"Master Sanqing, Buddha Rulai, God, Jesus, Jade Emperor Lao'er, Sister Chang'e......" Daoist Li almost worshiped all the sacred names of the immortal Buddha in his memory, hoping that which big brother and sister could save his little life, the sound of horses' hooves echoed in his ears, and the splashed grass and mud were sprinkled on his face, his eyes were closed, in case he was really cut down, he didn't want to die.

The hands are shaking, the legs are shaking, the earth is shaking, for a long time, I tentatively touched my neck, it didn't fall off, my eyelids opened a slit, and I saw the back of this gang of knife bandits getting farther and farther away, your mother, Daoist Li, this soft egg fell to the ground all of a sudden, what are you doing so fast, if you don't have anything to do, you are not afraid of speeding, if it weren't for Daoye's mercy, a talisman would have shocked you to death.

As soon as his mind fell, the sound of horses' hooves sounded again, and this gang of knife bandits actually killed a horse gun again, and turned back violently, I relied on, Dao Ye, I was talking and playing, and even the rolling and crawling were hidden in the grass, even if they were squatting, most of their bodies still fell outside; these knife bandits still ignored them, and pressed the road with a bang.

What's going on, looking at this situation, it seems that these guys are not chasing and killing others, but being chased and killed by others?

"The bandits in Xiangxi, occupying the three mountains of Taihang, Yanxing, and Wangwu, have swept twenty-six halls in one breath for the sake of disaster in the world, and you are the penultimate one!" The voice had the effect of echoing, and Daoist Li's eyes were dazzled, and a bearded man appeared in front of him, with copper bell eyes, a vicious dog nose, a bloody basin mouth, and a big sword with a wide door plate, which was simply Zhong Kui alive.

"Chief Huo, you have been chasing us for three days and three nights, so you are not afraid that we will fight with you to the death!" shouted the leader of this gang of knife bandits.

"Just with you crooked melons and cracked dates, it's not enough for Lao Tzu to fight tooth sacrifices. ”

The knife bandits looked at each other, the horses had already foamed at the mouth, and they were about to die violently if they ran again, and the rabbits were in a hurry and bit people, not to mention that they were wicked people, 'poof', the saber was out of the sheath, either you died, or I lived, and the ferocity could be felt from afar.

The iron sword of the door plate also fell into the hands of Huo Changyi, and rushed up against this group of horses, using the sword as a burning stick, and the sword body swept, I don't know if it was an illusion, the tip of the sword seemed to be three feet long, and the horse's legs were all accurate, and the horses rushed over, directly pressing the bandits to the ground, 'click', and landing was the end of broken tendons.

Those horse bandits are also veteran swordsmen, holding the horse's belly between their legs and circling around, the blade splits the head and covers the face, the rabbit rises and falls, the more and more he cuts, the faster he becomes, there are dozens of white exercises surrounded by a black shadow, the sound of 'clanging' is a ball, sparks are splashing, and from time to time half of the knife is smashed into the ground, all of which are broken by the door sword.

"Damn, so handsome!" Li Daoshi blurted out, this visual effect is not comparable to those inferior martial arts films.

"Walk separately, you can run one by one!" The knife bandits are like wolves, hunting when they gather, hiding when they disperse, and they scatter like flowers; Huo Chang first hacked to death those who fell to the ground, swept his big eyes, and used the door board sword as a javelin, and the sword flashed, nearly twenty zhang, piercing the leader's back, and the horse under the crotch was unconscious, and the four hooves were like flying, and the dead man disappeared in front of him.

"Give me back!" Huo Chang shouted loudly, with a 'whoosh', the door sword turned back in a circle, bit his fingers, painted a blood line in the middle of the sword, and chanted a mantra in his mouth: "Flying sword flying sword, return to kill tired of killing, the master sacrifices you, kill the enemy without forgiveness, kill, kill, kill!" The sword body floated out of thin air, stepped on the big foot, and flew directly with the sword.

Just as Daoist Li was looking elated, he didn't notice that the direction of the two knife bandits escaping was him, and when he reacted, the other party's knife edge had already fallen.

'Poof!' A cloud of blood splashed all over his face, and two human heads flew up in a circle, and just fell into Huo Changyi's hands.

"The little Taoist priest came just in time, first to help a certain family carry the head, and a certain person has to chase and kill the others. ”

Without saying anything, the bearded swordsman stuffed his head into Daoist Li's arms, and with a flash of light, he disappeared into the distance with his sword.

"Actually, Daoist, I refuse," it took a long time for Daoist Li to hold back this sentence coldly, the two heads were staring at him with wide eyes, and the bright red veins on his neck were still jumping and jumping, "Grope-"

The sun sets, the blood-stained battlefield, the horses bow their heads from time to time to graze, the Taoist priest carries two heads, looks into the distance, looks at the eyes, this situation and this scene, there is quite a bit of artistic conception, "Your mother, why haven't people come back, the Taoist hands are sour," the two heads are ten pounds, and they have been lifted for half an hour, he is really not hypocritical when he says this, but no matter how sour he is, he has to hold it, this master cuts off people's heads as if he is eating and sleeping, and he really dare not offend.

"Actually, if I travel to Qingcheng hundreds of years ago, Daoist is also a sword immortal," in order to disperse the bloody qi of the human head, Daoist Li began to think wildly, in fact, compared to the Taoist, he still prefers to be a sword immortal, without it, handsome, and there are no rules and regulations.

Swordsmanship, is a kind of Taoist art extremely secret, the superior is called the sword fairy, this is called the swordsman, the Qingcheng of the year, the first impression that people think of, is the sword fairy school, of course, this school is not the other sect, generation after generation, each generation of descendants are all swordsmanship, outstanding character, this is his last listen to the old man boasted, I don't know if it's true or not.

But people have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this Qingcheng, there is also a time of rise and fall, especially which famous swordsman is not murderous, the enemy behind is not a lot, finally there is a generation ambushed by the enemy, and the future and pass down the mantra and the heart passed away, the descendants of the empty name of the Qingcheng Sword Immortal, in fact, there is no capital, mixed two or three generations, poor two or three generations, and finally there are descendants to work hard to improve themselves, the sword fairy can not be done, then change to become a Taoist, about the luck, generation after generation is stronger, to the previous generation of Li Taoist, the master and the old man is a pedantic man, and the cultivation has reached the threshold of autopsy, if this level is passed, you can go to Heaven or Laojun's door on an errand, and there is no worry about birth, old age, sickness and death, which can be regarded as reaching a peak.

Of course, according to the normal process, at this time, it is almost the prosperity of the decline, so the apprentices that the old man accepted in his later years were stupid and stupid, and by chance, he took away his body;

"Little Taoist, you are trustworthy and have done a good job, if this person's head falls to the ground, the evil qi will sink into the underworld, and a certain family will have less sacrificial sword things," Huo Chang laughed and fell from the sky.

"Of course, our Taoist priests in Qingcheng Mountain have always been trustworthy and righteous, which is recognized by our Taoist sect," Taoist Li boasted to himself, and he was familiar with his mouth.

"You are a Qingcheng Taoist, you don't know so-and-so?" the Great Sword Immortal's expression was very surprised.

"This, should Xiaodao know you, are you the elder of our Qingcheng Mountain?"

"Alas, it seems that the Qingcheng Sword Immortal lineage has really been lost, and I don't even know the murderous officials in my world," Huo Chang sighed a little.

"You are a fierce official in the world!" Daoist Li was taken aback, he always thought that the other party was a powerful character, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful, the fierce official in the world, this is what his master and old man have praised him, known as one of the top sword immortals in the world, he didn't expect to meet him so coincidentally.

"There is a pork shop ten miles ahead, since I have met the juniors, a certain family will invite you to have a meal, talk about the meaning, and talk to you by the way, so that you can have some knowledge. ”

It turns out that hundreds of years ago, the Qingcheng faction has not changed careers, the scenery at that time is definitely a hundred times stronger than now, the poor mountains and bad waters, the green forests and white roads, the four seas and five lakes, all are afraid of its might; and the sword immortal is an indispensable profession of talent, temperament, and chance, and there are only a few people who can learn to succeed; there are only three factions, and the descendants of each generation must be the top figures, that is, the three major schools of Qingcheng, Tianyi, and Kongtong, which are three-legged in the world, and Huo Chang is the descendant of today's Kongtong Sword Immortal.