Countless arrows lay horizontally on the metal tarpaulin, a thick layer, which looked like dark dry straw, covering the body of the metal tarpaulin, like a grass house.

The cool autumn breeze blew the edges of the thin metal tarpaulin, making a rattling sound, as if it was stirring the paper in the boudoir of a mansion, and at some point it would tear the paper.

The academy disciples didn't worry that the tarpaulin on their heads would be broken by the autumn wind, they believed in the talent of the sixth senior brother in material science, so they quietly did their own thing.

Liu Yiqing's treacherous sword had turned into a scorched black and bladeless thin iron rod on the furnace, and the sixth senior brother was still holding the hammer and kept knocking, not knowing what he wanted to refine this sword into in the end.

Beigong Weiyang adjusted the strings, carefully wrapped a layer of soft cotton cloth on his ten fingers, and the membrane that Ximen Bufu pasted had also dried, forming a protective layer on the fingertips, and was pressing the holes one by one to try the feel.

The fourth senior brother frowned, staring at the lines in the sand table that changed by themselves, and a few traces of wisdom flashed in his calm and calm eyes from time to time, I don't know what he was calculating at this time, whether it was the life and death of everyone or the outcome of this battle.

Only the love of the seventh senior sister is a little strange.

She was the only woman at the exit of Qingxia, she held the embroidery frame, held her wrist, held the embroidery needle, looked down at the mandarin ducks on the embroidered cloth, and the afterglow actually fell on the field in the distance.

The second senior brother stood there like a green mountain.

There was a worry between her eyebrows, not the current situation, not the safety of the same door under the tent, but the safety of the second senior brother, when Liu Yiqing's treacherous sword was bound by the formation. Only she noticed that on the surface of the armor on the second senior brother's body, an extremely pale white turbulence appeared.

It was the result of the contact between the sword intent and the talisman intent.

The tent at the exit of Qingxia is a array, designed by the fourth senior brother and her, and then arranged by her and the sixth senior brother, showing the highest level of the three of them studying in the academy for many years.

This seemingly inconspicuous canopy can shelter the autumn rain. Can shelter the scorching sun, can it not be broken by the autumn wind......

The most important thing is this tent array. It can shelter everyone under the tent array, and can withstand the attacks that the tent array cannot withstand, and the attacks that the disciples under the tent will suffer. All transferred to ...... The body of the second senior brother.

Qingxia collapsed, and the assassins who had been accumulating thousands of years in the Tang Dynasty suddenly attacked and killed three rune masters of the Xiling Temple, and the second senior brother once said that if the temple coalition forces wanted to cross the Qingxia, they needed to defeat him.

It's not that he didn't take his fellow students of the academy seriously, but a truth.

The second senior brother took the place of all the junior brothers and sisters to bear all the attacks from the Xiling Temple, so before he fell, the academy disciples would definitely be able to hold Qingxia.

However, it also meant that he had to endure more.

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The Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion made a move. Although no one had the luxury of expecting that just a few second-generation disciples of the Sword Pavilion would be able to defeat the people of the Academy, it was still shocking and speechless to end up with such a bleak and speechless ending in the end.

There was a dead silence in the camp of the Xiling Temple.

"Obviously, there is only the Cave Realm...... They all know that those academy disciples are just Cave Mystery Realm...... How can such a wonderful formation be arranged?"

A highly accomplished array master in the Xiling Temple. Looking at the simple tent array at the exit of Qingxia, his face could not help but show a look of admiration.

The formation master's voice came into the gods.

Ye Hongyu frowned slightly, and the blood-like color on the ruling robe became heavier and heavier.

She had lived in Chang'an City for a while and had a lot of dealings with the academy, but it was only at this moment that she realized that the academy's potential was even higher than everyone imagined.

In the decades between Ke Haoran and Ning Que, two generations of academy entrants. The academy has always been very low-key, and not many people in the cultivation world even know who there are in the mountains behind the academy.

The Xiling Shrine and the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion naturally knew more, but their attention was always on Mr. Big, Mr. Second, and Chen Pipi and Ning Que, who were the last to enter, because the mountain behind the academy confirmed that only these four people had advanced to the realm of knowing their fate, and the others had stayed in the Cave Xuan Realm for many years.

Met at the mouth of the Qingxia today, this speculation has been confirmed, those disciples in the back mountain of the academy are indeed only in the Cave Xuan Realm, and if they are placed in the cultivation world, they can be regarded as masters, but in the context of the current battle in the world, the powerhouses of the Knowing Destiny Realm are emerging in an endless stream, and these disciples of the Cave Xuan Realm are very inconspicuous.

Even if those disciples in the back mountains of the academy were the most talented figures in some fields in the past, after so many years, who still remembers their names? and how can genius help cultivation?

So no one cares about them.

Xiling Temple's gaze always stayed on the second senior brother who walked into the wilderness like a bright moon rising out of a green mountain.

It wasn't until the heavy cavalry began to charge, and it wasn't until Liu Yiqing's treacherous sword was smashed into scrap metal that they realized that they were wrong.

They are also second-generation disciples, but the academy is not a sword pavilion.

The academy is not anywhere.

Nowhere else can it compare to the College.

The cave realm of the academy is not an ordinary cave realm.

The disciples in the back mountains of the academy can resist thousands of troops with only a guqin and a dong flute.

What shocked the bigwigs in the coalition was even more that each of the disciples in the back mountains of the academy had their own areas of expertise, and the combination of these people produced an incredible effect.

This is the teaching of no class.

Therefore, the academy will accept people from the Demon Sect, will accept geniuses from the Dao Sect, and will produce characters like Ke Haoran and Ning Que.

This is what you need to teach.

Therefore, whether you are playing chess or chewing flowers, after studying in the academy, you will find your own world.

"Could it be that the master has already thought about the current situation when he accepted the apprentices many years ago?"

Ye Hongyu thought silently, and the awe and admiration for the master in his heart became stronger and stronger.

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"We can't be blocked out of Qingxia. ”

The Great Priest of Heaven raised his head, his eyes fell on the cloudless blue sky through the top curtain of the god, and said: "Haotian and the master are fighting, and they don't know the victory, so the victory or defeat of the battle on earth is extremely important, and Chang'an City is the key to this battle on earth. ”

Cheng Lixue knelt beside him. Serve a cup of tea.

The Great Priest of Heaven took a sip of tea, moistened his somewhat hoarse throat, and said: "Now that the Shocking Array has been temporarily destroyed by the people in charge of the sect, the key to Chang'an City is the victory or defeat between the Lord and Mr. Big, as long as Mr. Big can't hold back the Lord of Views, the Lord can open the gate of Chang'an City." ”

Cheng Lixue's fingers trembled slightly. It was only at this time that he knew the overall plan of the Daomen, and only then did he know that Chang'an City was now in such a crisis.

"Six days later. Chang'an City will be opened, but even the Lord of the Audience will not be able to completely break the Shocking Array, and no one knows when the Majestic City will be able to repair itself. So the army must hurry up. ”

The Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle looked at the green mountain in the north that lay across the wilderness, looked at the narrow exit of the green gorge, and said expressionlessly: "Go on, as long as it is a person, there will always be a time to be tired." ”

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The commander of the coalition army put up a flag in the battalion of the commander-in-chief.

Countless military orders were passed from the commander Bai Haixin to the barracks everywhere.

A moment later, the sound of dense and even somewhat violent hooves sounded again.

More than 2,000 heavy cavalry, accompanied by the sound of war drums, marched out of the queue, and then divided into dozens of groups of cavalry. Keeping a distance from each other, like countless dark clouds, rushing towards the Qingxia.

At the exit of Qingxia, there were still 300 war horses that were seriously injured and difficult to get up, and some cavalry were supporting each other and walking back. These pictures all prove that the charge is ineffective against Qingxia.

But the Xiling Temple coalition army had no other way.

If they abandon their horses and fight on foot, or if they are crushed by hoplites, then they can only become the corpses of the second senior brother's iron sword, and the only thing they can compete with is the impact of the wide and straight iron sword.

This is the only way to break through the Academy's defenses head-on. That's the best way to go.

As the Great Priest of Heaven said, as long as there are people, they will always be tired.

There are more than 200,000 people in the Xiling Temple coalition army, and they will not get tired when they rotate forward.

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Once the sound of dense hooves sounded, it never stopped.

More than 2,000 cavalrymen, maintaining the most efficient formation, launched a charge towards Qingxia in batches, each time the strength invested was not much, but it was ensured that the disciples of the academy needed to deal with it with all their might.

The most important thing is that under the pressure of the severe military orders, these cavalry must ensure that their own attacks are continuous, without a moment in between, and do not give the academy disciples any chance to rest.

The waves formed by the black iron rider kept lapping at the exit of the Qingxia, where there seemed to be an invisible barrier, an invisible reef.

A dark cloud floated past, crashed into the Qingxia, shattered into clouds, and scattered. A black wave pressed over, hit the Qingxia, shattered into foam, and fell silently.

The neighing of the horses, the breaking of bones, sounded clearly in everyone's ears, even louder than the thunderous hoof.

But no matter how miserable the situation in front was, the cavalry behind still launched a charge with expressionless faces, their task today was to send them to death, and their purpose was to use their own death to make the academy disciples feel tired.

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Beigong Weiyang didn't feel tired, or he didn't know what it was like to be tired at this time.

His attention was all on the guqin in front of him, he lowered his head, watching intently at the slightest flutter of the strings, and the black hair that spread out kept swaying in front of him.

His clothes had already been soaked with sweat, and even his hair had become extremely wet, and as he played, a bead of sweat fell from his hair.

With a soft snort, the bead of sweat fell on the strings, instantly burning into a cloud of green smoke.

But he didn't pay attention to this at all, he still kept playing.

His fingers kept picking and twisting on the strings, moving like lightning, playing a silent music, and the cotton cloth wrapped around his fingers had already shattered, and blood stains could be faintly seen.

Simon wasn't confused or tired, he just felt a little pain.

His hand hurts.

The adhesive film that had been attached to the fingertips had already been torn apart, peeled off and dried into powder, flying beside the pipe, like fog and smoke.

On the smooth and smooth pipe, mottled blood stains have already appeared.

It blends with the hidden vermilion color of the pipe itself, and it is very beautiful.

This pair of brothers, who are the best at music and rhythm, are the most out-of-the-box, the most cheerful, and the most joke-loving people in the mountains behind the academy.

At this time, however, they had no grace to speak of, and were in no mood to tell jokes, and their faces were pale, their lips were withered, and their hair was unkempt, and they were as haggard as those old luthiers who were street performers.

Their expressions at this time were very solemn, very heavy, and very solemn.

This kind of weight makes their bodies show another heart-wrenching atmosphere.