As if he understood the roar of the giant man, and understood that he had fallen into a trap, the gray and matte handleless little sword began to tremble violently in the air, and the surrounding air hummed and roared, like a bird running left and right trying to escape.

The old man rested his hands on his knees, looking at the handleless small sword less than a foot away in front of his eyebrows, his eyes were as soft as silk, but these wisps contained terrifying power, tightly wrapped around the handleless small sword that wanted to escape, so that it could not move at all.

The temperature of the place where the old man's gaze touched dropped sharply, and a thin layer of frost was instantly covered on the handleless sword, and it struggled more and more, humming for a while, but it was never able to break free.

I don't know how long this futile struggle lasted, and the handleless sword finally fell on the fallen leaves with a grief, as if it had lost its life.

At the same time that the handleless sword fell into the dust, somewhere in the dense forest of the North Mountain Road, a muffled snort sounded from behind a tree not far from the car array.

The old man's calm eyes flashed with a sense of relaxation, his hands supported his knees, and his whole thin body suddenly bounced up from the side of the carriage, as if blown by a strong wind, and suddenly floated to the depths of the dense forest in the North Mountain Road, and floated in front of the giant man.

The giant man screamed violently, and his palm, which was as big as a fan, slammed from top to bottom, with a mighty momentum, like a hill directly pressing against the old man's thin body, as if the palm of his hand would lightly fan the old man into a puddle of flesh and blood powder in the next moment.

The old man looked at the big palm that was about to be turned on his face expressionlessly, and his dry lips slightly opened and said a silent character, and his hands full of dirt crossed and folded in front of him, making a handprint.

As the silent note came out of his lips, and as his hands were superimposed into seals, the dirty old robe on the old man's body suddenly became extremely hard, and every wrinkle was flattened, and it seemed that he was not wearing a robe, but the robe supported his thin body.

The palm wind stopped abruptly, and the top of the old man's head kept shaking, but there was no way to shoot it, and the movements of the rest of the giant man's body became extremely slow and stiff, and blood began to drip from the corners of his eyes, and his jaw shook non-stop, looking extremely painful.

The old man's face was very pale and he looked very struggling, and he raised his right arm to the giant man's chest with great difficulty, and his movements seemed to be extremely slow.

The giant man seemed to be controlled by some strange force at this time, and watched the old man's palm approach inch by inch, but he couldn't make any move to stop the other party.

The old man's palm pressed silently against the giant man's chest.

A strong wind erupted from between the palm of his hand and the giant man's chest, and with a muffled click, the giant man's chest bones broke like a stone, and collapsed violently!

With the strong wind blowing between the palms of his hands, the old man's body shrank slightly, and the forest wind disturbed the corners of his robe, whirring, and instantly retreated to the side of the carriage and sat down cross-legged.

In an instant, the old man went and returned, his hands falling lightly to his knees, and his robe became wrinkled and dirty again, as if he had never moved at all.

The giant man in the depths of the dense forest of Beishan Dao finally regained control of his body at this time, and the palm that he had never been able to hit knocked out a big hole on the ground, but it was too late, he looked at the blood pit on his chest, and let out a desperate howl, which collapsed like a mountain.

The old man, who was sitting cross-legged next to the carriage, glanced at the place and began to lean over and cough violently, and even red blood spots were coughed up on his robe.

The guards laid out the sword formation, sacrificed their lives and forgot to fight with the handleless sword, and bought extremely valuable time, the old man calculated and captured the direction of the opponent's great swordsman hiding during this time, and then used the handleless sword as a bridge, using his mental power to directly injure the opponent in the air, and completing this blow was extremely depleting to his mind.

Immediately afterwards, he floated to the North Mountain Road to slap the giant man, which seemed to be very easy, but in fact it was also an extremely risky move, and the mental power in the Qi Sea Snow Mountain was wiped out, and his body became extremely weak.

Fortunately, the big picture has been decided.

The battle at the North Mountain Pass has ended, and the steppe horse thieves who follow Her Royal Highness the Princess have proved their loyalty, courage and strong fighting power in battle. The slightly curved brute blade slashed all the enemy dead, and they also paid a great price for it, and those who were lucky enough to survive were covered in blood and were no longer able to stand.

Even fewer of the guards survived and were able to stand up.

The old man looked at the tree that was not far away.

The night invaded, and the Beishan Road crossing was quiet, and the bark of the big tree was peeled off piece by piece, as if a person was rapidly aging in a very short time, ominous spots appeared, and the body showed signs of decay and collapse.

A middle-aged scholar in a cyan robe walked out slowly from behind the big tree, with an empty round scabbard diagonally behind his shoulder, this person looked handsome, although he was a little older, but if he was on the painting boat of the Qinglou in Chang'an, he must be worthy of the word Pianpian.

It's a pity that his appearance at this time can't be talked about at all, countless tiny blood beads seeped out of the pores of his face and hands, turning him into a bloody man with a terrifying face, some parts of the cyan robe have also been infiltrated by blood, and it seems that the body covered by the clothes is like a face and hands exposed outside, and it is also covered with those small blood beads.

The middle-aged scholar raised his sleeves and wiped the blood and sweat on his eyebrows, looked at the old man next to the carriage, looked at the empty scabbard beside the old man, and sighed in a low voice: "One mistake, one wrong step, the south gate of Haotian Road is dedicated to Lu Qingchen...... Abandoning the sword and cultivating thoughts, if this news spreads, I don't know how many people will be shocked. ”

After a moment of silence, he said angrily: "What I didn't expect is that you are so old that you can still successfully enter the realm of Dongxuan, Haotian Dao is not a secret method?"

The old man's name was Lu Qingchen, and he replied in a harmonious voice: "I followed His Highness to the north, and I saw some different scenery and different human feelings on the grassland, and I was touched, so the realm has been gained, but it has nothing to do with this sect method." ”

Hearing this unexpected explanation, the middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment, and was silent for a long time, then he looked at the leader of the guards who knelt on one knee among the fallen leaves with a knife, and said in an extremely serious tone:

"Since I entered the realm of the Great Sword Master, I have always thought that worldly force can no longer compete with me, and today you and your subordinates have taught me a lesson. ”

The middle-aged scholar bowed to the seriously injured guards among the fallen leaves, and exclaimed: "It is the pride of my Datang to have a heroic and fearless soldier like you. ”

The leader of the guards bowed slightly, but did not speak.

"There aren't many great swordsmen in Chang'an, but I don't know you. The old man Lu Qingchen looked at the middle-aged scholar who was covered in blood and said, "The academy is really a place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden. ”

Hearing the word academy, the people who survived the forest at the entrance of the North Mountain Road couldn't help but show a look of doubt and shock, could it be that this assassination of His Royal Highness was actually related to the high-status academy?

Ning Que subconsciously looked at the servant girl beside him, only to see a thoughtful look on her face, but obviously didn't believe this statement.

The middle-aged scholar was stunned, shook his head and said, "I didn't expect you to see my origin, but I, an unscrupulous student, really don't dare to disgrace the academy...... I was just a stupid student who was expelled from college. ”

He was covered in blood, his body shook, and it seemed that he could fall at any moment, but in the face of such and such a only enemy, the surviving steppe barbarians and guards on the convoy were very nervous, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Ning Que was also nervous, but more emotional was excitement and helplessness.

He has lived in Weicheng for many years, studied the Taishang Induction Chapter for many years, and imagined these strong men in the market for many years, but today's battle at Beishan Daokou is the first time in his life that he has witnessed the real battle of strong men.

The strong generals of the Tang Emperor heard that they also had their own domineering methods, but the border had been peaceful for many years, and he had no chance to see this kind of battle on the battlefield as a small soldier in a border city.

The handleless sword flying between the fallen leaves, the morale of the mountain and the stone and the car, the power of the mind between the eyes closed, and the injury in the air, these extremely incredible magical aspects were staged in a very short time, making his mind shake and unable to feel at ease.

Academy, expulsion, stupid student, these three words entered his ears, making him a little calmer and sober, but they immediately made him feel his scalp start to tingle.

A stupid student who was expelled from the academy could kill nearly ten of Datang's most elite guards with a dull and dull handleless sword, so what kind of incredible power would the real students in the academy have?

"It should be Xiahou's people. The handmaid said in a low voice beside her.

Hearing Xia Hou's words, Ning Que's expression was slightly cold, his body became a little stiff, and it took a few seconds for him to return to normal, but his gaze on the field had changed from the previous admiration to a cold judgment and calculation.

"You are practicing Haoran Kendo, so it is not difficult to guess that you are from the academy. ”

Lu Qingchen said: "It's just a pity, you didn't learn more things on the second floor before you were expelled from the academy, and when the sword came out, it was already a wind and thunder, but you forcibly turned it into a smart and mysterious realm." ”

"Haoran's qi is the first thing to be honest and unhindered, you have gone astray, this choice is really boring, if you met me in the prime of life twenty years ago, even if you did not enter the realm of Dongxuan, you could not be my opponent. ”

The middle-aged scholar lowered his head and smiled slightly, and the smile on his handsome face full of fine blood beads was particularly bleak.

As a great swordsman who stepped into the realm of Dongxuan, this middle-aged scholar in a green shirt came to assassinate Her Royal Highness the princess at the invitation of others, and after knowing the strength of the old man beside the princess, he thought that this was a very simple matter.

However, the force that provided him with information did not know that the old man beside Her Royal Highness the princess had stepped into the realm of Dongxuan on the grassland, and what was even more shocking was that the person walking at the south gate of Haotian Dao actually chose to abandon his sword and follow his mind.

Even so, it would not have been completely without the strength to fight again tonight, but this great swordsman didn't expect that those Tang guards next to the car would be able to cause him so much trouble, so that Lu Qingchen calculated his position.

It is a very dangerous thing to be calculated by a strong person in the same realm, especially a teacher. Lu Qingchen first controlled his sword shadow, and then used the handleless small sword as a bridge to hurt each other, facing the fastest kill Nian Master, he had no way to deal with it at all, and was directly attacked by the opponent's mental power into the Zhihai Snow Mountain, shocking his internal organs and surging blood.

He was destined to die at the Beishan Road Pass today, and he naturally didn't care about the comments of the old man Lu Qingchen, but even if he died, there were some things he had to complete.