The big tent of the coalition army is really big, and there are hundreds of people sitting at this time, and it still doesn't look crowded. And those people were very silent, so the empty tent even felt a little more silent.

"This is an order from Lord Kamiza. ”

Bai Haixin looked at these people who expressed resistance with silence, and said indifferently: "Don't think about the glory and respect that you enjoy in the sect and in the world on weekdays, you must know that now we are in the army, we are in Fengtian to fight the Tang, and we are carrying out Haotian's will." ”

A cultivator powerhouse from the Cave Xuan Realm stared at him and said sharply, "The heavy cavalry can't rush over, what can we do? Who can withstand the sound of the qin flute?"

Bai Haixin said: "Since you want to abandon your horse and fight, then you don't have to worry about the mount, as for the sound of the piano flute...... The Temple of the Oracle is now making talismans, and it will be distributed to you later. ”

"I don't want to hear any more questions, all you need to do now is accept. ”

Without waiting for those cultivators who were usually extremely arrogant to speak out, he continued with an expressionless face: "What ordinary soldiers can't do, of course, you have to carry it out, otherwise what's the use of the Dao Sect raising you?"

An angry voice rang out from the back of the crowd: "Isn't this for us to die?"

Bai Haixin's face suddenly turned cold, looked at the voice, and said, "Who is talking?"

No one answered, no one dared to answer, and no one dared to speak anymore.

At this time, there were hundreds of strong people in the army and cultivators from various countries and sects in the big tent, if it was peacetime, even if Bai Haixin was the general of the Southern Jin Dynasty. It will not make them silent, but now that they are in the temple alliance, everyone knows that Bai Haixin's words represent the meaning of the Xiling Temple.

Not daring to speak does not mean not thinking. The cultivators' faces were very ugly, and they all knew that what the previous person said was right, the Xiling Divine Temple was to let these small sects of their vassal Taoist sects send them to death, and use their own death to consume the mental power, spirit, and body of the academy disciples......

"Think of your sect. Whether it is going to be eternal, or it will disappear like fireworks, think of the relatives and disciples who stayed in their hometown. Think again about the great existence above the firmament. ”

After Bai Haixin said this, he turned around and left the big tent.

There was a dead silence in the tent, and the silence represented acceptance at this time. Had to accept it.

Compared to the warm atmosphere in the green gorge, it is so cold.

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......

Stretching green hills to block the warm water vapor of Daze in the south, Qinghe County has always been known for its four seasons like spring, but after all, it is late autumn, and after nightfall, the temperature in the fields gradually decreases.

A bonfire was lit in the barracks.

The stars on the night dome were dimly hidden by the silver glow of the bright moon, and at this time, they were reflected by the countless bonfires in the field, and they became more and more faint, and if you didn't look carefully, you would even think that there were no stars in the night sky at all.

More than 20 people sat around a campfire.

These people were all disciples of the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion.

The disciples gathered around a man. The demeanor is extremely respectful.

The man was dressed in sackcloth, with his hair combed in a simple bun, and his face was unremarkable, except for a pair of eyebrows that were very distinctive, as if they had been drawn with an ink pen.

On the ground beside him. There is a somewhat old golden crown.

Only emperors in the world can wear a golden crown.

This man is not the emperor of any country.

He is the emperor of the way of the sword, and he is the sage of the way of the sword.

He is willow white, so the golden crown is beside him.

"The idea of a temple is bound to not work. ”

Liu Bai looked at the bright moon in the night dome and was silent for a long time.

The disciples did not dare to ask questions, waiting for the second half of the teacher's sentence.

"There are only a few people in the academy. They came to stop thousands of troops, which seemed extremely stupid, but they were not stupid, so the temple wanted to use human lives to pile up, and wanted to exhaust Jun Mo's strength, which could not be effective. ”

Liu Yiqing coughed twice in some pain and said: "Although Mr. Second is mighty, after all, manpower is sometimes poor, and with Mr. Er's arrogant and domineering tactics, it is difficult to hold on for too long. ”

Today, he was once again defeated at the hands of the academy disciples, and he was not lightly injured, but he was not as angry and sad as he was back then, and he was able to have enough calm to analyze the situation.

"The temple is like you think, so the mistakes are all the same. ”

Liu Bai said: "You all think that Jun Mo has a proud temperament and domineering tactics, so every time he comes out with a sword, he has to consume more mental power and strength, and it can't last, which is really ridiculous." ”

"Jun Mo's iron sword, smashing or slapping, seems to be more laborious than chopping, but the truth is not, that's because you don't understand, cutting with a sword uses strength, and it is the iron edge that wears out, and his smashing and smashing uses the vitality of heaven and earth, and such a thick iron sword, if you want to wear it out to destruction, I am afraid that you will have to wait until the sky is old and the earth is old. ”

After saying this, the world's number one kendo master, from the bonfire, pulled out a thin branch that had not yet burned, slowly raised it to a foot in front of his eyebrows, and then waved it down at will.

The breath of heaven and earth beside the bonfire moved with the momentum of the branches, and several light and thin breaths stuck to the branches of the branches, accumulating thicker and thicker with the wave, until finally condensed into a ball.

The willow-white branches eventually fell into the campfire.

The breath of heaven and earth condensed in front of the branches of the tree dispersed when it met the fire.

The bonfire burst into flames, and the flames stretched out into the night sky three feet high, illuminating the barracks brightly.

There was an exclamation all around, and after a while, it gradually faded away.

Liu Yiqing lowered her head and thought silently for a long time.

His eyes couldn't see, but his mind could clearly feel what the branch was doing.

"Mr. Two doesn't need strength to swing the sword, he uses the breath of heaven and earth to move the sword, and in turn mobilizes the breath of heaven and earth to help the sword, this is not a martial arts practice, nor is it a means of the Demon Sect, but ...... Different means to the same end. ”

He Huo Ran raised his head, looked at the Qingxia that he couldn't see, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "This kind of sword dao has the least consumption of mental power and body, and he can keep killing all the time!"

"Your opinion is right or wrong. ”

Liu Bai threw half of the stump in his hand into the bonfire and said, "Say you're right." It was you who said the means by which Jun Mo used the sword, and said that you were not right, because you still haven't understood that he is not borrowing heaven and earth to carry the sword......"

"He's beating people with heaven and earth. ”

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......

There was silence around the campfire.

More than twenty Sword Pavilion disciples were silent, each with their own thoughts. They follow the cultivation of the strongest people in the world, practice swords hard, and have their own proud sword hearts, so they are often dissatisfied with the academy. They didn't like the pride of the second gentleman, but at this time they realized that the pride of that person had its own pride.

Liu Bai asked, "Where has Jun Mo's iron sword been all along?"

One of the disciples thought for a moment. He said with some uncertainty: "When he is not holding the sword, the iron sword is in front of him." ”

Liu Bai asked, "How far is it in front of you?"

No one paid attention to this detail.

Liu Bai said: "Only I will pay attention to this detail, because this is what Jun Mo originally wanted me to see." That iron sword has been ...... A foot and a half in front of him. ”

Everyone was amazed.

As everyone knows, the sword saint Liu Bai's most famous kendo concept is to have a sword that is thousands of miles long, less than a foot in front of him.

A foot and a half is longer than a foot.

So a foot and a half in front of you is stronger than a foot in front of you?

Liu Bai knew the disciple's feelings at this time, and said with a slight smile: "Cultivators must be confident, so pride is the most common appearance, I have seen many proud people in my life, such as Ye Su, such as the dead ruling old man, but I have never seen a person more proud than Jun Mo." ”

The disciples were silent.

"And proud. It was his way of death. Liu Bai smiled and said indifferently: "Because pride is love, a true swordsman can't have any superfluous feelings." ”

One of the disciples finally couldn't help it and asked, "When are you going to make a move?"

"The temple is in a hurry. I'm not in a hurry, if the Tang Kingdom is to be destroyed, it must not be a matter that can be determined in a war. ”

Liu Bai said: "This battle of Qingxia is a great opportunity for you to learn from the academy, and Jun Mo is also my favorite opponent, just as Bai Ri said." I'm going to have to wait until he's at his strongest. ”

The disciples thought to themselves that Mr. Two was holding the sword to defend the Qingxia today, the blood-stained wilderness, and he did not retreat a step, he already seemed to be extremely powerful, and even had a feeling of invincibility, could he still become stronger?

Liu Yiqing asked, "When is Mr. Second the strongest?"

"Jun Mo is an ordinary person, so there will be ordinary people's behavior, so today I will spare a few of you lives, but when he holds the sword, he is no longer an ordinary person. When he started to get hurt, when he started to get tired, when he found that his pride was being provoked, when he started to be really angry, when everyone thought he was going to fail, he was the strongest of him. ”

Liu Bai stood up, looked at the quiet Qingxia at the other end of the field, felt the warm breath coming from there, slowly put his hands behind his back, and didn't speak for a long time.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion also stood up and looked at the place, not knowing what he was looking at.

"The army is mighty, the strong are gathered, and when this is in danger, they are still in the mood to cook seriously, well, the rice is a little burnt, but the taste of pickles is really good. ”

The night breeze came slowly, Liu Bai smelled the breath coming from the wind, and said with emotion: "This is life." The process that cannot be affected by either war or killing is life. ”

"Why are the disciples of the academy so calm? It is not because of self-confidence, but because they are doing what they want to do, doing what makes them happy, so they do it as a matter of course. ”

"My sword can be taken for granted, but I can't live as it can be taken for granted as theirs. ”

Liu Bai looked at Qingxia and said with a smile: "The academy is really a very magical place, but it's a pity that the master is no longer there, otherwise I would really want to live in it for a few years." ”

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The second day of the Battle of Qingxia.

The weather was cloudy and seemed to be raining.

The smell of blood in the wilderness grew stronger.

The aroma of millet porridge in the pot is also very strong.

Everyone praised the pickles that Sangsang had pickled in the back mountain that year, and began to bow their heads and drink porridge.

Drink the majestic mountains and rivers.

After drinking the porridge, everyone put on the armor for the second senior brother.

The second senior brother walked into the field with an iron sword in his hand.

The seventh senior sister didn't sleep well last night, she rubbed her eyes that were a little astringent, and said, "Be careful." ”

Today's porridge is full.

Everything.

(To be continued)