The black hair that started from Ning Que's blade blew across the ten-mile long street, slashing the Guan Zhu's body and liver and intestines, and making him fall on the lakeside like a dead fish, but he did not stop there, but continued to travel south.

There are 2,000 elite cavalry dozens of miles south of the city, and they don't know what happened in Chang'an City at this time, and they are still dreaming of burning and looting everywhere after entering the city.

There were very few people in the Xiling Temple who knew about the overall plan of the Guanzhu, but Longqing was one of them, because in a sense, he was the last disciple of the Guanzhu on the shore of the South China Sea.

Long Qing thought that he knew what was going on in Chang'an City-he came here by surprise for thousands of miles at any cost, just to cooperate with the Watchman.

Guan Zhu should have defeated the academy, broken the shocking array, and Chang'an City, which was not protected by any formal army, was a sinner waiting to be killed in front of his 2,000 cavalry.

Thinking of this, Long Qing's mood couldn't help but be good, his cavalry would become the first army in history to attack Chang'an City, and it would also become the last army to destroy Chang'an City.

He is the prince of Yan Kingdom, and the son of Xiling God, destroying Chang'an City and destroying Tang Kingdom is his lifelong wish, in order to achieve this wish, he has put in too much effort and difficulty, and even his soul has suffered countless tests of ice and fire, and he has already been covered with bruises and miserable.

For him, while destroying Chang'an City, there is one more thing he must accomplish - killing Ning Que, an opponent who has left too many cruel memories in his life.

In the green mountains behind Zhishouguan, he devoured half of the Daoist's lifelong cultivation with gray eyes, and devoured the spiritual power of many royal court priests in the wasteland, his current realm has already been forcibly promoted to the peak of the Zhizhi Realm, although he knows that Ning Que has now also advanced to Zhizhi, but he firmly believes that this victory will definitely be himself.

From the wine banquet in Chang'an City, to the stone path on the mountain behind the academy, to the arrow on the snow cliff in the wasteland, to the autumn rain outside the Red Lotus Temple, he has lost to Ning Que too many times, and what makes him angry the most is that Ning Que is obviously inferior to him in all aspects, but he has been defeated again and again.

If there is really a fate in the world, if Hao naively looks down on this world calmly and lovingly, then inexplicably - after losing so many times, it is always his turn to win.

The more you give, the sweeter the fruits you will take-----Long Qing looked at the looming Xiongcheng in the north, thinking of the picture when he entered the city later, and the picture of Ning Que falling under his sword in pain, and suddenly felt that the pain he had endured in the past few years had turned into an intoxicating fragrance.

The cottage beside the road kept collapsing in the raging fire, the flames dancing on the silver mask, his eyes exposed outside the mask were as calm as ever, but the hand holding the reins trembled slightly.

At that moment, the fire in the village was suddenly extinguished!

Long Qing looked at the village that suddenly became extremely quiet, looked at the scorched earth and ruins with black smoke, looked at the lonely wilderness, raised his eyebrows slightly, and a very strange feeling arose in his heart.

Even the most violent rain could not extinguish such a large fire in such an instant, and even the most violent winds could not blow out all the flames in the village.

And the clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky, where there were traces of rain, the fields on both sides of the official road were quiet and abnormal, and the scorched willows were quiet, and there was not even a trace of fresh wind.

What's going on?

The cavalry around also noticed this strange scene, and looked around with some confusion.

Long Qing didn't look in any other direction, just stared at the other end of the official road.

This straight and spacious official road, leading directly to Chang'an City, is the Vermilion Bird Gate.

He faintly saw that there was black wind and sand, whistling from afar.

Long Qing didn't know what that black wind was, but his heart subconsciously beat faster, and his Dao heart shook slightly, giving birth to infinite fear, and he wanted to avoid it from afar.

"Spread out!

Long Qing's face turned slightly pale, and he shouted to the two thousand cavalry scattered around, and then as soon as he lifted the reins of his horse, he wanted to gallop down the official road and run towards the ruins of the village that had been scorched earth.

These two thousand cavalry, composed of the temple apologetic cavalry and the cavalry directly under the Left Tent Royal Court, were the most loyal and elite subordinates of Longqing, extremely well-trained and strictly disciplined. Although the cavalry didn't know what was going on, and they didn't see the black wind in the distance, they listened to Long Qing's sharp order, and everyone did not hesitate to kick their horses and desperately disperse towards the fields on both sides of the official road.

As a strong man who knows his fate at the pinnacle, Longqing's perception of danger is very accurate and timely, and the two thousand cavalry also perfectly demonstrated their own action and made the fastest response.

However, this black wind from Chang'an City had already surpassed the scope of the human world, and it could not even be described as speed, and it broke through more than ten miles in an instant, coming to Longqing and the cavalry.

The wind is the flow of air, and the air itself has no color, so the wind in the world has always been colorless, and the reason why this wind raging between heaven and earth is black is because there are many things mixed in it.

The mud and snow, the leftovers from the teapot, and the green bricks of the iron pot were all in this violent wind, so that the clear light from the sky could not fall to the ground, so it looked so drowsy.

What is really terrifying is that in addition to those hard things, there are also countless knife intents hidden in this black wind, and those knife intents are so sharp that even the whistling wind seems to have been cut into countless pieces by it!

Some of the cavalry, before they had time to run into the field, and still stayed on the official road, were the first to encounter this black wind, they shouted in terror, and then the shouting suddenly stopped, and their bodies were cut into countless pieces, and their mounts were also cut into countless pieces at the same time, and then they were swept up by the wind.

The cavalry that scattered into the field did not avoid the sharp edge of the black wind, even if they dismounted and hid behind the broken wall, and the broken wall was cut, and then their men were cut open, and they hid behind the mound, and the mound was overturned by the wind, and then their men were also swept up by the wind, and they did not know where they went.

The black wind came, like the deepest and deepest night.

In the thick night, I could only hear the sound of countless blades breaking through the air, but I couldn't see the person wielding the knife.

The cavalrymen let out a desperate cry and died.

Long Qing looked at the house in front of him that had been cut into countless pieces by the wind, and his face was slightly pale.

At this time, the black wind had come to him, and he finally saw some details in the wind clearly. He saw those ordinary people's utensils in Chang'an City, and then he saw those knife marks.

He knew who had swung the knives.

With a clear roar, he took out the dark and quiet lotus flower from his chest and faced the black wind.

This is his natal lotus, and he did not hesitate to use it for his life's cultivation.

However, even if the viewer realized the quiet realm between life and death, and turned the white bones and flesh into white-stemmed red lotus, he was finally cut by this black wind and did not know the life and death, life is better than death, let alone him?

The black lotus flower withers at a rate visible to the naked eye, and then the petals fall off.

Countless tiny blood cuts appeared on Long Qing's body.

The silver mask on his face cracked like an arid field, then peeled off.

I don't know how long it took, the black wind finally stopped, and no one knew where the black wind went, whether it disappeared or shattered the void and entered another dimension.

The wilderness south of the city returned to calm, but instead of clear light, a terrifying rain of blood, or more precisely, a torrent of flesh and blood.

The cavalry and war horses that were cut into pieces of flesh by the sword intent rose with the black wind and swept into the air for an unknown number of zhang, until at this time the black wind disappeared and fell to the ground one after another.

Tens of thousands of pieces of flesh and blood kept falling on the official road and in the fields, making a dull crackling sound, splashing countless blood flowers and terrifying juices.

The 2,000 cavalry who raided Chang'an City all died in the black wind, most of them were turned into pieces of flesh and blood scattered all over the fields, and some were swept directly into the air and then fell to death.

On the branches of the trees on the southeast side of the official road, there were pieces of meat and corpses, and more than a dozen black crows flew around, not going around the trees, and made cheerful calls, ready to welcome this grand feast.

These black crows can't eat all the flesh and blood, and there must be a lot of residue. These cavalrymen had burned down the cottages, and the willows had turned into charred and black branches, and they were thought to have been nourished by their flesh and blood, and in a few years, the willows here would surely grow very beautifully.

Long Qing is still alive.

He looked at Chang'an City in the distance.

The silver mask has been shattered, the old wounds have not gone away, and there are many new wounds on the face, and the once perfect face is now very terrifying, like the ghost corpse of the legendary underworld.

He burst out laughing, and then cried bitterly.

For the sake of that city, in order to kill the person in the city, he paid an extremely painful price, and was even willing to show his soul, but when he saw that he was about to succeed, he found that it was still just wishful thinking. The city seemed so close, it turned out to be ...... Still that far.

He hadn't even seen Ning Que yet, so he was defeated, and he was defeated to the point of flesh and blood.

What made him feel the most painful was that Ning Que's knife was not cut by him, and I believe that Ning Que didn't even know that he had been to Chang'an City before, and he was once so close to Chang'an City.

And he was defeated like this.

He looked at Chang'an City in the distance and let out a desperate shout.

"Ning Que!"

From the moment he entered the second floor of the academy, there were good people in the world, describing Ning Que and Prince Longqing as lifelong enemies, but Ning Que really didn't know that Longqing was in the south of Chang'an City at this time.

He didn't even know that Longqing was blown into a madman by that black wind, and the two thousand elite cavalry who would have brought ruin to Chang'an City were cut into a rain of flesh and blood by the sword intent in the wind.

He cut down the Lord.

The tens of millions of Tang people in Chang'an City are also the ones who want to cut down.

He slashed out, and the black wind brought the night to the world, and the viewer flew out.

Suzaku Avenue was quiet, whether injured or not, everyone looked at Ning Que's back, and it was the old lady who finally broke the silence.

The old lady asked in a trembling voice, "Are you dead?"

The people on the streets had courage, but none of them wanted to face such a terrifying figure as the viewer again.

Ning Que shook his head.

Everyone was silent.

Ning Que said: "But even if you don't die, it's useless." ”

Hearing his words, no one reacted for a while.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi leaned against the wet wall and glanced at each other with some confusion.

The old lady was stunned, and scolded with a smile: "At this time, I still come to tease you." ”

He walked in the direction of Dongcheng on crutches and shouted: "It's over, what are you still doing in a daze, go home when you should go home, look for your mother when you should find your mother, who is coming, hurry up and go to the Imperial Medical Department to call someone." ”

Old Mrs. Chu let out a heroic laugh and handed the old knife to the little daughter-in-law behind her.

It was only at this point that the outcome of the battle was finally confirmed.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi looked at each other and smiled.

Dr. Tea smiled.

Everyone laughed and laughed out loud.

The cheerful laughter gradually spread.

In every street and alley in Chang'an City, there was laughter.

Yu Curtain hugged the senior brother and walked towards the street.

The elder brother and the master chased for seven days, and the mental power had already been exhausted, and today in Chang'an City, from the morning to this time, from the street to the sky, he was seriously injured, and the bones on his body were broken.

"Senior brother, I don't usually think you are so tall in the back mountain. ”

Yu Curtain looked at the tips of the senior brother who were about to hang down into the residual snow, and frowned slightly and said.

The frowning is because of confusion and because of pain.

She jumped into the blue sky, and then fell from the blue sky, and she had to hold the senior brother, although she was the sect master of the Demon Sect, and she was also seriously injured, she couldn't bear this pain.

Blood poured out of her slender ankles, and the bones in the flesh shattered into many pieces, and with each step, stubble pierced into the flesh, causing endless pain.

The curtain stopped in the middle of the street, and thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The elder brother landed on the ground, took her in his arms, and walked towards the side of the street, coughing up blood.

Finally walked to the side of the street with difficulty, the senior brother put her down, watched her explain seriously in a slow voice: "Senior sister, it's not that I've become taller, it's that you've become shorter. ”

Yu Curtain snorted.

The two sat side by side on the broken threshold.

The elder brother looked across the street and called for a hand.

Mo Shanshan didn't see it, because she was looking at the street.

On the street, Ning Que looked up at Qingtian and said, "Teacher, have you seen it?"

After a while, he said again, "Sangsang, have you seen that?"

Ning Que sat down slowly.

Countless knives sounded in Chang'an City, and it was the sound of returning to the sheath.

Countless sneering sounds sounded on his body, and it was the sound of returning to the battle.

Countless heaven and earth vitality surged out of his body and returned to the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

He began to bleed, and the blood was instantly shaken into a mist, and there were countless thunderbolts in the mist.

One moment of disillusionment, another moment of rebirth.

Mo Shanshan walked up to him and helped him up.

They also sat on the broken threshold.

The four men sitting on the threshold did not speak, just quietly looked at the sky.

It was as if there was a beautiful picture in the sky.

There are no pictures in the blue sky.

Only the flames of the iron knife earlier left two traces of water vapor on it.

Water vapor is the cloud.

That's a word written by the cloud.

A big "human" word.

After a long time, the word faded away.

As if it had never been there.

(There is another chapter, which may be later, tomorrow Monday, please vote for your recommendation.) ）