Although the Qingxia has collapsed, the mouth of the gorge is still relatively smooth and quite spacious, but it is blocked by countless huge rocks not far inside, like a terrifying iron wall.

Hundreds of heavy cavalry came from the south, the purpose was to use the terrifying impact to directly push those academy disciples to death, and in such a terrain, even if they succeeded, it was impossible to have any luck.

Therefore, these heavy cavalry were ready to die, and although their faces under their helmets became a little pale as they watched their companions in front of them fall to the ground, they still gritted their teeth and continued to rush forward.

It didn't take long for the field outside the exit of Qingxia to fall on the field, the black pressure fell, the horses neighed, the seriously injured heavy cavalry struggled to stand up, but couldn't, the scene looked extremely bloody and miserable, only dragged in the last dozens of horsemen to determine the failure of the charge, extremely difficult to detour and retreat.

In the joint military camp of the Xiling Temple in the south, the autumn breeze blew lightly on the gods, and the great priest of the Heavenly Oracle stopped the sound of chanting the teachings, looked at the direction of Qingxia, the old man's face showed extremely complicated emotions, and sighed: "The sound and rhythm are the last way, even if the two of you cultivate to the realm of knowing fate, you can't see the end of the heavenly way, why bother?"

The voice of the Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle sounded at the exit of the Qingxia.

Beigong Weiyang understood the meaning of this sentence, looked at the south and said: "There are thousands of methods in the world are all Taos, and cultivating the music law is the way of cultivating the heavens, but the music is not used for fighting, but for experience, what is the difference between playing the piano in the realm of knowing fate and playing the piano in an ordinary person? I thought that the divine seat was a graceful person, but I didn't want to even understand this truth." ”

When he was talking to the Great Priest of Heavenly Oracle, no one paid attention to it at the mouth of Qingxia, and they were all quietly doing their own things, the seventh senior sister was dividing the line, and the fourth senior brother was holding the sand table and directing the sixth senior brother to insert something.

Of course, the coalition forces of the Xiling Temple would not give them any chance to rest, and when the heavy cavalry charge was frustrated, there were already countless cavalry archers who covered the formation, galloped towards the Qingxia for a distance, and then pulled their bows and arrows.

Only a military order could be heard, and countless hardwood bowstrings buzzed. I don't know how many feather arrows left the string, with a terrible sound of breaking the air, straight into the blue sky, as if to shoot through that sky.

Countless feathered arrows reached their highest point in the air, and then began to fall, and the terrible sound of breaking the air became more and more sharp and terrifying, and finally turned into a dark and violent rain of arrows. Fall towards the mouth of the Qingxia.

The second senior brother stood in front of the formation. Looking at the dense feathered arrows falling like rain, he had no intention of dodging at all, and only reached out to put down his visor. With a crisp thud of metal, armor obscured all of his body.

Dangdang dang dang, a series of crisp or dull arrow strikes. Continuously, even almost at the same time!

There were at least twenty feathered arrows, which accurately hit his body.

The sharp arrow cluster, with great speed and power, spun and made fierce contact with the armor on his body, but at this moment, about three hairs below the surface of the armor, a faint light emanated, and the dense and complex runes activated, summoning the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi at the Qingxia. The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi armor that turned into a martial arts cultivator with a similar body surface covered the outer layer of the metal armor.

An ear-souring grinding sound sounded.

The arrow clusters of those feather arrows were abnormally sharp, but even the outermost protective layer of heaven and earth vitality could not be pierced, and the huge impact force was finally transmitted to the arrow shaft, and some of the more than twenty feather arrows were broken from it, and some were bent and deformed. Falling powerlessly on the ground in front of the second senior brother, it was like a useless straw.

The second senior brother stood still like a mountain.

The long-range arrow attack was basically a covering blow, so compared to the second senior brother who was hit by more than 20 arrows, the arrow rain endured by the academy disciples was more dense and majestic and terrifying.

And when the Xiling Temple coalition army shot countless arrows. Just after leaving the bowstring, it turned into a dense little black dot in the sky. The disciples of the academy moved in advance.

Under the command of the fourth senior brother, the sixth senior brother inserted more than a dozen metal poles in the ground within a radius of more than ten zhang, and the bottom of each metal pole was tied with a red line.

The threads lay haphazardly on the ground, tied in knots in the middle, and tied to each person's ankles, leaving two threads. One end is on the embroidery needle of the seventh senior sister. The other head was tied around the waist of the second senior brother.

The rain of arrows was coming, the sixth senior brother looked up at the sky, the expression on his face that had been blackened by the fire all the year round remained unchanged, and his right hand, which was particularly thick because of swinging the hammer, shook forward, only to see a scroll of things open from his hand, swinging from east to west like a wave, and instantly spread out on the dozen or so metal rods.

The color of the scroll felt like metal, but it was so thin and tough that it could be rolled up like a quilt, and the spring under the edge of the metal sheet automatically connected to the metal rod and then buckled to death.

A crisp sound, and a metal cloth tent appeared outside the Qingxia, more than ten zhang square, covering the bodies of all the academy disciples except for the second senior brother, and sprinkled a green glow.

At this moment, the rain of arrows also arrived.

Burst and burst, a dense and dull crash sounded above the heads of the academy disciples, like more than a hundred of the best drummers, the most presumptuous beating on the tight drum surface.

Not a single feathered arrow could pierce the metal canopy.

Even if that piece of metal looks so thin, so soft, like paper.

Beigong Weiyang is tuning the piano, Ximen is not confused in the film, Wang Zhi is decocting medicine, the fourth senior brother is designing new things, and the sixth senior brother is lighting the stove, letting the arrows fall like rain, quiet as usual.

They seem to be still in the mountains behind the academy, listening to the rain and concentrating on their own things.

Only the seventh senior sister frowned slightly, looking at the embroidered cloth without saying a word.

Because the end of the thread is on her needle.

The surface of the metal canopy was also covered with an extremely thin but extremely condensed layer of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, like the best defensive armor, bouncing off all the feathered arrows that fell.

It's a array.

The metal rod and the red thread tied to the ankles of the crowd gradually floated up, then became a little tighter.

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The rain of arrows was majestic, and the disciples of the academy sat in peace.

The second senior brother stood in the rain, like a silent mountain.

Looking at this scene, in the allied military camp of Xiling Temple, I don't know how many people were in a desperate mood.

But there are also many people who have already guessed this result - if the academy has no way to deal with the rain of arrows and heavy cavalry, then why should they face the mighty temple army?

Just when the attention of countless people was attracted by the rain of arrows, six swordsmen in simple clothes left the quiet carriage in the coalition camp and walked towards Qingxia.

The swordsman who walked in the middle was led by someone to walk, but he was not bad at walking, he had a strip of cloth over his eyes, which should be bad for seeing.

After a rain of arrows, the six swordsmen crossed the cavalry camp. Walking not far in front of Qingxia, he slowly stopped, and the blind swordsman among them, who was pointed out by his companion, waved his hand at the second senior brother.

The second senior brother lifted his face armor, revealing an indifferent expression, looked at the blind swordsman and said, "Your eyes were destroyed by my academy, and it is for Brother Ling's face to let you go back to the Sword Pavilion." Don't thank me. ”

The blind swordsman. It was Liu Yiqing, the master of the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion who was blind after Ning Que broke through the cliff, and it was also the younger brother of the sword saint Liu Bai, who was once a proud and conceited kendo master. After being sent back to the Sword Pavilion, thinking about the fiasco at the side gate of the academy, the temperament and temperament of the whole person were greatly improved. Instead of stopping his practice, he successfully entered the realm of knowing his fate last spring!

Liu Yiqing couldn't see, listened to the voice to determine the location of the second senior brother, and said calmly: "Mr. Yiqing Xie Er is not because of the old thing, but Mr. Xie Er gives the six of us senior brothers a chance to make a move." ”

He said this very sincerely, because it was the truth.

The cultivator's ability and range to control the flying sword were directly proportional to his own cultivation realm, although the strength of these six second-generation disciples of the Sword Pavilion was strong. But where can it be compared with the second senior brother.

When they walked towards Qingxia before, the second senior brother could have struck in advance and cut them under the iron sword, and they couldn't even find a chance to fight back.

"I'm just curious why Mr. Liu Bai let you fight. ”

The second senior brother looked at the quiet carriage in the coalition camp and said slowly.

Liu Yiqing said: "Dean Chunshi, his old man borrowed the sword of my Sword Pavilion, and my brother is deeply honored. But I can't help but feel a little regretful, since then, the sword of the world has been unused. After thinking hard, I asked the six of us to practice a sword formation to remember the former sages. This time, I would like to invite Mr. Two to taste it. ”

Hearing this, the second senior brother's eyes lit up slightly. said, "Yes." ”

Liu Yiqing said: "Thank you." ”

After that, Liu Yiqing and the other six Sword Pavilion disciples drew their swords out of their sheaths.

The disciple of the Sword Pavilion, the great river sword path of Liu Bai, the most particular thing is the one foot in front of him, so it is different from any swordsmanship sect in the world, he is not famous for flying swords, but moves forward with a sword.

In the past years, what Jun Mo admired most about Liu Bai was his sword and the wisdom of the sword, and at this time, he would naturally not feel strange when he saw these Sword Pavilion disciples draw their swords out of their sheaths.

Unexpectedly, after Liu Yiqing and the other six Sword Pavilion disciples drew their swords out of their sheaths, they did not move forward with their swords.

They pinched the sword trick in their hands, and in the sound of the clear whistle, six cold swords broke through the air, and in the air in front of Qingxia, countless afterimages appeared, which instantly condensed into a sword and stabbed out!

In the spring, the master stretched out his hand to the south, thousands of miles away, borrowed the sword in the ancient pool of the Sword Pavilion, beheaded the god general of the Haotian Divine Kingdom, and cut off the dragon head of the golden dragon.

After that time, the sword was no longer an ordinary sword, but a real human sword.

Even Liu Bai could no longer use that sword.

Liu Bai pondered for countless days and nights, and finally confirmed that if there was no master, it would be impossible for anyone to use the sword of the world with his own strength, so he chose another path.

He gathered six of the best Sword Pavilion disciples and practiced a sword formation.

Gather the power of several people and cast a sword.

Liu Bai knew very well that even if he gathered the strength of all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, it would be impossible to cast the master's sword.

But he didn't want much, as long as he could have the shape of the fur and the slightest sword intent of that sword, it would be enough.

One thousandth of the sword of the world is enough to sweep the world.

This is the sword outside the Qingxia at this time.

Looking at the sword that broke through the sky, the second senior brother praised: "Good sword." ”

He thrust the iron sword in his hand into the field in front of him.

In the face of such a powerful sword, he didn't seem to be ready to use the sword.

What is he going to do?

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(Bai Haixin is from the Southern Jin Dynasty, not from Yanguo, I wrote it wrong, I have a bad brain, I am a little troublesome, I went to the hospital yesterday, and my friends knew that I was really sick, instead of making excuses, I was sorry to say sorry, sigh, I will take care of my body as soon as possible.) ）

(To be continued)