"Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Three, Return"

On the school field of Little Mengcheng.

A parasol blocks the blazing sun. Zhang Hu and Zhao Lei were lying on a bamboo couch on all fours, with a plate of braised wild boar ears in their left hand and a delicate red copper wine jug in their right hand.

On the school field on the side, smoke and dust were flying, and thousands of city guard soldiers were being drilled by Hu Wei in embarrassment.

And Lu Chengfeng successfully got the position of acting city guard, and Zhao Hu took over the position of acting officer. Since he has become a substitute officer, of course Zhao Hu has to show a little ability. For the generals who have fought bloody battles, it is really easy for the entire recruit training camp to reformulate a new military system and military discipline, and there is no difficulty at all.

With nearly 30,000 elite soldiers, this force can already make Lu Chengfeng's weight heavy. So these days, Lu Chengfeng is full of spring breeze, wholeheartedly pounced on the affairs of Xiaomengcheng, and personally handled everything in detail, striving to develop Xiaomengcheng into a stronger and more prosperous city. This is Lu Chengfeng's first foundation, and it is also the key to whether he can return to the capital.

And at this moment, Baili Lonely, but he embarked on the road of retreat, he needed an absolutely safe place, he wanted to wait for Lu Chengfeng to go to Beijing to make plans, but the plan could not catch up with the changes, with the continuous reduction of the dantian sword yuan, the power of space became more and more uncontrollable, and there was a possibility of eruption at any time.

Mengshan Mountain Range, primitive and desolate, fierce beasts and poisonous insects are raging, in less than a hundred miles away, Baili Lonely has encountered no less than a hundred attacks, at this moment looking at the dead python shook his head, although these attacks are nothing to him, but this constant attack makes him very irritable.

Hundred miles of silence violently, agitating the body, exuding the aura of desolation, which comes from, the origin of the holy beast of the "Four Elephant Barbarian Body", in an instant, the mountains are silent, and all beasts surrender.

Half a month later, on a lonely peak, Baili Lonely sat cross-legged on the stone of a cave, urging the soul sword to hit the tombstone violently, dead silence, the soul sword became thinner and thinner, at this moment Baili Lonely, his face was as pale as paper, and there was blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, the pain of the soul made his resolute face, unusually distorted, but the tombstone was still the same, the water level of the sea continued to fall, the impact was still continuing, around the mountain, there was not even a sound of insects, and everything was silent.

The uninterrupted impact of three days and three nights has made Baili Lonely have withered and hovered on the verge of life and death, but he knows that at this moment, there is only hope if he is desperate, and now he can't stop, and the ensuing consequence is that Baili Lone's suppression of the power of space has completely disappeared, and the power of space that has lost its restraint is like a wild horse, frantically hitting the barrier of Zhihai, and the sword pattern barrier broke the support of the soul sea, and there was a crack in the Dao, and then it collapsed.

At the moment of life and death, suddenly, the life sword that had been silent, as if feeling the hundred miles of silence hanging by a thread, Meng's shock, rushed out of the dantian qi sea, against the current, like a divine sword that broke the sky, with an unstoppable time, towards the sea of knowledge angrily, just at the moment when the sea of knowledge was about to be destroyed, the sword soul sword that arrived fused and crashed into the tombstone, "boom" !!!

The sleeping tombstone, as if a sweet dream was disturbed, moved his eyelids slightly, and in an instant, a gray light swept out, and the sea of knowledge, which was about to be ravaged by the power of space, was frozen in an instant, Jian Yuan paused, the blood paused, the time and space of the mountain peak where he was located paused, everything paused, and as the ash spread outward, everywhere he went, everything paused, and the power of space collapsed and dissipated the moment the ash swept over. The Hundred Mile Mountains turned into nothingness.

I don't know how long it took, the coma of Baili Lonely woke up, opened his eyes, a little confused and confused, with the loss of time, slowly got focus, looking at the Baili barren, as if remembering before, he hurriedly got up, looked inward for the first time, only to see that the power of space that had been entrenched disappeared, and everything returned to the origin of entering this small world.

Baili Lonely Inner Look, it was found that whether it was the golden pill in the dantian qi sea, or the meridian and Dao knot, the more and more flawless, as if reborn from the fire, the barrier of the sea of knowledge was newly combed, the sword pattern flowed, and it became more and more mysterious, the soul sword exuded a scorching light, the sword intent was greatly improved, the destruction reached eighty percent, and the immortality also reached about forty percent and five.

Three months later, Baili Lin returned to the earthly city of Mengcheng, still the gray shirt and shoes, looking at the lively streets, there is a sense of the aftermath of the catastrophe, this is his cultivation into the six hundred years has not been, no matter before hovering on the edge of life and death, is calmly faced, I don't know why this time there will be such a feeling, he shook his head, maybe because of his hometown.

A restaurant, three floors, leaning against the window, looking at the bustling flow of people downstairs, at this moment suddenly there was a commotion on the street, some people ran wildly, some people screamed, and there were cattle screaming in panic.

I saw on the street, a team of wolf-like fierce guards were holding a long whip made of steel wire, frantically whipping pedestrians and pack beasts on the road, and rushed over.

Behind this team of guards, an old man in a big red robe with a strange face was screaming and screaming: "Little Junhou chariot, who dares not to give way? Kill them, kill them all!"

In front of a shop on the side of the road, two children with pigtails were standing at the door and playing. The crowd on the street was chaotic, and the two children were squeezed to the ground on the spot and taken out a few steps away by the crowd. Seeing that if the flow of people does not calm down, these two little babies will be trampled to death.

A hint of coldness flashed in Baili Lone's eyes, and he jumped down in the air, pushed aside a few men who were running in a panic, and reached out to grab the two frightened little babies. Strode to the door of the store where the two little babies were playing just now, handed them to a middle-aged woman crying in the store, and turned around and stood in the middle of the street.

There was a crisp sound, and the soft whip of the first goose egg-thick wire was whipped down. Looking at that posture, the big man who wielded the whip really wanted to kill Baili Lone. Not to mention a human head, it is a mountain rock, which can be shattered by a blow from this special whip.

Baili Lin raised his hand and waved, and the long whip reflected like the other party, more fierce than when he came, and with a jump, he saw that the man on the opposite side had been split in half by the whip in his hand, and blood was sprinkled all over the street.

The guards behind who were triumphantly whipping passers-by stopped their hands and looked at them angrily.

The old man in the red robe was so angry that he trembled, he rode up quickly, pointed at Baili Lone's nose and scolded angrily: "Where did you come from?