In the camp on the north bank of the Yeqi River, Zhou Lao, who was late, and other Jianghu people didn't bother to say hello to Pang Tong in the Chinese military tent, so they went straight to the south bank.

The group ran to the north bank bridgehead, Zhou Lao suddenly raised his hand, and when the people in the rivers and lakes around him saw it, they immediately reined in their horses and stopped the forward rush.

"Old Zhou, it's all here, do you have to wait?" Jin Ya, who is ready, is like a young man who has just come out of the rivers and lakes, and it is difficult to hide his eagerness to try.

Zhou Lao looked at the senior brother who had just received the long sword from Liu He's hand from a distance, and said loudly with a trembling voice: "You have all opened your eyes for me to see carefully, what is the extreme of swordsmanship!" ”

Jin Ya was dumbfounded, not because of Zhou Lao's words, but because he found that the old man who had traded with human life for half his life had ruddy eyes.

The calm night of the river suddenly became agitated, and the current began to intensify, lapping on both banks, making a loud noise.

At this time, the old man with white hair on the south bank was only taking the first step.

Deng Ding's sleeves also began to flutter in the wind with his silver hair, and the source of this gust of wind that suddenly appeared on the battlefield without warning was actually the Xishu Sword Immortal itself.

Step 2.

Deng Ding's hand was lightly pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the long sword named Bushun seemed to have spirituality, and began to tremble slightly, and the old man said a few words lightly, and the long sword immediately stopped trembling again.

Step 3.

The long sword was finally unsheathed, and at the moment when it was unsheathed, the white light was great, Deng Ding's sword was pulled out from the lower left to the upper right, and the long sword did not leave his hand, but the white light shot out at an unbelievable speed, and exploded in the southern Xinjiang army in a blink of an eye.

On the north bank, Zhou Lao turned over and dismounted, knelt on the bridge, and shouted in the direction of the white light: "Senior brother! Go all the way! ”

After shouting this sentence with all his strength, the old man bent down deeply, buried his whole face on the ground, trembling all over, and could not cry anymore.

Xishu Sword Immortal has not used a sword for twenty years, and when he holds a sword again, the way of the sword is a great success!

The ancestor of the Chen family was asked why he refused to take over the title of the first in the world, and once said that in this world, there are still two things that he is not fully sure of, one is Liu Zhi's fist, and the other is Deng Ding's sword.

Turning a sword into a sword in the flesh and sacrificing the Xishu Sword Immortal who reached the sky to listen to a sword, at this moment, is a well-deserved number one in the world!

Although Deng Ding's body was destroyed, his sword qi was not reduced, and wherever he passed, the southern Xinjiang army was shattered and his corpse and soul were destroyed.

The sword qi carved a deep ravine on the battlefield, and it passed through the entire Southern Xinjiang camp until it approached the royal tent where the queen of Southern Xinjiang was.

Cai Xi, who strongly felt this fierce sword aura, suddenly got up, stopped in front of the queen of Southern Xinjiang, and used all his strength to catch the monstrous sword qi that was surging like the night river.

The moment he took over the sword qi, Cai Xi realized that something was wrong, although the sword qi had crossed the entire battlefield and had decayed slightly, but under his full blow, there was no sign of dissipation.

The Southern Xinjiang King's Tent was instantly torn to pieces by the violent wind set off by the collision of the two forces, and together with the hundreds of royal court guards outside the tent, they were all reduced to nothing.

By now, Cai Xi couldn't get out, so he could only use his luck to compete with the sword qi that Xishu Sword Immortal sacrificed before he died, as long as he breathed a sigh of relief, he would be swallowed by the sword qi immediately.

The queen of southern Xinjiang behind Cai Xi, the exaggerated headdress on her head has been blown to the ground by the wind, and her head is full of green silk flying in the wind.

She couldn't move, as long as she left the cover of the man in front of her, she would be swept into it by the wind, and at this life-and-death juncture, she suddenly forgot the fear in her heart, but looked at the man's back and laughed.

She smiled happily, but after the laughter, there was a hint of sadness.

She pressed her palm lightly against the man's back, and pressed her face lightly against it.

"If we die here together, can you engrave my name on your tombstone?"

She read softly in a voice that she could only hear, she thought that the man could not hear, but she did not know that every word was clearly transmitted into the man's ears.

"No, you can't." The man's answer was firm, without hesitation.

She listened to the most indifferent and ruthless answer in the world, but she did not shed a single tear, her tears may have been drained for that man more than ten years ago.

After exerting the last trace of strength, the sword qi finally dissipated.

Cai Xi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body was already shaking a little, he turned his head, but what he saw was an extremely cold face.

When a concubine can't be the same monument, but the tombstones of the two can be next to each other.

This sentence had already reached his mouth, but he was swallowed back into his stomach by Cai Xi.

Life is like this, some things were not said at the time, there was no chance to say them, not to mention that there is no fate, you can only blame yourself and blame others.

The Queen of Southern Xinjiang stood up and passed past Cai Xi, not looking at the man she loved deeply, but looking at the ravine in front of her, which was enough to be a person's depth, and a trace of coldness flashed on her cold face.

After a short stay, the queen of southern Xinjiang brushed her sleeves away, and there was no longer a living southern Xinjiang guard as far as her sight could see, and even such a trivial matter as a herald had to be done by herself.

But it also made her realize that this inevitable battle was not as sure as she thought.

After walking for two or three miles, the queen of southern Xinjiang finally saw the remnants of the troops under her command, she came to the frightened soldiers, and said sharply: "Pass my order, let the two of them do it!" ”

At the bridgehead on the south bank of the Yeqi River, Liu He stood still at all, looking at the long sword that was deep into the ground, stunned.

The Jianghu people led by Jin Ya had already joined the battle, and with the sword qi that was not exaggerated to describe the destruction of the world just now, they had entered the enemy formation.

Liu He did not participate in the next massacre that was destined to be one-sided, but slowly pulled out the long sword from the ground, and the moment the long sword was returned to the sheath, Liu He read softly: "Every year today, there will be a piece of fine beef, very big, very fragrant, and steaming ......."

Qingming, Qingchuan and Qingfan, who had just lost their mentor, stepped forward to salute Liu He, and then resolutely entered the enemy formation again.

Looking at the backs of the three of them, Liu He wiped the corners of his eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream, and turned away.

The war is not over yet, and it is not the time to be sad.

On another battlefield, Wang Tie, who had just witnessed the earth-shattering sword of the Xishu Sword Immortal, had a solemn face, he had always stayed by Lu Bu's side and never left, but between the two brothers, he was always relatively silent.