The old man of Song Valve felt a cold feeling in his chest, looking at his flying sword inserted there, watching the blood flow down the sword body, and his heart gradually became cold. "The domain name of this site is 138 read the book all spelled 138 read the book plus, please remember the domain name of this site!" It was only at this time that he really understood that even if he was seriously injured and had not healed, he would never be Jun Mo's opponent - Jun Mo didn't even really make a move, he just reached out and grabbed his natal sword and took his life.

There was a dead silence on the bank of Cui Yuan Creek, the sound of splashing on the Fuchun River had also stopped, the old man of Song Valve slowly fell, Jun Mo left with a staff and a pomelo, and no one dared to move.

Wang Jingluo has been standing in the crowd, there is no chance for him to make a move, looking at the flesh and blood sprinkled around the Taishi chair full of history, thinking of the old lady Cui who has turned into a wisp of resentment, only to know that Ning Que's arrow is like this, looking at the old man of Song Valve in the pool of blood, looking at the flying sword on the old man's chest, only to know that the sword of the second gentleman is like this.

It wasn't until Jun Mo and Mu Yu left Cui Yuan for a long time that the people in the garden woke up from extreme fear and shock, and there were cries and angry roars everywhere.

For Qinghe County, all the lords are all, and the Ruyang Cui family is the spiritual department of the people, and the status of the old lady Cui here is like the master to the academy. Now the old lady Cui, who is regarded as everyone's dependence, has not done anything, and has become full of flesh and blood, how can they not be afraid and uneasy?

Old lady Cui's death soon spread throughout Yangzhou City, and then entered thousands of households, and naturally Chang'an also received the rumors.

The response of the Tang Dynasty was extremely fast, and on the same night, the craftsmen urgently dispatched by the Ministry of Industry in the three central and southern counties and the soldiers from the neighboring states arrived in the north of Qingxia at the fastest speed.

Qingxia buried countless enemy troops in the war last autumn, and the official road that was difficult to open was blocked by boulders and was extremely difficult to walk, and the imperial court cleaned up for more than half a year, and only cleared out a small road, but with the arrival of tens of thousands of craftsmen and soldiers, the speed of cleaning was suddenly accelerated countless times.

At the current rate, it will only take a few months at most for Chang'an to complete the preliminary clean-up and restoration work, which means that it will only take a few months for the Tang Dynasty's iron cavalry to whip south through Guò Qingxia and directly submerge Qinghe County like an iron stream.

The nobles and people in Qinghe County didn't know what was happening in the north of Qingxia, but they knew very well what Old Lady Cui's death meant to them - the peace treaty between the Tang State and the Xiling Temple had become a piece of paper from this moment on, so the army of the Tang State could appear in Qinghe County at any time.

The terrifying pressure from the north was like a low-level cloud, which made the people of Qinghe County a little breathless, and people could not understand why the Tang State seemed to not need a breather and tore up the peace treaty so quickly, even though they had just experienced an extremely tragic Great Patriotic War.

The chaos in Qinghe County has appeared, and there is no possibility of calming down.

Wang Jingluo did not leave Yangzhou City, because he had to wait for Ning Que here, and most importantly, he was responsible for receiving the cultivators of the Tianshu Department and the secret agents of the military who were constantly infiltrating Qinghe County from the Tang Kingdom at this time, and then used these powers to help Cui Huasheng occupy a better position in this Qinghe Rebellion.

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A cylindrical passage appeared in the air on the front lawn of Momoyama, and the remnants of the turbulent flow like silk flocculent lingered in this passage, making the passage clearer.

This is the trace of the iron arrow walking, that is, the path of the arrow.

Ning Que stood in front of the altar, holding a bow in his left hand, and lifting it back with his right hand in the momentum of holding the tiger's tail, and still maintaining the posture of the moment after the previous moment of loosening the strings, and the statue of a wooden carving.

The prayers had stopped for some time, and the tens of thousands of people in the front lawn looked at him nervously, and none of them spoke, as if they had also become wooden people.

No one knew where Ning Que's iron arrow was shooting, but they knew that someone must have died—they didn't see the true ending, but they already knew the ending—which made people extremely frightened.

Ning Que withdrew the iron bow and carried it to his shoulder, looked back at the Temple of Light at the top of Taoshan Peak, and was silent. If the Haotian divine power in his body dissipated, and the runes around the altar also returned to heaven and earth, then he would inevitably die under the siege of those strong people, but he didn't think about it.

At this time, he had completed the first half of the academy's plan, and his attention came to the Temple of Light, he had already faintly felt the outcome of the battle in the temple, and knew that someone was definitely going to die.

Just as the people on the front lawn knew that someone must die when they saw him shoot arrows, since someone entered the Temple of Light, they would inevitably die too, which made him feel a little depressed.

In this war between heaven and man, since it is man who is dead, it is naturally heaven that is alive.

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Sang Sang looked at the world on the sword, there were stars in his eyes, sunrise and sunset, ebbs and flows, and countless spring and autumn, staggering the world with time.

Liu Bai's sword was only two feet away from her, and the rust marks on the sword were getting heavier and heavier, and the surface showed an ominous grayish-white color, which indicated that the sword body had been completely rusted and began to weather.

The closer things are to her body, the faster the flow of time in the area she is in, and the more severe the damage she will suffer, even a sword that can withstand countless years of wind and rain cannot withstand it.

It was already very unimaginable for Liu Bai's sword to enter her small world and be able to get so close to her, and ordinary cultivation theories couldn't even explain it.

His sword is the sword of the world, with the intention of the Sword Pavilion and the red dust of the world, but after all, it is not the world itself, and in the end, it is still invincible to the passage of time.

The rust marks were like hoarfrost, suddenly cracked, and then vanished into green smoke.

The sword is ruined, the man is still there, and his talent is the real sword.

Liu Bai's eyes were brighter than ever, even brighter than when he first knew the surging Yellow River, and brighter than when he realized the sword intent of the great river on the riverside cliff.

The moment he took out the sword, he knew that he couldn't win, but he didn't give up, as he said, this was already his last fun in the world, he wanted to see how close he could be to the sky, wanted to see if he had the ability to touch the sky, and even used the sword to draw a trace on the sky that only belonged to him.

Liu Bai's hand reached into Sangsang's small world.

His hands were slender and his fingers were slender, making him the most suitable hand for holding a sword, and whenever he held the hilt, the sword seemed to be connected to his hand and could no longer be separated.

At this time, he did not hold a sword in his hand, his hand was the sharpest sword.

His hand reached for Sangsang's face, as if to penetrate the black hair on her cheek.

His hands were getting closer and closer to her face, his nails were graying, his skin was losing its elasticity and becoming dry, and more wrinkles were growing, and his sleeves were silently turning to ashes.

Liu Bai continued to move forward, the traces of time running up his forearm, and the skin on his arm began to loosen, like a dying old man, almost lifeless.

He continued to walk forward, with the pride of the human realm, and fought the quietest and most terrifying battle against the merciless time, as if he had walked for tens of thousands of years, or really walked for tens of thousands of years.

I don't know how long it took, Liu Bai finally walked in front of Sang Sang and walked into her small world, so she came to a foot in front of him.

Unfortunately, at this time, he was too weak to raise his hand, unable to stab the last sword, the white hair scattered on his shoulders, withered like frost-covered grass, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as those bluestone slabs in the streets and alleys of Linkang City, and he had become a dying old man.

Sangsang said: "You lost. ”

Liu Bai said in an old and tired voice, "You lost. ”

Sang Sang frowned slightly, not understanding what he meant.

"I still have a sword left in the world, and I hope that sword will not disappoint the world. ”

Liu Bai looked at her and smiled and said, "But it has nothing to do with winning or losing this battle." ”

Sangsang said, "How else can you win me now?"

Liu Bai gasped a few times, slowly raised her already old and thin arm with difficulty, and tapped her eyebrows with her fingertips, without any lethality, more like touching.

There is no such thing as a victory in the world, and it has never even happened in the history that can be seen, but there have been many people who have fought for it for countless years. They want to win, they want Haotian to see the power of the world, but more often, they just want to prove to themselves and the world, as long as you are willing to work hard for it, then you can do what you want to do.

Liu Bai was invincible in the world, so he came to Taoshan, entered the Temple of Light, and invited the heavens to fight, he didn't think that he could achieve the final victory, but he wanted to prove something.

At this moment before he died, he finally touched this lofty and indifferent sky, he fulfilled his wish, and he saw his own way.

Sang Sang looked at the thin arm in front of him and was silent.

Liu Bai's body was like a dry riverbed, turning into countless dry clods of earth, falling apart, falling to the ground with a bang, and turning into a pile of dust.

No one can truly be immortal, no one can truly last forever, no matter how strong the walls are, they will be weathered into sand, and no matter how majestic the river will dry up and stop flowing.

But no one can deny it, not even the heavens, that the city wall once stood tall in the world, and the Yellow River once surged for thousands of miles.

In the air in front of Sang Sang, a sword suddenly appeared, this sword was full of ancient meaning, but it no longer had any fresh breath, and it fell to the ground with a crisp impact sound.

The sword in Liu Bai's hand has turned into ashes, and his people have also turned into ashes, but this sword is still there, as luster as new, undamaged, just like the world after the catastrophe, as if it is heralding something.

Sang Sang looked at the pile of ash and the ancient sword in front of his feet, and was silent.

This was her first shot in the true sense of the human world, and it seemed that it was an understatement, and the most powerful cultivator in the world turned into ashes, but her face was a little pale, and she didn't know if she was injured or for some other reason.

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