Chapter 290 God's will

This blue light came quickly, from far to near, suddenly appeared, and it turned out to be another flying sword! If it weren't for this time, Wang Chan's mind was highly focused, and he was clear about the wind and grass movements of hundreds of meters inside and outside his body. Only this sword came silently, and he could behead him the same way as he had just beheaded the ancestor of Hongmen.

And this flying sword, suddenly came. At the moment of action, it had little impact on the external environment. It seemed to belong to itself as a part of this world. When it appeared, it appeared. Obviously, it was extremely dangerous, but it concealed Wang Chan's most sensitive sense. If it hadn't been on the sword, it hadn't been returned. With an extremely faint blue light, there is almost no trace!

Such an unpredictable swordsmanship brought by Wang Chan, it seems to suddenly return to the encounter between him and Ye Tianshi in Miyun Mountain!

At that time, Wang Chan had just practiced two Taibai essences, and there were no other magical power. He was suddenly stabbed by Ye Tianshi's flying sword. His whole body was like a prey targeted by a fierce beast. In an instant, his hair was all up. If it hadn't been for his bold and careful and fierce person, he would have forced Ye Tianshi to fight with him in close combat. Once he pulled away In the end, he must die by himself.

But in the end, Ye Tianshi still died under Wang Chan, so the person who released the flying sword at this time must be someone else. And there is only one school in the world that can be compared with the Longmen Wudang school in the art of sword control, that is, the sword fairy sect that has been circulating in the area of Qingcheng Mountain and Emei Mountain in Sichuan. This is a very mysterious lineage, which is not easy to appear in the world.

Only in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, when the world was in chaos, there was a man named Li Shanji who went deep into Qingcheng Mountain and Emei Mountain when he was a teenager. He was predestined to have a short contact with these people, and then a strange book of "The Legend of the Swordsman of Shushan" came out.

In the book, Li Shanji calls himself "Princess Pearl", and also calls this sword fairy school that haunts the mountains of Sichuan "Shushan Sword School".

This night, Wang Chan sought revenge. After the ancestor of Hongmen died, after seeing that things failed, he would rather give up his broken body and use his body as bait. He led Wang Chan here and forced another person to fight against Wang Chan with his own life. At this juncture, only the immortal sword fairy of this sect can produce Wang Chan. Enough threats.

The flying sword has been integrated into the whole world and is harmonious and comfortable!

In addition, when the ancestor of Hongmen shouted loudly, when he was divided into two sections, he almost shot at Wang Chan with the faint blue light, and there were more than 20 bullets in different directions on his front side.

They are all large-caliber anti-material sniper rifles equipped with silencers.

With the promise and compromise of the old man in the daytime, the power of the Lin family shrank sharply in just half a day. Although it is impossible to mobilize the military and police forces in the capital, there are still many elite mercenaries in their family. Everyone is one of the top international mercenaries!

Although the bullets fired by these people can never be compared with the Shushan sword fairy hidden in the dark, in the night, according to different situations, seize any small opportunity to aim at the target and shoot decisively. Such a sniper is also first-class in the military system of major countries.

That is to say, at the moment when Wang Chan killed the ancestor of Hongmen, he was not only assassinated by a sword fairy who was almost the same level as him, but also more than 20 world-class super snipers stared at him and besieged.

In an instant! Sword immortals, mortals, magical power, martial arts, firearms, flying swords, unprecedented gathering together, resulting in the most fierce and thrilling collision! The person who can deal with the sword fairy can only be another sword fairy, which is also the reason why Hong Tianjing's face showed that strange smile and was satisfied when he died.

However, at the critical time of life and death, Wang Chan finally showed his true immortality, the strength of a land immortal. The sword he stabbed suddenly took it, and two Taibai sword pills wrapped around his body, like a bright moon hanging in the sky! While strangling all the bullets in one hundred thousandth of a second, he shook his hands in the air and pumped out the big gun of the ancestor of Hongmen in his hand.

It was too late. At that time, I saw that the blue light had arrived near, breaking through the sword spirit and jingling. The gun was like flying from the sky. With a bang, it stopped the waist on the blue sword light.

It can't be sent in between, and it's a great time!

Even in this moment, Wang Chan deeply felt how powerful the power was contained in this sword light. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows, through a thin layer of sword light, was forced to feel pain by the sword spirit of this flying sword.

What a flying sword! This is the second sword fairy magic weapon that Wang Chan has seen so far, except for Ye Tianshi's flying dragon sword, but there is no doubt that the quality of the sword wrapped in this cyan sword light is far above Ye Tianshi's flying dragon sword. Even compared with Wang Chan's ancient famous swordfish intestine sword to make swords into pills, the two Taibai sword balls made of two Taibai essences are not bad.

If not, in a hurry, this sword will not force Wang Chan into a cold sweat.

The next moment, the sword spirit is clear, just like a phoenix singing for nine days. The sword was shining all over the sky, and the blue light flowed. When Wang Chan was shot, he only felt a fierce shock in his hand. Unexpectedly, his whole body was crushed from the sky to the ground by this huge anti-shock force. However, at the same time, the flying sword that collided head-on with Wang Chan's big gun also made a long sound, as if it were a painful bird. There was a sense of sadness in the voice, but it also slipped around and fell into the dark buildings behind him and disappeared.

In fact, when Wang Chan came, he had long guessed that there would be a strong ambush here. After all, the Lin family was not an ordinary family. At the critical moment of life and death, why didn't they resist with all their strength? It's just that he didn't expect that in this world, there would be people in this world who would silently restrain all his breath when they wanted to kill him, so that he could not be aware of it at all. There is nothing to avoid danger if you don't see it. The golden wind doesn't move the cicadas, and there is no sign at all!!

Fortunately, although this person is powerful, he may not be better than himself. When he comes from the west with a sword, he always shows a little horse's feet, and the sword light has not completely converged!

"This is the real sword fairy! In the morning, the mountains and the evenings are green, and the green snakes in the sleeves are bold. If he didn't hit with one blow, he immediately went away and waited for the next time to come back. This man is full of ancient style and has no verbs at all!"

After Wang Chan dodged, he couldn't help exuding with admiration. Only then did he know that in the land of China, crouching tigers and hidden dragons, he was not the only one who could form Neidan and stand on the peak of everyone.

"It's a pity that you and I are strangers, otherwise, I hope to go to the land of Bashu and have a trip! It seems that if I want to take revenge, I have to have a fight with you first!" Wang Chan's voice was sent out from afar. Although the voice was not big, it condensed into a line. The wind could not be blown away and spread all the way to the darkness. Then there seemed to be a sigh in the distance. It came faintly, and there was no sound again.

Papa!

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His feet fell to the ground, and in less than a moment, there was a rapid and subtle gunshot from hundreds of meters away. The twenty snipers, although they saw Wang Chan surrounded by white light outside, all their bullets could not hurt him, and their hearts were simply incomparable. For a moment, they kept pulling and pulling the wrench. Machine, instinctive shooting.

But at this time, Wang Chan had already stepped forward. The distance of a few hundred meters came in the blink of an eye. His eyes, which had been narrowed, suddenly opened! The seven-killing blood knife came out, and a large rolling knife between the internal organs immediately rushed out of more than 20 lanes. The red light swam away, scattered, and sneered through the air. Unexpectedly, it was a brain that killed more than 20 directions and gave a knife to the snipers who were almost numb in the dark.

These ordinary people can't resist. As soon as they got a knife, they didn't even have time to scream. Together with the sniper rifle in their hands, they were divided into two halves, lying on the ground and couldn't stand up any more.

A few more steps forward, looking up, I saw a plaque on the green brick gate building in front of me, with gold characters on a blue background, and five large words "Zijian Baiyun Guan" from left to right. I couldn't help but be stunned at first, and then smiled.

This Baiyun Temple is originally one of the ten-way jungle palaces of the Quanzhen School of Taoism, and it is also the ancestral court of the Quanzhen Dragon Sect created by Qiu Chuji. Wang Chan came down the mountain, and everything that happened to him seemed to have a direct or indirect relationship with Quanzhen Taoism. At least the seven heavenly stones in his hand now are the treasures that the Eight-Native Alliance plundered from here more than a hundred years ago.

The dragon Taoist once said when he was dying that there was a big secret in the Tiangan stone. Unfortunately, he understood it all his life, but there was no result. Unexpectedly, this time, Wang Chan chased and killed his enemy to the door of Bai Yun Guan.

Of course, the Baiyun View at this time is of course very different from the past. The Taoist system of Quanzhen Longmen has long been transferred to Wudang Mountain. What is left here is only a memorable empty shell. Although there are Taoist hosts in it, it is only ordinary people.

Since Ye Tianshi died, there are no masters here at all.

He sighed in his heart. Wang Chan stepped into the white cloud view and saw the shadows everywhere longing. In the dark, he didn't know how many mercenaries of the Lin family were hidden, fully armed and ready.

Seeing Wang Chan, they shot one after another. Fortunately, the Lin family did not dare to make too much noise in Beijing. They were equipped with silencers on their guns, so although so many people shot, their voices were connected, and they would not disturb others in their sleep. For a big family like the Lin family, although Wang Chan is terrible, he is definitely not as powerful as the state machine. Even if Wang Chan is a real immortal, it is possible to engage in a confrontation. As long as the method is right, it may not be able to kill him, but the state machine is extremely huge. Once they exceed the due boundaries and cause a bad impact in the capital, then even if the Lin family finally wins Wang Chan and can be preserved, the next The scene must be doomed.

After all, they are still different from Wang Chan. Wang Chan can act without scruples, but they definitely can't. Of course, this is also to look at the final degree. If Wang Chan really can't resist, the whole door will be killed, and all the scruples will matter.

Fight for your life, these people can also be lifeless and fierce.

However, Wang Chan didn't care about these people at all at this time. He just followed a trace of induction in his mind and walked along the road of Taoist temple. However, there were those who dared to stop them and did not use flying swords. In the distance, a seven-killing knife was split into two halves, and when he was close, he was stabbed to death with one shot.

As for the bullets shot from all directions, they were crushed by his sword light and could not even get close to him.

Going further, I suddenly saw a group of people surrounded by an extraordinary middle-aged man, retreating to the back garden. Looking far away, Wang Chan found that this man's facial features were somewhat similar to that of Mr. Lin Yuanfang, who died under him. He knew that this person must be the direct lineage of the Lin family.

At the moment, he took three steps in a row and brought him closer in an instant. He only swept the big gun in his hand and swept thousands of troops. He immediately found that something was wrong and swept out more than a dozen mercenaries who came forward. His big gun is more than two feet long in the head alone. Under one sweep, the gun is bright. No matter what rebound clothes these people are wearing, they are shot in two at one shot, and they can't die again.

Looking at the middle-aged man at the back, he was also very agile. Unexpectedly, he felt the danger in the blink of an eye. His body shrank back, which could avoid Wang Chan's shot. Then he took out the gun with his backhand and was about to shoot, but he was stabbed by Wang Chan. He was stabbed with a shot, and his hands were all twisted, and the blood was like spraying. The spring-like shot out.

His wrist was twisted. The middle-aged man only felt black in pain in front of his eyes. He suddenly rolled on the ground and ran back. But just a second after he rushed out, Wang Chan seemed to be idle. He stretched out his big gun, like an iron brazier in a mutton kebab. He poked through the man's pipa bone with one shot and picked up half empty with one hand.

Then he threw the man to the ground and pointed the gun on the man's throat: "Are you from the Lin family? I'll go to Lin Zhendong later.

"You dream...!" In a blink of an eye, the middle-aged man's hand was broken, and a big hole was broken in his shoulder. The blood flowed, and he almost fainted in pain, but his eyes stared at Wang Chan's face and clenched his teeth: "Caught by you, do I still want to live? Besides, you have killed my son. I can't wait to eat your meat. How can I lead the way for you...?"

"Are you Lin Yuanfang's father?" Wang Chan frowned.

"Since you can find this place, Zhenshan will definitely not survive. In the past, everything against you was planned by him. If you kill him, you will be angry and revenge. Why don't you give up and kill him all! In this way, you won't have a good end in the future!" Being held in the throat by Wang Chan with a big gun, the middle-aged man's eyes turned, and he still wanted to encourage a three-inch tongue to stabilize Wang Chan, and was thinking about how to get out.

But Wang Chan might as well squinted his eyes and thought about it. With a click of force, the big gun penetrated into the ground and nailed the man to the ground. This man did not expect that Wang Chan would kill people if he said he would kill people. In advance, he didn't even have any signs. He was pierced, his breathing was not smooth, his head was crooked, and his two thighs were kicked hard. Then he was picked up by Wang Chan with a shot and smashed out. Several mercenaries more than 30 meters away broke their muscles and bones and fell down. 4200 At this time, in the white cloud view, the sound of gunfire was sparse. Most people could not afford any desperate thoughts in the face of Wang Chan, a demon-like monster. Seeing that Wang Zen ignored them and only walked all the way forward, many mercenaries retreated by themselves.

It's a joke to fight with a person who can't even be killed by a gun! After all, they are just mercenaries trained by the Lin family, far from the dead who could go through fire and water for their master in the past.

"If you don't show me the way, I also know where they are hiding?"

As soon as he stopped, Wang Chan suddenly closed his eyes. A few seconds later, he suddenly looked up to the west. His eyes seemed to pass through the obstacles of the courtyard wall in an instant, and he saw a Taoist in blue sitting on a futon in a hall, and a gloomy old man beside him.

At the same time, the Taoist in the hall also opened his eyes, and his bright eyes seemed to be just in line with Wang Chan's eyes.

Although the two people are still far away, this moment is a spiritual handover, close at hand, and the eyes of both sides are locked on each other through many obstacles.

Suddenly, the air machine in the void moved, and a gust of wind rolled up on the flat ground in the white clouds. The trees fluttered everywhere, and the dead branches and leaves on the ground all flew into the sky.

At this time, the gloomy old man in the hall also felt the abnormality of the atmosphere at the first time. It seemed that there was a bunch of eyes that could not escape in the dark, which had locked him, making his persevering heart tremble, giving birth to a cavity of fear that had never been before. He quickly calmed down and took two deep breaths of the cold night wind. When he was about to speak, the old man suddenly stopped.

Because in this moment, he found that there was a person standing in the middle of the empty courtyard in front of the hall. This man, dressed in a white special combat uniform, looks like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old college student. He carries a big gun more than ten feet in one hand, and there are two white lights like living creatures around him.

In the night wind, he only stood there, but the strong wind in the yard immediately stopped.

"This Taoist priest has come from afar. Why do you have to prevent disasters and show up for others? I remember that the rules of the Qingcheng and Shushan school are to avoid the world and focus on the road. Why do Taoist immortal-like figures have to bend their waists for secular dignitaries?

Wang Chan's eyes gently swept through the hall, as if he had regarded the gloomy old man as air, and only said a word to the Taoist in Qingyi who was crossing his knees.

"Time and life, this is all God's will!"

(to be continued)