Even in the bizarre and unbelievable rumors, the art of flying swords has always been a mysterious kung fu. If you flick your fingers around the sword, spit it out and suck it in, and juggle the general kung fu, you can still see a few hands in the streets and alleys, but when it comes to the technique of taking people's heads between your fingers and even flying with your edge, it is unheard of and unseen.

Although Kuayuan Moxie has crippled legs, he has never abandoned the study of the martial arts of the Central Plains and its surrounding four dynasties for many years, and the four thousand volumes of arsenal books in Kuayuan's collection have been read by him before he was sixteen years old.

However, even with his extensive reading, he had only seen the story of the flying sword once in the book.

In the third year of Yongxi's history, outside the remnant city of Yeguo, there was a heavenly sword.

When it was, the sky was wide and the clouds were wide, and the sky above the remnant sun city was ten thousand acres of mist and dispersed in an instant.

Six flying swords surrounded the nameless swordsman's side, and he was one against nine, without falling behind in the slightest.

It is a book with a very detailed record, and the author was also a famous swordsman in the martial arts, so it stands to reason that there will be no unrealistic depictions.

Regarding this matter, Kuayuan Mo Ye has also conducted a lot of research, but there are no clues other than this book. Even though this writer has been a veteran for several years, he doesn't believe it more than he believes it. In the years that followed, he read countless books, none of which mentioned the art of flying swords.

Over time, Kuayuan Mo Ye gradually forgot about this immortal-like technique.

However, today, Zhao Wu'an stepped on Luo Shenfu and came through the flowing clouds.

The white robe that swayed in the wind filled the eyes that were far away.

Behind him, Da Wu Xian, who was pushing the wheelchair, slowly let go of his hand holding the wheelchair.

"Boasting far away son, the one who comes is not good. The old man's voice boasted far from Mo Ye behind him.

Kuayuan Mo Xie was slightly stunned, and when he came back to his senses, there were fireworks in his discolored pupils. He smiled disapprovingly, and the look of surprise between his eyebrows was completely unrecognizable.

"That's nature. The good do not come. ”

Hundreds of Miao Jiang soldiers couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the elegant figure of the imperial sword in mid-air. In their minds, there had never been such an enemy.

So for a while, even the brave and good Miao warriors were at a loss.

In fact, this is also the art of the sword, which has reappeared on this river and lake after more than 40 years. I don't know how Luo Jianqi, who died outside the city of Remnant Sun, would feel when he saw this scene.

The rivers and lakes are not old, one generation of children goes, and one generation of children is born.

Zhao Wu'an pinched his fingers as a sword trick, and waved it from the air, sending down a thunderbolt.

When a sword falls, the clouds in the sky are discolored, and the clouds and rain turn into thunder.

And in the middle of the air, a decisive voice also sounded.

"Bodhisattva Man, Su Mu Sha, Magpie Treading Branch, Poppy Beauty, Pulsatilla, Mulberry Picking!"

The glow of the sun and moon outlined by the mulberry picking and Su curtain appeared at a glance, and in an instant, it turned into a streamer divided into left and right to attack the distant Mo evil, and the thick and difficult Bodhisattva Barbarian was wrapped in wind and thunder and fell straight down from the sky, rubbing the air, leading to the sound of the wind.

The pulsatilla weaves a vast blue light, and the poppy hides the murderous intent from the blue light.

The only remaining magpie stepping branch was pulled by the sword technique pinched by Zhao Wu'an's right hand, as if taking root, firmly condensed a foot in front of his right hand, and the surging sword intent was condensed.

After being promoted to the second rank, Zhao Wu'an's understanding of the art of sword control can be said to have reached a new level. Now that the six swords are out together, although it is beyond the limit that he can bear, he uses his right hand to generate qi to control the magpie stepping branch in the air, just like holding this sword in his hand, but in fact, he only controls five swords outside.

With the help of these methods, Zhao Wu'an finally achieved the six swords together. Because of this, he was completely shocked by the exaggeration of Mo Xie, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

That's the art of flying swords!

Once upon a time, the mysterious martial arts that only appeared in the book were shocking, but now they appear in front of Kua Yuan Mo Ye with a posture that is exactly the same or even better.

Kua Yuan Mo Xie's bright red lips trembled slightly with excitement, and his two pupils shrank to a very small size, but an extremely sharp light shone from them. His pale cheeks were even slightly flushed a little because he saw Zhao Wu'an.

Until Zhao Wu'an was only a foot away from him, he seemed to be still immersed in this exciting scene, unable to extricate himself.

The old man behind Kuayuan Mo Xie sighed: "Childe, this person is here to take your life." ”

What Da Wu Xian said was not bad, what Zhao Wuxin was fighting was the idea of capturing the thief and capturing the king first. Although it is not enough to kill Kuayuan Mo Ye directly, it is not difficult to achieve the goal of retreating by blackmailing him.

What's more, the situation in Qihuang Mountain is becoming more and more confusing.

The chain mail army in the east and the Miao warriors under the cliff in the west are very different in terms of clothing and combat strategy, and they are obviously not the same army. But although there are many forces in Miao Jiang, there are only a few who have the ability to take charge of the army, could it be that the chain mail army was sent by Dailou Duyun?

Having doubts does not mean that there is mercy on your subordinates.

The Bodhisattva was like an iron gate, blocking Zhao Wu'an and Kuayuan Mo Xie aside, blocking the three hundred brave and fearless Miao Jiang warriors.

The Su curtain and mulberry picking at the front attacked from both sides to Kuayuan Moxie.

Although the flying sword was unexpected, from beginning to end, there was no fear in the slightest.

Just as the twin swords were about to pierce into Kuayuan Mo Ye's shoulders, two black shadows emerged from the dirt on the ground in front of the prestigious crippled Miao Jiang Gongzi.

Electric flint.

The sharp and incomparable Mulberry Cai and Su Musha deviated from the trajectory one after another and swung towards both sides. Zhao Wu'an restrained his mind in time, and took the second sword back into control, and at the same time advanced one foot more with the sword.

Two centipedes the size of green snakes appeared in front of Kuayuan Mo Ye, facing Zhao Wu'an. The scarlet mouth is full of sharp inverted teeth the size of fingers, and a hundred iron feet can't help but stretch and stretch, and the head is full of horns.

Their bodies have been drilled out of the dirt for more than four feet, but the lower half is still buried in the dirt, I don't know how deep it is buried.

Zhao Wu'an was not surprised by this.

In the eyes of the Han people, the Miao people can repel insects and control beasts, and countless mysteries linger all over their bodies. For Zhao Wu'an, who had lived in Miao Jiang, although the fog was not so deep, it also proved that these Miao people had special abilities.

The ten-foot Dailou Sangyu with poisonous insects on his side is the best example. In terms of poisoning, although the Kuayuan family does not have the superb skills of the Dailou family, it definitely lives up to the name of the Miao people.

The two swords went out, followed by the three swords. The poppy and the pulsatilla are one and the same, and they kill and praise the far away under the cover of the mighty blue light.

Zhao Wu'an decisively jumped down from Luo Shenfu, and as soon as he raised his hand, he threw the magpie stepping branch seemingly casually.

Then, with lightning speed, he reached out and grabbed the five-foot greatsword that was about to fall from power, and as soon as he turned around, he returned it to the dark red sword box placed on the ground.

Then, he didn't stop, grabbed a step, and steadily caught An Qing who fell from mid-air. Several actions were done in one go, and the magpie tread the branch before it even flew out.

An Qing said in a daze: "What are you going to do here?"

Zhao Wu'an said calmly: "Save your life." ”

As soon as the words fell, the sword qi of the Luo Shen sword box was released, and the ground around Zhao Wu'an exploded instantly.

The sand flies, and the ground collapses.

Kuayuan Mo Ye's face finally changed. And the old man behind him, under the mask, the long white beard seemed to tremble slightly.

The tumbling sand and dust obscured An Qing's vision for a moment. She coughed a few times in the dust, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that she was already sitting on the Roselle sword box, and Zhao Wu'an was nowhere to be seen.

Behind her was the Bodhisattva who made a loud sword roar, blocking hundreds of Miao Jiang warriors for her, but it was already the end of the crossbow.

Faced with the smoke and dust that had not dispersed for a long time, An Qing panicked. But she also knew that screaming here was tantamount to killing herself.

An Qing leaned down, jumped down from the Luo Shen sword box, and snuggled tightly into the sword box that exuded a cold sword aura. Zhao Wu'an didn't know what to do, this life's strong sword intent was unapproachable, but he was only tender to her.

The surging sword qi continued to wash this space, and An Qing could vaguely recognize the blue light flashing in front of her, but she didn't know where Zhao Wu'an was.

By the time the smoke finally dissipated, it was already half a pillar of incense.

Zhao Wu'an stood in front of An Qing unharmed, to be precise, in front of Kuayuan Mo Ye.

His white robe was stained with sand and dust, and he looked dusty, even his eyes were a little tired, and there were several shallow wounds on his arms.

Within ten steps of him, several flying swords were scattered all over the ground.

However, the magpie tread branch he held in his hand was tightly clinging to Kuayuan Moxie's pale neck, and two centipede heads were still rolling at his feet.

The old man with the gorgeous hair wearing the ghost mask unconsciously retreated five steps outside the body of Kuayuan Mo Evil.

Kua Yuan Mo Ye frowned and pondered for a moment, and then, the smile disappeared.

"It is worthy of being the great witch of Miao Jiang, and everything he has done is indeed for the survival of the Miao people. Although Kuayuan Mo Xie smiled warmly, his words were full of sarcasm.

Zhao Wu'an, who had done his best to kill the two talisman centipedes of Kuayuan Moxie, was slightly stunned when he heard this.

In the dust and mist of Fang Cai, Zhao Wu'an fought to the death with the two centipedes that were far away from Mo Evil, although he finally succeeded in cutting them down, but when he was close to Kua Yuan Mo Evil, he had already become the end of the strong crossbow.

As long as that Wu Xian added a little more resistance, it would be absolutely impossible for Zhao Wu'an to threaten Kuayuan Mo Xie. On the contrary, the old man took five steps back.

The old man in the ghost mask turned his gaze to Zhao Wu'an and bowed slightly.

"Since Your Excellency is a white-robed and red-box with flying sword skills, you should be the distinguished guest that King Miao said. Coming from afar, Miao Jiang has many inadequate receptions, and Wu Xian Murong Zhu is here to make amends. ”

Faced with this sudden change of situation, Zhao Wu'an frowned and thought for a moment, and then pondered: "Distinguished guest?"

"King Miao has already instructed me to wait here for a white-clothed guest with a sword on his back, and the old man has already intended to greet him. It's just that he just happened to catch up with Kuayuan Mo Evil and intended to establish himself as the king, so he used Your Excellency as a bait and set up a small game. Wu Xian slowly lowered his head, "I'm very sorry for this." ”

"Layout?"

Zhao Wu'an raised the magpie tread branch in his hand nonchalantly, and then slammed it again, and quickly threw it back to the shoulder of Kua Yuan Mo Ye.

"I desperately put the flying sword on this person's neck, just to tell you that there are still a large number of soldiers and horses in front of Qihuang Mountain, and to persuade you to retreat quickly. But now you are telling me, you are trying to catch the game set up by Kuayuan Moxie?"

His expression did not change, and his tone was as lazy as usual, but An Qing was keenly aware that Zhao Wu'an was angry.

He has always hated being taken advantage of.

Kuayuan Mo Ye, who was paralyzed in a wheelchair, laughed coldly at this time.

"This distinguished guest, it seems inappropriate to say this, right? In order to win the trust of this great witch, I have tried my best to breastfeed. In the end, I was betrayed without saying a word, isn't it still my son? Honorable guest, you are just a little frightened, and after a moment of life and death, my son has even lost the great cause of being the king. ”

Wu Xian seemed to look at Kuayuan Mo Ye apologetically, "Kuayuan Gongzi, the old body has no intention of betraying, but Dailou Duyun is the only Miao King." ”

Zhao Wu'an's usually calm face gradually showed a look of anger. He supported his forehead with his free hand, took a deep breath, and said in a cold tone: "I repeat, there are still a large number of soldiers and horses in front of Qihuang Mountain, if the two sides are short-handed, you will not be able to bargain for the slightest, I advise you to withdraw as soon as possible." ”

His eyes were cold and indifferent, and his expression was cold and intimidating. It was as if he was not a white-clothed layman, but a Shura who had returned from hell, a dying person who staggered out of the Rassang Gate, and a ruthless god who overlooked the evil world from the nine heavens.

Even An Qing, who had accompanied him through countless lives and deaths, had never seen such an expression on his face.

The last time Zhao Wu'an showed such an expression was in Jiuda Temple, when a woman who was raised by Dugu Qingping as a forbidden woman attacked and killed Debing.

"I repeat, retire. ”

"If it were because of your stubbornness, and the inconsequential and mushy political struggle, that innocent lives were sacrificed before my eyes. ”

"I swear to the gods and Buddhas that I will never let you go. ”

Gods and ghosts are ruthless, but people are merciful.

Zhao Wuan tried his best to be a ruthless person, but in fact, he was a loving person.

An Qing held the Luo Shen sword box with her hand, which no longer exuded awe-inspiring sword energy, and slowly straightened up, staring at the back of the white-robed fluttering figure from afar.

At this moment, she finally completely understood what kind of person Zhao Jushi was.

For some people, it is only after the reunion that you will understand why you met in the first place.