Invincible below the stairs!

This kind of shocking words made the boy no longer have any worries.

The monks in the world are divided into nine realms, and the first three realms are the initial realms of cultivation, which are based on comprehending the aura of heaven and earth and having an epiphany of heaven.

After the six realms, it is the morning news, climbing the building, a hundred feet, not confused, Jindan, each realm is like a moat.

Following the master of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, although the young man did not see his move.

But being able to say that he is invincible below the stairs is enough to show that this master's strength should be at the peak of the court.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has not yet returned to Chang'an, and the carriage parked on Baiyang Road is naturally going to continue to move forward.

But this time, the young man sitting in the carriage was very relaxed.

The road from Baiyang Road to Minshan is flat and empty, and there is no possibility of ambush.

For ten consecutive days, the boy was lazy, until a towering mountain, both sides of the cliff appeared in front of him, and the boy was no longer lazy.

The carriage slowly drove into Minshan, looking at Minshan without any abnormality, the lazy young man, his eyes were a little solemn.

An instinct that had been tempered in battle for a long time told the boy that there was great terror in the calm Minshan.

Vaguely able to guess what was going to happen, the teenager's emotions were tense to the extreme, and fine sweat flowed from his forehead.

On the road to Minshan, a burly man was waiting for the carriage to enter Minshan.

Chen San stood on the carriage, his hand holding the Pu knife trembling a little.

The aura exuded by the burly man has a strong oppression on the teenager invisibly.

A boulder, I don't know where the big man got it, in the hands of the big man, it was thrown towards the carriage in the Minshan Mountain.

Chen San's eyes bulged, what an extraordinary power this was, he was able to throw a boulder weighing dozens of catties with the same strength as a boulder projectile.

In just an instant, the young man judged that the gap between his strength and that of the big man was extremely large, and the young man standing on the carriage subconsciously looked at the master of the school palace.

The boulder has been thrown with great power, so what should this master, who claims to be invincible below the tower, do?

When the boy was nervous, the boulder was about to come, and it smashed on the carriage.

The Master, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

An incomprehensible but incomparably powerful aura flowed from the master's body, and the short sword placed in front of his knee buzzed, and the sword body kept colliding with the scabbard, as if he was impatient to be born and drink blood.

A clear bang!

The short sword rushed out of the scabbard and turned into a sword light, and the young man, who was extremely nervous, only felt a flash of light, and the boulder that was about to hit the carriage exploded in an instant, turning into thousands of rubble.

"This is Jian Xiu?" The young man holding the Pu knife looked at the master of the school palace with wide eyes.

Cultivators in the world, according to the path they take, can be divided into mountain and river monks and sword cultivators, and in the southern demon clan holy land, they call mountain and river monks demon cultivators.

The biggest difference between a mountain and river monk and a sword cultivator is that sword cultivation is an extremely rugged road, and it stands out in the same realm.

Sword cultivation is always one point stronger than mountain and river monks.

Naturally, the master of the school palace would not answer the young man's question, because the big man in the Min Mountain had already rushed over.

This great man, who had practiced some kind of secret method, increased his power to the point of being like a humanoid trebuchet.

Running over, the ground shook, very powerful!

The master of the school palace was still sitting in the carriage, and the invisible power made the short sword turn into several sword shadows.

The sword shadow was extremely fast, one second it was still on the side of the carriage, but the next second it was carrying infinite breath and appeared in front of the big man.

The short and sharp sword caused the sword shadow in the Minshan Mountain,

The master's finger pointed at the head of the big man, and the countless sword shadows in the Min Mountain condensed in an instant, wanting to give the big man a deadly attack.

The short sword attacked and killed the head, and in the face of this deadly attack, the big man who cultivated the secret method to increase his strength to a terrifying level naturally would not sit still.

The arms as thick as a big tree waved whirringly, and when I saw the short sword galloping and the thick palm, he clenched it into a fist and smashed it down.

This practice led to an indomitable and straight short sword that was smashed to the ground by this fierce fist.

A smile spread across the big man's face, and he was confident that his fierce fists had severed the connection between the short sword and the old man sitting cross-legged in the carriage.

However, the short sword that fell to the ground made a trembling sound, and the ground full of fallen leaves, with the trill of the short sword, condensed and wrapped the short sword, like a giant python swimming on the ground.

"You're not a sword cultivator! This is a martial arts!" The big man's face changed greatly, and after knowing the identity of the old man in the carriage, he couldn't take it easy.

Zhang Haokong in the Fuyao School Palace, no one in the entire Tang Dynasty would not know.

Zhang Haokong is a mountain and river monk, who has mastered the art of imperial objects, and is known as invincible below the tower.

What is invincible? Even if you go rugged and uneven, the sword cultivation that is unique in the same realm will still be defeated when you meet Zhang Haokong in the Chaowen realm.

The big man who knew who his opponent was, as if he had a sense of fear in his heart.

Because of fear, there are flaws in everything!

And this flaw, the duel between the monks, is fatal.

The trembling short sword, in the panicked eyes of the big man, was wrapped in infinite might, like sharp metal piercing into the rags, and the short sword rushed straight into the heart of the big man.

This big man, who had practiced the secret method and raised his strength to the extreme, fell on the road of Minshan with a bang under a very small short sword.

Seeing the big man fall, Chen San, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, breathed a sigh of relief, the fall of the big man meant the end of the battle.

However, at the end of the Minshan road, an invisible force swept out, directly overturning the young man, and destroying all the carriages in the Minshan Mountain.

Chen San looked in horror at the new monk who appeared at the end of the Minshan Road.

In the land of the Tang Dynasty, in order to prevent His Royal Highness the Crown Prince from returning home safely, the other party actually dispatched two monks.

The monk at the end of the Minshan Road, even if the young man did not step into the ethereal and untouchable avenue, he could still feel the strength of the other party.

That invisible oppression is by no means comparable to the big man who fell on the road of Minshan.

He's stronger, he's more terrible!

Zhang Haokong, who was sitting in the carriage, finally moved, and the short sword that pierced through the heart of the big man turned into a streamer and fell on his hand.

And he had already appeared next to the corpse of the big man, looking at the middle-aged monk at the end of Minshan with a solemn face.

The middle-aged monk put his hands in his sleeves, and on the road full of blood, he was not handsome.

But if it is placed on the painting boat of the Qinglou in Chang'an, the middle-aged monk will inevitably cause the screams and shouts of the young woman in the painting boat.

"I didn't expect that it would be you who escorted His Royal Highness the Crown Prince back to Chang'an. The middle-aged monk said, with a look of surprise on his face, but there was no panic in his eyes.

"I know you, I've seen you once in the Academy. Zhang Haokong looked at the middle-aged monk at the end of the Minshan road.

This sentence was not loud, but it shocked all the survivors in Minshan.

Could it be that this time if you want to prevent His Royal Highness the Crown Prince from returning to Chang'an, and intercept and kill His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on the road, there is a school palace making a move?

The middle-aged monk was stunned and said, "There are not many people who can see me in the Fuyao Academy, and naturally no one will remember the abandoned students of the Academy." ”

"Since you used to be a person in the palace, you should know how important the target of your attack this time is to the Tang Dynasty, and you won't let it go?" Zhang Haokong said with some scolding.

As the spiritual leader of the Tang Dynasty, Fuyao Academy naturally would not let the most noble people of the Tang Dynasty suffer danger.

The corners of the middle-aged monk's mouth rose: "I just used to be a person in the palace, but now I am no longer, besides, I was ordered to take His Highness's life, and when I didn't get His Highness's head, I couldn't let it go." ”

Zhang Haokong was speechless, and the short sword in his hand, at an extremely high speed, with the sharp sound of air friction, slashed through the Minshan road.

"It's a pity that you're only going downstairs after all, but what if your opponent is climbing the stairs?" the middle-aged monk put his hands in his sleeves and looked at the short sword that galloped over.

An aura that could only be felt among monks rushed out of his body.

The short sword that galloped forward, carrying a powerful force, actually stagnated in front of the middle-aged monk.

"You are indeed extraordinary, but unfortunately in the face of me, you have no chance. The middle-aged monk's eyelids twitched.

The short sword that stopped in front of him shook violently, and with an inscrutable trajectory, it galloped towards Zhang Haokong.

Zhang Haokong's face changed greatly, he lost control of the short sword, under the manipulation of the middle-aged monk, the speed of the short sword made him unable to see clearly at all.

A popping sound sounded from Zhang Haokong's body, and the short sword that had lost control was plunged straight into his chest.

The occurrence of this situation shocked everyone in the Minshan Road.

As Zhang Haokong, who is the strongest in his own battle, he can't resist the middle-aged monk.

"Even if I was abandoned by the Academy Palace, I was once a member of the Academy, and at this time, I will spare your life, and I only need His Highness's head. The middle-aged monk said.

The short sword inserted into Zhang Haokong's chest was slowly pulled out of his body, and then the blade of the sword turned, and the short sword was aimed at the head of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"No!" Zhang Haokong shouted in panic.

Known as invincible below the stairs, he felt powerless, although the middle-aged monk's short sword did not take his life, but it made him powerless to fight anymore.

Because the short sword had already broken his heart.

Even if he is strong and his heart is damaged, he is still seriously injured and unable to fight again.

The corners of the middle-aged monk's mouth rose, the short sword galloped, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had a frightened face, like a small beast struggling on the verge of death.

It was an expression of despair!