Footsteps sounded behind Jun Mo.

Except for the fourth senior brother who was holding the river and mountain plate, the rest of the academy all rushed out from under the iron canopy.

The sixth senior brother held a hammer and stared vigilantly at Liu Bai more than ten zhang away.

Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Bufu held Qin and Xiao and stood on both sides of Jun Mo's body.

They all knew that even if Liu Bai was seriously injured, as long as this person wielded his sword, they would still be dead after leaving the iron tent, but they still rushed over.

Because the second senior brother needs them at this time.

Wang Zhi held the medicine box, and his face was pale as he made preparations.

Mu Yu held the needle, ready to stop the bleeding for Jun Mo, but her hand trembled a little, looking at his broken shoulder, she felt as if her own arm had been cut off, it was very painful.

Jun Mo looked at the teardrop on her eyelashes, stretched out his left hand and brushed it over the wound.

With a flick of his fingers, tears fell, and several pure Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi were like the most wonderful medical Dao holy hands, covering his severed shoulder with an invisible net, and the blood stopped instantly.

Wang Zhi was in a slight spirit, pouring medicine on his wound like filling a, ready to bandage it.

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Liu Bai looked at the scene more than ten feet away and did nothing.

Suddenly, he had a deeper understanding of why the academy was so powerful.

"I have a couple of questions," he said. ”

Jun Mo asked the sixth junior brother to get out of the way, looked at him not far away and said, "Please speak." ”

Liu Bai asked, "I gave you a chance at the beginning, why didn't you retreat?"

Jun Mo said: "When you challenged the South China Sea Sword God, you were obviously not an opponent, why didn't you retreat at that time?"

Liu Bai was silent for a moment and said, "Reasonable." ”

Jun Mo said: "It is reasonable, so I don't retreat." ”

Liu Bai sighed and said, "After paying such a heavy price, you still didn't kill me in the end, at this time, I can't help but feel a little worthless for you." ”

Jun Mo said: "If you are seriously injured and can't fight anymore if you are seriously injured, it is worth it no matter how you look at it." ”

Liu Bai said: "No matter how serious the sword wound is, it can be better. The broken arm can't be resurrected, I can't fight again at this time, it's just a temporary thing, you don't have the right hand to hold the sword, but it's a lifetime thing. ”

"I did lose by exchanging the things of one life for one thing, but in this battle of Qingxia. But I won. Because even if I only have half a life left, I can still guard Qingxia, and you must leave. ”

Jun Mo looked at him and said, "Because you are too powerful." So you want to do a lot of things, so you value being alive, so you're seriously injured. It is inevitable to return to the Sword Pavilion to recuperate. ”

Liu Bai looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled slightly, he didn't expect that at the moment of losing and losing, the other party actually saw what he was looking for, and said, "You should also value it." ”

Jun Mo said: "Why should you value it?"

Liu Bai said: "The thousand-year-old Tang Kingdom is not as good as a moment on the way to cultivation. In that case, what else can we value besides ourselves?"

"Everyone's commitment is who he is. Valuing oneself means valuing commitment. ”

Jun Mo's gaze crossed Liu Bai's body, crossed the quiet carriage, and landed on the mighty temple army in the southern wilderness, and said, "I promised that as long as I am still standing, no one can cross the Qingxia. ”

Liu Bai said: "In the end, if you die in the hands of those little people. It's a pity. ”

"Do your best, don't ask the way forward, no regrets. ”

Jun Mo said: "And you haven't been able to kill me, who can kill me?"

Liu Bai looked at him covered in blood and holding an iron sword. Suddenly I felt like I saw another person.

"I seem to see Mr. Ke at this time. ”

Liu Bai said: "Yesterday I had remorse, and I should have killed you at the beginning of the Battle of Qingxia. At this time, I am a little glad that before you die, you will radiate more brilliance in this wilderness. ”

With that, he turned and walked towards the quiet carriage.

The carriage gradually moved away, Jun Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at his left hand.

There was a red rope tied to the ring finger of his left hand, which was wet with blood and a little tight.

His gaze continued downward, falling on the severed arm, on the iron sword.

I don't know if it's because of excessive blood loss, or because of the depletion of mental power, his face is very pale.

Looking at the severed arm and the iron sword, he was silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

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At this point, the disciples of the academy and the strong men of the Daomen were killed or wounded, and the situation was tense, and it was the most difficult moment, but the army was in the south, and everyone could see the final outcome.

The Xiling Temple was not satisfied, they never thought that they would have to pay such a big price to pass through this Qingxia, let alone that the Sword Saint Liu Bai would make a move, and they would not be able to complete the battle.

Hope eventually turns into disappointment, leaving some people feeling incomprehensible and even suspicious.

Su Chen, the new commander of the Xiling Temple, was one of them.

Su Chen is a close confidant of the head of the temple, after Luo Kedi was killed by Ning Que with an arrow in the wasteland, he took over this position, and now he has an extremely high status in the Xiling Temple, only under the two god seats.

Looking at the carriage slowly driving back, his face became a little ugly.

"Lord Swordmaster, I need an explanation. ”

Su Chen looked at the carriage and said, "Obviously, you still have the strength to fight again, why did you retreat?"

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion, who were heading towards the carriage, looked back angrily when they heard this.

Su Chen's face was like frost, because he was really angry and disappointed at this time.

If Liu Bai was really seriously injured under Jun Mo's sword, then what was he afraid of?

And Liu Bai's sword has been broken.

A person who does not have a sword can no longer be called a sword master.

After a long time, there was no sound of willow white in the carriage.

Only a cough was heard.

Liu Bai was seriously injured, blood entered the lobes of his lungs, and his pain and discomfort could be heard in the cough.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Su Chen's eyes.

Liu Bai continued to cough, and his voice grew louder.

Su Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, and the slight irony instantly turned into fear and despair.

Because a line of blood grew between his eyebrows.

The cough continued to sound from the quiet carriage.

Every time Liu Bai coughed, an extra line of blood appeared on Su Chen's body.

Whether it was the armor with the golden runes on his body, or the right hand that he quietly held the hilt of the sword at some point.

A cough, a blood.

I only heard a loud noise.

Su Chen and the war horses under him turned into dozens of pieces of flesh and blood, scattered on the field.

Blood was flowing everywhere.

Liu Bai finally coughed and said, "Let's go." ”

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion came to the carriage and escorted the carriage towards the outside of the barracks.

They watched warily.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the carriage.

No one dared to stop him, no one dared to speak. No one even dared to show any skeptical look in their eyes.

Liu Bai and Jun Mo fought, and both were defeated.

Jun Mo said that he was seriously injured and could not fight again, and the battle words here were only limited to the two of them.

It is a dialogue between two of the strongest swordsmen in the world.

It has nothing to do with anyone else.

The goshawk fought for days and nights above the blue sky, its feathers falling off, its blood dripping, its beaks worn out, and its exhaustion. Looks like checkmate. But it's not something that ants can overcome.

Liu Bai was seriously injured and had no sword in his hand.

But he is still the strongest man in the world.

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Looking at the carriage that slowly drove out of the barracks, the expressions of the people of the Temple Alliance Army were very complicated. Some awe, more of it is at a loss and fear for the future.

Even the priests in the Xiling Temple had the same mood at this time-Liu Bai, the most powerful of their side. I was injured like this, and I left like this, so what should I do in Qingxia?

Through the heavy veil, Ye Hongyu looked at the departing carriage and did not speak.

The final battle of Qingxia was the battle between Liu Bai and Jun Mo, and she believed that it would be impossible to see such a battle between the two swords in the future or even for many years to come.

As for a fool like Su Chen, let's die. She is more concerned about the afterglow now, and she wants to know how long Jun Mo, who only has half a life left, can last.

The neighing of the horses began and the cavalry regrouped again, and then marched out of the coalition camp like a stream of water, and converged in the field. The tide that turns into a calm but contains infinite power rushes to the green gorge.

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The allied cavalry did not speed up and slowly drove towards Qingxia.

They are afraid of the terrible sound of the harp and the flute. And the man they feared the most was seriously injured, so they could deliberately slow down and run over like a moving mountain.

This is the best chance. The coalition side must be seized, so this time the attack was led by the coach Bai Haixin himself. Almost all the elite cavalry was dispatched, and it was determined to win.

Thousands of cavalry stopped in front of Qingxia, the front camp was not far from the iron tent, it was the most suitable distance for a charge, and if the flute sounded, the cavalry could dismount and fight at any time.

Bai Haixin lifted his visor, looked at Qingxia not far away, looked at the man covered in blood, looked at the iron canopy, and showed a hint of mockery on his frost-like cold face.

"You're a cripple right now. ”

He looked at Jun Mo and said, "So I don't accept surrender, let's die." ”

Hearing this, there was no change in the expression on Jun Mo's face.

Mu Yu was extremely angry.

Bai Haixin, as the commander of the coalition forces, should not have come here in person.

But he thinks that no matter how terrifying the strong man is, if he just has an arm cut off, he will be extremely weak. This is the best opportunity for the Xiling Temple coalition forces, and it must be seized.

The problem was that the morale of the coalition forces of the Xiling Temple was at its lowest at this time.

The master ascended to the sky, and Yan zhòng affected the morale of Liu Bai and the Buddhist sect, and the sword saint Liu Bai personally failed to kill this man, which also made the morale of the coalition army extremely low.

That's why Bai Haixin will personally lead the elite to attack Qingxia.

will deliberately say this humiliating sentence.

Of course, he has also made extremely careful preparations for this, there are dozens of powerful military cultivators around him, and there are guards with big shields to be vigilant, and he is not worried that he will be killed by that terrifying iron sword.

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Jun Mo looked at the general in the army.

He didn't know who the other person was, but he knew that the other person should be a very important person.

So he decided to kill the man.

If it was usual, he would definitely not think about it, so he walked over with an iron sword.

But he was seriously injured at this time, and his mental power was extremely depleted, and he was very tired.

So he just stood quietly in place, quietly looking at Bai Haixin.

He began to think about it.

How can I kill this person?

If it was before, he could have an infinite number of ways.

But now, he must find a new way.

He suddenly thought of the moment when Liu Bai retreated.

The image played out quickly before his eyes, and then turned into a very slow superposition of countless images.

He saw it clearly.

He raised his left hand, and the iron sword summoned the autumn wind before Qingxia.

The breath of heaven and earth is restless, and the cold wind blows strongly.

The river burst its banks. Flooding.

His body was like a feather, floating and sinking on the surface of the water, and instantly drifted dozens of feet away.

He looked at Bai Haixin in front of him and waved his sword.

Then he floated back and landed on the ground where he had been.

Bai Haixin looked at Qingxia and frowned slightly, he didn't know what was going on, he just felt a flower in front of him. I didn't know that there was an extra blood line in my neck.

Then he looked at his subordinates beside him.

It's such a simple turn. He turned his head down.

His head detached from his body and fell to the ground.

Blood splattered.

Exclamations began.

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Jun Mo's body shook slightly, and his face became paler.

His spirit and mind. In this simple sweep and retreat, the consumption is even more dramatic.

He could fall at any moment.

He has already killed the enemy's commander.

He never feels like a mighty man.

But he's a real warrior.

A true warrior, even if he only has half a life left. He will also take the head of the general in the midst of all armies.

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A cry of sorrow, followed by a torrential rain of hooves.

The black-pressed cavalry began to charge.

The sound of the flute has sounded, and the spring water is tinkling.

From time to time, cavalrymen fell from their horses, and from time to time, war horses fell to the ground screaming, and then trampled into flesh and blood by their companions behind.

Beigong Weiyang and Ximen are not confused, and they are also holding on.

The strings on the guqin were repaired by the elder brother. Dong Xiao was dredged by the senior brother, and they were injured by the Heavenly Oracle Great Priest's teaching, although they were treated by the senior brother, they could not heal in such a short time.

They bowed their heads and played the piano and flute, looking focused and serious.

The strings were stained with blood, and the pipes began to drip blood.

Mu Yu stood under the eaves of the iron canopy, holding several feathered arrows in his hands. Look at the cavalry rushing like a tidal wave.

The sixth senior brother stood at the front of the tent, clutching the heavy hammer, the muscles in his arms almost breaking his clothes.

The fourth senior brother held the river and mountain plate, his arms trembled, and his face was pale. He knew that the academy was facing the greatest danger at this time, and it was even possible that it would be completely destroyed. But he couldn't help his younger brother and sister.

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Jun Mo waved his iron sword.

The hilt of the iron sword was held in his left hand, and it was still mighty.

The blood is raging, and the hooves are broken and the head is flying.

I don't know how many cavalrymen fell under the iron sword.

But there were too many cavalry rushing towards Qingxia, and he had just broken an arm, and he was seriously wounded, and although he did not retreat like a reef in the black tide, he could not prevent the tide from gradually rising and flooding the reef.

Jun Mo's figure was gradually engulfed by the tide of cavalry.

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Dozens of horsemen crossed the fading iron sword and came to the front of Qingxia.

Mu Yu looked at the somewhat distorted faces of those cavalrymen, and his hands were slightly forced, breaking the feather arrows in his hands.

A pure aura of heaven and earth overflowed from the iron canopy into the wilderness.

On the ground of the field, which was full of blood and water of remnant arrows, five extremely deep ravines suddenly appeared.

Five ravines just enclose the exit of Qingxia.

The ravines are deep, dark and bottomless, but not wide, and will hold the hooves of horses.

The front hooves of a war horse, stepping into a ravine, were broken by the tremendous force of the forward rush.

The neighing of the horses sounded one after another, and in an instant, more than a dozen war horses smashed to the ground.

There were a few shouts from the Templar cavalry, and then they continued to charge.

They knew that this was the power of the formation, and they had to do their best to kill the woman who was presiding over the formation.

The sixth senior brother held the hammer and stood silently at the front, and his burly body completely blocked the junior sister.

More than a dozen cold arrows were shot, and his face did not change.

Clusters of sharp arrows struck him in the chest, leaving only a few small white dots on his dark skin.

One of the horsemen bravely and fortunately crossed the five ravines and rushed to the iron canopy.

The speed of the war horse was extremely fast, and the strong wind was blowing in the face.

The sixth senior brother raised the hammer and smashed it down.

He has been doing this all his life.

Even the powerhouses of the Demon Sect may not be able to avoid his hammer.

Not to mention an ordinary cavalryman.

The heavy hammer smashed accurately into the head of the war horse.

I only heard a click, and the horse's head suddenly cracked, and blood burst out.

The horse fell heavily to the ground. A puff of smoke and dust.

The sixth senior brother raised the hammer again and faced the next enemy.

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I don't know how long the war lasted before Qingxia.

Autumn is moving westward, and the cold winds are getting colder.

The sound of the flute is getting weaker and weaker.

Beigong and Ximen turned pale and kept coughing up blood.

Mu Yu's face became more and more haggard.

Wang Zhi nervously hid behind the iron stove, and looked up at the sky from time to time, as if praying for something.

Only the hammer of the sixth senior brother was still swinging, and the ground was full of war horses that had been killed by the storm.

Among the tidal waves of cavalry. The cold light of the iron sword was no longer visible. Only the flying stumps and blood proved that the man with the iron sword was still alive and fighting.

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The night grew dark.

Torches were lit at the Xiling Temple. Continue to attack Qingxia.

Illuminated by countless torches, the night seemed like day.

The sound of the piano flute in front of Qingxia became more and more chaotic.

Beigong and Ximen's faces were no longer pale, and their cheeks were flushed with a very ominous flush.

They no longer cough up blood. Because they can't cough up blood.

Mu Yu's hair was unkempt, and his mental power was about to dry up.

Even the sixth senior brother's thick arms began to tremble, and the hammer was even a little deformed.

The fourth senior brother stared at the river and mountain pan and was silent.

Wang Zhi had already stood up from behind the iron furnace and looked at the night dome and muttered something.

They hadn't seen the second senior brother for a long time.

But they knew that the second senior brother was still fighting.

The iron sword is still there.

Because Qingxia is still there.

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A whole night passed.

The story of what happened that night, those insistences, it is difficult to tell in words.

The academy disciples who guarded Qingxia, and the temple cavalry who attacked Qingxia. are on the verge of collapse.

Morning came, but the sky was still dim.

Wang Zhi kept looking at the sky, his neck was already extremely sore, but he didn't feel anything.

Suddenly, he shouted.

When the sixth senior brother heard this shout, he was slightly stunned and threw out the deformed hammer. Smash over one of the onrushing cavalrymen, then quickly walk back into the tent.

The fourth senior brother left the river and mountain plate with his left hand, and spat out blood, but he ignored it and took out a rune paper as fast as he could. Use all your mental power to turn that rune paper into a wisp of fresh wind.

The breeze came to the iron stove.

The sixth senior brother twitched the wind and frost with the greatest strength.

The wind is getting stronger.

Then the wind came from the green gorge.

The wind is getting stronger.

The king watched the sky day and night, just waiting for the wind. Wait for the direction of the wind he needs.

At this time, the north wind has arrived.

He took out the powder he had prepared from his bosom, tore it with trembling hands, and sprinkled it on the fire.

A slightly sweet breath, as the medicinal powder was evaporated by the high-temperature fire powder, permeated the iron canopy, and then followed the north wind surging from the Qingxia to the southern wilderness.

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The temple cavalry is still charging towards Qingxia.

Suddenly, they smelled a faint sweet scent.

Then they began to bleed.

Blood flowed from their eyes, from their nostrils.

The blood they shed also had a faint sweet fragrance.

Before one of the horsemen died, he suddenly remembered that he had smelled this fragrance.

At that time, he was still in his hometown, and there was a beautiful girl selling a white flower along the street.

This sweet scent is floral.

The floral scent of mast flowers.

It turns out that the fragrance of flowers can really hit people.

It can really kill.

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In front of the green gorge, the iron sword reappeared.

Although it was already dim, although there were several gaps in the blade of the sword.

But the appearance of the iron sword still represents death.

Cavalry kept falling.

Countless blood splattered into the air and then fell, like a rain of blood.

In the rain of blood, Jun Mo kept killing people.

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The wind is blowing and the fragrance of flowers is gradually dissipating.

The cavalry gradually retreated, and a flat ground finally appeared before Qingxia.

Jun Mo held an iron sword and stood in the middle.

There were corpses all over him.

No cavalry continued to charge.

The black tide turned into a quiet sea.

A Southern Jin Dynasty general looked at the tragic scene in front of him and suddenly felt very tired.

Too many people died that night.

He knew that if he continued to charge, the people of the academy would definitely not be able to hold the Qingxia in the end.

The fragrance of flowers cannot last, and the man holding the iron sword will always have a moment to fall.

But he did not order his subordinates to continue the charge.

Because everyone is already cold, they are already desperate.

The tide beats the reef and can lap for hundreds of millions of years.

But no one can afford it.

The general noticed that several lieutenants under his command, who were famous for their bravery, were looking at the large camp in the south, and he knew that these people, like himself, were waiting for the sound of Mingjin closing his troops.

But there was no sound.

They wanted to fight again, but they didn't have the courage.

I don't know who started, maybe it was just an inconspicuous cavalryman, with a slight sound of horses' hooves, leaving the blood-stained Qingxia and walking towards the south, and then more and more cavalry left Qingxia in silence.

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Jun Mo held the sword in one hand and stood in front of Qingshan.

He was covered in blood and pale, but his expression was still peaceful.

It is a word used to describe mountains and forests.

Sometimes it can also be used to describe a person's temperament and appearance.

For example, he at this time.

Looking at the thousands of cavalry gradually leaving Qingxia, the iron sword in his hand finally slowly fell.

He turned to look at the children under the iron canopy and bowed his head calmly.

Then he looked up at the green hills.

In the morning light, I saw how charming the green mountains were.

It is expected that Qingshan should be like this when he sees him.

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(This chapter can't be divided, so I have to write it all the way, so it's late.) I wrote very happy and calm, this sentence was thought of when Ning Que crossed the Qingxia, this is the second senior brother I like, such as Qingshan, tomorrow Saturday off, I wish you all a happy weekend, if nothing else, Sunday three watches, in addition, this month has not been a monthly pass, at this time to take a look, I really think it is well written. ）