was refined into the Longyuan Sword. After polishing, the Longyuan became even heavier, and the buzzing sound was like a dragon's roar.

After taking a sip of spiritual fluid, he looked at the Moon God.

The meaning in his eyes is still obvious: Xiu'er, I'm being targeted by a killer organization, why don't you show any sign of it? For example, teach me the secret technique to save your life.

Moon God didn't say anything, and glanced sideways at Zhao Yun: Didn't I tell you enough? Escape doesn't work? Walking through walls is not mysterious enough? The Fengshen step is not fast enough? Or is the Holy Law of Dou Zhan not overbearing enough? Can a small martial artist learn so much and use it?

"When I get killed that day, you can have some fun!"

Zhao Yun pouted, grasshopper on a rope, how can you be so ignorant!

Luna paid no more attention.

Be a master! Then you have to let the apprentice suffer some hardships, the training between life and death, in order to transform into nirvana. What you need is that state of mind, so go through it slowly!

Zhao Yun didn't take it seriously and took the skill of sword control.

This method is not difficult to learn. Just stamp the prohibition on the sword and use the hand techniques. As for how far it can fly and how powerful it can be, it depends on the Taoist conduct of the sword controller. If the background is strong enough, an ordinary sword can fly thousands of feet away. You can chop down mountains and gravel; if you don't have the foundation, you may not even be able to chop down a small sapling.

Under the moon, he lit a bonfire and set up a barbecue.

As for him, he was holding an ancient sword-controlling scroll, engrossed in reading it, and sometimes he would raise his hand to practice some hand techniques, such as performing seal seals. It has to be a perfect match.

Also, this method also involves mental power.

The higher the spiritual level, the easier it is to wield a sword. To put it bluntly, it is the foundation.

In his opinion, this sword-controlling skill is incomplete.

In other words, it is an improved version, and it is definitely not the real method of sword control.

Seeing this, he glanced at Luna.

The Moon God knew the meaning of his expression, but did not reply. Zhao Yun thought that was not bad. This method was indeed incomplete. The real art of sword control was extremely demanding. The mental power must at least transform into a martial spirit before he could barely use his soul. By controlling the sword, one can transcend the Heavenly Martial Arts, and the Martial Soul can transform into a Yuan Shen, capable of controlling all things in the world.

Everything here includes flying swords.

The soul is strong enough. With one sword, it can behead people hundreds of miles away.

When he becomes a god, one thought can turn into ten thousand swords, which can destroy the heaven and the earth.

This was also the reason why she didn't teach Zhao Yun's true sword-controlling skills. It was useless to teach him. He couldn't use it at all, and he didn't even have a martial soul, let alone a soul.

Improved version of sword control, just use it!

A small person in the true spiritual realm, trying to cultivate great supernatural powers for the sake of excitement.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun has taken the Zixiao Sword, with thunder and lightning lingering on his fingertips, imprinted on it.

Then, a drop of blood was stained on the brand.

At this point, he stuck the sword on the ground, put his fingers together, and silently recited the method. After performing the hand seal, he waved his arms wildly and pointed at the big tree five feet away.

Zheng!

The purple sky stuck on the ground flew with a clang, and the sword penetrated the big tree.

He moved his arms and changed his gestures, and Zixiao rushed away into the night.

However, the flying sword has limitations. If it exceeds the set distance, the connection will be broken.

He had already been mentally prepared for this.

However, he did master the sword-handling technique. If he had mastered the sword-handling technique before, there would be no need to use the explosive talisman. He could chop down the big bird with just one stab of his sword.

Therefore, if you learn how to control a sword, if you face someone flying in the sky in the future, you won't be so passive. You will fly low and cut it down with one sword.

As for the distance limit? Only temporarily.

As your cultivation improves and your foundation strengthens, the distance will naturally increase to its limit.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

In the mountain forest, the sound of swords kept coming, and Zhao Yun was playing swordsmanship again. He was playing with flying swords. He used the broken sword-controlling technique. This guy was so smooth with it!

"good."

Zhao Yun put away his sword, wiped his sweat, and laughed.

"Rubbish."

Moon God's eyes are a little slanted again. He's half-competent in handling swords. Let me see what you can do. If I really teach you the magic, will you go to heaven?

"Soar."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a wolf howl, which was quite domineering in the night.

After finishing the matter, Zhao Yun raised his eyes.

As soon as he entered his eyes, he saw a ray of light shooting straight into the sky. After a closer look, he realized that it was a person, a fat old man, with a fat head, big ears, big arms and a round waist.

"Can fly, Tianwu realm?"

Zhao Yun looked dazed and his eyes were round.

"Visual inspection shows that it will fall very hard."

The Moon God spoke deeply and flew into the sky. Was that flying? That’s a jump!

as expected.

The old man soared into the sky, and when he reached a certain limit, he began to fall. When he rushed upward, he was full of force; when he fell, his posture was not very harmonious, like a drowning person, going back and forth in mid-air. It fluttered, with nowhere to draw on, and formed a graceful arc, smashing down all the way.

boom!

This roar was still very loud. The old man must have smashed a mountain. Debris flew, and an invisible halo spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, ancient trees fell into pieces, and huge rocks fell. It was knocked to pieces.

puff!

Zhao Yun also suffered the disaster. He was knocked out on the spot and vomited blood. Unfortunately, he was still far away. If he had been closer, he would have been crushed into a pile.

"The peak of Ksitigarbha." Moon God said leisurely.

Why did she need to say that Zhao Yun had escaped, and before he could stand still, he was running away and crawling. He could destroy the true spirit realm, explode the Xuanyang realm, and Ksitigarbha realm martial arts cultivation was another matter. Moreover, he was at the peak realm. Without the body-protecting essence, the explosive talisman of his level is far from being able to explode. If you want to destroy him, one finger will be enough.

Eh?

Then a light buzz sounded, and judging from the tone, it was the fat old man, clutching his waist, crawling out of the gravel. Sensing the martial arts cultivator, he came here.