Zhao An scolded in his heart, he really couldn't imagine that he had calculated so much, and in the end, he ended up in an ambush.

And what's even worse is that there are huge steep mountain walls on both sides of this place, and there is only one path at the foot, except for the path in front of him, there is no second road at all, even if Zhao An casts the Wind Technique, it is absolutely difficult to pass two people in such a narrow place.

When Zhao An entered this road before, he really hesitated for a while, but because this path was extremely hidden on the map, and there were no treasures such as fairy grass and magic weapons on both sides, Zhao An estimated that no one should be ambushed here, so he walked in.

The most important thing is that after marking this mountain wall on the jade slip of the Yunhai Sect, it leads to a secret realm, and in that secret realm, there is an extremely precious herb.

There is no second way to get this herb but to pass through this passage.

The two disciples of the Falling Sword Sect, the older one was extremely thin, like a bamboo stick, as if the wind could blow it down with a gentle blow, while the disciples of the Falling Sword Sect on the side looked proud, and at first glance, they were arrogant and indulgent on weekdays.

The hands of both of them are covered with calluses on their right hands, and they look like masters who are used to using swords on weekdays.

When Zhao An heard the conversation between the two, he knew that it must be useless to beg for mercy, he didn't say a word at the moment, he gently clasped the storage bag with his left hand, first took out a thousand machine rulers to defend his body, and the hidden breath knife was released invisibly, and then he applied a few defensive covers to himself.

The two looked at Zhao An with a mocking expression, without the slightest intention of stopping, as if Zhao An at this time was like an ant in his hand, and he couldn't escape from the palm of their hand no matter what.

"Senior brother, this person will leave it for you to practice your hands and rest for your brother for a while. ”

The thin bamboo stick disciple of the Falling Sword Sect stuck the giant sword in his hand on the ground, and sat down peacefully to the side, closing his eyes, looking recuperating.

"Okay!" Hearing Senior Brother say this, the young Falling Sword Sect disciple glanced at Zhao An, his face was calm and assured.

It's no wonder that the two of them are big, it's really that the gap between the two sides' cultivation is too big.

Only the young disciple of the Falling Sword Sect was a cultivator of the eighth layer of Qi Condensation, and the thin bamboo stick behind him was a cultivation of the ninth layer of Qi Condensation, while Zhao An was only a monk of the sixth layer of Qi Condensation, and he was completely inadequate in front of the two of them.

Zhao An looked at the long sword in the hands of the two, not only was he not afraid, but a sense of struggle rose faintly in his heart.

Although he is a disciple of the Yunhai Sect, he was born in the Ling Sword Sect, and his teacher is a top swordsman. Although he was intoxicated with cultivating immortals when he was in Ling Jianmen, and he didn't care about swordsmanship, after years of exposure to his ears and eyes, he also had a deep knowledge and grasp of the way of swords.

Moreover, he still has many means in his hands now, even if the cultivation of the two people on the opposite side is much higher than his own, he still holds several lock mines in his hands, each of which is comparable to a blow from a monk in the foundation building period.

Not to mention that in such a narrow place, he could instantly eliminate the two people in front of him as long as he threw a lock heart mine.

But having said that, after all, the lock thunder is really precious and staggering, and Zhao An is naturally reluctant to use it as a last resort.

At this time, the younger disciple of the Falling Sword Sect was obviously a little impatient, his right hand turned into a sword technique, and quickly drew a circle in mid-air, and the silver sword on the side "buzzed" and stabbed at Zhao An.

Zhao An's pupils shrank, he had long wanted to see the swordsmanship of the Falling Sword Sect, and the next moment, Zhao An's eyes flashed, and everything around him suddenly slowed down a hundred times!

I saw that the silver sword in the hand of the disciple of the Falling Sword Sect slowly changed several sword lights, and between the flipping of the tip of the sword, five or six moves were slowly changed.

It seems to be a casual sword, but the subtle changes contained in it have to be admired.

Zhao An kept every move and every change in his heart, and while sighing at the superb swordsmanship of the Falling Sword Sect, he also smiled coldly, and secretly shook his head in his heart.

The sword is a good sword, and the move is also a good move, but the person who makes the sword is too unsuccessful.

When Zhao An first saw the young disciple of the Falling Sword Sect, he knew that this person was arrogant and extremely complacent.

Impetuous temperament is a big taboo for those who practice swords!

It is precisely because of the impetuous temperament of the young man that under this move, there are many flaws, and many subtle places are not only not displayed, but they flash like clouds, and the power of the entire sword move is not even one-tenth.

For those laymen who don't know how to swords, this sword momentum is enough to make people retreat! But for Zhao An, who is proficient in swordsmanship, it is really nothing more than that.

I saw Zhao An sneering, and his figure flashed slightly.

The next moment, the huge silver sword passed by, piercing straight into the stone wall behind him.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the stone wall exploded, and the rubble burst out like a meteor, and the dust flew all around.

All this was said very quickly, from the young disciple of the Falling Sword Sect to the time Zhao An dodged and avoided it, and the silver sword pierced into the stone wall, it was only a moment's effort.

"What!"

The young disciple of the Falling Sword Sect suddenly shrank his pupils, his expression was full of disbelief, no matter what, he couldn't believe that this sword of his own had actually missed!

And the thin bamboo stick also changed slightly, and glanced at Zhao An meaningfully, but he still didn't mean to get up to face the enemy.

The younger disciple of the Falling Sword Sect missed the sword, his brows furrowed slightly, and his right hand swiped lightly in mid-air again.

When he landed, the silver sword "buzzed", and the sword body spun rapidly, only to see a cold light crossing, and the sword wind roared in front of Zhao An in an instant.

Zhao An sneered, his cultivation is too far from the two, if he competes with others, maybe he is really not an opponent, but if it is a sword competition, no matter what, the attainments of these two people cannot compare to Zhao An, who grew up in the Falling Sword Sect since he was a child.

What's more, it's still a sword move that has already been performed once in front of Zhao An's eyes!

Zhao An sneered, raised his right hand slightly, and suddenly countless bright wind threads surged into his palm, condensing into an invisible wind blade, and when he saw that the silver sword was about to be split down along the top of his head, Zhao An's pupils shrank, and he saw the loophole in the swordsmanship of the young Falling Sword Sect disciple, and slashed it fiercely!

"Dang!"

With a loud bang, the silver sword, which was originally still in mid-air, suddenly stopped, as if it had been caught by an invisible force, and stopped straight on Zhao An's head, and it didn't fall down no matter what.

The young Falling Sword Sect disciple looked at his saber in astonishment, his eyes showing disbelief.

More spiritual power was infused into the silver sword, but no matter how hard he tried, the silver sword seemed to be like a thousand pounds of stone, and no matter how much he urged it, it would not move at all.

"What's the matter, your sword doesn't listen to you?" Zhao An sneered, although the words were said to the young disciple of the Falling Sword Sect, but what he looked at was the thin bamboo stick.

"What kind of demon spell have you cast! If you don't quickly unleash the little master's sword, the little master can still be merciful and spare your life, if you dare to resist again, you will definitely be taught that life is better than death!" said the young disciple of the Falling Sword Sect angrily.

"Spread your sword, well, that's what you said. Zhao An sneered, slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and suddenly a cold light shot out of the storage bag, turning into a small ruler with a cold body.

"Huh?" The thin bamboo stick's pupils shrank, staring at the small ruler in mid-air, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

A cold glint flashed in Zhao An's eyes.

The next moment, I saw that the small ruler was dripping and turning in mid-air, and suddenly turned into fourteen cold rays, and attacked towards the thin bamboo stick!