Chu.

Stargazing platform.

The master stood on the pedestal in a shirt, surrounded by white pigeons, and he stared at the girl in the robe in a daze.

The peeping talisman cracked in the fold, the hexagram flag was shaky, and a light condensed in the girl's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

She looked tired and rubbed her eyebrows, "The sky is obscured, and there is chaos. ”

The master shook his head and said weakly: "If the news of Zhao Guo is true, Gu Chang'an will be more than lucky. ”

In fact, he also knew that it was impossible for the spies carefully cultivated by Zhao Guo to joke about this kind of news.

"Master, the Central Plains can only watch the fire from the other side......" Li Ping's eyes were confused, could it be that Gu Changan couldn't wait for reinforcements all his life?

The elegant old man paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and whispered:

"A helping hand must be helped."

Then he had a serious expression:

"Do you still remember the Xishu battlefield, the sword of the Three Kingdoms Alliance?"

Li Ping thought about it, at that time, the three kingdoms each took a wisp of national fortune and condensed a sword to resist the barbarian saints, but the effect was not satisfactory, and he only insisted on half a stick of incense for a while, and turned into powder.

"The sword of national fortune can cross Shenzhou in an instant, because the lonely city is the territory of the Central Plains, it will fall into the hands of Gu Chang'an."

After a pause, the master added:

"Sticking to the territory is his obsession, and he may be able to explode his power and create miracles."

His words are no longer firm, more like he is perfunctory.

Li Ping was silent, the power of the Sword of National Fortune had been confirmed, and even the peak drive of the Enlightened Immortal could not shake the saint.

The observatory fell silent for a moment.

Both sides are very clear that this move cannot make up for the disparity in strength, but only that the principle of neutrality should do something.

is even more cruel, before dying, let Gu Changan feel the warmth of the common people in Shenzhou, and pass away without regrets.

The master waved the ink and wrote the book, and the six white doves flew in all directions.

"I'll go and convince Your Majesty." His arm fell silently, and he stepped out of the stargazing platform.

Li Ping pursed her lips, her eyes staring at the sky in a daze, she thought that any story with ups and downs should have a happy ending, not a tragic ending.

……

Soochow.

The Imperial Study.

An old man with snow-white silkworm eyebrows and a serious hunchback stood with the piano on his back, and there were still scorch marks on the tail of the piano.

"Qin Gong, what a bad idea the master of the academy came up with!" Emperor Wu stood up and rebuked angrily:

"The national fortune is related to every household in Jiangdong, so you can't be careless!"

"Your Majesty, those who hold salaries for all must not be frozen to death in the wind and snow." Qin Gong's voice was low.

"Do you dare to guarantee that Gu Changan will survive?" Emperor Wu's face turned red, and he stared at him for a long time:

"I all thought that I was cowardly and selfish, if I could save Gu Chang'an with a sword, I would never hesitate!"

"Just a tiny wisp." Qin Gong reminded in a whisper.

"I don't agree!" Emperor Wu was resolute and asked rhetorically:

"What percentage of chances does Gu Changan have to survive under the saint?"

"Less than half of it." Qin Gong replied truthfully, he understood the emperor's stubbornness, but there were some things that had to be done, just like Anxi's heroic soul had persisted for sixty-three years without retreating.

"Yicheng doesn't have it, Shenzhou is betting on national fortune?" Emperor Wu suddenly felt that the master of the academy was unreasonable.

"Your Majesty!"

The only martial arts saint in Eastern Wu had a serious expression and a rare accentuated tone:

"What is this loss of national fortune compared to the defeat in the Battle of the Western Regions?"

"If you win, the fortunes of the country will skyrocket!"

"And Gu Chang'an is alive, which can make the Central Plains generals more combative."

"When malaise and failure enveloped the Central Plains, he alone sounded the horn of struggle, maybe he did not have the ability to govern the world, but for the Central Plains, he did his best."

Looking at the red-faced and passionate Qin Gong, Emperor Wu turned his head and whispered:

"There must be a law for all major things, and they must be gradual and gradual, not one step to the sky."

"Let me think about it for a while before making a decision."

Qin Gong's face was expressionless: "Could it be that His Majesty wants to see the six countries gather, just send Dongwu?" ”

Emperor Wu's expression was stiff, he was afraid that he would be a maverick, and he didn't want to send troops to the Western Regions, but he was forced to be caught in it.

The sword of national fortune will definitely not be able to save Gu Chang'an, but the people of the Central Plains don't think so, they will be sure that it is caused by Dongwu's on-wall observation, and then they will ......

"I'm going to do wood work, Jiangdong Sheji is up to you!" Emperor Wu flicked the sleeves of his robe angrily and left the imperial study angrily.

The wooden pavilions and pavilions in the flower garden, and the wooden bridges and railings, are all carved by his own hands, which are regarded as treasures.

"Take Gu Changan's portrait." Emperor Wu looked at the personal eunuch, his anger gradually subsided, and sighed:

"I'll make a puppet and keep it as a souvenir."

"Throughout history, most of the heroes ended badly, and dying on the eve of victory was the most pathetic."

"That's why I never wanted to be a hero."

……

The Scarlet Lonely City.

Sitting at the head of the city with white hair and red robes, his feet dangling in the air, he picked up a piece of shortbread, looked at it in front of his eyes, took a small bite, and chewed it slowly.

"It's the smell of childhood, isn't it?" Carpenter Qin was holding a wilted peach blossom branch in his arms, and there were only three peach petals left in the branch.

"Hmm." Gu Changan nodded, a flash of nostalgia flashed in his clear eyes.

"Hehe......" Carpenter Qin grinned.

Since the death of Mrs. Guo, no one will make this kind of Chang'an shortbread, and it just so happens that the old lady of the royal family knows a little bit about it last time, and he learned a hand before parting.

"Chang'an, let's get out!" Carpenter Qin's chapped face was full of smiles, the Central Plains should come to take over the territory, and more than sixty years of perseverance will eventually usher in the moment of handover.

Gu Changan stared at the end of the yellow sand roll, immediately put down the shortbread, and urged:

"Hide, quick!

”

Without waiting for Grandpa Qin to ask, he dragged and jumped off the city, and Carpenter Qin knew that he was a burden, so he staggered to beckon the women and children to hide in the underground cave.

With no peach blossom branch in front of him, Gu Changan's mind was about to explode, and a burst of pain destroyed his consciousness for a short time.

He walked out of the house with a leaping stride.

Thirty miles from home, a purple-brown vulture swooped head-on, its wings folded like a begonia that had only been heard of.

"What does this city look like, a milestone."

The person who came was in a black hat and robe, with a thick brown beard, and the beard under the chin was neatly trimmed, and there was not a single mess.

Helian Dian, the begonia of evil, stepped into the holy realm six years ago.

He stared at this young man who had single-handedly turned the Holy City upside down, and the four and a half lotus petal marks on his forehead indicated that he only had four years of life left.

The relics that the Buddha arranged before his death had no solution to cause and effect, but it was a pity that the crown of the gods could not wait so long.

"Are you going to destroy my home?" Gu Changan was motionless, thirty zhang away from the vulture.

"Your home?" Helian Dian, with a proper smile on his face, showed an elegance from top to bottom, and said softly:

"The sun and the moon are all divine land, and sooner or later they will all belong to the empire, so it's just a matter of taking it now."

After stroking the vulture, his figure floated to the ground, his five fingers slowly clenched into fists, and the power of a saint spread.

"Please." He smiled undiminishedly.

In the line of sight, the scarlet wood sword came into the air, and the first time I saw this strange qi machine, it was indeed terrifying.

It is like a sin that is far more cruel than killing, which can strip the soul of the gods, and make people's minds have nowhere to hide.

The blood-colored sword qi progressed layer by layer, and at the moment when the net landed, Helian Dian's toes were pointed, and the loess within a radius of three miles was overturned, which showed the swiftness of the forward momentum.

Rumble!

A clean punch slammed into the sword net, the corrosive qi collapsed and died, the yellow sand rattled, and everything returned to peace.

I saw that the poor madman was rooted in place, still standing steadily, Heliandian's fist was even stronger, and he smiled lightly:

"Let you have three moves, and two more moves."

The saint is arrogant, and no matter how hot the decree is, he believes in his fist.

"You haven't been baptized by the aura, so naturally you can't see through your cultivation, and it is speculated that you should be above the great grandmaster and below the enlightened one."

"Please."

Helian Dian's demeanor was lightly described, and he made a posture with his back hand.

Destroying heroes with your own hands is an honor, and it is also the most bragging record for the rest of your life!

The world does not despise bullying the weak, but how can a madman be a weak? Coming to this bloody lonely city is enough to bring unprecedented shock, it is the most powerful symbol of the dark powerhouse.

The white hair danced in the wind, Gu Changan's eyes were still clear, but he subconsciously reminded him that if he didn't drive away the thief, the house was about to be gone.

"Get out!"

The sky suddenly fell with goose feather snow, and the snowflakes only covered the place where he was standing, covering Gu Changan's ankles, and the crystal clear ice edges reflected the increasingly blood-red long sword in the air.

"Vision ......" Heliandian's smile gradually disappeared, and the saint caused a vision, and he deeply understood that he had met a peerless freak.

He bent his knees slightly, and jumped up like a black fox preying on the snowfield.

The distance was quickly shortened, the killing qi of the blood sword skyrocketed several times, Gu Chang'an was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his wrist shook out a sword-swinging action, picking off the sword blade snowflake yellow sand, and accurately hitting the black hat and black robe.

Suddenly, Helian Dian's consciousness was confused, but with his strong internal force, he regained consciousness in an instant.

If it is an ordinary enlightened person, I am afraid that he will go directly to the blood sword and bow to the blood sword to receive grace and face death.

His thoughts turned sharply, and his fist had already touched the placket of the red robe, and it collided deeply, immediately exploding a huge blood hole.

The shadow of the fist was dim, and the outside of the city was as bright as night.

Gu Changan flew out upside down, his body was very embarrassed, he crashed into the loess mound, and overturned the severed head that had not been cleaned up a few years ago.

He was bleeding all over, his heart seemed to be smashed by a hammer, and his chest was not painful to the bone marrow.

Bang!

Helian Dian took a few steps back, staring at his arm in a daze, the sleeve of his robe being shredded, revealing a scar from the sword qi scratching.

"One more trick!" He smiled reluctantly, the battle was not perfect.

Gu Changan wanted to stand up with his sword, but he didn't have any strength in his limbs, and he was more afraid of losing his home than the pain of breaking bones inch by inch.

Looking at the madman's movements of constantly turning back, and his pale face in panic, Heliandian suddenly fell silent, this kind of spiritual belief is really terrifying.

"Let go of the obsession, the decline of the Central Plains is beyond your control, if unity can achieve anything, what do you want God to do?"

"The Frankish Dynasty and the Byzantine Empire in distant places, the Sassanid Empire and the Mobei Turks west of the Western Regions, none of them have a glorious and long history, and they do not submit to the authority of the abyss."

"It won't help if Dongtu Shenzhou stubbornly resists, sooner or later."

"History is written by the victors, and when the civilization of China is gone, future generations can make it up as much as they want."

"A traitor to the Central Plains, holding the territory for the empire, can sing and cry, and is worthy of praise!"

Heliandian's voice is magnificent, of course, there is no need to be verbose about ants, but in the face of such a legend, it is really panicked not to say a few words before saying goodbye.

Seeing that the other party had been staring at the bloody city wall, with unprecedented loss in his eyes, Helian Dian lost the mind to talk again, and said with a slight smile:

"I'm done."

"It's all in the fist."

……

Meanwhile.

Chang'an Taimiao.

The empress's eyes were red, and she watched as the Tang Dynasty's dragon qi disappeared at the end of dusk.

She could no longer stand, her elbows propped on the windowsill, and a tear fell without warning.

"Your Majesty......" Pei Jingshu stepped forward to help, and she was also pale.

If Gu Changan is the hero of the Central Plains, then he is the spiritual pillar of the Tang Dynasty and a beacon for His Majesty's confused future.

It was the knowledge of the existence of Gu Chang'an in the lonely city that awakened the fighting spirit that His Majesty could only see in her when he first ascended the throne.

And Gu Chang'an, who shed the last drop of blood for the Tang Dynasty, did not wait for reinforcements until he died, and did not see the hope of victory in the Central Plains.

"It's okay for me." Li Wan closed his eyes to calm down his painful emotions, and when he opened his eyes, he was overflowing with murderous intent, "Whoever kills you, sooner or later, I will skin him and cramp him, and the corpse will kneel in front of your grave!" ”

"Spread the decree, the army will swear to go tomorrow!"

"Yes." Pei Jingshu left quietly, she knew that His Majesty wanted to be alone.

Yanmen Pass, the origin of the Heavenly Dao Spiritual Qi descending on Shenzhou, at this moment, the seven dragon qi gathered together, like a white rainbow running through the sun, and the vision was surging.

In just a moment, it condensed into a seven-colored long sword, so dazzling that people didn't dare to look at it directly.

However, this sword did not make the eyes of anyone who cultivated in Guan Pass feel stinging, but instead made them intoxicated.

Sword of the Central Plains!

Li Bai's heroic words in the past have now been realized in the sword body-

You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!

The sword qi reflected the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, as well as the Great Wall of Wuyue, which seemed to encompass the land of Shenzhou, and it seemed that there was nothing.

There is no wonder in the world more than this.

In an instant, a sword pierced the sky, rushing into the Jade Gate Pass at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

"Are you going to set up a horse for the barbarians in the Western Regions War?" There are swordsmen eager to try.

Who knew that a warrior of the Gongsun royal family had a sad expression and roared loudly:

"We will recommend Xuanyuan with blood and swear to avenge Gu Changan!"

There was a dead silence at Yanmen Pass, and in the countless terrifying eyes, the atmosphere was gradually depressed.

"It's a barbarian saint...... Gongsun Warrior looked up to the sky and sighed, full of a strong sense of powerlessness.

How many people in the Central Plains can become holy in the future and have the ability to avenge Gu Changan?

You can only kill a few more brute dogs on the battlefield!

Everyone's faces are related, this sword represents the Seven Kingdoms, and it also represents the common people of Shenzhou, go to Gu Chang'an......

Go and give it to him......

Condole.

At the beginning of the Xishu battlefield, the power of this sword could not shake the saint, Gu Changan was not yet twenty-four years old, he could rely on his natural will to slaughter ten thousand armies, but the gap between heaven and earth qi was irreversible.

In this way, Zhongyuan could only make him feel less regret in the spirit of heaven and feel a trace of warmth and comfort.

……

Meanwhile.

The brilliance exploded, the vision of the saint heaven and earth hung high in the air, the dusk heaven and earth were clear, the choking smell of sand and dust was also transparent, and the fist was so bright.

Gu Changan pierced the fire in his arm, and the blood sword surged again, but before it fell, he saw a sword.

Helian Dian also sensed the sword of national fortune, and the direction of his fist stopped abruptly and turned to the colorful sword.

Rumble!

With a violent collision, the colorful sword body was crumbling, and the light was still not cracking, and it flew towards the territory of the lonely city.

Helian Dian's back of his hand rubbed blood marks one after another, and a few drops of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but he was still smiling and always maintained an elegant standing posture.

He could have smashed the madman with one punch just now, but he was inevitably injured by the National Fortune Sword.

Decide in an instant, or prepare to make the fourth move, there is no need to be injured for the mortal.

Human nature is about like this, Zhe Lansu didn't dare to make a desperate gamble to lose his troops, Yue Jiuling didn't want to involve the nine clans and covered the lid, Hu Yanshou didn't want to lose his power and stepped into the dark spring step by step.

Things in the world are often just a matter of thought.

Gu Changan stared at the colorful sword in a daze, just like when he was a child, he often looked at the east from afar and always prayed for hope, and his soul told himself that he should hold it when hope came.

He pushed out the palm of the flesh and blood mold lake, and the colorful sword hilt just fell down well, without the slightest difference.

The white-haired red robe tilted his other arm slightly, wiped the blood from his face indiscriminately, and stood up again.

Helian Dian closed his eyes and silently gathered momentum, he still had the chance to win, just like the smile on his face was elegant and decent.

"Do you know what is the most beautiful thing in the world?" Gu Changan's voice was hoarse, he remembered that he had said this sentence once, but he didn't seem to have said it.

"It's pure, it's the extreme, it's the deepest obsession."

"I held the beauty."

Swing two swords at the same time.

It is as if it has taken away all the splendor of heaven and earth, and the countless creations in nature.

Colorful light and bloody black mist are intertwined, presenting a strange color sword curtain.

The wind howled, and Gu Changan's white hair fluttered.

He opened his arms, his red sleeves waving in the wind.

His blood gushed from the knots of his body.

His qi swept wildly towards the desert around him.

"This sword, the empire has tried......"

Helian Dian's five fingers slowly clenched, and the qi in his body was like a collapsed embankment, gushing out in a steady stream.

After a pause, he smiled meaningfully:

"But that's it!"

Half of the sky became dark, and a rumbling rolled in, and all the forces of heaven and earth gathered in one punch.

Rumble!

A sword is world-weary and kills, a sword is vast, and two swords are slashed at the same time......

Vulture!

At the moment when he slammed into Gu Changan's chest at close range, Helian Dian realized the ridiculous behavior of the madman, he finally stopped being elegant, and collided with a hideous face.

Gu Changan flew upside down, his heart was broken, his limbs were shattered, only his muscles and bones were hanging, and blood was oozing from his pores.

He couldn't contain his excitement like a child who won a bet, and laughed unbridledly:

"Why don't you have a long memory, beat me like this, I can't die, you should break my head!"

Heliandian struggled to stand firm, and the vultures that ran away were cut into pieces, and the abyss treasure that had accompanied him for three years was lifeless.

"Hannu, you damn it!

”

His expression was extremely embarrassed, and when the holy power returned, he could see the shocking scene in an instant.

The white-haired and red-robed robe slowly got up, and the qi flowed back like a dead tree in spring, and even the blood that had not yet dripped flowed back into the body again, and the chest was visibly healed.

"I'm stronger at killing." Gu Changan smiled even more, showing off like a child.

The two swords are in the air, and the colorful sword is also the most perfect obsession he adheres to in his heart.

Helian Dian was like being struck by lightning, and he frantically wanted to condense the holy power again, but with the venting of the last punch, the holy power dried up a lot.

He fell for it hook line and sinker?

A madman will also be a maniac?

For some reason, he felt an invisible noose around his neck, and the qi around him had become increasingly cruel.

"Kill!" Helian Dian hung up in the air, this time he changed his right arm and swung his fist, and there were countless afterimages everywhere he passed.

But the two swords, one left and one right, slashed forward, rushing at an almost relative speed, and the colorful sword slashed towards the fist like thousands of sword qi.

"Get out!" Helian Dian flickered and moved, the corners of his robe could avoid the colored sword, but the biggest sense of crisis so far came to his heart.

Suddenly raising his head, the killing blood sword was slashed, and he no longer had the internal strength to resist, so he could only watch his body being pierced.

Heaven and earth are silent.

"Laughing?" The bloodied figure staggered over, looking at him innocently.

Helian Dian squirmed his fingers, life was passing and dying, he couldn't figure out how to create a record that shook the past and the present.

Himself is hanging on the pillar of shame.

"Why don't you laugh!" Gu Changan stuffed his heart and lungs back into his stomach, vomiting blood as he spoke.

"Take away all the national fortunes of the Central Plains, you open the gate of heaven!

”

Helian Dian roared before he died, this is the most terrifying monster in the world, he can completely transcend and become a land immortal.

"Central Plains ......" Gu Changan muttered to himself, returning to look at the city, "That should also be my home, how can I destroy my home?" ”

He picked up the colorful sword, looked at the dying thief, and scolded angrily:

"You're very annoying, I'll hack you to death, cut a sword, and cut another sword!"

Gu Changan slashed at the corpse, and then he was really exhausted, lying in the blood and soil with his eyes closed and resting, babbling and talking:

"Go back, go back, I'll take care of my house."

……

Beiliang, Yumen Pass.

Zhang Yifang was still stationed at the lookout as usual, except for the time when he saw off Liu Shang, he never left his post.

"With us defending against the enemy at the border, we will save the people of our hometown from defending against the enemy at our doorstep."

"In the decisive battle of the Western Regions, we will be the vanguard, are you afraid?"

He looked solemn and looked around at the faces of the soldiers on the border.

"Don't be afraid!"

"The family and the country hate it, the enemy will not retreat, I will not retreat!"

The soldiers are sonorous and powerful.

Who is not afraid of death, but in order to protect the bones of the ancestors and protect the fathers and villagers, death will also become noble.

"Good!" Zhang Yifang shook his head heavily and said sharply:

"Liangzhou has many righteous people since ancient times, and the sad songs of Kang have left a green history!"

Suddenly.

He looked up.

The border generals raised their heads one after another.

A colorful sword flew in, and a miserable corpse hung from the body of the sword!

What a shocking scene?

A sword hung the corpse and flew out of the jade gate.

"That'...... That seems to be the qi of a saint? Zhang Yifang's hole shrank suddenly, and he sensed a thick residual holy power in the corpse.

A sword to slash a saint?

How is this possible!

The rest of the generals cultivated to be mediocre, and they couldn't see the appearance of the corpse clearly, but the colorful sword was fleeting, and when passing through Liangzhou, the tip of the sword fell, and that wisp of national fortune returned to Beiliang.

Ruan Xian stood on the top of the mountain, his figure swaying slightly, and his eyes were shocked.

Slash the saint!

……

Yanmen Pass.

Countless warriors cultivated cross-legged, but when they thought of the death of the heroes of the world, flames of hatred for barbarians burst out in their eyes.

Gu Changan has been alone in the dark for so long, and he is about to welcome the dawn!

The brute dog is like this, he always thinks that he can destroy the spirit of Huaxia, but the flames have already burned the plain, and Gu Chang'an's spirit has long been imprinted on the land of Shenzhou.

On the stairs of the Great Wall, Gongsun Ge suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

Far above the sky, suddenly six colors filled the air, a sword came from the east, and the blood of the corpse was sprinkled.

He suddenly thought it was an illusion, the face of the abominable begonia would never be fake, and when the six-colored sword got closer and closer, he suddenly smiled and his face was full of wrinkles.

Gongsun Ge looked around at Yanmen Pass and said in a loud voice:

"Gu Chang'an in the Central Plains, behead the saint today!

”

It was as low as thunder, and it reverberated between heaven and earth.

Countless warriors subconsciously raised their heads, and a sword flew over their heads, and a few drops of blood fell on the tips of their hair, faces, and palms.

They seemed to have witnessed the most incredible scene in the world, and they all fell silent.

Until the six-colored sword disappeared, countless people were excited, and their eyes turned red.

"Central Plains Gu Chang'an, behead the saint today!"

"Central Plains Gu Chang'an, behead the saint today!"

The sound shook the sky, like the drums of heaven and man, like the collapse of the earth, and the Yanmen Pass was completely boiling!

……

Chang'an City.

The Imperial Study.

The empress's eyes were hollow and her cheeks were haggard:

"I carried the coffin and went out on the expedition, vowing to take Gu Chang'an back with dignity, I am ashamed of him and his suffering over the years."

"Your Majesty, there may be a miracle." Pei Jingshu cautiously persuaded her, but she herself was like a knife.

Guilt not only tortured His Majesty, but also destroyed the people of the Tang Dynasty, knowing that Gu Changan had endured so much despair, but the feeling of powerlessness was too painful.

"Miracles, I hope for miracles." The empress seemed to be talking to herself, and suddenly patted the royal eucalyptus, her eyes stagnant:

"A miracle came."

Pei Jingshu was confused, and even thought that His Majesty was insane, but His Majesty rushed out of the imperial study like crazy.

When she also walked out, she happened to see the hilt of the sword hanging over the Taimiao, turning into a national fortune and landing.

And the half-cut four-colored sword was hanging a corpse, and the corpse had a hideous face and brown eyes.

"He did it!" Pei Jingshu suddenly squatted on the ground, and all the pressure was released heartily.

Just like the endless barbarian siege, Gu Changan stood there without retreating, no matter what enemy, no matter what despair, he still stood next to the banner.

"Slash the Saint!" The empress had tears in her eyes, but she smiled like a flower for a moment.

……

Koto.

Emperor Wu sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, concentrating on carving puppet figures.

"Your Majesty, he won!"

The hunchbacked and white-eyed piano man jumped down from the eaves.

Emperor Wu frowned deeply, although Duke Qin had the right to enter and leave the palace at will, he also didn't want the other party to fly over the Nine Palaces.

"Gu Chang'an slashed the saint!

"Qin Gong's face is ruddy, and the things that can make him emotionally out of control have been this for decades.

Although he was excited that Anxi's heroic soul was defending the territory of the Central Plains, after all, he had only heard of it, and that kind of impact would be greatly reduced.

But the Dongwu National Fortune was handed out by him, which is equivalent to indirectly participating in this battle, and the kind of horror of slashing the saint can penetrate the soul.

Emperor Wu was so frightened that the wood withered fell, and he looked incredulous:

"I carved my eyes, nose and ears......

Suddenly.

He finally noticed the change in the fortunes of the country, and a wisp of the fortunes of the country returned to Jiangdong, and even because he had cut off the enemy, he faintly added a lot.

"Here we are." Qin Gong looked up.

A sword flew at a gallop, only the three colored small halves remained, but the corpse was still hanging steadily, the blood no longer fell, and the saint's residual power was almost gone.

"Begonia of Evil?" Emperor Wu was dumbfounded, and his heart beat violently like a drum.

Qin Gong bowed his head and repeated:

"Gu Chang'an slashes the saint!"

Emperor Wu waved his arm suddenly, and finally had a bit of a domineering imperial appearance, and he roared excitedly:

"Mother, I'm all excited!

”

"Shenzhou's national fortune is gathered in one sword, and one sword is passed into the Western Regions, Gu Chang'an will kill the saint!"

"The so-called saint is nothing more than a chicken and a dog."

Qin Gong's expression stiffened slightly.

"I didn't mean you ......," Emperor Wu hurriedly explained, incoherent due to excessive excitement:

"Barbarian saints, vain reputation, vulnerable!"

Qin Gong smiled and said softly:

"Your Majesty, Gu Changan has never owed the Central Plains people."

Emperor Wu lowered his arm in embarrassment, and Qin Gong also learned to be yin and yang.

He felt ashamed at the moment, if it weren't for the kind words and persuasion of Gong Qin, he was really reluctant to give a wisp of national luck.

But where is it rare to take care of Chang'an, after killing the barbarian saint, he returned to Jiangdong, and even gave a little extra.

"Before the battle of the Western Regions, the Central Plains will be high-spirited!" Emperor Wu made a loud noise, and Gu Changan once again spread the spirit of China all over the land of China.

Can't be beheaded at the age of twenty-four?

Nothing is impossible!

Qin Gong smiled.

This battle will not only thwart the arrogance of the abyss, but also shake the confidence of the barbarian generals.

It's Gu Changan again!

At that time, I will go to Qiuzi City in person, and I must have a good time with him!

……

"Go to the Central Plains with a sword and take a look at the prosperity of the world."

The master stood tall in the academy, silently watching the sword of national fortune turn to Xishu, and eventually return to nothingness in the Zhao Kingdom.

A sword has circled the land of China!

"The most gifted astrologer in the world actually cried?" He turned to look at the robed girl.

Li Ping wiped away his tears and said in a hoarse voice:

"When I think about this scene, I will have tears in my eyes whenever I think about it."

Sword slash saints, hanging corpses around Shenzhou!

The Seven Kingdoms tacitly handed out a sword just to mourn and mourn, so that the heroic soul smiled at Jiuquan, who would have guessed that Gu Changan would behead the Begonia of Evil?

I don't even dare to think about it!

It is an unprecedented miracle that will bring unparalleled shock!

At the moment of the war, the corpse of the evil begonia is really of great significance to the Central Plains!

It gave the Shenzhou generals courage and the desire for victory!

"Is Gu Changan still alive?" The Master stared at her for a moment.

"It's okay, it's just dying." Li Ping smiled, she carried a peeping talisman with her, and she had been frequently tested before, and she had already imprinted the traces into the talisman.

She fell silent suddenly, bowing her head in shame.

The Master was also silent.

He looked at the excited and excited academy students, and looked at the countless hot-blooded men who shouted "beheading the saint".

When will it start and be dying?

……

Bang dang!

The Barbarian slammed his hand against the surrounding wall, clenching his fists and slamming them against the round table with all his might, until blood dripped.

The twelve inquisitors were silent, and there was a deep complaint hidden in their eyes.

The empire is disgraced again!

I'm afraid it will also cause public resentment this time!

The dignified Abyss Saint, who was exposed to the East Earth, and visited the land of Shenzhou with a sword hanging corpse, is tantamount to a monstrous humiliation for the empire!

And the only way to take responsibility is the crown of the gods.

It was he who instructed the Begonia of Evil to go to the lonely city to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, killing and killing, but it was not Hannu who died.

"How could he behead the Holy ......"

"Impossible!

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The barbarian emperor roared hysterically, and the double child was filled with irreparable hatred.

Bang!

The door of the temple was kicked open, and the Abyss Messenger and the old monster of the Tuoba Clan walked coldly.

"Do you know what the Central Plains saying is?"

"The life of the emperor is not necessarily more precious than the life of a martial arts saint."

"Besides, it's hard to hear, a dog can be a throne, but it's hard to produce a saint out of five million."

The messenger's face was expressionless, and his tone was cold.

"I didn't expect the Eastern Earth to be transported by a sword...... "The barbarian emperor drank blood and went crazy with hatred.

The envoy glanced at the old monster of the Tuoba clan, and then said indifferently:

"The abyss only cares about the result, if the battle of the Western Regions is lost, you will not only abdicate, but also have to wait to be killed!"

The face of Mohu under the mask of the barbarian emperor is completely hideous, if the abyss felt that the evil begonia had the possibility of death, it would have been dissuaded a long time ago, and the indifference there would only prove that no one believed that the Han slave could survive.

Now that it's happened, he has to bear the blame??

The twelve inquisitors looked at each other, and they always felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

At first, it was the old dog who defected, and then the old witch Yue Jiuling, the two of them couldn't hold back and pulled Hu Yanshou into the water, how could the crown seem to be the fourth to take over?

In an instant, they left their absurd thoughts behind, how could things in the world be so outrageous.

Bang!

The blonde old man slammed his fist on the round table, and said abruptly and angrily:

"The battle of the Western Regions must be won neatly, during your reign, the fortune of the empire has dropped significantly, I hope you will be ashamed!"

The barbarian emperor was motionless, and everyone in the world knew that it was Gu Changan's reason, but was his justification useful?

Only action.

"Don't embarrass the Tuoba clan again!" The old monster in the golden mask cursed bitterly and followed the old man with the blonde hair out of the bronze temple.

The abyss is already analyzing this battle, the negligence of the evil begonia is an important reason, the sword of the national fortune is the decisive factor, and the key is that the combat power of the lonely city Hannu can at least be comparable to the enlightened.

"Why are the martyrs of the old world so weird? He was not baptized in the New World. The old masked monster spoke in a half-confused, half-angry tone.

"Dissect, there is nowhere to hide any secrets once you check them!" The blonde old man had a fierce voice.

Disgrace!

Shame on the Abyss Empire!