gate of eternity

With a cold snort, Zhao Yun thrust Zixiao into the ground, unloaded the Longyuan sword, came forward with bare hands, avoided a hammer, and bullied himself in front of the big man.

boom!puff!Click!

From this moment, he seemed to be no longer a person, but a tyrannical beast, with perfect coordination of muscles, bones, real energy, and strength. His moves were extremely unconventional, and every move was extremely weird. With a fierce weapon, his fists hit the flesh, and his moves were fierce. The big man who was fighting all the way couldn't stand still, and the sound of bones breaking was constantly heard.

"This is impossible."

The big man was bored, he was known for his strength and melee combat, but he was beaten by the real spirit, and he couldn't hold his head up in the field he was best at. Since he was bullied, he didn't even have a chance to catch his breath. His eyes were dazzled, he was either fisted or slapped, and he was beaten so hard that he couldn't tell east, west, south, north, and he could only feel his brain buzzing, all his limbs, internal organs, and eight meridians, every muscle in his body The pain was like a burning flame, and God knows how many times he was hit hard.

"how is this possible."

The purple-clothed young man in the sky also showed an unbelievable look. He knew how ferocious the big man was, and there were not many who dared to fight him hand-to-hand at the same level. Without even a chance to counterattack, the young master of the Zhao family is too terrifying.

"Seconds, really wonderful."

The two were shocked, but Zhao Yun was not as excited as usual, his whole body was burning with blood, like a mad lion. During the battle, he comprehended the holy law, and for a few moments, he also matched his mood and artistic conception. Hitting into a state of ecstasy, forgetting who the other party is and who he is, some only attack fiercely, with one punch more fierce than the other. If he is given enough time, he can give this big guy, All the way to a puddle of rotten meat.

Ah!

The one-eyed man went berserk, howling loudly and violently.

Of course, it's useless.

Zhao Yun should fight or not, and he should be attacked, but also a lot, his breastbone burst, his meridians were cut off a lot, and he coughed up a lot of blood.

"Damn."

The one in the sky couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately bent his bow and set an arrow.

Zheng!

This arrow was not a single attack but a group attack, and it became a rain of arrows all over the sky. It seemed that he didn't know that he wanted to kill Zhao Yun, but he also wanted to kill the big man. The most important thing is to be an assassin and complete the task. No antidote to eat.

"Retract the arrow."

The big man howled angrily, and his mouth was full of blood foam with a loud drink, he was hammered too badly.

Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!

This is the response of the purple-clothed youth.

"You are cruel enough."

Zhao Yun let out a cold snort, fled to the ground in an instant, dodged the rain of arrows, and came out again in an instant. The one-eyed man who had just stood still was grabbed by one arm on the spot, swung up, and fell hard to the ground. on the boulder.

boom!

The rocks collapsed, and a human-shaped pit was smashed out on the ground. The big man spat out a mouthful of old blood, which was sprayed a foot high. His internal organs were thrown and moved, and more than [-]% of the bones in his body were broken. Now, I don't know what pain is anymore, I just know that in a daze, there is a person waving to him, with glint in his eyes, and a sinister smile.

That's right, it's the Grim Reaper.

God of death!Wave to whoever dies, that's all right.

"Good journey."

Zhao Yun's palm directly ended the life of the big man.

Another person died.

The dead man was even more depressed than the black-haired old man. He had all the strength in his body and was able to fight and resist, but he was sent all the way to the gate of hell by a first-level true spirit.

Zheng!

The arrow rain came again, the purple-clothed youth in the sky obviously didn't intend to leave, the old man and the big man had already died, and he didn't intend to leave, he had his own support, I was in the sky, you were on the ground, you couldn't hit me, but I could The main reason for attacking you is that Zhao Yun is very poisonous, the longer it is delayed, the more beneficial it will be for him.

"it's your turn."

Zhao Yun let out a cold snort, dodging the rain of arrows with the speed of a gust of wind, stepped on a stone with one step, and jumped up with his strength. Why didn't you use the Zhang Explosion Talisman before, but keep it for the young man in purple?If it was used before, then the kid must be on guard, the explosion talisman is a surprise.

There is no way, who made the young man in purple stand too high.

If a person of this size wants to escape, he can't stop him, he either doesn't hit him, or he just hits him down. Just hurt the big bird, blow it up, and the rest will be easy.

"Hurt me?"

The young man in purple looked disdainful, the throwing knife was out of range.

As he said, it was indeed impossible.

When the flying knife was half a foot away from the big bird, it lost its strength.

This is also knitting.

However, when he saw the explosive talisman hanging on the flying knife, the young man's expression changed suddenly.

What the hell, do you still have this operation?

Chapter 74 Rashomon

boom!boom!boom!

The three explosive talismans exploded in no particular order, resounding through the vast night.

puff!

The big bird bled on the spot, mainly because it couldn't dodge it, its blood was dripping from the blast, and [-]% of the power of the Explosion Talisman was borne by it, and one of its fluttering wings was blown out, like a kite with a broken string, Fall from the sky.

Looking at the young man in purple on his back, he is not much better. He is a good support player. His physical body and ability to resist explosions are not flattering. The big bird is dripping with blood, and he is also flying with blood. , He also fell down from the sky, counting everything, he didn't expect Zhao Yun to have an explosion talisman, he was caught off guard by the explosion, standing too high, he was also a living target.

boom!boom!

Accompanied by a bang, the big bird fell to the ground first, smashing a small hill and collapsing it, followed by the young man in purple, smashing a huge boulder to collapse.

Amidst the falling stones, the two of them were not seen getting up, and they might not be able to get up either. They were covered in blood from the blast. Now that they fell, they were paralyzed on the spot, and they were lucky to be able to breathe.

Zhao Yun arrived later, carrying the bloody Zixiao sword.

The young man in purple wanted to get up, but he felt powerless, his bones were broken, and none of his meridians were intact, so he fell to the ground and became a cripple on the spot.

"Who sent you here?"

Zhao Yun said calmly, and walked step by step with his sword in hand.

Blood gushed out of the mouth of the young man in purple, but he had no intention of fear. Instead, he showed an inexplicable smile to Zhao Yun, with a touch of strangeness, as if with a touch of gratitude. Zhao Yun frowned, not knowing what the meaning of this smile was.

Looking at it, the blood flowing from the mouth of the young man in purple turned into jet black.

"Damn it." Zhao Yun came over in an instant.

Unfortunately, he came too late, the young man in purple had already swallowed the poison hidden in his teeth, and died on the spot. Before he died, his expression did not show the slightest pain, but more of relief, like an old man in his twilight years who would walk away serene.

"Assassin." Zhao Yun whispered.

Killer missions failed, or fell into the hands of the enemy, most of them have the operation of suicide, maybe it is professional ethics, or maybe it is even worse to go back and die.

He searched the young man, but found no ID card, except for the clothes and the bow and arrow, there was nothing else, there were also the big man and the old man, the same was true, he couldn't find anything that could prove their identity, let alone who sent him.

quack!quack!

The big bird is still alive, lying on the gravel and whining, it is not known whether it is for its master or for itself, soaring to the sky, never fell into the world like this one day.

"Rashomon."

The sudden words of the Moon God seemed to be able to understand the wailing of the big bird. From the wailing, she read out such a secret, she didn't know it, Zhao Yun might know it.

"Rashomon?"

Zhao Yun frowned, how could he not know.

It was a very mysterious killer organization, which existed as early as the ancient Warring States period, and there were many masters in the sect, and their networks spread all over the world.

It is rumored that all the masters of the Rashomon sect in the past are genuine Heavenly Martial Realms. No one has actually seen it, but when the name of the Rashomon sect is mentioned, everyone is terrified. For thousands of years, this example has been seen frequently.

At this moment, Zhao Yun thought a lot.

That night, the person who blew poisonous mist into his room was probably Rashomon's killer.

He even suspected that the previous evil mage also belonged to Rashomon.

This assassination organization is too mysterious, hiding in the world with various identities.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Yun murmured to himself, wishing to know how much the benefactor behind him hated him, and actually hired Rashomon's assassin, which is not good news.

The gun is easy to hide, and the dark arrow is hard to prevent.

Being targeted by Rashomon, he will never be able to live in peace for the rest of his life.

I didn't think much about it.

He took the body powder, destroyed the corpses, collected the weapons and property of the three assassins, and disappeared into the darkness. During this period, he coughed up blood more than once.

This battle is dangerous enough.

Facing a killer, there is a possibility of death at any moment.

At this point, he still has poison in his body.

Look at the left arm, it's completely black, it has no intuition, and it slumps down weakly. It is thanks to the three true spirit realms. If it is the Xuanyang realm, it is really possible to kill him with a sword. It may not be able to explode.

Late at night, he found a cave.

It took him most of the night to force out the toxin, his face still pale.

After doing this, he took the weapons of the three of them.

The three weapons are really good, especially the gilt sledgehammer of the big man, which is actually made of gold black iron, at least eight hundred catties, and the old man's rapier and the young man's bow and arrow are also special black iron. With such equipment, one can imagine how terrifying a higher-level killer would be.

He sacrificed the beast fire and sky thunder, which melted as much as possible.

The essence of the three weapons were all refined to become soldiers, and they were all refined into the Longyuan sword. After some polishing, Longyuan became heavier, and the buzzing sound was accompanied by dragon chant.

After taking a mouthful of spiritual liquid, he looked at Moon God.

The meaning in his eyes is still obvious: Xiu'er, I'm being targeted by the killer organization, why don't you express it?For example, pass on my life-saving secret technique.

Moon God didn't say a word, and cast a sideways glance at Zhao Yun: "Is there still not much passed on by my old lady?"Is it not easy to escape?Wall penetration is not mysterious enough?Fengshenbu not fast enough?Or is the holy method of Dou Zhan not overbearing enough, can a small martial artist learn so much and use it?

"When I am killed that day, you can have fun secretly!"

Zhao Yun curled his lips, a grasshopper on a rope, why are you so ignorant!

Luna didn't respond anymore.

Be a master!Then you have to let the apprentice suffer a little, the tempering between life and death can transform into Nirvana, what you want is that state of mind, take it slowly!

Zhao Yun didn't take it seriously, and took the sword control technique.

This method is not difficult to learn. It is good to imprint the prohibition on the sword, and then cooperate with the hand formula. As for how far it can fly and how powerful it can be, it depends on the skill of the sword controller. The foundation is strong enough. You can chop up mountains and rubble; if you don't have enough knowledge, you may even cut off a small sapling.

Under the moon, he lit a bonfire and set up a barbecue.

And he, holding the ancient scroll of imperial swordsmanship, was fascinated by reading it. Sometimes he would raise his hand and practice the hand formula, such as performing the pinch seal, which is very particular. It has to be a perfect fit.

Also, this method also involves spiritual power.

The higher the spiritual level, the easier it is to control the sword. To put it bluntly, it is the background.

In his opinion, this fencing technique is incomplete.

In other words, it is an improved version, not the real way of controlling the sword.

Seeing this, he glanced at Luna.

Moon God knew the meaning of his expression, but he didn't answer. Zhao Yun's thought was not bad. This method is indeed incomplete. The real skill of controlling the sword is extremely demanding. At least one's mental power must be transformed into a martial soul, so that he can barely use his soul. Controlling the sword, surpassing Tianwu, until the martial soul transforms into a primordial spirit, can control everything in the world.

Everything here, including the flying sword.

The primordial spirit is strong enough, one sword can be used to decapitate a person from a thousand miles away

Waiting to become a god, one thought will become a thousand swords, and it will destroy the sky and the earth.

This is also the reason why she didn't pass on Zhao Yun's real swordsmanship. It's useless to pass it on.

The improved version of Imperial Sword Art, let's make do with it!

A small True Spirit Realm, wanting to cultivate great supernatural powers, looking for excitement for nothing.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun has already taken the Zixiao Sword, with thunder and lightning lingering on his fingertips, imprinting a brand on it.

Then, a drop of blood was stained on the brand.

At this point, he put the sword on the ground, put his fingers together, and also recited the method silently, continued to pinch his hands, waved his arms openly, and pointed to the big tree five feet away.