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Chapter Thirteen One Sword Pingshan

When Yang Jian heard that he was going to the battlefield, he was overjoyed.

This hairy child is indeed different from ordinary children. Since childhood, he has been with beasts in the mountains and wilderness, and has never been afraid of anything. His courage is enough to make many long-standing generals ashamed of him.

Since he is destined to join this battle between immortals and gods, it is reasonable to train him early.

Zhao Yu's magic weapon was only used by this killing sword. There was another side of the Taoist monument, but this treasure was not a killing object and could not appear at will.

Since he decided to let Yang Jian experience the murderous aura on the battlefield, Zhao Yu naturally wanted to ensure the safety of the little kid. He secretly calculated and found that if he did not give magic weapons to him, he would probably return in vain. In the Barbarians, there were not just a few wizards. Then he took out the killing sword.

As for taking action personally, Zhao Yu hasn't thought about it yet.

If there are opponents like Randeng or Kong Xuan or Lu Ya, he will still be interested, but the others will not be interested at all. Moreover, he cannot interfere too much now, which will ruin the future plan.

The next morning, Yu Hua led Yang Jian to run away from Shenmu City with his army.

With Zhao Yu in the city, Yu Hua had no worries at all.

Zhao Yu sat upright in the quiet room, and drew a circle in front of him, like a wave of light, which was the technique of returning to the round light. In the mirror of the wave light, Yu Hua's army was fully visible.

Yu Hua didn't talk about any strategy, but only brought the troops and horses, and walked towards the northern pass. In the afternoon, nearly 5,000 soldiers crossed Tiantai Mountain and arrived at the western foot of Tiantai Mountain.

After all, Tiantai Mountain is vast, and no matter how fast you go, it is not as fast as the immortals.

The barbarians had long known that the Shang soldiers were coming to attack, and thousands of people gathered at the pass to intercept Yu Hua's army. Although there were two wizards, how could they block Yu Hua? They broke down and the wolf rushed to the porpoise. Especially Yang Jian, the little boy, was like a marble, jumping up and down in the chaos, without any mercy in killing people.

Yang Jian was gifted with a transcendent physique. Although he had not yet practiced formally, the wizard's method could not be hurt at any time. Since he was a child, Zhao Yu used medicinal baths and medicinal food to stimulate his physique. Although he was unable to do so, he had some extraordinary qualities in his body.

All poisons are not invaded, and poisonous insects and miasma dare not approach them. The barbarian wizards often use poisonous insects and miasma as their method, and they just can't do anything to Yang Jian.

After defeating the barbarians and intercepted the troops, Yu Hua ordered the army to rest for a while and then rushed straight to the barbarians.

The Barbarians failed to intercept the troops and were prepared for the failure. However, they were not afraid. The Barbarians were halfway up the mountain, and they rolled the stones and woods all in preparation, waiting for the Shang soldiers to attack.

Yu Hua held the army down and looked up at the foot of the mountain, and hesitated for a moment. He could go up the mountain, but he could not go up the mountain, but the thousands of soldiers and horses under his command could not go up. Once the huge rock rolled down, there was no way to kill or injured. Yang Jian was also looking around and thinking about it, but he couldn't do it.

After a moment, he couldn't help but say, "Brother Yu Hua, where is my master's killing sword?"

Yu Hua suddenly realized, and quickly took off the sword bag on his back, took out the killing sword from it, and smiled and said, "I almost forgot about this sword."

At this time, on the stone wall of the tribe on the mountain, there were some wizards surrounded seven or eight Taoists and climbed up to the wall to look at it.

Then he saw Yu Hua holding a sword, Cehuo-eyed beast came out of the formation, shouting: "The Great Shang Heavenly Soldiers are coming, and you can't help but tie your hands! If you get half a word, you will not keep your dog under the attack of the soldiers!" "I think it's so great that I am a monk from the Jie Sect, but he is a verbal person."

On the wall on the mountain, a Western monk laughed: "If you have the ability, just come and attack, see if you can attack or not!"

When Yu Hua heard this, his eyelids twitched: "Which sect is your monk? How dare you connect with barbarians and disrupt the great merchants? If you know the current affairs and leave quickly, I will not care about you. Otherwise, you will be able to teach your soul to go out of heaven!" "Hey," the monk laughed: "You are just a mere qi refining realm, and you dare to be crazy with me! If you don't give you a color today, you also say I'm a mud!"

Then he saw the monk soaring into the air and was about to fly down the mountain.

Yu Hua couldn't help but take a breath: "You have actually refined the golden elixir!"

But there was no more to say? But when the monk flew over, the golden light flashed in his hand, Yu Hua quickly placed the killing sword in front of his chest, held the hilt of the sword. As soon as the magic power was activated, the sword blade was unsheathed, and the sword light flashed. Everyone around him was stabbed by the sword light and his eyes were closed, and tears flowed!

Yu Hua was also forced to close his eyes by the sword light, and his heart couldn't help but jump. When he opened his eyes, he opened his mouth and was silent.

With two thuds, the flying monk broke into two pieces and turned into ashes. The mountain, along with the tribe, was flattened by this sword, and there was no trace of it!

"So awesome!"

Yang Jian clapped and shouted.

Yu Hua came to his senses and looked down at the sword blade like a scattered autumn water, and couldn't help but feel shocked.

"The power of this killing sword is probably just like this, the master's dragon and tiger wishful thinking?"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit has a magic weapon, which is the Dragon and Tiger Jade Ruyi, which is extremely powerful. But today, when he saw the power of the Killing Sword, he couldn't help but compare it with it, but he felt a little uncertain.

He used only a trace of magic power to activate this killing sword and cut off half of the mountain with one sword. If it were in the hands of a Taoist man that day, what kind of divine power would it have!?

With a long breath, Yu Hua quickly returned the sword to the sheath and put the killing sword into the sword sac. He did not forget about his own affairs. He quickly took out the Soul-Slaying Banner, threw it into the air, and flew out a wisp of black air, swept back and forth on this half of the mountain, and finally took it back, which was a little regretful.

The Killing Sword was only a sword light, and the tribes of tens of thousands of people all turned into ashes. Even the souls were dispersed, but a little still remained. I realized that he had not gained much from the Soul-Slaying Banner. "It seems that to sacrifice and refine the Soul-Slaying Banner, you must not use powerful magic weapons."

While thinking in his mind, he handed the sword bag to Yang Jian: "Your master's magic weapon is too sharp and it's hard to use it casually."

Yang Jian took the sword bag and couldn't wait to take out the Killing Sword. He looked left and right, and was extremely curious.

This killing sword was usually placed in the study of the temple. He didn't take it as a matter. He never expected that it would be so powerful. He couldn't help but draw out the sword. Seeing it, Yu Hua hurriedly said, "You can't pull it around!"

Yang Jian looked around at many soldiers and had no choice but to nod.

If you pull it out and hurt your own people, it would be bad.

When Zhao Yu saw this, he laughed and wiped off the round light mirror.

The power of the Killing Sword is naturally unquestionable. There are many earth immortals who die under this sword. What can these barbarians use to resist?

If you want to make a comparison, such as the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth, or the Pangu Banner, or the Four Swords of Zhuxian, it is difficult to compare. Others such as Dinghai Pearl and Fentian Seal, Zhao Yu thought that the Killing Sword was not below.

What Zhao Yu saw was several monks in the Manchu tribe. They were undoubtedly monks from the Western sect. When the man flew up and heard Yu Hua called "Golden Pill", Zhao Yu also understood that this god monk had a golden elixir above the Qi refining of the Dharma Image Realm.
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