Chapter 9 Flying Sword Assassination

Yang Anzhi saw the hall full of corpses, and the inheritance of the Dragon Gate School was cut off in his hands in a flash.

Just because Li Qingshan was a weak person in his eyes that day, dealing with the weak is not called provocation, but called pinch, but today he in turn has become the object of pinch.

Tong Xiaoan made a slash, but Yang Anzhi also escaped from death, just avoiding Li Qingshan with all his strength, otherwise Li Qingshan would use his tricks and be sure to see what color his heart was. And Xiao An killed ten people in an instant, and shot Yang Anzhi's sword, which was also the end of the force. For a while, he could not catch up.

"Father, help me!" Yang Jun looked at the two "monsters" that were close at hand, no longer a trace of arrogance, and reached out to Yang Anzhi for help with a face full of fear.

However, Yang Anzhi didn't mean to stop at all, and swept towards the rear of the hall like a blue smoke. His son could be reborn, but he only had one life. The one who carried the broken wrist of a strong man was very ruthless.

Yang Jun was instantly desperate. He closed his eyes and felt the strong wind blowing, but he didn't feel any pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw Li Qingshan and Xiao An didn't even look at him, passing him and chasing after Yang Anzhi.

Yang Anzhi has done a great job, and once he escapes, it will be difficult to chase after him.

Yang Jun had a hard time taking off, disregarding his heavy clothes soaked in cold sweat, he immediately moved his feet and ran towards the outside of the hall, saying in his heart: I must take revenge! Must take revenge!

"Pfft!" A bone hand was inserted from behind him and penetrated him. Yang Jun looked at his chest in disbelief, took a few steps forward, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

It turned out that Xiao An saw that Yang Jun wanted to escape, and with a flick of his left arm, the bone arm flew out like a hidden weapon, killing him.

The bone arm was pulled out, as if being pulled by an invisible force, it flew towards the rear of the palace.

Behind the main hall is the patriarch's hall of the Longmen sect, which enshrines the portraits of the successive heads of the Longmen sect. The portrait of the first head is the largest, close to one zhang, and it is painted with a swordsman of the same height, holding a flying dragon sword, with an expression on it. Indifferently overlooking the entire Zushi Hall.

It is rumored that he came to Qingyang, saw bandits rampant and slaughtered innocent people, so he entered the thief's nest with a single sword and killed all the bandits. The people and gentry in Qingyang were all grateful and invited him to stay.

It's just that he probably never thought of this scene today. No, maybe I thought of it, the secret passage of the Longmen faction is built behind the offering table under his portrait. As long as you get in, you can pass through the mountainside and escape through an unknown exit. This is Yang Anzhi's goal. .

Yang Anzhi's self-confidence in his Qinggong was overwhelmed by the approaching wind behind him. In just a blink of an eye, he and the elders and disciples in the hall would end up.

I don't know if it was because of panic and mental disorder, he actually shouted: "Patriarch, help!"

Li Qingshan reached out to Yang Anzhi's vest and retracted it immediately. He was worried that Yang Anzhi, like Xiong Xiangwu, had a trump card that surpassed that of ordinary warriors. From his current experience, those items that belonged to the category of spiritual weapons, or items like The means of magic are not uncommon in this world.

These means may be weak, but they may also be so strong that accurate predictions cannot be made.

Sure enough, before Yang Anzhi finished speaking, there was a small sword enshrined on the altar table, and suddenly a bright light flashed and stabbed towards Li Qingshan.

Although this little sword was brightly golden, it looked like a wooden sword painted with gold paint. At this moment, an astonishing sword light erupted, illuminating the dark patriarch's hall and turning into a golden rainbow.

The sword was still a few feet away, and Li Qingshan felt a tingling between his eyebrows, and he had a feeling that no matter how he avoided it, he would never be able to avoid the assassination of this sword.

Yang Anzhi's heart was a little relieved. This is a secret that was known to the heads of the Longmen School. When their ancestors died, they did not leave a body, but only this small sword, which is very similar to the so-called Taoism. "Soldiers",

He once instructed the eldest disciple, the ancestor of Yang Anzhi, to worship and pray for this small sword every day, and not to slack off. Once a strong enemy invades, you can call for help, and it will definitely save you from danger, but you can only use it once.

Although Yang Anzhi has been praying for decades, he did not believe the rumor. He also checked the small sword, but it was a very ordinary wooden sword, which could be split in half with any iron sword.

But he didn't dare to believe it or not, and he thought about how to use it, but he thought that once the Iron Fist Gate and Lema Village were united, and the county magistrate organized troops and horses, it would definitely be a massive attack on the mountain, and thousands of people would attack, one by one. A sword that can be used once can play a decisive role. Fei got this life-or-death moment, and finally made a desperate attempt, and it really succeeded.

Li Qingshan also knew that he couldn't take it hard, and his body flipped out in the air. The small sword seemed to have spirituality. It twisted in the air and let out a piercing scream. With a "swoosh", it rushed towards Li Qingshan again. Li Qingshan felt that the point between his eyebrows became more and more serious. It's so powerful, the cold is blowing.

Suddenly a sword came out and stabbed at Xiaojianjian. Xiao An shot to save Li Qingshan, but his sword was enough to pierce through the golden travertine. The body was passed over, and the iron-cut flying dragon sword shattered into countless pieces and shot in all directions. Xiao An was also thrown out and hit the column.

Xiaojian's light was only a little dim, and he stabbed Li Qingshan again, swearing not to take his life.

Li Qingshan had already retreated to the corner of the hall, and taking advantage of the opportunity that Xiao An had won for him, he grabbed the "Cao Character Sword Book" and launched it, desperately injecting his true energy into it.

At this critical moment, a "sketch" lit up, and the sword light soared and shot, colliding with the golden sword.

There was no sound that could be called a loud noise, just a round of spiritual light spread out in the hall, like a small sun rising suddenly.

However, Li Qingshan felt that there was thunder piercing his ears, and there was a humming sound, and a trace of blood flowed out of his ears.

The light quickly dissipated, and the portraits of the heads of the Longmen sect turned into powder and scattered. The clothes on Li Qingshan's body were the same. If you look closely, there are thousands of traces left on the walls and the ground. sword marks,

The broken sword released thousands of sword qi that were as fine as awns, and silently penetrated everything in the hall.

With such power, even Li Qingshan was not stunned, the power of the flying sword left a deep impression on his mind.

Yang Anzhi had been guarding the entrance of the secret passage. Seeing that the assassination failed, he immediately turned around and entered the secret passage. As long as he entered the secret passage, he opened the mechanism and put down the Wanjun boulder to seal the secret passage. No one would want to catch up with him.

Li Qingshan was forced to the corner of the temple, and Xiao An was bumped into the pillar of the temple. For a while, no one could take care of him, and he was about to escape like this.