(PS: Make up for yesterday's one.) Today's update is in the evening. ）

The Dayan Empire has two imperial cities, and naturally there are also two moats.

Dujiangyan and the clear water river outside the Hangu Pass that leads directly to the imperial capital Bailoumen form a vertical and horizontal interchange, and the two giant rivers are still and moving, like a cross, dividing the vast and boundless territory of the Dayan Empire into four territories, and Bailoumen and Jiangdu City are diagonally located in these four territories.

Dujiangyan is turbulent from west to east, rolling like a flood.

Especially at the section of the 3,000-foot sword wall of the Broken River, the waves crash on the shore, and the splashes of water splashing in the sky are like sweeping thousands of piles of snow, which is extremely spectacular.

And this thousand-foot sword wall has a great background.

As the leader of the world's swordsmanship, the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, the founder of the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun Mountain, is said to have sat on the top of this sword wall countless years ago and realized the peerless swordsmanship. The latter sword cut off the sword wall and planted Kunlun Mountain for 6,000 feet, and then there was the sword pavilion that has not fallen for thousands of years.

It is even rumored that this original 9,000-foot sword wall was created by the troubled world 10,000 years ago. It's just that the history is too long, and the rumors have been smoothed out and embellished in the years, and there are only so few sentences left, and the specific truth is unknown to future generations.

As for the sword intent left by the Sword Pavilion Ancestor before he realized the peerless sword path, and after a sword slashed the sword wall for 6,000 feet, it was also washed away by the river in this thousand years, and there was not much left. Only then did it gradually become unknown to the world, and the name of the three-thousand-foot sword wall was also covered by the dazzling dazzle of the Sword Pavilion Holy Land.

Luo Changfeng swept to the three-thousand-foot sword wall and fell into the clouds, side by side with An Hongdou in red armor and red robe.

His appearance was unexpected by An Hongdou, but the latter was relieved. Today, it is difficult to know the life and death of the white-clothed Luo Bing's revenge, and the enemy is currently there, and he has no time to think too much.

She only said one sentence: "This is my business, and General Ben does not want others to interfere." ”

Luo Changfeng stared at An Hongdou's heroic side face in surprise. I thought about what kind of woman she was, she was heroic and majestic when she wore red armor, and she was stunning when she wore red.

He glanced at the pitch-black sword box that An Hongdou was carrying.

Although Luo Changfeng's sword cultivation is ordinary, except for the inexhaustible use of tens of thousands of ancient famous swords in the Huanhua Sword Washing Sword Diagram, there is no attainment in the sword, but he can also vaguely feel the fierce sword intent faintly flowing out of the pitch-black sword box.

He helplessly spread his hands: "I don't want to go back with your corpse." ”

A touch of softness flashed in An Hongdou's eyes: "I'm here to take revenge, not to die." ”

Luo Changfeng said bluntly: "You'd better know who your opponent is, one of the Ten Heavenly Manifestation Saints, the Great Joy Bodhisattva, even if he seems to be injured, it is not something that you can despise in the upper realm of spiritual cultivation." An Hongdou stopped talking.

She just stared ahead.

Jiangdu City was defeated in a battle under the chess sword Shuangjia Taibai Sword, the Great Joy Bodhisattva was like a meteorite outside the sky and fell to the top of the sword wall. The three-thousand-foot sword wall trembled slightly, and countless large and small gravels rolled down and smashed into Dujiangyan. There is a cold wind sweeping around, and the grass and trees on the top of the mountain all bow their heads, and the sky is flying sadly.

"Who is coming, who dares to block the way of this seat?"

The Great Joy Bodhisattva, who is like a mountain, was born with a joyful appearance that looks harmless to humans and animals, and is covered in golden light, which at first glance looks like the Maitreya Buddha recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.

However, the skull beads hanging on Xiang are extremely terrifying.

Outside the Jiangdu City, he fought with Li Taibai, a chess and sword double-armor, and he was defeated and fled, and his evil spirit had not yet dissipated, and now he encountered obstacles halfway, and under that happy face, An Hongdou, who was sneering at the cultivation of the upper realm of the spiritual aperture, did not know whether he was alive or dead.

An Hongdou smiled sadly: "You don't know me." But should, be able to remember it!"

An Hongdou and guided the sword.

"Shine brightly. ”

Behind the pitch-black sword box, there was a glow in the sky.

A scorching white glow shot into the clouds and then dispersed in the gloomy sky. Suddenly, a blazing sun seemed to emerge from the clouds, and hundreds of beams of scorching sunlight flew down.

The Bodhisattva with a happy face looked at the dense streamer beams that fell like rain, and his mind seemed to think of an ant that had trampled to death a few years ago.

The white-clothed Luo Bing is a well-deserved generation of Junyan.

But at that time, he was not very famous, just a fledgling swordsman. For the Great Joy Bodhisattva, one of the ten heavenly manifestations, it is still tantamount to an ant.

Such a big man doesn't need to remember every ant he stepped on.

But when he met the young swordsman that year, he was very impressed. Especially the white-clothed red horse, with thirteen swords hanging on the horse's back.

But it's a pity that even if those thirteen swords survive to this day, they are still broken swords that do nothing.

The Bodhisattva of Great Joy smiled and said, "This shines brightly, not the other shines." ”

The voice fell, and the golden light rose all over his body.

The mountain-shaped body suddenly appeared with a layer of King Kong complexion.

The Bodhisattva of Joy folded his hands and remained unmoved, allowing the streamer beam to fall all over his body.

An Hongdou was as calm as ever.

The Great Joy Bodhisattva, who can rank among the Ten Heavenly Manifestations, even if he is seriously injured, is also an out-and-out Venerable at the peak of the Tribulation Realm, how could it be that the white-clothed Luo Bing left a broken sword that can be killed?

"Guanyun. ”

The black sword case flew out of the second broken sword.

A hundred zhang of horizontal light pierced through the clouds, and then slashed down towards the three-thousand-foot sword wall below.

Luo Changfeng, who was silently watching the sword through the clouds, was shocked in his heart. He thought that if this sword was slashed at him, his body would definitely be separated.

But the Bodhisattva of Joy still stood there calmly.

The sword light swept across the broken sword and slashed down his forehead.

From head to toe.

Then cut into the three-thousand-foot sword wall.

This sword went deep into the sword wall, reaching more than a thousand feet, and the sword light shook the Dujiangyan River below.

The Great Joy Bodhisattva twisted the skull on his neck: "This seat has already cultivated to the Vajra body. You'd better leave as soon as possible, and when the murderous intent in this seat gradually rises, it will be too late to regret it. ”

An Hongdou frowned slightly.

"The slanting sun. ”

"Extinguish the candles. ”

"Treading the snow. ”

Three swords come out together.

A trace of the remnant sun appeared in the gloomy sky, and the remnant sun shone obliquely, and then disappeared again, like a candle flame extinguished by the wind.

The sky is dark.

There are goose feathers and heavy snow falling.

That year, the red horse fell under the imperial city.

An Hongdou picked up thirteen broken swords.

She has her own talent in swordsmanship, and she has been recalling the battle with the white-clothed Luo Bing for several years. Recalling that in the First World War, each sword only made one move, and the sword was no longer reused.

The emperor lived up to his wishes, and An Hongdou finally comprehended the essence of the thirteen swords of the white-clothed Luo Bing.

Today, she does not defend herself against the enemy with a delicate sword.

Today's she is not An Hongdou.

She is Luo Bingwang.

She only used these thirteen broken swords to kill the Great Joy Bodhisattva, and the thirteen swords were exhausted, no matter what the outcome was, she had no regrets.

An Hongdou, who used the wind and snow and the remnant sun as his sword, kept climbing the sword intent around his body.

The wind is blowing.

Dujiangyan is like the dragon king's mind.

The terrifying waves crashed wildly against the three-thousand-foot sword wall. One wave never receded, and another wave ascended again.

Luo Changfeng, who was already dressed in white standing in the snow, even had the illusion of being in a trance.

It was as if the three-thousand-foot sword wall under his feet was about to be washed down by the waves. He looked at An Hongdou, or Luo Bingwang, who had a consistent expression.

An Hongdou's eyes flashed with joy.

She never believed that there was a real Vajra indestructible body in this world.

All she knew was that if one sword didn't work, then another one.

She has thirteen broken swords, and she can't pierce them with drops of stone if she doesn't believe it.

"Shine through the clouds and an inch of gray, and the cicada, tiger and warbler cry to lead the river monument. At this time, the sun and snow do not return. ”

All thirteen broken swords came out of the box.

(End of chapter)