On the mountain gate of the Weiming Sect, the Jade Crown Daoist looked at Mu Shanxue who was coming down the mountain and looked at the master next to him.

"You're going to let him go?"

The Sect Leader shook his head and sighed:

"If the Dao heart is covered with dust, then how is it cultivated, and what about it?"

"You and I underestimate people's hearts......"

The Jade Crown Daoist's voice was cold, and he said, "But he is talking about a dream." ”

The head of the sect laughed and said, "Who knows? I couldn't stop him, and when he left, he took a drop of Chongwa's fingertips, and I didn't know what he wanted to do, or maybe he knew. ”

"Foolish people talk about dreams, how can they not say it?"

Mu Shanxue's right hand fingers were stained with a little pure red like glass, the wind was blowing, his fingers were slightly cool, and the meaning of heaven was faintly guiding him, and he said softly:

"Little junior brother, wait for me."

In the distance, a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe floated away, carrying a sword behind his back.

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Spring has come, even if it is only early spring, the cold in the north that is enough to freeze the yaks to death will be broken at once, the number of braziers in the golden tent has been reduced to half of the winter, and the king of the Northern Hun and Mr. Chu sit next to the brazier and drink.

The king of the Northern Huns used a drill made of iron to stir the fine coals of fire so that the fire burned more vigorously.

He raised his head, looked at Mr. Chu, and said casually:

"Mr. Chu said that the matter of the road mark has been completed?"

"Yes, we sent two groups of people, one of them is tricky, they didn't come back alive, the other one has succeeded, the corresponding heavenly machine formation has been arranged a few days ago, with this, the people in the sky can follow the fluctuation of the spiritual qi machine and come to this world."

"What is Mr. Chu going to do?"

"The king has already made a decision on this matter, hasn't he? According to our plan, before officially entering the Central Plains and killing their emperor, we must suppress and suppress the arrogance of the Central Plains people, otherwise they will be like their ancestors, and I think the king should be reluctant to use the army of the Northern Huns to play this role. ”

The king of the Northern Hun drank the wine from the golden cup and said:

"Of the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, eleven of them are attached to the Northern Frontier, and the rest are also uneasy because of Qin's actions against us, but I plan to let them attack the Western Regions Protectorate of Great Qin, I don't think they have such courage, if they can do it, they will not be divided into thirty-six parts."

Mr. Chu smiled slightly:

"But what if they themselves are willing to do it?"

The King of the Northern Huns was slightly shocked in his heart.

Mr. Chu said blandly:

"It is almost impossible for someone to be able to enter the hearts of others with his heart, leave traces in their hearts, slightly change their thoughts and ideas, and want to influence a hero like Your Majesty who commands a vast land, or a warrior who has reached the realm of a grandmaster."

"But for the generals of the thirty-six small countries in the Western Regions, it is a simple matter."

"There is still enough price to pay."

He stroked his long pale hair like withered grass, laughed at himself faintly, and said:

"But the survival of the Western Regions only lies in the cracks, whether it is the Northern Xinjiang or the Great Qin, it is not conducive to the development and growth of the Thirty-six Kingdoms, and there are many people in their court who want to attack the Great Qin and share the pressure for the Northern Frontier, otherwise when the Qin State swallows the Northern Frontier, where are the Thirty-six Kingdoms? Just an excuse is missing. ”

"It only needs to influence three people to be able to promote a majestic trend."

"That's what you do."

"When the time comes, when the ministers want to plunder the benefits of the war, even the king of the Western Regions will no longer have the strength to stop it, and can only be coerced forward by this general trend."

The king of the Northern Hun paused slightly, and asked himself, but he thought that it was impossible for him to be affected by the people in front of him, and the generals of those small countries in the Western Regions were affected just because their minds were not firm enough.

When he thought of this, the King of Northern Hun had disdain in his heart, and then immediately put down this thought, as if this matter was not worth paying attention to at all like the wine in his hand, but was seriously thinking about the possibility of the Western Regions storming the city of Daqin.

I didn't notice Mr. Chu's whiter long hair and the ridicule in his eyes.

"Has the time been set, sir?"

Mr. Chu smiled and said:

"It's three days later."

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The first spring rain had already fallen on the land of the Western Regions, and the dripping rain had sunk into the black earth, softening the land hardened by the north wind, and grass sprouts appeared on the ground, which looked like a light green blanket on the earth from a distance.

Fifty miles away from the Western Regions Protectorate, there is an open-air market built by the Qin people.

It is said that it is a fang market, but in fact, it is already the appearance of a town, built according to some steep terrain, in case of horse thieves, and the good things transported from various places in the Central Plains are packed up here, and then wait for the merchants of the Western Regions to come.

The exchange of porcelain, silk and tea from the Central Plains for the skins of wild beasts in the Western Regions, as well as special ores that are difficult to find in the Central Plains, are good deals for both sides that can be exchanged for several times the profits, and the merchants who earn silver money will never be stingy with a few taels of silver.

So around here, restaurants and restaurants were built, and around the restaurants and restaurants appeared places to sell ingredients and fabrics, and the merchant guards needed to replenish and repair their weapons, so there was a blacksmith shop, and the heavy hammer smashed on the red-hot cutting board, smashing out a hot spark.

Because of the men who come and go, there are naturally bearded women with snake-like waists in the Western Regions, and there are also gentle women in the Central Plains, although the architecture is simple and rough, revealing the same taste as yellow sand, but this is already a border city with a population of two or three hundred thousand.

Most of the people in the city are from the Central Plains, and they all have families in the border city fifty miles away from here.

The Imperial Protectorate was also reluctant to let a large number of merchants from the Western Regions flood into the city, and was happy to see the emergence of trade in the border city, where a 1,000-strong Great Qin army was stationed to maintain the stability of the border city and protect the merchants here from the disaster of thieves and robbers.

Wuhua is a subordinate of Yang Jinxian who protects the border pass, and he followed Yang Jinxian as early as the Seven Kingdoms period of the Central Plains, and was the commander of this border city.

The New Year's Festival of the Central Plains and the great sacrifices of the tribes of the Western Regions have passed in the coldest places.

Whether it is the traveling merchants of the Central Plains or the caravan that bears the prosperity of the entire tribe in the Western Regions, they have already sorted out the livestock, the merchants of the Central Plains piled up the exquisite porcelain and fine silk on the cart like a pile of horse grass, and the hunters of the Western Regions stuffed the best things in the harvest of the year into their pockets and placed them firmly on both sides of the livestock.

The horses and camels will be raised for two months, and they will be fed fat and strong, enough to support the long trek that follows, the short ones to this border city, and the longer ones, which will go directly from the Central Plains to the depths of the Western Regions, or from the poorest tribes in the Western Desert to the capital of Great Qin, but they will pass by this city anyway.

This border city, which was responsible for the turnover of two batches of merchants, was resurrected.

As early as ten days ago, a large number of Qin people drove horse-drawn carriages from the border pass.

Wuhua retracted his gaze and looked intently at the brazier, the charcoal in the brazier was burning, dancing enthusiastically, making the scenery in front of his vision a little unnaturally distorted, there were two paths, faintly spreading out from the direction of the flame distortion, yes, two paths.

This is the biggest reason why this border city is here.

There is a narrow and cramped terrain in this area, which is not suitable for building a city, and the front is a vast plain suitable for cavalry charges, and beyond the plain that appears here, there will be two hidden roads that can directly bypass the Western Regions Protectorate stationed in front, as well as the continuous mountains and rivers, and chisel into the inner belly of the Central Plains like a dagger. This border city, which is ostensibly in charge of commerce, is actually the acropolis of the Western Regions Protectorate.

The tower used to guard the wandering bandits has a huge brazier with a width of one zhang on it, which is full of dried wolf dung and firewood, which is to warn the horse bandits, but also to guard the wandering cavalry of the Western Regions.

"The owner!"

There was a shout from afar, Wuhua raised his eyes, and saw a knight running over, wearing leather armor, covered with a layer of almost oily shiny clothes, carrying a scimitar at his waist, turned over and dismounted, and walked quickly into the city, Wuhua frowned, and ordered the guards next to him to go down and ask what was going on.

The Qin soldiers next to him walked down quickly, grabbed the caravan guard, and after a while, walked up to the tower, saluted to Wuhua and said, "General, it's not a big deal, please." ”

"There was a tribe that had agreed on a time, and the guard was going to meet the Moon Caravan, but he didn't come at this time, and now it was almost dark, and he rode forward for more than ten miles without seeing anyone, and he was a little worried, so he came back and reported to his owner."

Wuhua nodded, this kind of thing happens often in this border city.

At most, it will only affect one or two merchants, and there will be no real hindrance to the operation of the entire border city.

But after a while, several more healthy horses came back from the vast plain ahead, all dressed in similar attire, one after another dressed in rough clothes, the white air from their noses spurting far away in the cold air, and the guards, who were obviously a little panicked on their horses.

It's like ten white lines, pointing directly to the border city from the Western Regions.

Not much time passed, and the riots burned like flames in the city.

Wuhua stood up suddenly, his spirit was not weakened by the long period of peace, and before everyone could react, he had already drawn his weapon sharply, picked up the brazier in his left hand, and ran quickly towards the highest point of the tower.

Standing on the highest point, he shook his left hand violently, and the flame burned towards the iron basin, like a falling sun.

And then this fire, this sun, exploded in the air before it fell into the beacon.

A cyan steel arrow with a wolf's tooth barb pierced the flames and shot into the border city, and the Yangzi military flag erected in the center of the border city fell to one side in the sound of Kerala, and the white flag was like a falling cloud, and there was a commotion in the border city

Wuhua's face was ugly, and the guard next to him pulled out the weapon on his waist, his face was full of vigilance, and said:

"General, a horse thief? Or a scout from a neighboring enemy country? ”

Wuhua said, "Where do horse thieves and scouts dare to do such a thing?" ”

Yang Jinxian's nephew Yang Xing next to him was stunned.

Wuhua took a deep breath, the rain that had fallen a few days ago had not yet disappeared from the ground to the last traces, and the black earth could still smell the moist earthy smell, and with the earthy smell, there was a fishy smell that was connected together.

Only those who once ate and slept with war horses could recognize this smell.

Wuhua gritted his teeth and said:

"It's a large herd of horses, and a strong bow that can shoot hundreds of kilometers away."

There was a faint black shadow on the grassland in the distance, hazy and illusory, gradually approaching, the Qin army kept trying to light the beacon, but before they were about to point it, there was a momentum, wrapped in a rotating arrow and shot out, that was no longer the distance that a simple strong bow could shoot.

The flames exploded in the air.

On the towering mountain wall behind, the arrows sank deep into the rocks, forming a Daqin script.

Kill.

At the same time, the light black in the distance was already close, Yang Xinghuai gasped, it was a group of horses, it was a group of war horses, on top of each war horse, there was a tall knight wearing heavy iron armor, holding a huge war knife in the style of the Western Regions in his hand, and the blade was as cold as snow.

The Iron Riders converged.

They wore different forms of armor, chains, leather armor, heavy plate armor made of large pieces of steel, different banners hung from the high chisels, tigers with red backgrounds, black blooming flowers, and down-hanging swords.

These tall banners danced behind the knights like clouds descending from the sky.

Yang Xinghuai stared at it deadly, yes, those flags were like clouds.

Because above the military flag, there is a thick tumbling cloud.

He had seen the martial artists of the middle and third grades, and they flew away at every turn, which was far more incredible than what he saw in front of him, but those martial artists only relied on the qi obtained by their own diligent cultivation, and they were still within the realm that his common sense could understand.

But the clouds and mist in front of him seem to be immortals in mythology.

The clouds stood with spear-wielding men, flags fluttering, people with indigo-skinned purple skin, who held bone hammers in their hands, and slammed on the huge leather drums, the heavy drums clattering in the increasingly depressed sky, and the wind swept the clouds against the trend.

Standing at the top of the cloud was a general in golden armor, holding a two-meter-long bow with pale golden scales, apparently the man who had just shot through the flames in the beacon tower from a long distance.

Yang Xinghuai gasped.

He didn't believe in the legendary story when he was a child, but the scene in front of him made the legend come true, a cloud and mist rolled towards the simple and pitiful border city, there were strangers beating drums on it, Yang Xinghuai's palm was a little cold, but at this time, an arrow suddenly shot out from the city wall.

The indigo weird man beating the drum had a weird head behind him, and then fell to the ground.

He slammed on the ground, turning into a blurry pool of flesh and blood, like a flower blooming on the inky earth, Yang Xinghuai turned his head, saw Wuhua put down his bow with a cold face, pointed to the blood flower in front of him, and suddenly roared, saying:

"Afraid of what?! If you can shoot to death, you will leave blood, and if you fall down, you will become a puddle of rotten meat. ”

"I'll just ask you, what are you afraid of?!"

He turned his head, pressed his palms against the cold city walls, and said:

"Daqin's border guards, there are no cowards."

"Those who dare to come to the side, even if it is an immortal, have to ask me about the sword in my hand."

"It's just that it can fly, and there are fewer birds and eagles in your belly over the years?"

The roar of the main general caused the bodies of the surrounding Great Qin defenders to recover from the fear of encountering incomprehensible things, and instead of the feeling that the blood vessels were slightly expanding and blood was flowing rapidly in the veins when they were about to fight.

Wu Hua took a deep breath and said:

"All in armor and with knives!

"No!"

"Yang Xinghuai."

"In!"

Wu Hua looked at him, his voice was cold, and said:

"With a small group of men, retreat from the back, go to the border city, and report the news back."

Yang Xinghuai's expression changed, and he blurted out:

"I'm not leaving!"

Wu Hua suddenly turned his hand and grabbed his collar, pulled him close to him, his eyes were like copper bells, and he said coldly:

"Don't be hypocritical with Lao Tzu at this time, let you go, see clearly, there are tens of thousands of cavalry on the opposite side, even if you can't get up fast through the path of the Dragon's Swallow Valley, but there are still those people flying in the sky, they can only rely on arrows, you have read the arsenal records, how long do you think it can be supported with these arrows here with us?!"

"If you are smart, you should bring someone to Lao Tzu immediately!"

He pushed Yang Xinghuai backwards and said:

"I don't care which of you is alive or dead on the road, you must relay the news back, otherwise, when these iron horsemen cross the two dangerous roads on the left and right and enter the inner belly of the Central Plains, we will all be sinners of Great Qin."

Wu Hua held the bow in his right hand, pulled out the arrow from the quiver, put it on the bow, and passed the military orders layer by layer, even in the face of an enemy who had never understood, the border army of Great Qin did not completely lose morale, holding the carved bow and lining up on the simple battlements.

The arrows are attached to the bow, and the bowstring is full.

The clouds in the sky opposite continued to drift towards the city, and Wuhua roared angrily.

"Volley!"

The strong bowstrings used in the Great Qin Border Pass shook in unison, like a puff of black rain rising from the ground.

The strange man on the cloud fell nearly a hundred people at once.

The arrows kept shooting out, and those indigo people fell one after another, smashing on the ground and turning into a puddle of flesh and blood, but the tall celestial man with the bow was unmoved by such a tragic appearance, and even watched those indigo people go to death, with a faint sneer on his face.

Those banners erected high suddenly moved, and when it was estimated that there were less than five arrows left in the hands of the Qin people, the iron horse urged the war horse under his crotch to slowly step away.

It took them only seven breaths to go from moving slowly to charging with all their might.

The air with the remnants of the water vapor formed a wind current, wrapped in the smell of horses, rushed into the border city, the whole border city was filled with the sound of crying and panic, and there were also brave guards who drew their swords and walked up the rudimentary walls with carved bows, they all knew that the end of this small city was coming, and they could not do anything.

They felt a sense of panic that the stable world was about to be completely torn apart.

Wuhua shot an arrow in his hand, and the wolf's tooth arrow spun and shot into the eye socket of the leading cavalryman, bringing out a pool of blood, and the cavalryman and his horse fell to the ground, causing several horses behind him to pile up and knock down, but this result was only like a splash in a vast ocean, almost negligible.

Wu Hua's face remained unchanged, and he continued to draw out the arrows, he knew that there were already many people behind him who had jumped out of the city from the city wall, but he no longer cared, in this case, the war, the huge war involving the Western Regions, the Northern Frontier, and the Central Plains had already shown signs.

He had been peaceful for so long that he had almost forgotten that war was the melody of the world.

It's not just the war in these three worlds.

It is a few people who can live a few more people, and it is best to be able to run back to report the news.

And he will fight to the death here.

The high-speed moving cavalry turned into a torrent of steel, and the leaders picked up their heavy cavalry guns, intending to break through the city gates, and they were left with only the last obstacle, which was the narrow passage in front of the border city, the Longyu Valley, and the cavalry began to gather, and the heavenly generals had a cruel look of interest on their faces.

Every time the bowstring in his hand vibrates, one person dies, a person from the Western Regions, or a Qin person.

He is high above, and he controls the life and death of all.

Until a low angry cry sounded in his ears:

"That's you!"

The Celestial looked up in amazement and saw a sheathed sword sweeping across the sky like a meteor.

This sword almost crossed from the Great Qin Fufeng.

The Taoist in a blue and white robe stood on top of the long sword and walked with the sword.

Even a strong-willed person like Wuhua was also dumbfounded, unable to help himself, the Taoist priest came with a sword, and the tall and bow-wielding celestial man was surprised, and then remembered this angry Taoist priest, and said with a smile: "You are a Taoist at that time?" Why, is that woman dead? ”

"Are you so annoyed?"

Mu Shan Xue Meiyu was full of coldness, with a move of his right hand, the sword with the dust fell into his hand, he swept past the border city, and Wu Hua stood on the battlements and shouted:

"Be careful!"

The golden armor celestial held the bow in his hand, the arrow spun and flew out, Wuhua couldn't see the shadow at all, but saw the Taoist priest holding the sword in his right hand, slashing downward, the air shook a circle of lines, Mu Shanxue had already appeared in front of Xiangyun, the speed was so fast, the Taoist priest's white sleeve pulled out a sharp line.

The golden-armored celestial didn't realize that the lazy Taoist priest he had seen before actually had such terrifying attainments in his body, and after a moment's negligence, the sword in Mu Shanxue's hand had been handed out violently and pressed against his heart, even if it was still separated by a layer of scabbards, he could still feel the sword qi as cold as frost.

Mu Shanxue's eyes were cold, and the sheath of the Tongchen sword pierced through the armor, and the sword qi was slightly spitted, and it had already entered the body.

His voice felt like it was biting out of his teeth.

"How to crack?"

The tall heavenly general looked at Mu Shanxue, grinned, and said provocatively:

"It's useless, even if you kill me, it's useless."

"Once the sign is opened, there is no way to stop again, and I am very happy."

The sword in Mu Shanxue's hand shook suddenly, and pierced an inch from the heart of the sky, and the bronze scabbard pierced out of the back of the heavenly general, and in the click, the armor was shattered into pieces, and the red blood was left along the hollow lines of the mountains and rivers on the scabbard, and the bronze river was soaked with blood-red river water.

Just slash the sword down, and the heart will be shattered into a puddle of powder.

Mu Shanxue's voice was already full of murderous intent, word by word.

"I ask you, how to crack it!"

The sky will be full of indifference:

"Since it is a road mark, it is her life, and since it is a life, it naturally cannot be cracked."

There was a roar from the battlements, and countless arrows were shot from the poor border city, rushing towards the charging iron horsemen like rain, and in an instant many knights fell, and this time no one slowed down, and the iron hooves trampled the man with the arrow, and the horse with men and horses, and the horse that saw the blood had a crazy look.

Mu Shanxue retracted her gaze, and the celestial grinned and said:

"There is no help."

"I just thought that woman was powerful, but I didn't expect you to hide deeper and be able to show such an appearance to someone like you, I'm very happy."

Mu Shanxue's expression suddenly calmed down, and she murmured, "Dao Biao? ”

He thought of the mythical record in the Daozang, his eyes regained his calm, and said, "There is still a chance." ”

The celestial people were stunned: "What? ”

Mu Shanxue had already swung his sword, and the Tongchen sword in his hand was pressed down violently, even at a very short distance, it still caused a majestic sword pressure, crushing the hearts of the celestials, and the surrounding celestials roared and rushed towards him, but they were smashed back by the Tongchen sword, clearly with a scabbard, but showing a sword light as bright as the Yangtze River.

The clouds in the sky were shattered.

The Qin troops on the battlements saw Mushan snow falling, like a cloud falling in the most cramped place around, standing in the Dragon Swallow Valley, many cavalry fell on the ground in front of them, but more cavalry were charging.

Wuhua roared angrily: "Stop, stop the arrows!" ”

Mu Shanxue put the Tongchen sword on her back, closed her eyes, and said leisurely.

"Little Junior Brother ......"

He grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, the sword spike that the little junior brother had woven for him hung down, and the sunlight reflected on the weapon shone on his robe, like a ball of snow, he closed his eyes, and when he was led up the mountain for the first time, the master and ancestor stroked his forehead with his palm, and the voice at that time resurfaced in his heart, and he whispered calmly.

"If you want to relax, you will solidify it, and if you want to be weak, you will strengthen it."

"If you want to abolish it, you will fix it, and if you want to take it, you will fix it."

"Soft is better than strong, weak is better than strong."

"The fish must not be separated from the abyss, and the sharp weapon of the country cannot be shown to others, for the sake of light."

The white sleeves of the Taoist priest's robe slowly expanded.

The cavalry in the distance charged frantically, and the celestials in the sky picked up their bows and arrows.

On the battlements, Wuhua shouted: "Dip in fire oil, the shooter raises his three fingers, volley, volley!" ”

In the gloomy sky, countless sparks flew from the earth to the sky at once, like suddenly brightened stars, and these arrows dragged the red and bright tail flames, skimming the sky above Mushan Xue.

He slowly drew his sword and faced the galloping horse, the four-foot-long broadsword in the hand of the knight wearing heavy armor on horseback was raised high, the knight's face had a hideous look, the Taoist's clothes flew backwards, and the long hair of his sideburns was also forced to raise by the qi.

He thought of the spring breeze, the child he carried back from the tiger's mouth, the spring breeze blew through the river that day, the sun in the sky shone warmly on his face, he held the child, like holding a soft cloud.

He took a step forward.

"It has been made to be prosperous, it should be rushed, it has been made to be prosperous, it should be abolished."

"It has been made strong, it should be destroyed, it has been made, it should be taken."

"Soft is better than strong, weak is better than strong."

"Twilight, twilight!"

This time, everyone heard the voice of the Taoist

The sword suddenly unsheathed.

The scabbard had already collapsed and shattered into invisible ashes and powder when it left the blade of the Tongchen Sword, Mu Shanxue bit his fingers, his own blood and Chonghe's blood converged together, and his fingers brushed over the blade.

The Dao robe swelled up, and those auspicious clouds that had already flown were forced by the qi machine to retreat backwards.

The neighing horse suddenly stopped, unwilling to go forward.

The bearing of the Taoist became immense.

"Uncle Shi said I was dreaming."

He muttered to himself. "What's wrong with dreaming? I've been dreaming all the time, and this time I'm going to have a big dream in the Spring and Autumn Period, little junior brother, you have given me everything since you were a child, and this time you will also give me your life, right? ”

"I still have a good deal with you, with the swallows in the south of the Yangtze River, the wind and snow in the north of the Saibei, the whale salamanders in Penglai, and the silver bells from the trees in the south, I count to three, and if you don't speak, it means that you agree."

"One,"

"Two,"

"Three."

He looked up at the auspicious clouds in the sky and smiled.

"You shouldn't have told me that it was a sign."

He held his sword in his hand, and the blade was raised high as if holding a piece of the sky.

Almost instantly, the cavalry charged forcefully, and they slashed at the horse's rump with their swords, and the horses were frightened, and their instinctive fears were still in their heads, and they rushed forward like a tidal wave.

In the sky, the celestial beings threw down arrows as dense as rain by virtue of their high position, and the arrows broke through the air, obscuring the light in the sky, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Wuhua reached for the arrow, but it was empty, and the quiver was already empty.

Everyone heard the voice of the Taoist priest, high and ethereal, as if the whole world was responding to him.

"Land immortals, it's not what I want."

"The way of light is ...... now"

It was high enough that someone who would one day touch the immortal realm would voluntarily give up the Daoji.

Since the age of six, the clear air that has never leaked a breath has been circulating for a week, and it has collapsed.

Mu Shanxue's temples turned pale in an instant, holding the sword, and said calmly:

"Poor Dao Mu Shanxue uses this as a junior disciple to exchange merit."

"Mu Shanxue uses this as a junior disciple to open a way for a living."

"Mu Shanxue uses this as a junior disciple to change his life."

The three voices are louder than the other, rolling into the sky, the emperor of the world is a word, the immortals of the world are sealing the mountain in a word, the Dongfang family deceived the world and changed the Dongfang Ximing to be safe, and Mu Shanxue exchanged the possibility of becoming a land immortal for these three sentences, and used his own Dao base to feed the world and make a deal with the ruthless avenue of heaven and earth.

The thunder grew louder and louder.

He uttered the last word.

"I'll take care of the robbery."

There was a rumbling thunder between heaven and earth in response, with the connection between Chong and the blood of his fingertips, Mu Shanxue laughed, and suddenly rushed towards the rain of arrows and the galloping iron horse, the iron horse was like flowing steel, and Mu Shanxue was like the white snow flying down from the mountain, cold and ethereal, as if the real immortal had fallen into the mortal dust.

He crashed into the iron cavalry and the rain of arrows, tearing apart the charging formation,

He tore apart a whole piece of the enemy alone, at the cost of cutting off the future of the land immortals, the sword qi soared to the sky, the people in the sky fell one after another, the war drums were chopped into pieces by the sword qi of the human world, and the war horse neighed and fell to the ground, being trampled by the iron horse that followed closely.

The Taoist's white robe was stained red with blood, he didn't know how many people he had repelled, the sky had really darkened, there was a light hovering like a fire dragon in the distance, and countless torches were like stars falling on the ground.

Reinforcements from the Western Regions Protectorate have finally arrived.

Mu Shanxue looked at the iron cavalry who was about to charge to the death and drown herself, holding her sword, and laughed softly:

"Little junior brother, you may have to go and see those scenery by yourself."

He said: "Senior brother is a little sleepy, this time, he may have to sleep a little longer." ”

The history books record the events of this day.

Weiming Zong Mushan Xue was cut off for 270,000 people, in front of the Dragon Swallow Valley, blocking the cavalry charge of the Western Regions for a whole hour, and finally the sky was already dark, and countless torches fell from the sky in the distance, like falling stars, that was the reinforcements of the Metropolitan Protectorate, and there were thousands of corpses of people and horses lying on the side of the steep terrain.

It was as if countless blood had fallen from the sky, revealing the tragedy that could only exist in the barbaric era.

They didn't find the Taoist priest, only a sword remained.

The 170,000 iron troops of the Western Regions Protectorate and the more than 200,000 saved people were half-kneeling in the Dragon's Swallow Valley.

The younger generations of Daomen monks don't understand, Daomen Qing Xiu is the most taboo two things, one is the battle in the military array, the other is the court to calculate, this predecessor did this, equivalent to a lifetime of Qing Xiu, so far dispersed, if there is reincarnation, it is very likely that several lives are short-lived.

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The little Taoist priest of Wei Ming Sect Chonghe had a dream, in which her body was occupied by someone and she was very scared, but then she dreamed that her senior brother was holding her hand and talking to herself, and she didn't know why she wasn't scared, and then she didn't know how long it was, and that thing suddenly disappeared.

She had forgotten the content of the dream, and she remembered that her senior brother was protecting her.

She stretched and woke up, and when she woke up, she was still a little shy, how could she dream of her senior brother? It's too shameless, if he knows, he'll make fun of him again.

Yes, you must not tell him.

However, if he asks well, it is not impossible......

She smiled so much that a small pear vortex came out of the corner of her mouth, full of pride.

At this time, she found that the master and the master were standing next to her, and she was startled, thinking if she was lazy to sleep, and when she found out to the two elders, she puffed out her cheeks, thinking that the senior brother often slept until three o'clock in the morning, and she had to come to cover for the morning class, so she would never be found by the masters, which was not fair.

She was about to get up, but she was held down by the Jade Crown Daoist on the shoulder, and the always indifferent Daoist said softly:

"Lie down and get some rest."

Chonghe blinked, not understanding what was happening, but he still lay down obediently, listening to the two elders shushing and asking for warmth, and when he heard and asked her what she wanted to eat, he suddenly couldn't help laughing and said:

"Senior brother said he wanted to buy me buns...... Oh, yes, what about the buns? ”

She remembered the incident, raised her thin eyebrows, deliberately pretended to be vicious and grinded her teeth, and said, "Senior brother said he would buy it for me, but I haven't eaten it yet!" No, he must have cheated again! ”

"I'll have to ask him to pay me."

"Master, I don't want Senior Brother to violate the door rules, just, Senior Brother said to take me out in two months, and it will be good to give it back to me at that time."

Thinking of the lazy senior brother, the little Taoist priest Chonghe's words were a little unconfident, and added.

"If you don't have any money, you can continue to give you some more time."

The Jade Crown Daoist whispered, "He agreed to take you out?" ”

The little Taoist priest's eyes were bright, and he nodded heavily:

"Yes, I said that I want to go to Penglai Island, I want to go to Jiangnan, I want to go to Saibei and Chongyun Tower, Hanging Pavilion, Tianshan and Sea of Clouds, I haven't been able to see it, I have to go, and there are still ......"

The little Taoist priest with his hair scattered was full of pride, folded his hands and counted it, and suddenly snickered again, and said.

"I heard that there is a tree growing on the mountain in the extreme south, I don't know when there is a silver bell on the tree, every morning the wind blows from the valley and ravine, the sound of the silver bell ringing is very clear, I don't know if I can find it, senior brother he is so lazy, he must not want to find it on the road, then I will pretend to be angry, as long as I don't speak, senior brother will panic, not so lazy."

Her face was full of happiness and carefree as before.

The head of the Weiming Sect couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and turned his head away,

The eyes of the Jade Crown Daoist were slightly red.

Chonghe noticed the appearance of the two division commanders, she was a little confused, turned left and right, but did not see the familiar figure, and said curiously:

"Senior Uncle, Master, why is Senior Brother not here?"

The two of them shuddered and did not answer. Chonghe would be wrong, embarrassed to say:

"It must have been going to bed again, it's all this time, haven't you gotten up yet?"

"I'll call him, Master, don't punish him, okay?"

The little Taoist priest just jumped down in a white undershirt, a pair of white feet stepped on the ground bare, the jade crown Taoist took a deep breath, ready to speak, the palm of the sect held his palm, but was shocked by the jade crown Taoist, and when they looked over, they saw the little Taoist stopped at the door in a daze.

There was a table at the door, and a sword was placed on it, and there was no more scabbard.

The body of the sword was already covered with cracks, and the warm sunlight fell on the body of the sword, and the wind blew, passing through the cracks on the body of the sword, making a soft, pleasant sound, like Mu Shanxue's tone blown out with willow leaves.

Chong and distracted muttered:

"Big Brother ......"

It's March, and there is a spring breeze like more than ten years ago, blowing through the frozen water surface and blowing into the house, and then, in the Weiming Sect, the Tongchen Sword that represents the way of Weiming.

Shattered.

The sword turned into a powder that could no longer be seen, mixed with the spring breeze, and passed through the tips of the little Taoist's hair.

Like a lazy Taoist priest, reaching out and rubbing her hair, laughing.

"Little junior brother."

"We're going to be ...... long way forward."

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