Chen Pipi knelt beside Ye Su, looking at the white smoke, his expression was slightly confused, and he was a little painful.

For him, the news of Ye Hongyu's death also means a lot of things, childhood memories, and life in the view, which came to an abrupt end, and there is no companion to share, and at the same time, it means that the tragedy of father and son is against each other.

"It's not the end. ”

He was silent for a moment, and then said, "As long as you live, anything is possible, so why leave?"

As he spoke, the strong man from the Xiling Temple had already been killed in front of the stage, and no matter how devout the Protestant believers were, it was impossible to slow down the pace of these people, they were just shedding blood.

Chen Pipi stood behind Ye Su and began to pack his bags, he was now a waste of snow and mountains, and there was no way to participate in the battle, but he seemed very calm and confident.

After leaving Linkang City, this kind of situation has happened many times, and they have been able to break through the barrier of Xiling Temple every time, and he believes that today will be no exception, even if the white smoke has risen.

Because he believed that she could protect his brother from leaving.

The position where Tang Xiaotang was standing, before him and Ye Su.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion were fighting with those Dao Sect powerhouses, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and blood was swaying from time to time.

She just stood in front of Ye Su and Chen Pipi, did not go anywhere else, holding an iron rod, and when someone came, she smashed it with a stick, accompanied by a thunderous impact, and the enemy spurted blood and flew away.

She's not a big husband.

But when she was in the pass, no one could pass it either.

Looking at this Demon Sect woman who was wearing a thin cotton coat and was not young next year, but still combed a double ponytail like a girl, Xiao Yu's eyes showed strong hostility. More than that, it was shocking.

She understands Tang Xiaotang's hostility very well, she just doesn't understand, thousands of miles away, the Protestants are struggling to survive under the pursuit of the Daomen, the strong man she really relies on is Tang Xiaotang alone, how did she survive until now? Where did the injuries she once suffered go? How much power did there have in that small body?

Tang Xiaotang was indeed very tired.

In the days since she left Linkang City, she has led everyone to break through the four lines of defense of the Xiling Temple, and she has encountered twenty-one battles, in which she has killed three hundred and seventy-one temple powerhouses and been wounded fourteen times - whether the battle is dangerous or uneventful. She is the main general. No matter how minor or severe the injuries were, she was bleeding.

She persevered and did not fall, taking Ye Su and Chen Pipi, the two brothers who were in ruins in the snowy mountains. The more reckless the mountains. Thousands of miles. came to the capital of the Song Kingdom.

She was so tired that she was crumbling, but she still beat people with iron rods. Standing in the audience, singing this beautiful play, no one can take a step.

The sword broke the people and the horses were in chaos, and several Song cavalry who took advantage of the chaos to attack the high platform from the oblique side were swept to the ground by Tang Xiaotang, accompanied by a heavy impact sound, and even the people and horses fell down.

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly brightened, the cyan Dao robe fluttered slightly in the morning light, and the Dao sword in his hand turned into a straight line, piercing the morning breeze and cold, and instantly came to Tang Xiaotang's side.

The cultivator's swords were all flying swords, but her swords did not leave her hand, her wrist and elbow, and it was also a section of that line.

Starting from Ke Haoran and then to Liu Bai, the history of kendo has changed, and true swordsmen are no longer willing to let the sword out of their hands lightly, especially when facing a truly strong enemy.

The blade of the sword was cold, reflecting the residual snow on the ground of the square, piercing Tang Xiaotang's eyes.

Tang Xiaotang didn't close his eyes, didn't blink, stared at the Dao sword that seemed to come with a salty and wet sea flavor, felt the hidden meaning of the sea rain and wind, and waved his stick out silently.

Facing Xiao Yu who knew her fate, she didn't spare her hand, her petite body turned into a scorching stone, and Mingzong Gong squeezed every trace of strength in her body and invested it on that iron rod.

The iron rod in her hand was originally a knife, a holy relic of the Demon Sect - a blood-colored giant knife, in the battle of Chang'an that year, Yu Curtain used this knife to cut off the rainbow of the Lord, and the blood knife was burned into an iron rod.

She devoted herself to the academy, worshiped Yu Curtain as a teacher, and became the senior sister of the third generation of the academy, and then this iron rod has been held in her hands - it looks like an iron rod, it is still a knife in essence, and the knife intent is hidden deep in the meantime.

At this time, the iron rod was swung out with all its strength again, even if Xiao Yu's Dao Sword brought the sea rain and wind, it was suddenly broken, thousands of raindrops were scattered, and the flexible wind was cut into countless pieces.

The Dao sword deviated slightly, stabbed Tang Xiaotang's left shoulder, and then picked it up extremely sharply.

Tang Xiaotang's still immature and beautiful face remained unchanged, and the iron rod continued to move forward.

Xiao Yu snorted, a trace of palpitation flashed in his eyes, and he swept back rapidly, the Dao sword in his hand was bent and deformed, his pale face was covered with abnormal redness, and blood was accumulating in his throat.

Just the moment they met, she was defeated and injured.

The sword snapped but did not break, and the terrifying energy went up the sword body, landing on Xiao Yu's body, instantly knocking her away, sweeping through the surging crowd below, and falling backwards.

Tang Xiaotang didn't stop his hand, stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, smashed the seventeen green bricks around him, and his body suddenly took off into the air, chasing and killing like flying stones, and the iron rod in his hand hit her chest directly.

Looking at this scene, many priests and deacons, startled, showed fear on their faces, and rushed to the place where Xiaoyu landed, and for a while, several tides arched in the crowded sea of people in the square.

Xiaoyu is the daughter of ** Hai, and she is the most trusted subordinate of the Lord, with a special status and status, where do people dare to let her suffer any damage, I don't know how many swords flew up in the air, wanting to stop Tang Xiaotang.

Tang Xiaotang's expression remained unchanged, looking intently at the Daomen woman flying in front of him, letting those flying swords slash at him, as if he just wanted to smash the other party to death with a stick, and smashed it with one mind.

Countless sharp sounds sounded in the air, and in just an instant, at least seven flying swords fell on her body, cutting through the ordinary clothes.

But no blood fell.

As the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect, her body has been tempered by the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi as steel.

No matter how sharp those Dao swords are. It could only cut her skin, leaving some extremely thin and light wounds, and the sword intent entered her body, making the corners of her lips ooze blood, but it couldn't stop her castration.

The iron rod was raised, and it became a blazing force.

When the iron rod falls, the little fisherman will be stoned to death.

Xiao Yu fell to the ground, his face pale and bloodless, the flush that had gushed out before. It has long been dispersed by the danger of the moment. But there was not much fear in her eyes.

Tang Xiaotang's expression was calm, and he seemed to have guessed that something else was about to happen.

Sure enough, something strange happened.

A black peach blossom. Suddenly it bloomed in the air of the square.

That spade has no substance. It is purely condensed from the vitality of heaven and earth. Extremely beautiful, but not coquettish, just blindly killing. The black petals exude the smell of annihilation, which is extremely powerful.

The black peach blossom appeared, attracting everyone's attention.

Tang Xiaotang's gaze fell on it, because it was in full bloom in front of her eyes.

She was not surprised, and slammed it down.

From yesterday to this morning, the attitude of the Daomen table is very absolute, with the white smoke rising, the war officially began, peace cannot return to the world, the Daomen will win.

The girl from the South China Sea who knows her fate, plus those Daomen powerhouses, and the cavalry of the Song Kingdom, the formation seems to be strong, but where is it worthy of the four words of ambition?

Tang Xiaotang knew that there must be a real powerhouse watching in the Xiling Temple, and she even guessed who that person was. It's just that a day and a night have passed, and that person has never appeared, which makes her feel more and more uneasy, and she makes a gesture of vowing to kill Xiaoyu, just to force that person out.

All the focus is actually not on Xiaoyu at all.

She was waiting for the moment when the black peach blossom bloomed.

There was a loud bang.

The black iron rod smashed accurately and violently on the black peach blossom.

The formless and substantial black peach blossoms dispersed in response to the sound, instantly turning into the ownerless heaven and earth vitality, scattering towards the surroundings of the square, disappearing like clouds and steam.

Tang Xiaotang's face was slightly pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The moment the iron rod hit the black peach blossom, she knew she was wrong, so she was defeated.

That person is not hiding and preparing for the final blow, that person is strong now, so strong that he doesn't need to wait for the moment, he just waits quietly and then comes out to defeat everyone.

Tang Xiaotang fell to the ground, stepped on the broken green bricks, his right arm trembled slightly, and looked at a certain courtyard wall.

Her chest heaved slightly, and two black ponytails swayed slightly behind her.

Her face was pale and clearly seriously injured.

More than ten priests and deacons attacked Tang Xiaotang.

Xiao Yu swept forward, and the bent Dao sword suddenly straightened again, and stabbed her eye again.

No one can recover from such a serious injury in such a short period of time.

This is the best chance to kill Tang Xiaotang.

At this most dangerous moment, Tang Xiaotang took a deep breath.

The cold wind in the square was inhaled by her.

The air burned rapidly in her lungs.

Some of the gloomy eyes suddenly brightened again.

Those injuries seemed to be healed in an instant.

The iron rod burst into the wind and struck the sword in Xiao Yu's hand.

With a crisp sound, the sword finally shattered, but the iron rod was silent and solid.

Xiao Yu snorted and stepped back, with an incredible look in his eyes.

She couldn't understand what kind of material this Demon Sect woman's body was made of, and why she was so seriously injured that she could recover to normal in such a short time!

Tang Xiaotang smashed to death a black-clothed deacon who attacked from the side and back.

She walked towards the courtyard wall, and no one could stop her from breaking her tendons.

She was going there, and no one could stop her.

Along the way, the iron rod killed many people.

Blood spilled from the sky and moistened the earth.

Between the sky and the earth, she walked forward alone, her figure was very lonely, surrounded by enemies, she had no helpers, she only had herself, but that was enough.

She didn't seem to be hurt at all, that black peach blossom, no matter how terrifying it was, it didn't leave her any harm, it seemed that no one in the world could hurt her at all.

Looking at this scene, the Daomen powerhouses and the cavalry of the Song Kingdom were shocked and silent.

At this moment, several mournful howls sounded in the distance.

Poof, a crossbow arrow. Shot into Tang Xiaotang's left chest.

The crossbow arrows failed to enter the body, and the sharp clusters of arrows pierced the skin, and a small amount of blood oozed out, staining the clothes red.

But that at least means, or is it a comfort.

The fact that the already desperate priests and deacons were in good spirits and thought that there was no one who would not be hurt made them wake up and become extremely excited.

"She's gone!"

"Her magic is gone!"

"Kill her!"

In the early morning square, there were shouts of priests, deacons and cavalrymen of the Song Kingdom. People seem to be crazy. Tang Xiaotang turned a deaf ear. Holding the iron bar, he continued to walk towards the courtyard wall.

I don't know how many more people fell in front of her, but she finally walked in front of the courtyard wall.

Quietly, the courtyard wall collapsed. The masonry fell silently. Like dead leaves falling on the surface of snow. There was no sound, and the silence was palpitating, just like that figure.

Long Qing stood at the gap in the courtyard wall. Quietly looking at her.

There was a terrible sound in the distance, the earth began to shake slightly, all the city gates were opened at the same time, and thousands of Xiling Temple Guardian Cavalry, hidden in the mountains and forests on the outskirts of the city, rode in.

Tang Xiaotang heard it and knew it, but she just looked at the gap in the collapsed courtyard wall, looked at the person standing there, looked at the scar on his face, and looked extremely focused.

She knew that as long as she killed this person, then no matter how many Xiling Temple apologetic cavalry arrived, it would be meaningless, if she couldn't kill the other party, then it would be her turn to die with those she cared about.

Quiet, the square suddenly became quiet.

Everyone is looking at this, Chen Pipi is like this, even Ye Su is also looking at this.

Then he saw the pile of dry firewood behind the courtyard wall, which had been piled up to the height of a man, and was very neatly packed, and the cross on it seemed to have been made by a skilled carpenter.

Chen Pipi's face became a little pale, and Ye Su was just silent, as if he saw fate.

Long Qing walked out of the gap in the courtyard wall, looked at Tang Xiaotang and said, "You are stronger than I imagined." ”

Tang Xiaotang looked at him and said, "You are stronger than everyone thinks. ”

Suddenly, a bright sword light flashed.

A disciple of the Sword Pavilion recognized Long Qing, thinking that the fall of the Sword Pavilion was the handiwork of this person, and thinking that Liu Yiqing was forced to death by this person with a strong man of the Dao Sect, and his blood surged, and he quietly stabbed out with a sword.

This sword is very resolute, with the belief of death, so it is very powerful.

Long Qing's expression remained unchanged, and his right hand brushed from his chest, like those tricksters in the Xiangfang of Chang'an City, and there was an extra black peach blossom in his hand, which would be in front of the sword light.

This spade is not condensed by the vitality of heaven and earth, it has a real shape, and it seems to be made of cheap silk.

The sword pierced into the black peach blossom, and the peach petals shook off, but the sword, like a stamen that had been weathered, quickly withered, and the sword was covered with rust, as if it had been aged for thousands of years.

The sword was rusty and broken, and the aura of the Sword Pavilion disciple suddenly decayed, and there were many more spots on his face full of anger, as if he was many years old, and he fell to the ground and died.

Looking at this scene, Tang Xiaotang's eyes narrowed, as cold as willow leaves.

She found that Longqing was no longer what it used to be, and the evil Gray Eyes Technique had already been completed, that is, without looking at each other, it could also capture the essence cultivation of other cultivators, and it was so powerful that it was terrifying.

Knowing what the peak of fate is, for the current Longqing, it doesn't mean much.

Tang Xiaotang's expression was solemn, but she was still not afraid, because it just so happened that she was also a strong person who could ignore the distinction between the cultivation realms, as long as she did not exceed the five realms, she could try to defeat the other party.

Long Qing said expressionlessly, "Please." ”

Tang Xiaotang inhaled, her chest rose high, she had inhaled half of the cold wind in the square before, and at this time, she sucked all the remaining cold wind into her body, and even seemed to suck down the snow clouds in the sky.

The air burned in her body, turning into untold power.

She bent her knees slightly.

Back then, in the mountain behind the academy, she was forced by the curtain to keep jumping the waterfall, and before jumping, she had to bend her knees.

She jumped.

Only this time instead of jumping down the waterfall, it jumped into the sky.

With a bang, countless green bricks cracked, and the middle ones had been shattered into powder.

There was a dusty pile in front of the courtyard wall, and many people were blinded.

Tang Xiaotang disappeared.

No one knows where she went.

Longqing didn't close his eyes, and after the dust fell to the ground, he looked up at the sky.

He knew she had gone above the sky.

He knew that she would not run away, so no matter how high she jumped, there would always be a moment when she fell back to the ground.

So, he stood there and waited calmly.

He looked at the sky, looked up, waited.

Everyone in the audience followed his gaze to the sky.

The morning light came from the sea to the east, and the snow clouds were so white, and the sky that occasionally showed was so blue, and other than that, there was nothing to be seen, no one was there.

After a few moments, a small black dot finally appeared in the sky.

It was a figure.

Suddenly there was a sharp whistling sound in the sky, and the sound reached the ground, shattering the glazed tiles in the palace of the Song King, dumbing the ancient bell in the Taoist hall, and startling countless sleeping birds in the forest.

Many people heard the roar and squatted down in pain with their ears covered.

The roar was the sound of grinding, the sound of things rubbing against the air at high speed, and the things must have been extremely hard, otherwise they would have been shattered long ago at such a terrifying speed.

It's hard to imagine, it's the human body.

The black dot expanded rapidly, and it was a figure.

Tang Xiaotang's figure.

Just like her brother once did.

Just like her teacher used to do.

She jumped out of the sky.

She raised the iron rod and smashed it into the top of Longqing's head with unimaginable force.

That power comes from the distance between the sky and the earth.

No one can ignore this distance, and no one should be able to ignore this power.

When the sharp whistling sound reached its maximum, Tang Xiaotang returned to the ground.

Like a meteorite, she blasted towards Longqing in front of the gap in the courtyard wall.

Her boots had begun to burn, carrying sparks, dragging more than a dozen thin lines of fire through the air.

The next moment, the sky meets the earth.

The ground twisted and deformed, and the blue bricks cracked like cobwebs, turning into countless small but powerful stones under Longqing's feet, shooting in all directions with a terrible tearing sound.

An unknown winter tree next to the courtyard wall was instantly shot into sawdust and fluttered in the wind.

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(I feel really good about working hard in the past two days, work is actually a good medicine, I want to understand this truth earlier, but it's not too late, someone on Weibo said that you will naturally have a manuscript at the end of the month or something, I can't help laughing, this is a new reader, right, I haven't read my book before, right? I don't know if I haven't had a monthly pass this year, right? I don't know anything, right? It's funny, right?)

Here I recommend a novel written by a book friend, the book is called: My name is Yang Jiulang in Rebirth. The synopsis is as follows: Yang Jiu, a modern gangster, pretended to be loyal in a gang fire, and unfortunately was killed by mistake. With unwilling resentment, he traveled to the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, and happened to be accepted by Yang Jiye as the second righteous son, named Jiu, the word Yande, commonly known as Yang Jiulang. Since then, Yang Jiu has started an experience of gangsters. (To be continued......)