The heavens shook again!

Then came an even more terrifying collision, everyone who looked up at the clouds on the ground could see the few vast dàng) qi machines that opened from the dàng), that Song Qinglin's already tall and burly material, at this time, suddenly emitted golden light, becoming a full foot eight feet high.

Guan Chang leaned forward in both hands, holding his sword in both hands, and swept away.

Every sword in the sword formation also roared, following him and rushing towards Song Qinglin, never dying!

This was an incomparably tragic fight, and every blow of Guan Changye's slash was fatal, and Yun Jian could only watch two lightning-like shadows rushing forward and fighting.

The two staggered and stumbled back, and Song Qinglin gulped in the little heaven and earth vitality that was left, allowing his wounds to heal.

Guan Changye left hundreds of large and small sword wounds on him, which looked very terrifying, and Guan Changye had a blood stain on his abdomen, and the rest of the place was still intact, but that almost caused the sword qi in his body to collapse in disorder.

Thousands of long swords shattered into dense metal shards that slowly fell from the clouds.

In the countless collisions between the two sides, Song Qinglin continued to heal his wounds by virtue of his return to life, and Guan Changye's sword array was also mostly destroyed by him, Song Qinglin looked at this Xilin Sword God from afar, who had made him feel feared and invincible.

For masters of these realms, the wounds on the surface of the body can be healed with qi at any time, but it is not so simple to heal the internal injuries, and now it seems that Guan Changye was far more injured than Song Qinglin after receiving that punch.

Song Qinglin's burly body was wrapped with dozens of dragon-like qi machines, and he frantically crashed into the direction of Guan Changye.

Every time this Dao Qi machine collided and fought, it could destroy hundreds of dark purple long swords, and these long swords that were soaked in Guan Changye's sword qi were destroyed extremely quickly under Song Qinglin's attack, and the broken swords fell like rain on the world.

After such an attack, Guan Changye, who had always been in a passive state, suddenly roared, and swept the remaining long swords over with the posture of sword qi rolling into the sky.

At this time, Song Qinglin, who was hit by the earth-shattering sword qi, slipped out more than twenty zhang, and the other party roared and smashed those long swords, and the golden light in the sky suddenly overflowed, and Song Qinglin, who was pierced by the sword qi, panted and watched Guan Changye's movements.

Except for the two swords in his hand, he was now alone.

Guan Changye didn't continue to chase and kill, but just mocked: "Your son was killed by my apprentice, and it will soon be your turn as a traitor, I used to admire you so much, but you still let us all down in the end." ”

Song Qinglin said angrily and stubbornly: "How long do you think the current situation in the west can be maintained? All you have worked hard for is just to make a wedding dress for Yinguo? After I kill you and you, I will also kill the son of Yinguo and Su Changyan, and Lao Tzu will be the emperor himself!"

"Do you think you're going to survive today?"

Guan Changye lifted the ghostly sword, which was stained with shocking pink blood.

Song Qinglin took a deep breath, clenched his hands into fists, all the meridians were revealing an extremely rich golden red, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he said in a deep voice: "I guarantee that you will die under your stupidity." ”

Guan Changye soared and laughed: "If you don't die, you will have a good fight!"

"I promise you'll regret it, because you're not the only one to fight again, and you'll die at the wrath of the gods. ”

Song Qinglin looked uncertainly at the top of the nine heavens.

"The gates of heaven are open, and the eight wildernesses are in town!"

When Song Qinglin said these eight words, the golden thread above the nine heavens was opened!

Above the clouds, the gate of the kingdom of God, the light is dazzling, as if rising from the east.

One by one, the immortals were attracted by the majestic and powerful qi machine, and they floated out of the gate of heaven, intending to make a profit from the fisherman.

Guan Chang looked at these immortals of the past generations with a blank face, the corners of his mouth pulled out sharp lines, and he held the sword in both hands, looking at the heavenly immortals standing in the clouds.

When was the last time he killed an immortal? It seems to have been many years ago, and he killed it with Zhao Xi.

It's really nostalgic.

The man laughed unscrupulously, and his sword aura filled the sky.

Thousands of sword immortals swept out of the gate of heaven and rushed straight to Guan Changye, Guan Changye lifted the sword in his hand, and slashed with a sword!

Under the sword of the sword god in the west, many immortals fell from the clouds one after another, turned into countless luck and floated down to the world, and then were involved in the qi of the town and country in the west.

What about the gates of God's kingdom?

Lao Tzu's sword shatters the gate of heaven!

More immortals rushed out of the gate of heaven, and the sword god roared in the west, slashing immortals with one sword and shattering the door with one sword. ！

With an inexplicable shaking, a Dao crack appeared on the Heavenly Gate, a hundred-foot-high crack appeared from the Heavenly Gate, and the golden gravel mixed with the divine flame slipped from the clouds, roaring and falling towards the world, and was instantly shattered by Guan Changye's sword qi.

The hundred-foot sword qi shattered the gate of heaven.

This person is from the human world.

Guan Changye slashed the immortals with a sword in one go, and the rumbling sound of the sword continued above the clouds, and Song Qinglin roared: "Guan Changye, you should die!"

Hundreds of rays of light appeared above the clouds for a moment, then flashed away.

The immortals were silent.

Chu Xuanzhao was supported by Su Changyan, holding his chest and slowly walking out, looking at the sky, his eyes never moved for a moment.

What is a sword god?

That's it.

......

......

After an hour passed, a green shirt returned to the world with a blood-blurred head, carrying two swords, and was eternal.

A heavenly gate was unimplicitly by him

The sword qi was swept up, and together with those sword immortals who were invited out of the gate of heaven by Song Qinglin, all of them were shattered by him, and turned into pseudo-immortals like lonely souls and wild ghosts, raining down on the world like meteors.

These pseudo-immortals have been cut off by the Xilin Sword God, and now there are only two paths in front of them, one is to find a good person to reincarnate as a human while the Yuan Shen has not yet dispersed, or wait for the qi in the body to be absorbed by the human world, and slowly become an existence smaller than dust, and no one knows where it goes.

It's too late to regret it.

Chu Xianzhao pursed his lips, and the afterglow of the setting sun was obscured by the shape of the sword god.

Why does the sword god in the world need to enter the gate of heaven?

Here is a wisp of legend that makes up the epic of the world.

There are no heroes and beauties, and they come to this world in vain. Without swords and wine, how can we talk about this rivers and lakes.

Chu Xianzhao muttered: "Kill the gods with the power of one person, when will it be the turn of this to be so domineering? Sure enough, our dream when we were children was right, being a swordsman is much more powerful than being an emperor! ”

The young woman nodded emphatically and looked at the city at sunset......

At this time, the big red city is like a golden city.

......

......

Today, Song Qinglin was killed by Guan Changye in the sky above the big red city, and the entire Xilin was shaken, and all the forces in the court were dumbfounded, none of them thought that Song Qinglin, whose strength was so terrible and even extremely human, would end up like this.

Those reckless dragons and snakes who were attached to Song Qinglin in the court, and they lost their backbones, they can't wait to escape from the big red city with their whole families now, but it is the Zhongshu Order that people can't help themselves in the court, begging the empress not to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and give them a chance to the courtiers in the west.

Her Majesty the Empress did not blink an eye, and all the people recorded in the name of the Imperial Emperor were killed and killed, which was enough to see that she did have a unique ability to guard this point of the king.

Guan Changye went directly to Orange Prefecture with Song Qinglin's head, and raised his head high in front of all Song Qinglin's descendants, some people were shocked, some were stunned, and some people who didn't know the height of the sky were clamoring to avenge Song Qinglin.

In the end, he was killed by the Xilin Sword God and turned on his back, and the cavalrymen who hesitated to wait and see were frightened, and they put down their weapons one after another, and knelt on the ground.

In this battle, Guan Changye's strength made everyone shocked and even frightened.

An aging lion is still a lion, and by no means a weak sheep can be compared.

This reborn Xilin Sword God is still a swordsmanship master, which should not be underestimated.

The news quickly spread to the Yinguo court, which was shocking and thought-provoking.

It was not until this moment that the officials of the Yin State and even the Emperor Yin understood that it was once in their eyes

The Xilin Dynasty, which is not worth mentioning, slowly has the backbone to support the dynasty.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, after experiencing today's incident, those powerful ministers who planned to take advantage of the fact that the foundation of the west was not yet firm and planned to fish in troubled waters, under the deterrence of the prince of Yinguo, they also had to restrain their horses' hooves and did not dare to provoke the fire.

From today onwards, everyone knows that Su Changyan dares to directly take Song Qinglin's hard bone in the absence of the Xilin Sword God, instead of specifically picking those shrimp soldiers and crabs to pinch the soft persimmons.

I am afraid that the majesty of this western empress will become unprecedentedly huge.

Anyone who dares to provoke her in the court will end up the same as Song Qinglin.

In the empress's resolute purge action, the entire courtiers of the western court were swept again, and the most heinous people were beheaded all over the house, and people who were imprisoned abounded.

For the empress's approach, the people in the west applauded, and the atmosphere of the entire big red city seemed to be slowly getting better.

When those powerful ministers saw the people, they couldn't wait to pass by them with their heads down, for fear that they would be unhappy and sue the empress and become Su Changyan's focus target.

Lao Zhongshu Ling went to Fengji Palace alone, watched the palace door slowly open, and sighed lowly.

The old man walked up with some difficulty, and he could vaguely see a man waiting for him.

The feeling of the rain frightened him, and the young woman faced him like this, wearing her royal robe and carrying her hands on her back, looking at him with a gaze that was repulsive from a distance of thousands of miles.

Zhongshu Ling stared at her for a while, his wrinkled face became more and more bitter and difficult, and he slowly knelt down and said, "Xilin Zhongshu Ling Chen Frontier, knock to see Her Majesty the Empress." ”

She looked down at the court clothes on the old man, sneered and said slowly: "Do you still remember to kneel down for me, indicating that you still have me as the empress in your eyes, good! good! You are very good......"

The old man didn't feel the slightest annoyance, but said with difficulty: "Your Majesty, Song Qinglin is so rebellious against the Xilin Imperial Court, and builds an army against His Majesty's wishes, for this matter, it is difficult for the old minister to shirk the responsibility, please ...... Your Majesty."

The empress didn't look at this old minister who once made her sincerely admire, but just sneered: "Now I know that I am afraid of death? Yes, who is not afraid of death when people live, even those courtiers who will die with the king at every turn and leave their names in history, are they not afraid of death? And those Qing officials who dig their own graves and are not afraid of the rich and powerful ministers? Are they not afraid of death? Recently, there are hundreds of courtiers who have been thrown into prison by me, all of them crying out in front of me, some of them asking for generous death, and then writing a desperate letter on the wall of the prison, the words written on it are all satirical to me, and it can be regarded as a song and a cry, what about you? If I am going to give you death tonight, if there is anything I want to say, say it now, no matter how ugly it is, I don't blame you. I'm listening!"

The old man slowly raised his head,

With tears streaming down his face, he said in a trembling voice: "Song Qinglin is not a traitor, they just hate iron and steel, we have a last resort, but they definitely don't want to be enemies of Your Majesty! Now too many people hope to see the day when Xilin rises, and I hope that every Xilin people can live with dignity, such a heart......"

Su Changyan unceremoniously interrupted him, "Dignity?!Is there dignity when you assassinate the prince of Yinguo? Is there dignity when you make a rebellion? You always look far away, thinking that you are standing in the highest place, doing the most amazing thing, and I wish that everyone in the world could hear your words, but have you forgotten to look down at the people who are struggling under your feet?!"

The old man's lips moved, and he stopped talking, and Su Changyan raised his voice and said: "Those people in the Song family are stupid fools, but I tell you that even if there is no prince of Yinguo and Guan Changye, I have the courage to kill Song Qinglin and those who want to rebel!"

When she said this, the entire Fengji Palace trembled, and even a slight depression appeared where Zhongshu Ling knelt down.

The lower jade brick cracked fiercely, and the old man felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making him unable to move.

But the old man didn't care about the angry actions of this young woman, let alone any monarchs, now that such a thing has happened, even if she lets her blood splash three feet and die without a place to bury, it is nothing to herself.

He was old, and he was dying of age, and he never had time to see the day of the rise of the West, but he wanted the woman in front of him to see it.

The empress took a deep breath and said with a blue face: "Do you really think that I am a woman who doesn't understand anything, and really think that you can hold everything in the court firmly in your hands, then you are too self-righteous, so you are allowed to be smart for a lifetime, and you can't see others being smart for a while?"

The old man didn't speak, just covered his mouth and coughed.

She also sees the hard work of the old man.

She slowly walked up to him and said softly: "Master Chen, I know that you are a good official, but there are some things that you shouldn't turn a blind eye to, many people have died, and it is also my fault that you have died...... But rest assured, since I have returned to the West, I will die in the palace of the West like the Emperor in the future......"

The old man knelt in front of her, speechless, and then murmured, he couldn't hear it clearly, or maybe she didn't say anything.

"Remember that your eyes will be bright at the end of your eyes to prove justice, and serve the severed head meal for your sons with your own hands...... I won't kill you, you go, tell the living what I told you. ”

She slowly turned away, the old man struggled, looked at her back, and said softly: "Your Majesty, in fact, no one will complain about you......"

Her form paused for a moment, then turned around, and a voice that no one could hear said a word.

I'm sorry.

The old man smiled and shook his head slowly, everything was speechless, and at this time silence was better than sound.

The old man who was turned away did not let the attendants help him back, and walked alone on the imperial road carved with red fish and colorful phoenixes on the ground, unhurried, and walked slowly. Watch the fallen leaves on the side of the road blow to his feet.

He slowly picked up the leaf, his brow furrowed, as if he remembered the words of his three sons before they died, and pierced his heart like a long needle.

The old man stood on the imperial road, slowly holding the leaf, speechless with great sorrow.

The most helpless thing in the world is that there is no one to listen to when you want to speak, and there is no need when you have no words.

He looked up at the Xilin Palace, which had been in flames, and the old man with a gloomy expression had mixed feelings in his heart.

The former Xilin Dynasty was the pearl of the Northern Regions.

The west is on the verge of a dead country, like a pearl falling to the ground and shattering.

The battle of the country was so tragic and infuriating that there are no words in the book to describe that battle.

This old man, who had been firmly in the court since his first year, witnessed the change of the country from its heyday to its destruction, and all these changes caught him off guard.

But now that the west is in the country, like a dead willow tree slowly returning, a little green began to appear on the branches, and the old man laughed at himself and left the palace without saying a word.

He suddenly remembered a poem that his father had recited, "The flying talisman inserts the feather to recruit the strong, and the company battalion ranks up to sweep the frontier." It seems that this is the origin of his name, on the night when he became an official, the old father who had guarded the frontier for the west side of the town told himself while drinking that if the career was not smooth, he could throw a pen from Rong to the frontier to protect the family and defend the country, to see the scenery of the desert yellow sand and the world where the world meets, and the man should guard the frontier for the family and the country.

But at that time, I disdained these words, and I didn't like the name Frontier, because I always felt that when I shouted it out loud in the court, it was not atmospheric at all, and I was often laughed at by my colleagues about the rustic name.

Now, if he is asked to choose again when he is young, maybe he will really choose to take off his court uniform and wear a military uniform, fight to the death with countless heroes and martyrs in the west, drink a glass of wine together before his death, and be buried in the same tomb after death.

The old man slowly closed his eyes, the frost between his temples seemed to be deeper, and the corners of his eyes were slightly wet.

He slowly raised his hands high, and his rickety body was pulled up, as if he wanted to become the backbone of the dynasty, carrying the burden on the woman's shoulders.

But the king's dynasty matter, I died for my family and country.

A few years later, this old man named Chen Bianjiang was in this city, silently closing his eyes and returning to his roots.

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......

"That old fellow, one palm actually made me sleep for almost five days, if I had a few more palms, maybe I would have to rest my eyes in this life. ”

Chu Xianzhao soaked in the bathtub and stroked his mouth with a sigh

's scar, since Guan Chang killed Song Qinglin that night, he slowly fainted, and slept on it for a few days before he woke up.

Guan Changye said angrily: "Even if you kid has a big life, you dare to run out and pretend to be garlic that day even though you were so seriously injured, if it weren't for the blood in your body that is different from ordinary people, and your physique is much better than ordinary people, I'm afraid you won't sleep for a few days now, but won't wake up at all." ”

Chu Xianzhao smiled embarrassedly, now his body was like an iron-making furnace, and all kinds of qi were staggered and rampant in his body.

The qi in his body is different from the molten iron that adds charcoal to the fire, he slowly refines and presides down the surging and boiling qi in his body, and the wisp of immortal qi that he forcibly seized the three corpses is like a soldier facing each other, and he can't wait to turn his body upside down.

After he fell into a coma and woke up, Guan Changye told him that Su Changyan used Wang Xi to channel those surging abnormal qi into her body every night, sharing a lot of pressure for Chu Xianzhao, which allowed him to come over.

After all, Song Qinglin's angry blow before, if he didn't help Su Changyan block that terrible blow, I am afraid that the consequences after that will be unbearable for the people of Xilin, and the people who will suffer at that time will still be their Yinguo.

Chu Xuanzhao would never let her be hurt, knowing that she would be hurt, he still blocked it for her without hesitation.

Whether he is the son of Yinguo or the former master of Su Changyan, he will come out.

Chu Xianzhao slowly raised his arm from the bathtub, looked at Guan Changye, who was drinking tea comfortably, and asked cautiously, "Master, did you really kill those heavenly immortals?"

Guan Changye pursed his lips and said bluntly: "Kill is kill, Song Qinglin forcibly opened the gate of heaven to summon the immortals to hunt the qi in the old man's body, and he used a lot of strength on the old man, have you never seen the scene of the immortals fighting their swords out of the gate of heaven, in retrospect, it is still shocking, but they are just pompous, some immortals can't even hold the old man's sword and fall into the world, it's really strange, although the immortals also have high and low strength, but it's not so much that even the old man can't stop a sword, right?" What is the difference between such an immortal and a mortal, who is so weak?"

Listening to Guan Changye's hoarse voice, Chu Xianzhao was a little dazed, the old man's words exceeded all his cognition, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and the Xilin Sword God saw him with such eyes, and said angrily: " With your kid's current strength, you can also kill a few immortals, don't show the kind of table that has never seen the world, but in the future, this kind of big thing will be done less in the future, your skills in the use of qi are still too weak, even if you have this ability, but it is not enough for you to use those skills that are almost magical, and the slightest carelessness will usher in the wrath of the sky, which is called more than worth the loss, and the damage to your body is also great, there are few kings in history who can live past the age of sixty, I believe you know more than the old man in this regard. ”

Chu Xianzhao felt Guan Changye's concern for him, nodded and smiled: "Don't worry, master, I will live a hundred years old, maybe I will give birth to a large group of children for you to teach them swordsmanship, don't be too troublesome when the time comes." ”