The weather was fine.

It is advisable to mourn, and do not take anything else.

......

......

Compared with the screams and depraved sounds that sounded from time to time in the wilderness, it had been quiet in front of the exit of Qingxia, the strings trembled, and the pipes sounded, but there was no sound.

At this moment, under the quiet canopy, a whimper suddenly sounded.

It was the sound of the flute.

Fourth Senior Brother Huo Ran raised his head, looked at Ximen without confusion, looked at his pale face, looked at the beads of sweat like soybeans on his forehead, and his right hand holding the wooden pen trembled slightly, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Bang.

The sound of the piano sounded again.

The seventh senior sister raised her head, her fingers holding the embroidery needle began to tremble, looking at Beigong Weiyang, looking at the strings in front of him that had been stained red with blood, with a worried look on her face.

Gradually, the sound of the flute would occasionally sound again.

This means that Beigong and Ximen are really tired, and there is no way to play the music of the big sound from beginning to end with full energy as before, and the control can no longer be precise, and the more so, the more they want to deal with those charging war horses, they need to consume more mental power and spirit.

The people under the tent all raised their heads and looked at the North Palace and Ximen who were playing the piano and flute in silence, their faces full of worry.

The second senior brother standing in the field outside the tent did not look back, his right hand reached for the hilt of the iron sword.

Beigong and Ximen didn't know that the gaze of the same door was falling on them, their spirits and attention, and even their entire souls were between the qin and the flute.

They themselves were the first to notice the problem.

They are reluctant to withdraw from this battle.

The disciples of the academy under the tent all knew that the Xiling Temple coalition forces had to launch suicidal attacks without stopping, regardless of the heavy casualties, in order to drag down their own people, or more precisely, to drag down the second senior brother.

Because of Shouqing Gorge, it is up to the second senior brother in the end.

Therefore, what they have to do is to support the senior brother for as much time as possible, so that the senior brother can rest for a while and deal with the real attack that may be coming soon.

Beigong and Ximen were indeed tired, and their bodies were very tired. The fingers were very tired, and the blood that flowed from the fingers was stained on the strings and pipes, and the sound of the piano and the flute began to become hoarse.

But their hearts are not tired.

At least at this moment, their hearts are still strong and strong.

Beigong Weiyang's fingers suddenly stopped.

He looked up at the allied cavalry that was rushing in the field, and smiled.

Then he let out a whistling and waved his wrist.

Bleeding fingers. Flick it out from back to front on the strings. The action is extremely chic.

A clear sound of the piano sounded like a spring.

Simon Bufu heard the real sound of the piano, and a resolute smile appeared on his face. The flute suddenly burst out with a real bright flute sound like a shepherd boy blowing leaves!

At this time, the qin flute no longer played silent music, but produced a true sound.

The spring water dingdong. Gradually become a golden hit!

The shepherd boy blows the leaves, and it gradually grows into a mournful roar!

The sound of the piano flute came out into the wilderness with an indomitable and magnificent atmosphere.

That's Jingo, that's the Iron Horse!

......

......

The violent sound of the piano flute made those charging war horses violent, and for those gods or Southern Jin cavalry riding on war horses, these music sounds were like countless sharp knives, piercing directly into their minds!

Several of the cavalrymen who rushed to the front screamed and fell off their horses, their feet dragged by their horses. The body was dragged through the field, and after a few moments, it was covered in blood, and I don't know how many bones were broken.

Their hands were empty, but they didn't untie their feet, they just covered their ears. For them, the pain caused by the sound of the piano flute was worse than being dragged on the ground by a war horse at this time. The pain of broken bones and broken flesh is countless times greater!

The moment more cavalrymen heard the sound of the piano flute, their faces suddenly turned pale, and they instinctively threw out all the weapons that should never be taken off, and then covered their ears deadly.

But even so, they couldn't stop the sound of the flute. Like the murmur of Hades, it burrowed into his own ears, into his own deep mind. Cut his consciousness into countless painful fragments.

The howls of pain, the cries of pain, the cries of pain, resounded in the wilderness. The cavalrymen, who had been extremely disciplined, were now all insane, covering their ears and contorting their faces in pain.

In this case, the cavalry naturally could not make any charge, and the war horses, who had lost their command, stopped jumping uneasily, pacing back and forth in the field, looking particularly frightened and dazed.

......

......

The flute was silent before, but it was the horse.

At this time, Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Bufu finally moved the real fire, so the sound of the qin flute gradually appeared, and they began to face people.

At the moment when the sound of the piano flute sounded, the faces of the disciples of the academy under the tent suddenly changed.

Because they know very well what price this kind of music needs to pay for Beigong and Ximen.

The fourth senior brother stretched out his hand, wanting to stop Beigong from playing the qin, but looking at his wet black hair that kept waving, looking at him like crazy, chic and happy, he couldn't bear to stop it.

......

......

There is a semicircular area outside the Qingxia.

The second senior brother stood inside.

Outside the semicircle, there were countless cavalry of the Xiling Temple Alliance, and the black pressure was overwhelming, just like the famous breakwater on the shore of the storm of the Song Kingdom, but there were constant howls and cries of pain in this black embankment.

I don't know how many war horses fell to the ground and died, I don't know how many cavalry were crushed to death by heavy war horses, I don't know how many war horses and cavalry are still alive, but the broken flesh is better than death.

Some horses and cavalrymen could be vaguely seen with cotton balls stuffed in their ears, but it was obvious that these cotton balls did not have the desired effect, and were stained with red blood, probably because their eardrums were shattered.

It was a tragic scene.

In the past countless years, there have been many tragic wars in this world, but there are few such pictures, and these are just because of a guqin and a hole flute.

Even the academy disciples under the tent were a little unbearable when they looked at this scene.

Standing at the front, the second senior brother who was closest to the corpses of these heavy cavalry, but there was no expression on his face, his expression was still so calm, and his eyebrows were still so straight.

The cavalry of the Xiling Temple coalition was still trying to charge Qingxia, but at this time, the terrain had already been filled with the corpses of their companions and war horses. It's hard to find a void.

At this moment, in the pile of corpses that were constantly howling, a muffled sound suddenly sounded!

A burly Southern Jin military general shouted violently, pushed away several corpses pressed on his body, held iron spears in both hands, and rushed towards the second senior brother.

In the rear, there were still a few martial arts powerhouses in the army who were not knocked down by the sound of the piano flute. Listen to the loud shout. As soon as he stepped on the saddle, he swept into the air and attacked the second senior brother like a flying stone.

The Southern Jin Dynasty general was the strongest and the fastest. The iron spear in his hand stabbed out violently, piercing a straight line through the air, forcing all the air inside out. The gun burst out with a thunderous bang!

The second senior brother stretched out his hand expressionlessly and grasped the hilt of the iron sword.

Then he smashed it down at the Southern Jin general.

It's not chopping, it's not chopping, it's not cutting, it's not cutting.

It's smashing.

The iron sword was square and straight, and it looked like a very thick piece of iron, which was held in the hand of the second senior brother, and when it was smashed forward, there was a strong wind. The gravel on the ground rolled in fear.

The iron sword smashed into the tip of the iron spear.

The head of the iron gun was smashed.

The iron sword continued to smash.

The body of the iron spear was bent.

The momentum of the iron sword is not diminishing, and it seems to never be fading.

The iron sword smashed into the body of the Southern Jin general.

The armor on the Southern Jin Dynasty general suddenly turned into countless fragments.

The second senior brother ignored him and looked up at the martial arts powerhouses who broke through the sky.

His right arm shook, and the iron sword in his hand swung from left to right.

This time it's no longer smashing, it's shooting.

Swatting flies.

Those martial arts powerhouses who broke through the air like flying stones were touched by the sword wind of the iron sword. It turned into a real stone, flew far into the wilderness, and then fell heavily on the ground.

A moment later.

Those martial arts powerhouses stood up with their swords on the ground.

The Southern Jin general regained his grip on the crooked and deformed iron spear in his hand.

The second senior brother glanced at him expressionlessly.

The Southern Jin general's eyes showed a look of despair and incredulity.

Poof. He spurted out all the blood in his chest and abdomen.

Then he collapsed like a water bladder after being poured.

He fell to the ground and collapsed.

All the bones of the Southern Jin generals. All smashed by iron swords.

The few martial arts powerhouses in the distance also fell one after another, and they were also shattered.

......

......

The second senior brother was covered in blood.

It's all the blood of the enemy.

Blood dripped down the edge of the armor, gradually merging into a stream of blood, flowing to the five swords inserted in the field, and then slowly seeping down the stabbing place.

Those swords were his trophies.

That blood was also his trophy.

I don't know how many swords he has to plant in front of him in this battle of Qingxia, and how much enemy blood he has to use to water it.

He ignored the blood on his body, and just quietly looked at the field ahead.

Because the attack of the Xiling Temple coalition forces is still continuing.

It's really a boring battle.

Kill, and then kill.

The sound of the hooves of the war horses is so monotonous, the screams of the allied cavalry are so monotonous, and the sound of the flute and piano that is no longer beautiful is also so monotonous, the so-called monotony is repetition.

The sun in the sky gradually moved westward and gradually became ruddy.

The light sprinkled into the field also became much warmer, and on the field outside the Qingxia, there were countless corpses piled up, and the screams in the corpse pile gradually disappeared, and there was a dead silence all around.

The fields in the twilight are covered with blood.

In fact, it was also covered in blood.

From noon to dusk, the Xiling Temple coalition army filled at least a thousand cavalry in.

The sound of the flute has never stopped.

Because Beigong and Ximen knew very well that as long as the sound of the piano and flute did not stop, the second senior brother could not move.

The second senior brother really didn't move.

He didn't move.

He always stood where he was.

There is no step back.

Because behind him is Qingxia.

Behind Qingxia is Datang.

In the south of the field, the voice of Mingjin suddenly sounded.

The Xiling Temple coalition finally summoned cavalry to stop the charge.

It's not that they can't afford this loss.

It's that the soldiers in the coalition army of Xiling Temple feel very tired.

The disciples of the academy were very tired, tired between their fingers.

The Temple coalition army is tired, tired in the heart.

This kind of tiredness is called fear.

But there are also people who never know what fear is.

Ning Que always thought that she was very suitable for studying in the academy.

A shadow of blood-colored clothes appeared in the twilight field.

The sound of the leaf red fish sounded in the field.

"Jun Mo, fight with this seat. ”

The second senior brother looked at the bloody robe in the south that seemed to be burning in the twilight.

"You're no match for me. ”

After saying this, he walked towards the exit of Qingxia with his iron sword.

At the exit of Qingxia, the remnants of arrows on the canopy are like grass.

Water was boiling in a pot on the stove under the tent.

The water is almost boiling.

It's time for dinner.