Chapter 21: The Burning of the City (Part II)

I don't know how long it took for Chu Feiyan to wake up suddenly, and when he looked up, he found that he had arrived at the bank of the Qiluo River, and in front of him was an endless river, flowing endlessly.

There was a small boat parked by the river, and a lonely cyan figure stood next to it.

"Aunt Qing?" Chu Feiyan called in a low voice, his eyes full of shock, just because Tsing Yi's full head of green silk had turned into white hair, and his face was much older.

Thinking of the scene before he fell asleep, Chu Feiyan asked in surprise, "Is he left?"

"The reason why he couldn't become a cultivator was because of the blockage of the innate acupoints, but his decades of practice were not in vain, and the huge energy had always been hidden in his meridian muscles.

I used the last of my strength to help him forcibly break through the Seven Great Acupoints, and within an hour he will gain far more power than you and me, but after that he will definitely die. ”

"This idiot!" Thinking of the silly guy in front of the city gate patting his shoulder, Chu Feiyan's eyes flashed with sadness, and he muttered, "Master Dog, thank you for taking care of me!"

A cold wind blew away Tsing Yi's white hair, and her eyes looked at the north affectionately: "This is his choice, I also had an elder brother back then, and he also protected me like this, but..."

Chu Feiyan didn't know if she was talking about her master, but when she thought of the old man, she couldn't help but feel resentful: Where did the dead old man go!

The cold wind became colder and colder, Tsing Yi shivered, came back to his senses, pointed to the small boat, and said gently: "Go, find your master and tell him the news of my death." ”

"No, Aunt Qing, you won't die..."

"Xiao Yan, listen to me. Tsing Yi shook his head, "Don't blame your master, he had to leave you behind when he faced the pursuit of the Dustless Emperor." If he's still alive, tell him everything here. ”

"The fall of Guangling City is irreversible, and the real chaos is coming. I don't know how many people can see through the ups and downs in this troubled world, maybe he is one, don't let the tragedy of Guangling City repeat again, understand?"

After saying that, Tsing Yi turned around and walked towards the shore mountain, Chu Feiyan looked at her faltering back, and his heart was full of desolation and grief: Just watch them die?

Chu Feiyan suddenly got up and quickly walked to Tsing Yi's side, supported her somewhat trembling body, and said, "Even my unreliable master will never agree to let me escape alone!"

Tsing Yi nodded, his eyes full of approval: "It's really worthy of his apprentice, then let's kill him again!"

"Okay-" As soon as a good word came out, Chu Feiyan felt a pain in his neck and then fell unconscious.

When Chu Feiyan woke up half an hour later, he found that he was in a small boat, and he had floated to the top of the river, and the city in the distance was full of fire, and a large amount of smoke covered the sky.

Guangling City has been destroyed!

Xuan Nan also fled to the riverside in embarrassment, looking also frightened, and scolded in his mouth: "Crazy!

I thought that when the army began to fight the enemy in earnest, it would crush the unarmed and disorganized people in a very short time, but as the army went deeper, the casualties became larger and larger, and the people in the city were like crazy, and they didn't know how to kill and fear, and they didn't want to give in.

So that these elite soldiers, who are known for their strong will, have been shaken, this is not a war but a massacre, their hands are stained with the blood of the old and weak, women and children, and gradually their mental defense line has been shaken, and the killing action has become more and more sluggish, more and more hesitant.

Then their heads were smashed with hammers, holes were poked by steel forks, and their throats were crushed by their teeth... The lives of both sides are being consumed almost at a rate of one to five.

This battle was fought like this, far beyond Xuan's expectations, so even if they finally captured Guangling City, what would they gain?

Not only that, but Xuanyan's life was also greatly threatened, and Gou Yu suppressed Ji Tianlu with his own strength, and then killed him in one fell swoop with the help of Li Huanshan and others. Then he frantically pursued and killed Xuanyan.

A large number of soldiers died at the hands of Gou Yu, and at that moment Gou Yu became a nightmare like a demon god, and he fled with his men in a panic, completely giving up the command of the battlefield.

I don't know how long I escaped, and the speed of the dog's pursuit finally slowed down, and Xuan Nan looked at the angry figure and regretted it for the first time, but it was only for a moment.

When he heard that more than half of the army had been killed and wounded, Xuan Yan finally understood that this city was not something he could eat, and then a fierce light flashed in his eyes: "Set fire to the city, and if you can't get it, destroy it!"

When he saw the flames in the city, a trace of anger flashed in the eyes of Dugu Yulong, the general of Nanzhao: "I have written down this account! ”

The group of people on Wulipo hurried away with a heavy heart, perhaps even they didn't want to see Guangling City end so miserably.

The relentless fire is raging, and the cries and cries are intertwined to form a tragic picture.

In the end, there were still about 30,000 people left, and they were forced to retreat again and again by the remaining army of more than 10,000 people, until they retreated to the bank of the Qiluo River, which was also when Chu Feiyan had just woken up from the ship.

"Surrender!" the soldiers couldn't help but persuade.

"We won't let you go!"

With a vicious curse, the man jumped into the river, and then one by one into the cold water. In just half an hour, all 30,000 people chose to commit suicide by throwing themselves into the river.

"Ah!" A howl of pain sounded above the river, and Chu Feiyan clenched his fists, crying silently.

"The beauty of Guangling City is just a passing cloud, like that foundationless pavilion in the air, it will collapse at any time!"

At this moment, Chu Feiyan finally understood what Xiao Qian said that day.

"If the country does not exist, how can it be a home!"

He turned his back and didn't want to see the end of Guangling City, but looked at the north, where there was a country that belonged to him, and the sorrow of his childhood suddenly became nothing, and he even missed his adoptive parents who he hadn't seen for many years.

Even if he wanted to take revenge on Xuannan, he should return to the Underworld! The young man's heart became truly hot at this moment.

In the end, the dog left alone to chase and kill Xuan Yan, and killed him to the death, almost putting him to death several times.

Xuan Nan fled in disarray under the protection of the few thousand guards left, so that Gou Yu died of exhaustion as soon as he escaped a mile away.

The second prince of the Chiyan Kingdom, who was known for his viciousness and good strategy, lost his determination since then, and was captured alive by Chu Feiyan in Tianqi Mountain shortly thereafter, so he completely lost the grace of Xuantian Ming, and finally died of depression for everyone.

Many years later, those surviving people who threw themselves into the river re-established Guangling City and completely incorporated it into Nanzhao, of course, this is all a later story.

Half a month later, the news of the death of the Dustless Emperor was finally confirmed by all parties, and the seven powers, such as Stygian Water, Chiyan, Yuezhao, Yuelin, Yuexi, Snow Shadow, and Nanzhao, the seven great powers kicked off the prelude to the struggle for hegemony.

The destruction of Guangling City was only an inconspicuous ripple on the surface of the lake, and it was quickly forgotten by the world, and who really cared about the people there and what happened.

At the same time, a young man in black finally returned to his homeland after a long absence.