"Report!!"

"The Great Zhou Iron Cavalry has gathered at the foot of the mountain, and it will attack the mountain tomorrow. ”

The man dressed as a wind media held a short knife at his waist, and he reported the latest news in the lobby.

"Ladies and gentlemen... I have already received definite news that Yunxiao Zhenren has died at the hands of that Xia Guang, which shows that this person's strength is really strong, if you want to withdraw and surrender, it is still too late. ”

The Bailu Daoist looked at the human head pressed by the faint black in the torches of the sea.

In just a few days, everyone can receive every day where the iron cavalry has broken through, and the head of which sect has surrendered directly, cooperated with the inheritance, and then promised to go to the capital for filing and registration.

Some small sects simply disbanded.

In short, where the iron rider trampled on it, it was like a sharp sword slashing from afar, and all that resisted was like withered wood, and had no other effect than to show the edge of the sword.

Black clouds crush the city.

King Shenwu's 30,000 iron horsemen are the black clouds.

The atmosphere was solemn.

The people in the rivers and lakes, the heads of the various sects are sinking like water.

Silent...

It's hesitation.

It's struggling.

It's just that I haven't been firm in my determination yet.

The sword god held the famous sword, sat on the highest cliff here, overlooking the thousands of lights at his feet, and in the dark, his long snow-white hair was tied into a milky way, and it was like waves in the bright wind under the moon.

Seeing the silence, and this slaughter.

She looked up, and there was a faint noise in the distance, and the night was boiling.

There will always be some movement in the 30,000 iron horses, which ordinary people may not be able to detect, but for a person like the sword god who has clear and transparent six senses, it can be glimpsed.

Seeing the silence of the heroes, she also felt depressed.

He turned around and went back to the hut, bathed and changed his clothes, and burned incense in the bronze furnace, holding the famous sword, closing his eyes and feeling quiet.

Kendo is the way of piety and impartiality.

The sword god's sincerity reached the extreme at this time, and I don't know how long it took, suddenly, she opened her eyes, and with a wave of her snow-white long sleeves, she came out of the wind.

She is already extremely talented, and one of the original eight divine skills, "Ten Thousand Swords with the Wind", has already been consummated, and after the immortal came into the world, she was lucky to get the inheritance of a certain person, and all the inheritance of that person was fused with her own strength, and the sword god Blowing Snow was achieved.

Now, she doesn't want to wait.

She's going to take the initiative.

...

The gray tents stretched like mountains.

The patrolling soldiers went back and forth, with the collision of armor and the discipline of footsteps.

At the edge of a simple wooden village, the illuminated brazier is held up by three tied wooden shelves, which emit a warm light in the air one foot above the ground, dispersing wild beasts and preventing incoming enemies.

At the end of this warm light, a figure appeared.

The soldiers on guard bent their bows and arrows and shouted, "Who is coming?"

The bowstring tightened, especially harsh in the night.

In the light of the brazier, the appearance of a person appeared.

The long snow-white hair hangs down behind the shoulders, the end is simply tied up with a black rope, a face like a fairy, not stained with fireworks in the world, the eyes are closed, never opened, and a little cinnabar mole between the eyebrows is set off a little gorgeous.

Snow-white robes, unearthly people, holding an absolutely extraordinary famous sword in his hand.

The thin lips moved twice, and the rolling coquettish voice came out like thunder: "The old man came to visit, asking to see the Shenwu King!"

After saying that, she seemed to know the rules, so she stood at the end of the light flame, waited patiently, holding the sword, and with a sword, she could face the military camp where 30,000 iron horsemen were stationed.

It didn't take long.

King Shenwu, who was wearing civilian clothes, was carrying Fang Tian's halberd and walked out.

When he saw someone coming, he smiled: "There are friends from afar, and they are very happy, why don't you blow the snow and enter the camp?"

The sword god closed his eyes and never opened them, and his vocal cords were helpless: "Why do you always have to stand on the opposite side of the rivers and lakes? More than ten years ago, I went to the capital to kill you, and afterwards I understood your painstaking efforts...

But more than a decade later, why do you want to do this?

You can't just come to us, whether it's drinking, enjoying the flowers, or doing anything.

Why do you want to set off a bloody storm?"

Xia Guang responded gently: "For the sake of this country." ”

"How for the country?"

"Personal martial arts, relying on the mood to arbitrarily enforce the law, each major sect is a country within a country, if it goes on like this, how can the Great Zhou not be chaotic?"

"But we have never interfered in the government!"

"Blowing snow, why don't you understand? With a hotbed, there are infinite possibilities, there is a source of turmoil, if one day you rebel, who can restrain you?

I'm not young anymore..."

Sword God: ....

"Nonsense, you're about the same age as me, aren't you?"

Xia Guang thought about it, it seemed that this was the case, this sentence had been said a little, but he did not panic, and remedied: "I have experienced too many things, and my heart is no longer young."

I'm an old man, and I don't want to watch this country mess up. ”

The sword god was finally excited by the words of the person in front of her, and she took a good look at this "old man".

The stubble is sparse, the black hair is scattered, the curvature of the muscles is hidden in the black casual clothes, the facial lines are hard and cold, and the curvature of the partial lips adds warmth, and the huge Fang Tian painting halberd he is carrying makes him even more immobile, which is full of domineering.

Standing, like a mountain that does not fall.

It's just that...

The sword god couldn't help but curse in his heart, where do you look old?!

However, the master fights and pays attention to the forced style.

The sword god was not to be outdone, "Yes, the years are ruthless, my green hair has now become Huafa, I am also an old woman, in such years, what I want to see is peace, can't you sit down and have a good discussion with us?"

There are certainly some stubborn people in the Daomen, but not all of them are. ”

Xia Guang glanced at her strangely, although her hair was white, it was not white, it was still as white as a snowflake, dusty, like a fairy in the Heavenly Palace, with a sword on her back, and her face was cold, like an inviolable divine fairy.

Are you an old woman?

If you are an old woman, what are nine out of ten women in the world?

Xia Guang shook his head: "You are a person in the rivers and lakes, you don't understand the country, if there is no restraint and no rules, it will not be a square circle.

It's just that I don't want to fight you, and you've been a friend I've known for years. ”

The sword god thought for a moment and sighed: "Yes, twenty years have passed in a flash, and we have all become old men." ”

"Since it's an old man, isn't it good to support the elderly?"

The soldiers listened to the strange conversation between the two men, who seemed to be comparing who was older.

Master battles, is that it?

...

After the time of three sticks of incense.

"I'm getting old!"

The sword god argued with a red face, and the iceberg melted.

Xia Guang took his hand, looked at the starry sky at a glance, and shook his head, it seems that the world can learn from the world, who is older.

"My hair is all gray. ”

"But I also have wrinkles around my waist. ”

"Your eyes are wrinkled. ”

The topic was directed to unknown places.

Burning incense, bathing and changing clothes, the sword god who came by the wind, and the Great Zhou Shenwu King began a strange argument in front of the barracks of the three bowls of iron cavalry.

"I'm an old woman, can't you let me?"

Xia Guang smiled and said nothing.

"Ahh

In a fit of rage, the Blowing Snow Sword God lost her mind, and she took out her sword, her body was like white lightning, piercing the heart of the night, and in an instant, all the flames were suppressed by the sword qi.

By the time the sword was revealed, it was already in front of Xia Guang's eyes, and the flames rose again.

The two faces that were uncertain were so close together.

The crescent branch jammed the blade and made a piercing sound that punctured the eardrum.

The body and mind of the two people were separated with a touch, slashing swords, stabbing halberds, and wielding, the two figures were like ghosts, and the firelight could not shine on the two of them at all.

The soldiers saw the shadows of the two regiments, sometimes colliding and sometimes parting, and the sound of footsteps.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that under the moonlight in the sky, the flames of metal impact exploded again.

The black rope at the end of Chang Fuxue's long hair had long been broken, and her snow-white long hair flowed like a stream, rising backwards, and King Shenwu was on top of her, with a long halberd inserted, smiling: "Yes, I have made a lot of progress over the years." ”

"Don't underestimate me!!"

The Blowing Snow Sword God snorted, and an unimaginable aura lingered in his hand, and an expressionless ancient statue faintly appeared in his figure.

A sword slashes out, shattering the void.

If the space was torn apart, everything felt throbbing and began to rapidly absorb towards the black hole.

The braziers, the wooden frames, the armor of the soldiers, the swords, guns and spears on the ground all rose into the air.

The starry sky cracked bigger and bigger.

The ground is getting more and more chaotic.

But a big hand came out from the side, pinched the sword in the sword god's hand, and flipped it over again.

Starry sky, suddenly!

All things are quiet.

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