Su Qingxue spent a hundred years accumulating strength. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info a set of serial schemes, and it turned the tide of the war in one fell swoop in just 100 days.

Although some people in the Western Wilderness Station saw some clues at the last moment, where can the planning and arrangement of the exile stream for a hundred years be found out and resisted in a short period of time. Su Qingxue made a thunderous move, and before everyone had time to react, she had already taken down the Fuguang, and at the same time severely damaged the Qingyun Sect and the Beast Control Sect. The ambushes along the way and the hidden stakes planted in various factions for many years have also caused great damage to other major sects and scattered cultivation alliances.

Although the seal on the Zhongyuan Continent has not been completely lifted, the balance that has been maintained for more than a hundred years has finally been broken. From then on, the banishment stream completely gained the upper hand.

Qin Yunqian's ascension was originally a great opportunity to hit the morale of the exile stream, but he didn't know how Su Qingxue operated, and the determination to destroy the gods against the sky became stronger and stronger.

The situation forced the Western Wilderness garrison to be disbanded and each to return to defense.

To the west of the desert, the village in the confluence was once prosperous because of the existence of the West Wilderness Station. Now in just a few days, it has changed back to the appearance of a sparse demon. Without popularity, the new buildings take on a dilapidated look.

In the early morning a few days ago, Su Qingxue led people to withdraw from Qingyun. At dusk the next day, the demon cultivators in the village were gone. It's getting colder and colder.

At noon on that day, the sun was blazing. The sun shone on the empty loess road, and only the occasional sound of the wind made some noises, like a ghost town.

It was at this time that Su Jinge walked into the village.

The blacksmith shop on the street has already put out the fire, and the iron tools are hanging haphazardly in front of the shop, and the wind is rattling. The shopkeeper was curled up in front of the door with his hands curled up and napping.

Su Jinge's gaze crossed the miscellaneous iron tools and landed directly on the west wall of the shop. There was a nine-ring knife with an exceptionally thick blade. Across the forging table in front of the door, Su Jinge stretched out and pointed to the nine-ring knife and asked, "What is the price of this knife?" ”

The shopkeeper opened his eyes and glanced at Su Jinge. There was a little surprise in his eyes, but he didn't ask a word, he just glanced in the direction of her finger, and said lazily: "A low-grade spirit stone." ”

A low-grade spirit stone is too cheap for the weapons used by the monks. As a self-defense thing used by ordinary people, it is expensive, which seems to be a fantasy. And this knife is obviously not among the magic weapons. It's just an ordinary big knife. If you have to find the difference, it's probably just a lot of materials.

Su Jinge didn't ask about the value of this knife. With a trace of waves on his face, he took out a spirit stone and put it on the forging table. The shopkeeper put it away, took out the nine-ring knife and handed it to her.

This knife is heavy for mortals, but it is as light as nothing among Su Jin singers. Even so, it's better than bare-handed.

The hammer had been lost during the fight with the black-clad Infant Monk, and it was only here in a trance that he realized he was defenseless. This nine-ring knife was already the best weapon she could find now.

The nine-ring knife did not have a sheath, and Su Jinge did not ask the shop owner for the strap to be suspended, so he directly took the knife in his hand and went to the outside of the village.

When he was about to leave the village, Su Jinge was called by an old voice, "Girl, do you want a bowl of wine?" ”

Su Jinge followed the prestige, only to see a simple shed with a few straw mats at the entrance of the village, and two sets of tables and stools and a charcoal fire were placed under the shed. The thinly dressed old man was sitting by the charcoal fire, his eyes cloudy and unable to see his emotions.

In the corners of the shed are a few jars of crudely finished wine.

"Then let's have an altar."

Su Jinge walked into the shed and sat down at a table.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then got up and took the whole jar of wine, and put it into the copper basin to prepare to pour water and warm wine, and said: "One bowl of wine and one spirit bead, this altar will give thirty spirit beads." ”

Su Jinge took out a spirit stone and put it on the table, saying, "No need to be warm." ”

The old man paused, took the wine out of the basin, wiped it with a cloth towel, knocked off the sealing mud and handed it to Su Jinge.

Wine is the most inferior kind, and it burns from the throat to the stomach and intestines in one sip. As soon as the cold wind blew, the burning feeling in the chest was even worse. The scorching heat seemed to be about to burst through the cavity and erupt.

The old man put away the spirit stone, opened the lotus bag and counted out seventy spirit beads, put them in a large bowl on the table in front of Su Jinge, and said after a little hesitation: "One more word, if the girl wants to go to the Xihuang station, then turn around and go back the same way." ”

Su Jinge didn't say a word, only raised his neck and poured all the jar of wine down his throat.

The old man sighed heavily, sat back on the edge of the charcoal basin, seemed to be talking to Su Jinge, and seemed to be talking to himself: "The momentum of exile is unstoppable, this time I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape." At my age, I should be buried in the ground, and I will only survive for a day, and if I die, I will die. It's just a pity that you children who are in their prime these years. ”

With a "bang", the empty wine jar was returned to the table by Su Jin Gedun. She raised her hand and wiped her mouth with her sleeve, got up, picked up her knife, and continued to fly in the direction of the banished stream.

The old man sighed heavily, stood up and took back the bowl of spirit beads on the table. In his opinion, there are two kinds of people in the world who do not care about the money they get back,—— one is intentional charity, and the other is intentional death. And this one looks like the latter, left and right.

Su Jinge traveled all the way, and he still didn't slow down a bit before he was exiled to the stream. The giant bows and crossbows in front of the gate creaked and rattled, and arrows rained at her. Su Jinge didn't dodge, she only used her knife to push away the rain of arrows in front of her, and she didn't care at all if a few arrows landed on her body.

There is no Western Wilderness station, and she is completely alone at this moment. Except for an inferior knife, there is no other help. But she still walked firmly towards the stream of exile. The rain of arrows did not slow her down into the stream of exile.

A group of black-clad friars guarding behind the gate of the realm noticed something unusual and quickly struck at her. The speed of their formation was fast, but they didn't want Su Jinge to kick two boulders one after another as soon as he entered the boundary gate, one black-clothed monk was smashed under the stone and lost his breath immediately, and the other narrowly avoided but injured an arm and a leg.

Without the two of them, the formation was already chaotic, and when the rest of the people were about to change formations again, Su Jinge had already killed in front of him.

In the two volumes that Han Mengli copied, there was a set of very wonderful knife techniques, but she didn't have time to read it. At this moment, she didn't have any moves, and the knife was only a slash. Swing the knife and slash, draw the knife and continue to chop again. When the trick is as simple as it is to the extreme, the speed and power are exceptionally good. Coupled with her way of playing regardless of life and death, it is one step at a time, and it is unstoppable.

After killing a group of monks guarding the door, Su Jinge walked towards the depths of the banishment stream without pausing. A few feet away, many black-clad monks rushed up one after another. One of them shouted, "Who is here?" Why did you come to the Exile Stream? ”

Su Jinge didn't answer, and he didn't even blink his eyes. Like a killing machine, it grinds out a bloody path from the slash to move forward.

The people who were exiled from the stream were not stupid, and when they saw this situation, someone quickly went to report to the high-ranking monks.

When a black-clothed Jindan monk appeared in front of Su Jinge, she finally had a trace of expression on her face, and finally said the first sentence since entering the banishment stream, "Don't do white, you have to be black." ”

The Jindan monk raised the sleeves of his robe disapprovingly, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Mingxin is not talking about clothes, right?" ”

Su Jinge's voice did not carry any emotion, "If you have abandoned your teacher, why should you call yourself a junior sister." ”

The person in front of him used to be the first disciple on Cangmu Peak. Both in cultivation and in deeds, they have been praised by the elders of the Yuanying Age. The Fuguang disciple had a stroke, and after the head of Kaiyang stepped down, this Si Zhengzhen was the next head.

But it was such a person who, after Su Qingxue proved the existence of the enchantment seal, became the first batch of monks to be thrown into the exile stream.

Si Zhengzhen didn't care about Su Jinge's attitude, he only smiled and said, "It's not that I turned my back on my master." - One day you will understand that I have done nothing wrong. ”

Su Jinge didn't say anything anymore, and the knife in her hand had already clarified her attitude.

Si Zheng Zhenren's shot was a wood-based spell. Eighty-one green radishes formed a formation, trapping Su Jinge in it in an instant, and the two ends were about to be surrounded into an oval cage.

Su Jinge was on tiptoe, and his body flew straight into the sky, flying out of the encirclement before those green radish vines surrounded him. Turning down, the nine-ring knife went straight to the head and neck of Si Zheng Zhenren. Si Zheng Zhenren would not wait for her to attack, and he flashed two gorgeous and extraordinary spells while dodging his body.

Su Jinge didn't dodge at all, he stubbornly inherited the two spells, and sent the knife to Si Zhengzhen's neck as quickly as possible. The speed was so fast that the copper ring on the knife didn't even have time to make any sound. With the splash of blood, Si Zheng Zhenren's head left his body, drawing a long line in the air and finally rolling to the ground. There was still a look of concentration on his face.

At the same time as Su Jinge swung that knife, he was also hit the shoulder by Si Zhengzhen.

Although she has cultivated to the Yuan Infant, although she has the effect of quenching the body of the Vajra Fruit, but now the aura in her body cannot operate, and the two spells of Si Zheng Zhenren and the final blow still make Su Jinge seriously injured.

Before she could retract her sword, she felt a gust of wind behind her. The seriously injured body was not flexible, and the wind fell heavily on the back of her heart. The body was thrown high and then smashed between the gravel. There was a buzzing in my ears. Someone could be heard shouting, "Wait." ”

Then a voice that seemed to have heard it said, "I thought you would disobey for the sake of Qing Dai." ”

The voice said, "I just think that letting her live is better than killing her." ”

The voice got closer and closer, and finally reached her ears, as if she was afraid that she would not hear clearly, and raised her voice with great clarity: "You don't know yet, on the way from the Western Wilderness to the east, the Holy Venerable has already set up many mechanisms. None of those in the station will make it back alive. ”

Su Jinge shook his head vigorously, trying to regain his consciousness. Little by little, very slowly, but very firmly, he got back on his feet.

At this moment, she saw clearly that what she was looking at was a young man who had never seen before. Standing not far away was the Demon Cultivator who had been seen on the bank of the Canglan River. Farther away was the black-clad friar.

It was Kang Zhen who shot from behind Su Jinge's back, and he understood her injury. At this moment, when she stood up again, she said, "You have nothing, so what can you do if you insist?" With that, he waved his sleeves and sent out a strong wind to knock Su Jinge to the ground again.

The successive heavy blows caused the corners of Su Jinge's lips and ears to continue to gush out the color of blood-red. She couldn't feel the pain in her body anymore. All I have in my ears is the voice of "You have nothing".

Nothing.

She really had nothing left. The flowers in Dongyao Mountain bloom and fall, and the agricultural songs are melodious; The bustle in the city of Wangxian is full of fireworks and incense; The completely different scenery on both sides of the Canglan River; the tea shed full of human touch at the foot of the ethereal mountain; The girl in the city of Wuxiang who had opened the door to welcome her from the rain in the middle of the night; The laughter of a brother and sister-in-law and a pair of children in a small town in the east of Jingzhou,......。

All the warmth she had, all the beauty she had ever seen, was gone. Instead, there is a devastated and panicked human heart.

But in this world, there is more than a Su Jinge who has become nothing overnight!

"Nothing." Su Jin let out a low laugh in his throat. With great effort, she raised her arm and plunged the knife into the gravel, using it to prop herself up again. With no despair or anger on her face, she raised her head and looked around, "If you have nothing, you can do nothing." ”