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The frost blade is still sharp, and the face has not changed.

It's just that people are no longer human.

Feeling that the fierce dragon went straight into the hinterland of the Demon Realm's thousands of miles of snow, Xiao Shu squinted his eyes slightly, and chuckled: "Although people can't reach it, the knife can." ”

Then, the old scholar in Tsing Yi looked up at the blue sky, his big sleeves fluttering, and the knife in his hand suddenly stabbed into the sky, and the blade went straight into the sky, as if it was about to split the sky!

Xiao Shu laughed wildly, and suddenly his white hair flew and blood flowed all over his face.

The knife that pierced the sky wantonly released its sword intent among the yellow tumbling clouds, and every sword intent was a heavenly thunder!

Xiao Shu is in the battle sky, or rather, slashing the sky!

Countless navy-blue heavenly thunder and silver-white electric light collided in the sky, the navy-blue heavenly thunder is the sword intent, and the silver-white electric light is the will of the sky!

The knife suddenly roared, and the long sound of the knife echoed in the Eight Desolations, as if telling of pride and unwillingness.

In the next moment, Yuyu clarified thousands of miles, and the blade of the knife was shattered, and finally annihilated in the clouds.

The battle between heaven and man, like an ant and a goshawk clashes.

The blood on Xiao Shu's face flowed like a torrent, but he still laughed loudly, his eyes were full of fighting intent, he looked at the surging sky feverishly, and shouted angrily: "Come to war!" ”

Four dazzling pillars as thick as mountain peaks fell from the sky and landed on the top of Xiao Shu's head!

The impact of each pillar of light smashed down, and it was an incomparably violent shock in Xiao Shu's body!

Four waves of heavenly wrath!

Xiao Shu didn't seem to care about the pain in his skull at all, pointed to the sky, and said with a smile: "Thief God, what can you do to me?" ”

The four waves of light pillars finally survived, Xiao Shu took a few steps back, and a blood hole burst out between his eyebrows, and the seven orifices were like rain, and his whole body was immersed in the sea of blood.

It's just that the old man's green shirt was not stained red by blood at all, but he used Zhenyuan to cut off the blood flow, and never let the blood stain his clothes!

This green shirt was sewn by her, even if she died, she must not be dyed red by blood!

From the sky, there was a majestic angry voice like Hong Zhong Da Lu: "Mere mortals, who don't measure their own strength, dare to disobey the way of heaven and seek death!" ”

The old scholar wiped the blood from his face vigorously, and laughed: "Mortal Xiao Shu, I am here to die today!" ”

Another pillar of light fell from the sky!

Only this time, among the pillars of light, a sword immortal in white clothes who won the snow, carrying a long sword, and in his frost-like silver eyes, there was only indifference!

Immortals come from the sky, and they are here to destroy those who rebel against the sky!

The pressure that was as heavy as a mountain was coming, Xiao Shu's shoulders were like carrying the Taihang Wangwu, the qi in his body was blocked, and on his arms, blood was like a snake!

However, the old man laughed, stretched his arms like a goshawk spreading his wings, and said, "Immortals are nothing more than this, come to fight and fight!" ”

Black clouds overwhelm the city, and the clouds roll.

On the banks of the Qingfeng River, there are people who confront the sky.

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On that day, the sky above the whole world reverberated with the sound of thunder and thunder colliding, as if a dragon was fighting in the wild.

Finally the world fell silent, and then there was an old and clear voice.

"Some people are poor in their lives, even if they are virtuous and talented, and they have a lifetime, but they are just small officials with knives and pens, and they are not visible."

"Some people don't learn and don't know how to do it, they slap their beards and shoot horses, and they tend to be inflammatory, but they can be ranked among the three princes, and they are the ones who hold the bull's ears."

"Some people are full of morality and righteousness, and they are full of men and prostitutes, but they are respected as gentlemen."

"Some people look up to the sky, bow down to others, high wind and bright festivals, but obscure."

"This is the way of heaven, the so-called selfless and just way of heaven."

"What is the difference between knowing that heaven is unfair, but not daring to stand up and go against the sky, and the coward in the market who is beaten and dares to be angry and dare not speak!"

"The people who raise the court are all women's ears!"

"The official eunuchs of the Manchu Dynasty are all eunuchs!"

"Since this day is unfair, why follow the way of heaven!"

"I hope that under this firmament, above the Nine Shadows, up to the Ninety-Five, the Princes, down to the poor in the market, and the drooping children, they must remember one sentence!"

"We are men, the primates of heaven and earth! It's not a marionette of the Heavenly Dao! ”

"We are the ones who guide the country and dominate the ups and downs!"

"I want this unjust way of heaven, perish!"

The thunder was like a dragon, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

Between heaven and earth, the eight desolations and six combinations, the deep mountains and huge valleys, the waterfalls and the abyss, everything, at this time, only the clear laughter like the mighty thunder remained.

There is an old scholar, Tsing Yi is full of romance, standing in the thunder light on the bank of the Qingfeng River, his clothes are flying, pointing to the dim sky like ink, and he said with a long smile: "Lao Tzu has a hidden blade, and the sky and the world are competing to bend his waist!" ”

Thousands of miles away, the sound of long laughter can be heard clearly.

The old scholar in Tsing Yi had blood on his face like a spring, and the blood flooded his eyes, but he was still smiling, like a peach blossom, as if looking at her pear vortex and smiling like a flower.

From the wide sleeves of his high-spirited robe, countless dazzling rainbows and sharp sword qi bloomed, circulating in the air, like a swimming dragon.

The momentum is like the rolling Yangtze River, and the righteousness rises to the sky.

A sword slashed the sky, and in an instant, half of the vast sky in the distance suddenly cracked, revealing a blood-colored remnant of the sun.

The old scholar smiled and muttered: "Who is useless is a scholar, the temple scholar is romantic, directing the country, guarding the society and the common people, scolding Fang Xuan, and the military generals of Rong Ma also need to be inferior to my scholars by three points." ”

He raised his head, looked at the blood-colored sky in the distance that was cut off half by his own knife, and said with a smile: "The sky is falling, I will hold it for you." ”

With that, the old man staggered forward and stretched out a hand, as if to touch her face like congealed cream.

A fresh breeze blew through, blowing away the bloody breath on the old man's face, as well as the old man's white hair and robe.

"In the next life, I will study for you again......"

The old man smiled and fell into a deep sleep, as if he was going to have a good dream forever.

His body shattered into countless streams of fireflies, and finally scattered into the air.

There is no more Tsing Yi swordsman in the world, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly.

There are no young scholars in the world, who are as warm as jade.

The country is unparalleled.

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……

The old scholar in Tsing Yi passed away with a smile.

When he was dying, he squinted slightly, as if he was carefully studying her face, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her smile was like a flower.

Huangquan is too lonely, I'm here to accompany you.

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In the sixteenth year of Zhaoming of the Great Zhou Dynasty, spring.

There was an old scholar in Tsing Yi who swung a few knives, so he killed a sword immortal, and changed the pattern of the whole world.

With a knife for thousands of miles, carrying the vast water of the entire Qingfeng River, he rushed towards the Demon King's Court.

So from that day on, there were twenty-eight demon generals in the magic platform, and there were eighteen less.

The Demon Emperor was directly hit hard and fell.

Yeshuai and Hei Baizi were also hit by the aftermath and were almost seriously injured.

On that day, the entire Demon Continent reverberated with the angry and unwilling roar of the Demon Emperor.

"Xiao Shu old thief, how dare you do this!"

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From that day on, the White Emperor City of the Demon Clan was directly beheaded by half of it, the Demon Emperor fainted, three of the ten demon generals died, and none of the three thousand well-trained elite city guards survived.

Since that day, there has been no flowing water in the Qingfeng River.

From that day on, half of the sky above the White Emperor City was cut off.

It was also from that day that the most tragic war in history began.

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Great Zhou, Imperial Palace, Sleeping Palace.

The emperor stood by the windowsill with his hands in his hands, his expression cold, looking at the picturesque rivers and mountains below.

The queen in a long skirt stepped forward cautiously and said softly: "Your Majesty, do you really want to start a war with the demons?" ”

The emperor smiled slightly, and his eyebrows were full of pride, as if telling the strength of an empire.

"Those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Righteous martial arts, those who jump beams, although they are strong, will be killed!"

"From now on, transfer 50,000 elite soldiers and quickly march to the front line for reinforcements!"

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In the sixteenth year of Zhaoming of the Great Zhou Dynasty, spring.

The wind of war suddenly rose, blowing the battle flag hunting, stirring up the ambition of the demon army at this time.

The millions of demon wolves led by the Demon Emperor rode mightily under the Great Zhou, and their prestige was unparalleled.

Bacheng, the first fortress that the demons must conquer to enter the Great Zhou.

The guard general Yu Shuang calmly looked at the demon army under the city, and slowly drew his sword out of its sheath.

The next moment, the majestic and tragic horn sounded throughout the world.

"Go to war!"

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Many years later, when Su Yan, who was already in his twilight years, carried a peachwood sword on his back and pretended to be a fairy wind bone, a feather coat, and climbed the West Mountain of God, he suddenly felt the wind slowly rising.

Then he remembered those three years many years ago, that war.

In those three years, the wind was stronger, more biting, and contained endless blood.

In those three years, countless people died under the iron cavalry of the demon clan, and there were countless people, constantly showing the glory of heroes, such as the old guard of Bacheng, one person and one gun, in the empty city, under the Baqiao, desperately killing the night handsome, and dying of exhaustion; For example, Wang Wencong, who realized the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism at the time of his death and became a Confucian sage; For example, the foodie boy who died under the sword of the Demon Emperor in order to evacuate his brother and the very cheap prince of the family.

It was an era of heroes, but also an era of war.

It was a time when long songs were spent crying.

Su Yan's eyes were slightly wet, he closed his eyes, and leaned peacefully under a big tree.

You guys, go to bed so early, and don't wait for me......

The wind rises, the wind rests.

The wind suddenly rose, blowing a pool of spring water, rippling.

The ripples will eventually disperse, but what can never be forgotten, the wind will remember.

Historians and storytellers will also remember.

(End of book)