Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 221: Falling Road
"Uncle Jiu, I'm going to chase those two little thieves." The Lin family archer shot an arrow at the Gray Falcon, but the arrow missed. He was so angry that he wanted to cross Han Yundao to chase Duan Anle and Wei Gu.

A red sword light circled it back. Han Yundao lowered his head and kept silent. Dozens of red sword qi shot out, forcing several people from the Lin family to take another step back.

Uncle Jiu looked unhappy. The little thief in front of him didn't have a high level of cultivation, but he did have some attainments in swordsmanship.

Even if he has not grasped the true meaning, he is still not comparable to those wild fox Zen who think they are sword practitioners just because they hold a flying sword.

"We must fight quickly and decisively. We can't let them get into Tanggu County." Uncle Jiu, the leader of the Lin family, shouted in a low voice with a fierce look in his eyes.

The Lin family cultivators all moved together. The first two were one tall and one short, one wielding a short stick and the other a long spear. Both were at the fourth level of Qi training, which was similar to Han Yundao's cultivation level.

These two are not weaklings. Their short sticks are powerful and their long spears are sharp. They are coming with great momentum and should not be underestimated.

Han Yundao took a half step back, chanted a mantra silently, and the flying sword in his hand leaped up like a fish.

When metal and iron meet, the sword energy lasts forever.

The two cultivators of the Lin family looked unhappy. They were pushed back to their previous starting point by a sword. The recoil force coming from their hands was the experience they had only when they were instructed by the elders in the clan.

"What a pity," Han Yun said without any emotion on her face, but she sighed in her heart.

If he had learned the fundamental meaning of the Three Yang Sutra, the power of the Three Yang Sword Art would have jumped to a much higher level in his hands. At least one of the two Lin family cultivators, one tall and one short, would have died on the spot.

"Come on together!" Uncle Jiu of the Lin family was frightened, but the handsome young man in front of him was far from being powerful enough to keep him silent.

The Lin family cultivators moved in response, with the archer taking the lead. The Gray Falcon followed Duan Anle and retreated. His spirit bamboo arrow pierced fiercely into the right eye of the fire jackal that was rushing towards him.

After the sharp sound of bone cracking, the skull fragments that were lifted up immediately pierced into the head of the spirit beast, killing the poor guy on the spot.

Han Yundao had no time to worry about the spiritual beast that Duan Anle had just acquired. He only used the three-foot-thin green sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, to first block the stick and then repel the axe, which frightened the Lin family cultivators.

But Uncle Nine of the Lin family is a late-stage cultivator from a powerful foundation-building family, so he would not be scared by this sword-wielding young man.

The golden gourd in his hand glowed with spiritual light, and numerous restrictions were activated. He first raised the hammer to push away Han Yundao's sword, and then smashed it with the hammer. The golden gourd was about to cut Han Yundao's head open.

The latter's waist lit up and a fire spirit shield appeared.

When the golden melon is put into the fire, sparks fly.

The fire spirit pendant worn on Han Yundao's waist suddenly cracked, and the broken jade fell to the ground, causing the dry grass on the ground to burn with joy.

Although the Fire Spirit Pendant that Jiang Qing gave to Han Yundao was not bad, it was just a common mid-grade magic weapon that they had found when they went to Xuanwei City together. It was normal that it could not withstand the angry attack of the Ninth Uncle of the Lin family.

However, Han Yundao finally took this opportunity to pull himself free. As soon as he took half a step, a strong wind blew behind his head.

Han Yundao blocked with his sword on his back, and three sword beams shot out, blocking all the sticks, spears, axes and halberds behind him. The long sword wailed, and a crack as thick as a cow's hair appeared on the blade.

Han Yundao's face flushed red, he didn't care at all, his fingers moved swiftly, and the flying sword did not turn around to protect himself, but turned around and stabbed towards Uncle Nine of the Lin family.

The flying sword was as fast as a meteor, but Uncle Nine of the Lin family was well prepared. He offered up a white jade Buddha amulet, and the jade Buddha was smiling and pushing his hands. A giant palm that was a foot high actually stretched out from the palm-sized Buddha amulet, trying to grab the flying sword.

"Buzz buzz buzz!" The flying sword ignited with the energy of the scorching sun. Although Han Yundao had only learned the basics of the "Three Yang Classics", he still burned the Buddha's hand red, forcing him to retreat.

Uncle Nine of the Lin family showed a trace of dissatisfaction on his face. He had long ago told his twelfth brother that he would refine his damaged top-grade defensive magic weapon again, but he always said "nothing is empty" and "nothing is empty", making it difficult for him to control even a junior in the middle stage of Qi training.

Uncle Nine of the Lin family was angry and threw the golden melon, but Han Yundao narrowly avoided it.

His studies over the years have always been looked down upon by his teachers, but he has made good progress in practicing various arts.

In just a few years, he has already practiced the "Cloud Crane Travel", a top-grade wild-grade martial art, to the minor success stage. Not to mention the younger generations of the Lin family who are of the same age as him, even the footwork of the team leader, Uncle Nine of the Lin family, is far inferior to him.

Because of this, Han Yundao had the opportunity to dodge even when he was surrounded by the Lin family practitioners.

But the Lin family is one of the most famous weapon-refining families in Yunjiaozhou. The magical weapons of these family members are very powerful, and as a family with a tradition of foundation-building, their methods are even better.

As a result, Han Yundao was in danger and sweating profusely after only fighting with them for a few rounds!

Although he had experienced many battles over the years, and was even present when the patrol team rounded up some powerful independent cultivators in the late stage of Qi training, most of the time he was just doing light work under the protection of his master.

There were many smooth sailing days in the past, but this is the first time I have encountered such a difficult and dangerous situation!

Little did he know that Han Yundao's performance was already remarkable in the eyes of Uncle Nine of the Lin family opposite him.

My family knows their own affairs.

Anyone who dared to follow Uncle Nine of the Lin family to chase Han Yundao and his group during the previous chaos in Lingzhou was certainly not a mediocre person in the Lin family.

But facing a junior who was only at the fourth level of Qi training, Uncle Nine of the Lin family, a late-stage cultivator, and his nephews and nieces were unable to defeat him!
This made the thick-browed monk, who was the most impatient and reckless among the Lin family monks, angry. With a swipe of the jade axe, Han Yundao dodged with his left and right feet, and a crescent-shaped energy passed by his side.

"You can use the sword at any time." Han Yundao's sword had already exhausted its power at this time. Normally, he should have moved sideways, but he suddenly remembered Jiang Qing's teachings. He made up his mind, raised his sword and swung it. A wonderful feeling that he had never experienced before emerged.

The most reckless monk with thick eyebrows suffered the consequences. Han Yundao's sword was not as aggressive as before, and it only cut a red line on the monk's forehead.

The red line is now on the forehead and reappears on the back of the head.

The head of the thick-browed monk was evenly cut open, without a trace of bone or flesh even at the corners. It was so smooth, as if it was carefully polished by a skilled craftsman.

Uncle Nine of the Lin family immediately became furious and swung his golden melon, but was blocked by Han Yundao's sword. The latter felt that the Three Yang Sword Technique had never been as smooth as it was today.

"If Third Uncle-Master were here, he would definitely praise me for finally getting the hang of it!"

The flying sword deftly dissipated the force, and Uncle Nine of the Lin family's charged attack did not seem to be effective. Han Yundao was quite excited.

When he looked at the two cultivators holding the halberd and the stick, there was no fear in his eyes. The flying sword was wrapped in the energy of the scorching sun, and he slashed towards the two cultivators fiercely.

If Master Kang could be present and see this, he would probably think that his eldest disciple has indeed possessed some of Jiang Qing's former charm, and is as reckless as Jiang Qing.

If Kang Dabao was in such a situation, he would have taken advantage of the situation and rushed out from the gap as soon as half of the thick-browed monk's head fell to the ground.

The two cultivators, one tall and one short, were not stupid. They could see that the rough edges in Han Yundao's swordsmanship had become too smooth, so they retreated several feet to avoid his sharp edge.

There are many talented people in this world. Even if Han Yundao is placed in the small pond of Yunjiaozhou, he can only be described as "not bad" at most.

The Lin family cultivator couldn't defeat him alone, so he just rushed forward in a crowd.

Why can sects and families gain more benefits than individual cultivators? It is nothing more than the majority bullying the minority, and the higher level bullying the lower level.

Han Yundao's sword attack failed, but he was entangled by Uncle Jiu of the Lin family. Jin Gua became more aggressive and finally caught up with him from behind.

Han Yundao was not a pure sword practitioner, but he was reluctant to see his already damaged flying sword get damaged further, so he summoned a first-grade intermediate-grade rock shield to block the attack slightly.

The golden gourd was powerful and heavy. Uncle Nine of the Lin family, who was at the seventh level of Qi training, was much better than Han Yundao. He immediately pushed back the Rock Spirit Shield, causing Han Yundao, who was controlling the weapon, to stagger.

An emerald green bamboo arrow came and pierced into Han Yundao's right shoulder socket with great speed. He felt a piercing pain in his bones, flesh and fascia, and almost made him drop the sword in his hand on the spot.

The Lin family archer finally got his chance, but even though he shot and injured Han Yundao, the anger on his face did not subside at all.

Thinking of his brother with a neck covered in color, the Lin family archer was so angry that his gums bled. He became ruthless and shot another arrow.

The arrow missed the target by a bit, only dislodging Han Yundao's hair.

This made the Lin family archer somewhat dissatisfied, so he shot another arrow, which was off by another point, and the arrow energy passed by and only cut off a piece of Han Yundao's hair.

The archer was upset and cursed: "You little white face raised by your wife, look at me, Master Lin, I will send you to the west!"

Even without the Lin family archers taking action, Han Yundao had already suffered a loss for his recklessness.

The halberd-wielding monk whom he had always looked down upon turned back, and the evil tiger rune on the halberd blade glowed brightly.

The long halberd flew out of his hand and stabbed Han Yundao with his sword. The long halberd swept along with the momentum. Han Yundao shook the blade in his hand and was about to push the long halberd back. The monk holding the halberd had no intention of resisting. The long halberd turned rapidly, leaving a line of blood, and returned steadily to his hand.

Han Yundao didn't notice anything unusual at first until he felt a sticky and warm sensation on his wrist.

When he looked down, he found that there was a big cut on the wrist of his right hand holding the sword. Thick and dirty blood flowed out, dyeing the clouds on the hilt into ink black.

"Poisoned!" Han Yundao was suddenly startled. He did not dare to stop for a moment and just took a few detoxification pills at random.

Fortunately, the poison on the halberd was quite common, and the spiritual stones that Master Kang had spent a lot of money to prepare for his disciples were not wasted. After only a short while, Han Yundao felt much more comfortable.

But after all, he was just a young cultivator who had just entered the fourth level of Qi training. It was already quite a remarkable thing that he could deal with so many Lin family cultivators for such a long time.

He used another talisman to block the sweep of the stick-wielding monk. The latter was not one of those country monks in Pingrong County who couldn't even recite the Five Elements Spiritual Formula. His wealth was not much worse than Han Yundao's. He also threw out a handful of attack talismans to fight back.

Han Yundao had just used the Rock Spirit Shield to block a wave of golden spears, fire spears, rock clubs and wooden lances, when the Lin family archers fired three arrows in a row.

The arrow was like a meteor, shooting straight at the vital point.

The Rock Spirit Shield could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, turning into mud.

"It's time to go!" Han Yundao saw that Uncle Jiu's golden melon from the Lin family was coming again, and he knew that if he stayed any longer, he would have a hard time surviving. He thought quickly in his mind for a while, then jumped to the side of the archer from the Lin family with his sword in hand.

The sword light came, but the Lin family archer was not afraid at all. His bow was like a full moon, and he shot with all his might. The spiritual light gathered and the arrow energy was like a cloud, which was even more terrifying than the previous few arrows.

Han Yundao originally wanted to escape, but the archers of the Lin family thought he was going to fight him to the death, so he used his trump card without thinking.

Han Yundao was groaning in his heart, but at this time he had lost his defensive magic weapon. He was desperate and had to use his footwork to give it a try.

"Yunheyou" is undoubtedly one of the most famous footwork in Chongming Sect. It helped Han Yundao, who was in great luck today, to avoid the signature skill of the Lin family archer.

The master's eldest disciple did not waste this opportunity. He passed by the Lin family archer, slashed with his sword at random, and fled in panic.

"I'll chase him!" The little finger of the Lin family archer's right hand was grazed by the sword energy, and two knuckles melted on the spot, and the flesh and blood turned into mud.

"Oh my god!" Uncle Nine of the Lin family stopped the Lin family archer. He found that the boy had extraordinary footwork and was very sleek, but his strength was a flaw. He would definitely not be able to defeat himself, a late-stage cultivator.

"Take these brothers with you and bring back the other two disciples of the Chongming Sect. Don't let them go!" After giving instructions to the Lin family archer, Uncle Jiu of the Lin family followed Han Yundao's direction and chased after them.

The Lin family archer looked hatefully at the direction Han Yundao fled, but did not dare to disobey his uncle's order. He took a few pills, chewed them up, and sprayed them on the severed finger along with his saliva.

A cool feeling permeated the heart, and the Lin family archer's anger subsided a little. "Let's go. If we can't catch those two Chongming villains, we will go to Pingrong County to capture a few more."

————Two days later
Han Yundao did not dare to stop and just swallowed the pills recklessly. He felt as if there was a cauldron burning with a blazing fire in his lungs. The large amount of smoke that came out hit his chest and it felt like it was going to explode at any time.

Uncle Nine of the Lin family had a gloomy look in his eyes. He had never thought that it would take him two days to hunt down a mid-stage cultivator from a small Qi training sect!

Haven’t caught up yet!

"That kid's footwork and swordsmanship seem to have made breakthroughs?!" Uncle Jiu of the Lin family felt like he had become a whetstone. He was angry and worried about the safety of the Lin family's archers.

"If we keep running, we will reach Hancheng!" Uncle Jiu of the Lin family was frightened. The old man of the Yue family even dared to kill the fake Dan of the Liangyi Sect. He was just a small Qigong practitioner from the Lin family of Chang County. Even if he was slaughtered and bled by the Yue family in the street, would the Lin family dare to utter a single dirty word?
"Let's chase him for a while. Fortunately, the kid's martial arts skills are not of high level. If he had a long-lasting aura, I'm afraid it would be real. Let's chase him for another day!" Uncle Jiu of the Lin family made up his mind secretly, and the speed of the flying sword under his feet became faster.

Han Yundao fled until sunset that day and found a cave to hide in. At this time, the spiritual bamboo arrow on his shoulder had already rubbed his shoulder blade, making a sizzling sound. His robes were soaked in blood every day, getting wet and dry, dry and wet, and the original color could no longer be seen.

"Anle and the others should have arrived at the Tanggu County Government Office by now, right?" Han Yundao groaned with exhaustion, leaned against the cliff, closed his eyes, and didn't want to escape anymore.

But the severe pain in his shoulder made him unable to sleep. He had to grit his teeth and grab the tail of the arrow with his left hand. He pulled it out violently, and a stream of thick blood and a large piece of flesh were brought out by the arrow head.

Han Yundao took a few pills of the free blood-regenerating and flesh-regenerating pills. The fist-sized flesh hole on his right shoulder had just started to grow granulations when it was swept back into a pool of minced meat by the arrow.

Han Yundao knew that this injury needed to be healed, but he didn't have the time to do so now. He was too tired and closed his eyes unconsciously.

Han Yundao smiled faintly in his sleep, and the wonderful feeling he had when he drew the sword before came back to him in his dream.

"So that's how it's used. No wonder Third Uncle always said I was a blockhead! Third Uncle is right. Sword cultivation really doesn't have to be locked up at home."

"Ah, this is how the sword should be used. If it is a little heavier, I can cut off the head of the tall man holding the stick with this sword."

"After we go back, I'll perform it for Rong Quan to see if he still respects me as his senior brother!"

"An Le! Master!" Even though Han Yun was so tired, he still couldn't sleep for long and woke up from his sleep.

He first shook his dizzy head, then hastily bandaged the wound, walked out of the cave, changed direction, and flew quickly on the sword again.

Not long after he came out of the cave, he felt as if he was bitten by someone. He looked back and saw no one there. He turned back and saw a golden short hammer hitting him on the head.

Han Yundao took it in a rather awkward manner and landed on a cliff.

Uncle Nine of the Lin family, who also had no rest and was very tired, rushed up with red eyes, thinking only of smashing the hateful thief to pieces as soon as possible.

Han Yundao did not dare to neglect, but as the battle went on, he found that Uncle Lin's golden short hammer was not as sharp as before. In his own eyes, he could see several flaws in Uncle Lin's body.

Even if the opponent has a high level of cultivation, I can still use my ingenuity to break his tactics and fight him back and forth.

"Could it be the dream just now?!" Han Yundao seemed to have thought of something, and at the critical moment of life and death, he also laughed.

Uncle Nine of the Lin family also gradually realized that something was wrong, "Oh no! How come this kid's swordsmanship has improved so much! We have to catch him quickly!"

One wanted to prove his truth with force, the other wanted to break the law with cleverness. The two of them were blood-thirsty and showed no mercy, turning this usually secluded cliff into a murderous battlefield.

At this moment, neither of them could tolerate anything else and the only thing on their mind was to kill the other.

Han Yundao was getting better and better at fighting, but Uncle Nine of the Lin family was finding it quite strenuous. He could already see the slightly excited look in the opponent's eyes, which made him extremely furious!
"Damn it! Do you really treat your grandfather as a whetstone?!" Uncle Nine of the Lin family shouted, and the golden short hammer glowed, wanting to smash Han Yundao and the flying sword together.

Han Yundao was not angry but happy. The fingers in his hand changed, and there seemed to be some awkwardness in the rubbing. Then dozens of blazing sword qi emanated from the broken flying sword and intertwined into a net.

"Ha! 'A swordsman is fearless and fearless, and fearlessness makes one invincible.' Third Uncle, I seem to understand something now!"

Seeing that the Flame Sword Net that he had been unable to use was finally formed, Han Yundao didn't even look at the fallen golden melon short hammer and the broken body of Uncle Jiu of the Lin family, but just admired his own masterpiece.

"I have no strength left!" Han Yundao collapsed to the ground, feeling that he had lost all strength in his body. He lay on the stone slab, not wanting to move.

"At the fourth level of Qi training, he killed a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training with his formation! If Master knew, he would praise me, right?! Hehe, I'm afraid I'll be scolded. It doesn't matter if I get scolded. After I go back, I will call my fellow apprentices to hold a Taoist meeting in my courtyard, and I will make sure Rong Quan sits in the middle to listen to me!

Phew, I can't rest for too long, I'm a senior brother, I have to go back to find Anle and the others. It's not safe here, any passing monster or cultivator can kill me!

First open the Lin family's storage bag to see if there is anything good in it. When Master comes back, give it to him. So many brothers and sisters died or were injured this time. Master must be very worried about spiritual stones!"

Thinking of this, Han Yundao slowly opened his eyes. An old man with two swords on his body was looking at him with numb eyes, showing no sadness or joy.

"Three Yang Sword Technique, Chongming Sect."

The mountain breeze and the old man's words passed by Han Yundao's ears, and then a flying sword flashed by, leaving a horrible gap on Han Yundao's fair neck.

Han Yundao didn't feel any pain, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "I can't send ten beautiful female cultivators to be Master's wives."

"Chan Niang, please take a look."

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