"Who's dead? Who won't come back? ”

Listening to Bai Yingqi's muttering, Meng Su only felt confused, and asked a few times but couldn't get a response, so he grabbed his collar and shouted:

"Wake up, this is the battlefield! I don't have time to listen to your dreams, can I still fight? ”

Bai Yingqi was shaken several times, and then he came back to his senses, frowned, and said:

"I already made a move just now, but—a Dao master snatched my Blood Pattern Golden Needle!"

"What? I didn't notice anything unusual in the city. Meng Su was shocked, "What level does it have to be to snatch a needle from under your hand?" Ghosts? ”

Bai Yingqi said sullenly: "I'm about to be promoted to a ghost immortal, and this blood pattern golden needle has been cultivated by me for ten years, and if I can take it away in an instant, ordinary ghost immortals really can't do it...... Actually, I've only met one of those who have been able to do that. ”

"Who?"

"Song Yun."

The two Jingguo generals were speechless at each other, and they both saw extreme horror in each other's eyes.

"Impossible!" Meng Su cut the railway, "He has long been dead, the sky is thundering, the ashes are gone, and he is dead!" ”

Seeing that Bai Yingqi was still a little hesitant, Meng Su explained: "In recent years, all countries have joined forces to attack the Tang Dynasty, and it is not easy to attack. ”

"With that person's character, can you still sit still when you see this? We've already killed us all! ”

"That's right." Bai Yingqi shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off the uneasy emotions in his heart, and took a deep breath before saying:

"It seems that there is a Tang ghost immortal from the Northwest Front, maybe a person from Canghaike, and the realm is not low."

"Reasonable." Meng Su nodded.

"That ghost fairy probably planned to surprise us, but when he saw Gao Hanqing in distress, he was forced to make a move and was exposed in advance."

Both of them nodded their heads, trying to forget about the terrible speculation they had made before.

The Anxi people who were famous and shocked the world back then, it is better to forget about it, and don't mention it again.

……

At the head of Anxi City, Gao Hanqing signaled his subordinates to hurry up and rest, but despite his exhaustion, he leaned down to study the corpse left by Jing Jun.

Years of leading troops have given him the habit of paying attention to details and not ignoring any abnormalities on the battlefield.

"There is a problem, these are all congenital masters, but the death is too simple, many wounds are caused by frontal attacks, are these congenital states worse than us?"

Gao Hanqing's face showed a suspicious look, and he remembered the fleeting sense of crisis just now.

He stood up and looked around warily.

There were only 20,000 Beiting troops in the city, gathered together to rest and recuperate, and there were all patrol posts, so it was impossible for outsiders to do so.

At this moment, Gao Hanqing seemed to feel something, his face changed slightly, and he took out a thin booklet from his arms.

This is the swordsmanship that Song Yun passed on to him back then, recording the first few styles of "Nine Swords of Killing the Sky".

Gao Hanqing took it with him and regarded it as a treasure, and often took it out to ponder it.

Because the words on this paper album are full of dragon and snake, which contains Song Yun's killing sword intent!

At this moment, Gao Hanqing keenly sensed that there was a slight fluctuation in the sword intent in these words!

His hands couldn't help but tremble.

"Master, is it you, Master?"

In the desert lonely city, there is only the wind and the noise, and no one responds to him.

The soldiers of Beiting at the head of the city looked sideways one after another, and they were a little surprised to hear the one-armed general keep shouting "Master".

"General Gao's master? Isn't it Song Yun who has killed all the Venerables of all countries? How many years have he been dead. ”

Some people couldn't help but nostalgic: "If that one is still there, how dare Jing Ren be presumptuous?" ”

"Shh, in front of General Gao, it's better to mention these less, it is said that he died miserably......"

Gao Hanqing could hear these people's discussions, but he didn't pay attention to them, just gently rubbed the ink on the paper.

In just a moment, the restlessness of the sword intent had disappeared.

Other martial artists may not have felt such subtle changes, but Gao Hanqing has studied this paper for twelve years and is extremely familiar with it, and no change can escape his eyes.

"What's going on? Could it be that the master still has some backhands left? ”

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

At this moment, a soldier at the head of the city pointed to the distance and shouted happily:

"Retreated, Jingren retreated!"

The soldiers who were on duty at the head of the city looked over.

I saw the flag waving, the camp opened, and the queue of Jingjun was moving away.

"This is retreating?" Gao Hanqing was even more puzzled in his heart.

Although the Beiting Army is elite, it has recently encountered several bloody battles, with many casualties and a lack of people and horses, and its combat strength is less than half.

On the opposite side, there are 100,000 main forces of Jingguo, as long as they attack with all their strength, eighty percent of them can break the city before reinforcements arrive.

Why should this be returned?

Could it really be that the master left some behind? Scaring off the enemy?

Gao Hanqing couldn't help but reverie.

Jing's army really retreated, and the large force disappeared at the end of the desert and never returned.

Whatever the reason, the Beiting Army escaped.

In the evening, a burly general with half-white hair flew in from the east and asked with concern:

"Xiao Gao, are you alright?"

"Zhang Shuai." Gao Hanqing saluted, shook his head and said, "I was caught off guard by the Jingren, but fortunately, they suddenly retreated, and I don't know why." ”

The person who came was the martial saint cultivated by Song Yun himself, the former Shuo Fang Dao Festival envoy Zhang Xianke, and the current marshal of the Tang State.

"Just retreat." Zhang Xianke breathed a sigh of relief, over the years, the Tang Kingdom had encountered enemies on all sides, and he was under great pressure, just hoping to lose less.

"Zhang Shuai, my teacher was ...... back then That's it. Gao Hanqing wanted to ask, but he stopped talking.

He turned his head to look out of the city, the desert was dead at night.

"No matter what, Master is gone after all."

"Alone in the lonely city, powerful in all directions, such a scene is estimated to never be seen again."

"I have to become a martial saint as soon as possible, otherwise how can I keep the foundation laid by my master......

The water curtain shattered, and the light and shadow shook.

Song Yun walked out of the long river of time.

Looking back at the scenes that are happening, he can't help but sigh:

"Time is running out."

This time, he could clearly feel the existence of Tianmen.

and through the gate of heaven, the strange fluctuations that seem to be absent.

The blockade of Yangcheng may not last for a few years.

The most powerful group of heavenly demons and heavenly ghosts in history are about to descend on the world and bring death and destruction to the world as "immortals".

"Only the realm of the early stage of human immortals is not enough to destroy the evil in the heavenly court."

"Within ten years, I must be strong enough, at least at the same level as Qi."

The task was heavy, and Song Yun's heart was filled with a sense of urgency.

As for Gao Hanqing, who is still thinking crankily at the head of Anxi City......

Song Yun is not a nanny, and when he happens to find out that his apprentice is in distress, he will naturally come to the rescue, but he can only rely on himself more.

"Let's start the next crossing."

Retrograde along the riverside, through a hundred years of troubled times, through the Great Xia Dynasty, to an earlier time.

The heroes rise together, and the strong are like forests.

One of the most turbulent eras in the history of the Terrans-

Age of the Five Emperors!