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"Li Taibai" looked down at the dark iron sword that pierced through his chest, and seemed to have not reacted for a while.

A terrible scream rang out.

Wang Chan clearly felt a terrifying force surging towards him along the peerless sword in his hand.

Rumble!

The dim cavern was dusty, and the wind swept through every passage of the cavern, rushing directly out of the cave.

Zhong Nanshan looked up at the change on the top of the mountain, his expression was slightly condensed, his right foot slammed on the ground, and the whole person rushed towards the Tibetan Sword Peak.

And at this moment, another roar sounded, and the towering mountain peak collapsed with a bang.

......

In the ruins, Wang Chan stood in place with a blank expression, a gust of wind blew, and the peerless sword in his hand turned into ashes and dissipated into the world.

Then the world dissipated and the sky-cutting sword intent left by Li Taibai back then.

Then a huge dark crack appeared in front of the world without warning, hideous and terrifying.

Nine Shadow Cracks!

Zhong Nanshan stopped, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he saw the cold corpse of "Li Taibai" in the ruins at the same time.

Zhiwu, who was seriously injured in the distance, looked up at the huge Nine Shadows Crack in the sky, and recited a Buddha name, his face full of compassion.

And Wang Chan, who was standing in front of the crack, suddenly saw a pair of eyes, a pair of dead and dark eyes without a trace of emotion.

A huge palm reached out of the crack, and looking at its trembling posture, it seemed to be excited, excited about what was going to happen next.

The palm of this hand is completely black, and there is a mysterious inscription engraved on it, as if it has the ability to devour everything.

Color, light, life, or soul.

Wang Chan, who had just broken through to the realm of heaven and man, found that he was powerless to move at this moment, although he was finally attacked by "Li Tianbai" and was seriously injured, but the injured heaven man was still a heaven after all.

Zhong Nanshan also had this situation, he only felt that a coercion from the depths of his soul was completely suppressing his body from the inside out.

Fighting the sky is for unyielding.

His eyes burst with light, and he shouted, raising the blue and black giant axe in his hand and slashing down.

The giant axe slammed into the dark palm.

Zhong Nanshan was stunned, obviously he didn't expect things to go so smoothly, and at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Where the pitch-black giant palm was cut by the giant axe, a long river of turbid blood and yellow suddenly flowed out, enveloping the giant axe in an instant. Zhong Nanshan's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly withdrew his weapon.

Even so, the giant axe that was an artifact had already been corrupted for the most part, and all this happened in a short moment, which can only be said to be terrifying.

This long river flowed out of the wound of the pitch-black giant palm, hanging across the void.

The people of the entire Changlong City saw this scene, and a resentful, deadly and evil aura came out of the turbid and blood-yellow river. Those warriors with inferior strength just glanced at it, and they felt their hearts tremble, as if their souls were about to be sucked away by them.

The end is coming.

The unknown little old man in Changlong City looked up at the pitch-black giant palm in the air, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"This is not the place you should be. ”

He threw the wine jug in his hand forward, only to see that the jug turned into a streamer, as if ignoring the barrier of space, and directly hit the back of the giant palm's hand.

A wail that resounded through the heavens and the earth came out from the crack in the Nine Shadows, and the pitch-black giant palm actually shrank back in pain.

The flask bounced back, drawing a parabola in the air, landing right in front of Wang Chan.

"Little one, you owe me a great favor this time. The little old man found a felt hat out of nowhere and put it on his head, stepped on the void with one foot, and the next foot had already appeared on the top of the head of the Nine Shadows Rift.

I saw him pull the upper end of the crack with one hand, and the lower end with the other, and slam it together, and it was actually a forced crack to close the Nine Shadows.

At the same time, he pinched the magic spell with both hands, and one after another Dao runes shining with blue and white light shot out of his hands, nailed into the void one by one.

Wang Chan's body was light, and he regained consciousness again, and he was seriously injured, leaning against the wall, panting heavily. When he looked up at the old man, the little old man in mid-air was also looking at him.

"Boy, do you regret it?"

Wang Chan remembered what the other party said on the hero's floor that day, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he laughed softly: "If there are no regrets in life, how boring it should be!

"Hmph, it's too late. The little old man glared at Wang Chan, turned around and disappeared into the sky.

Looking at the messy scene around him and looking at the dark night sky, Wang Chan was silent for a moment, picked up the pot of wine in front of him and took a sip, and looked up at another even more silent man in front of him: "Take a sip?"

Zhong Nanshan glanced at Wang Chan deeply, and also turned to leave.

"Ahem...... Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, is this the posture that a master in the world should have, it seems that I need to learn a little more. ”

Wang Chan coughed up a mouthful of blood again, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, you'll never wait for that day. ”

An old voice suddenly sounded.

I saw a black and thin old man standing hunched at a distance of ten steps away from Wang Chan, as if he had been standing there.

The old man was covered with a black robe, looked up at Wang Chan, his eyes and pupils seemed to be burning with turquoise flames, and he said with a complicated expression: "I really can't imagine that the little monk who was as weak as an ant at the beginning could reach this point today, compared to you, whether it is me or your master, this life is simply living on a dog." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you have been expelled from Shaolin. When he said this, the old man's eyes were looking at Zhiwu in the distance.

"Old Dog, are you here to send you to death? If you want to make a move, hurry up, don't be slow, don't worry, that monk won't make a move." Wang Chan looked at the Hellfire Venerable, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he chuckled.

When he was still an acquired martial artist, he was not afraid of him, not to mention now, he is simply despising him.

In Wang Chan's eyes, the Immortal Fire Venerable was just an old guy who was on the verge of decaying.

To paraphrase someone's evaluation, that is, the dry bones in the mound.

"Do you think that if you enter the realm of heaven and earth like me, you can win me?"

"The realm is unstable and seriously injured, and you dare to speak wildly, you are simply looking for death!"

The Hellfire Venerable snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and in an instant, one after another secluded green flames rose into the air, condensing skeletons in the air, staring at Wang Chan.

When he was in Black Wind Mountain, Wang Chan could only hide behind Zhizhen.

But now, surrounded by heavy fires, his face has not changed.

"Trick up the mystery!" Venerable Hellfire sneered, waved his right hand forward, and saw the blue flame skeleton in the sky blast through the air and shoot towards Wang Chan, the entire space was filled with the mournful sound of "woo", and the dark night sky was reflected green.

Wait, why didn't he dodge?

Looking at Wang Chan's weird smile, he always felt that something was wrong, as if he had missed something.

But soon he knew.

Bang!

The sky over the entire city of Changlong suddenly became cloudy, a color that was deeper and darker than the night sky, like an abyss.

And in the dark clouds above the Hidden Sword Peak, there was a cyan electric light scurrying around.

Just when those blue flame skeletons were about to devour Wang Chan.

Rumble!

A bucket-thick cyan thunderbolt fell, stopping in an instant, directly slamming into the blue flame skeleton, engulfing it in an instant.

The Immortal Fire Venerable looked up at the smiling face that was fading in the thunder light, a deep fear rose from the bottom of his heart, and his mouth kept murmuring: "I actually want to take advantage of the Heavenly Tribulation, madman, what a madman......"

What will happen to the Interference Heavenly Tribulation, the Hellfire Venerable couldn't be clearer, so he no longer has nostalgia, without saying a word, he turned around and left, but unfortunately, it was too late.

Those people in Changlong City will never forget what happened that night, and they are more and more shocking. In the end, the thunder pond that completely flattened the entire mountain range outside Changlong City once made them wonder if it was the end of the world.

......

An empty world, and the sky is drifting with goose feathers and heavy snow.

At this moment, a light door suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The light gate gradually dissipated, and a figure fell from the sky and slammed into the snow.

This person is none other than Wang Chan, who escaped from the catastrophe.

His face turned pale and he glanced up at his surroundings.

He found that he should be at a ferry, only listening to the neighing of donkeys and horses, the sound of people and cars, and the crowd of people, and no one noticed him falling from the sky.

He glanced into the distance and saw that the river was already frozen.

There were no ferries on the water, and no cars could be driven on the ice, and many of the guests who wanted to cross the river to the south were blocked at the ferry and could not set off. Although there are several inns on the ferry, there is an endless stream of travel from the north, and in less than half a day, it has already been full, and the later merchants have nowhere to stay.

That's what I saw.

Wang Chan tightened his body, and he actually felt a trace of coldness.

Since he started cultivating, he hadn't felt this way for a long time, and he had to find a place to heal his injuries. Of course, we must first understand which plane this is.

Wang Chan followed the flow of people to the town.

One of the largest inns in the town is called "Andu Old Store", which is the color of a safe transition. The inn is so spacious that the merchants who can't find it flock to it, so it's even more crowded.

The shopkeeper tried his best to stuff three or four people into each room, and the remaining twenty or so people really had nothing to accommodate, so they had to sit around in the lobby. The shopkeeper moved the tables and chairs, and a fire was built in the hall.

Outside the door, the north wind was howling, and the cold wind and sleet were squeezing in through the cracks in the door, blowing the fire from time to time. Most of the guests seem to be unable to make the trip tomorrow, and their eyebrows are full of sorrow.

It was getting dark, but the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps coming from a distance. An old guest in the hall frowned and said, "Another guest is coming." ”

The curtain was lifted, and a young man walked in through the doorway, and saw him dressed thinly and his face was horribly pale. In the eyes of everyone, it was obviously frozen by the wind and snow.

At this time, although the lobby was already crowded, when everyone saw the appearance of this young man, they still squeezed each other to make way for a place.

"Thank you. ”

Wang Chan smiled and nodded to everyone, sat down in a corner, and quietly roasted the fire.

A man with a Shanxi accent said: "This weather is really torturous, it thaws for a while, freezes for a while, God really doesn't give people a good life." ”

A short man with a Hubei accent said: "Don't complain, we have a hot fire here, and we have a stable meal to eat, what are you fighting for? As long as you have lived in our siege of Xiangyang, the most bitter part of the world has become a comfortable nest." ”

When Wang Chan heard the words "Xiangyang Siege", he couldn't help but glance at the person who spoke.

Which Xiangyang City he desperately wanted to know.

He opened his mouth and asked, "May I ask my brother, what is the situation in the siege of Xiangyang?"

The Hubei guest said: "You have already heard of the cruelty of the Mongolian Tartars, so there is no need to say more. That year, the Mongolian army of more than 100,000 attacked Xiangyang, and the defenders commanded Master Lu was a mediocre and incompetent person, but fortunately Guo Daxia and his wife fought hard against the enemy......"

When Wang Chan heard the words "Guo Daxia and his wife", he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that he had returned to the Condor plane, so at least he didn't have to worry too much about his own safety.

This time the crossing was not at all out of the will of the little jade cicada, Wang Chan would appear in a place where he shouldn't have appeared, and he suddenly remembered the path that led to the Buddha's light on the top of Songshan Mountain......

Just when he was thinking about this, he only heard the Hubei guest continue: "The hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Xiangyang City are also trying their best to defend the city, and none of them flinched back. Like the villain, who is just a small merchant with a cart, he also moves earth and stones, and exerts all his strength to help defend the city. The big arrow scar on my face was shot at the Mongol Tartars. ”

Everyone looked at his face and saw that there was indeed an arrow the size of a teacup under his left eye, and they couldn't help but be in awe.

Wang Chan came back to his senses, looked at the person who spoke, and smiled: "I have a lot of people in the Great Song Dynasty, if everyone is like a brother, no matter how fierce the Mongolian Tartars are, they can't occupy my country." ”

The Hubei human: "Yes, you see that the Mongolian army has attacked Xiangyang for five or six years, but it has never been able to defeat it, but it is hand-to-hand in other places." I heard that dozens of countries outside the city of the Western Regions have been wiped out by the Mongols, and our Xiangyang has always stood like a mountain. Kublai Khan, the fourth prince of Mongolia, came to the city to supervise the battle, but he couldn't help us Xiangyang people. He said with a smug look.

As he spoke, the Hubei man's tone lowered again: "These Mongolian Tatars are ruthless one by one, and they can't attack the city at once, so they catch the Han people outside the city, tie them under the city and behead them one by one, and tie the children who are four or five, six or seven years old with ropes, let the horses pull them, drag them under the city and run around the city, less than half a circle, and the children have long been out of breath." We heard the cries of the children in the city, and it was like a knife cutting our hearts. The Tartar can scare us into surrender by resorting to such brutal means, but the more vicious he is, the more we will defend it. That year, the grain in Xiangyang City was eaten up, and the water was gone, and even the bark and sewage were eaten and drunk later, but the Tartars never came in. Later, the Tartars had no choice but to retreat. ”

"It's just that since last year, there have been a lot of monks with strong martial arts in Mongolia for some reason, and now Xiangyang City is in danger, and I am afraid that it will not be able to hold it. (To be continued.) )