Many things in the world are accidental, but many things that seem to be accidental are inevitable.

The countryside of Changling.

As a carriage on the road passed, in a dilapidated roadside hut, a swordsman standing quietly in a yellow robe became more and more excited, and his breathing gradually became short.

His attention and perception were not at all in the carriage, but in the driver driving in the carriage.

He knew that the coachman had been wearing such a yellow robe like him, and that he would not have been able to walk in the palace of Changling without the sudden departure of the man.

That person has been following the queen since she came to Changling from Jiaodong County, and he didn't understand why the other party suddenly betrayed the queen and left, only that the other party was far more experienced than himself, and knew better.

So much so that they tried their best to track down a lot, but there was no news, and the whereabouts of the other party could not be traced.

It is only today that some flaws have been revealed, and his whereabouts have finally been determined.

Knowing too many secrets that shouldn't be known will end up with death.

The yellow-robed successor, who is also from Jiaodong County, has no sympathy for this predecessor, and he doesn't want to have any conversations with the other party, he just wants to confirm the identity of the other party, and then kill the other party by the fastest and cleanest means.

To confirm the identity of the other person, it is not necessary to confirm it while the other person is alive.

So when he was sure that it was impossible for the people in the carriage to escape, he breathed wildly, and a small sword hidden in his sleeve turned into a bright flame of light that pierced through the hole in the roof above.

This bright sword light did not directly hit the coachman in the carriage, it was just a signal.

The frost in the winter forest on both sides of the road was fierce, and two flying swords that were significantly stronger than the flying sword intent of the yellow-robed man, one red and one white, fell towards the coachman on the carriage at the same time.

The two galloping horses in front of the carriage felt the threat of death, neighed madly, and their hooves flew over, but they were stopped by the tremendous force from the front of the carriage, and they actually stopped there, and their hooves stamped out of the dirt like countless waves like ploughing the ground.

Time seemed to stand still in the space around the coachman at the front of the carriage, and the speed of the flying sword that struck through the air with a chilling killing intent made the movements of the coachman in the carriage look like slow motion.

Faced with the red and white swords, the coachman only made an extremely simple move.

He took out a small brass mirror from his arms, and then encouraged Zhen Yuan with all his might, pouring the mysterious runes on the small brass mirror into it.

In the next moment, countless subtle sounds like small fish diving into the water emitted from the brass mirror, and countless yellowish lights like a crescent moon bloomed from the brass mirror, gently supporting the two small swords, and then completely imprisoning the two small swords full of murderous intent.

Two small swords hovered outside the coachman's body, trembling and unable to enter or retreat.

The yellow-robed swordsman in the hut walked up to the alley, looking at the two flying swords that were trapped, but there was no look of shock on his face.

The other party has been following the queen for a long time, and it is not surprising that he has an extremely powerful talisman on his body, and these two small swords only bind the opponent's footsteps here, and in the end, there is naturally a stronger cultivator who kills the other party, he just has to be present to witness the process of the other party being killed.

His gaze naturally looked at the winter forest on the left.

A swordsman there was fighting with all his might to regain his bound flying sword, and the entire winter forest was trembling, countless dead branches were broken, and even the dead leaves on the ground were shaken up, spraying out from among the trees in the forest like fountains.

The figure of a woman suddenly appeared with countless dead leaves.

Among the top cultivators walking in Changling, the number of women is very small, but as long as they are women, they are often extremely terrifying.

The woman who appeared at this time was Pan Ruoye, the owner of Weiyang Palace in the harem of Changling.

Pan Ruoye glanced at the driver in the carriage, and dozens of dead leaves flew up, suddenly accelerating to the point of burning directly in the air, turning into a line of fire.

These lines of fire did not fall directly to the coachman in the carriage, but sprinkled into the surrounding heaven and earth, directly cutting off the connection between the small mirror and the vitality in the surrounding heaven and earth.

The small brass mirror suddenly dimmed.

Two small swords began to move on.

At such a short distance, no cultivator would have had time to dodge the stabbing of the flying sword.

The driver's life was over.

However, at this moment, a rebellious aura suddenly descended on this path.

Pan Ruoye's breathing was sudden, her eyes suddenly widened, and her face was full of disbelief.

Those lines of fire were suddenly extinguished.

The brass mirror reshone its light, and the two small swords that began to accelerate again immediately hovered in the air.

A swordsman sensed something and flew forward in horror.

However, a palm was many times faster than his figure, and it seemed to press lightly on his body.

There was a pop.

The swordsman's body exploded without the slightest pain.

A piece of broken bones flew out.

The swordsman in the winter forest on the opposite side had just felt the rebellious aura approaching, and the broken bones had already pierced through the middle of his eyebrows, and flew out with a puddle of blood from the back of his skull.

The body of the yellow-robed cultivator on the path trembled violently.

In his subconscious, even the Marquis of Hengshan, who is known for his domineering among the thirteen marquis of Great Qin, could not have such a rebellious and domineering aura, and the most important thing is... It can't be so powerful!

His pupils contracted violently, and he saw that with the strong wind, the reflection in his pupils was still a woman!

This is a middle-aged woman, dressed in an ordinary Taoist robe, and the two scars on her face are shocking, making her feel like she is wearing a hideous mask.

"Who are you!"

He screamed in a trembling voice.

"Master?"

Pan Ruoye turned around and looked at the middle-aged woman who suddenly appeared and killed two powerful swordsmen in one fell swoop, with an incomprehensible look.

"Master?"

The yellow-robed cultivator opened his mouth, and he couldn't help but say something more, but the moment he just opened his mouth, a violent aura had already fallen into his mouth.

His skull burst like a ripe watermelon that had been hammered.

"Master, why is that?"

Pan Ruoye couldn't understand why the master who had been in retreat suddenly appeared here, let alone why she would use such violent means to directly kill these cultivators present.

The woman with the scars on her face as hideous as the flower mask did not answer her question first, but only glanced at the two horses, who were still grumpy.

The two horses froze, and then exploded into countless pieces of flesh.

"You said you were going to tell me about the events of the past, about the fact that the man cut my face back then. ”

The middle-aged woman still didn't answer her question, but turned her eyes to the driver on the front of the car, and said slowly and violently, "What do you want to say?"

Pan Ruoye's breath paused again.

Changling, now many people have forgotten this middle-aged woman, and they have also forgotten that Changling was a very famous thing at that time.

But of course she knew the identity of this middle-aged woman, and knew who the person who cut her face back then.

The coachman, enveloped in the violent, raised his head and put away the small mirror.

He knew that this middle-aged woman had been meditating for many years, but her mood at the moment was probably even more manic than back then, so he didn't have any nonsense, and said, "That person cut off your face back then because Zheng Sleeve provoked it." ”