Nandao was carrying most of the flasks, but he couldn't understand the meaning of this meeting.

Could it be just that the inseparable bond of relationship beneath the similar faces of the two represents?

After looking around the city for a while, Nandao walked back to the city with wine.

Mr. Xie probably didn't want this half pot of wine, so Nandao drank the wine and walked all the way.

Halfway through, I saw Mr. Ming standing quietly under the eaves not far away.

Thinking that he had finally remembered his wine, Nandao stepped forward and handed the jug to Mr. Ming.

Mr. Ming didn't take it, just looked at the top of the city quietly.

Nandao thought that Nan Chu Lingwu was back again, but when he looked back, there was nothing, just the mist of the early morning floating on the city, like the smoke of cooking at sunset.

"Mr. Ming?"

Nandao looked at the man in front of him and exclaimed tentatively.

Mr. Ming came back to his senses and looked down at the young man, but he smiled a little lonely.

"What is the gentleman thinking?"

Nandao asked curiously, carrying a flask.

Mr. Ming was silent for a while, and said softly: "I just remembered a sentence I heard before, which is called that all encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence." But I don't think so. ”

"What's wrong?"

The South Island was a little puzzled.

Mr. Ming said slowly: "All the long-lost reunions in the world are just encounters. ”

Nandao listened to this sentence quietly, and always felt a great sense of alienation in it.

"Who's that man?"

Nandao handed the flask to Mr. Ming, who still didn't take it, just waved his hand.

"Ming mayfly, Nantuo Lingwu, the main messenger of this war."

"I see."

"Aren't you weird?"

"It's really strange, when such a person comes to Nanyi City, no one wants to keep him?"

Mr. Ming did not think that the strangeness that Nandao said came from this.

After being stunned for a long time, he came to his senses and explained softly: "Because no one in Nanyi City can keep him now, not even a person like Gongzi Wubei, let alone him?" ”

"But I saw that the sword of the previous Sword Sect Senior Brother was there."

"The sword is there, just tell him that the Human Sword Sect has seen him, and the Sword Sect Master Brothers are holding something in their hands, but they are not sure what that kind of thing is, so they have not dared to use it, but after all, that kind of thing is in their hands, if Ming Mayfly really wants to do something in Nanyi City, they will naturally not have so many worries."

Nandao nodded thoughtfully.

Mr. Ming had already turned around and walked towards the deserted long street.

Nandao looked down at the flask in his hand again, and asked in the back, "Mr. is not drinking?" ”

Mr. Ming said quietly: "I'm not an alcoholic, I naturally have to take advantage of drinking, and since the interest is gone, I naturally don't drink." ”

Nandao stood there, watching Mr. Ming's figure fade into the street.

Looking back for a while, Nandao continued to drink the rest of the wine with the flask in his hand, and walked forward.

After walking a short distance, he saw a man with a broken knife sitting in the alley not far ahead.

Simon?

Nandao thought curiously, but didn't avoid it, and walked through the alley while looking at the west gate.

"May I take a look at your sword?"

Ximen, who was originally sitting quietly on the stone pier at the entrance of the alley, suddenly spoke after Nandao walked over.

Nandao was looking up and drinking wine, and when he heard this, he turned his head to look at his peach blossom sword, and then looked at the sword cultivator who was said to be very famous, put down the wine jug and thought about it, and said, "Why should I show it to you?" ”

Simon smiled and said, "Because your sword seems to have the smell of grinding sword cliffs, which makes me a little curious, if you don't want to, then forget it." ”

Naturally, the South Island was reluctant.

Whether it was Chen He or Zhang Xiaoyu, they all said words similar to those who wanted him to stay away from heavenly hell.

Naturally, Nandao would not believe the words of the people of this place where even the walls were black.

So he said directly: "I don't want to." ”

Then he turned and walked on.

Simon's appearance here is naturally not a coincidence.

I saw Nandao yesterday, and the more I thought about it after I went back, the more suspicious I became.

So today I planned to go to Nanyi City to find the trace of this young man, but as soon as I went out, I saw that young man following Mr. Ming of the Witch Ghost Courtyard towards the west of the city.

Simon simply waited at the mouth of the alley.

Then the young man walked back with Mr. Ming.

Simon was not in a hurry, and waited until Mr. Ming left, and then walked out, waiting for the young man to pass by.

So even if Nandao really didn't want to, Simon must take a look at the sword.

Nan Dao had only walked a few steps before he felt someone reach under the umbrella behind him, and as soon as he grasped his sword, Nan Dao hurriedly put down the wine jug and raised his hand to also hold the hilt of the peach blossom sword.

Turning around, Simon with the broken knife on his back was standing behind him, holding the peach blossom sword in one hand, trying to pull it out.

A sword cultivator was pulled out in front of him.

Naturally, it is a great shame.

Although Nandao has not been cultivating swords for a long time, he also thinks that he has cultivated half of his sword, so naturally he will not allow anyone to do such a thing.

The sword intent on the peach blossom sword burst out, and at the same time, some of the vitality that had been accumulated in the Nandao Divine Sea also spread out of the body, trying to shake Ximen's hand away.

Although Ximen was seriously injured by Beitai's borrowed finger, he was also a cultivator of the Seven Realms of the Small Path after all, so he naturally would not be freed from Nandao like this, and his hand held the hilt of the sword tightly, but he didn't have any intention of letting go.

Although the sword intent burst out, it was suppressed by Ximen's sword intent, and all of them returned to the peach blossom sword body.

"I just want to see it." Simon said quietly, holding the hilt of the sword and about to pull it out.

"I'll go to your mother's, can your wife show me?"

Nan Dao scolded directly, also holding the hilt of the sword, and then turned around suddenly, although the peach blossom sword was not pulled out, it also changed from being tied to Nan Dao's back to hanging between the two, and was held there by each of them with half of the hilt.

"I don't have a wife yet."

Ximen said quietly, suppressed with a sword intent, and wanted to snatch all the hilts of the Peach Blossom Sword in his hands.

Nandao knew that the enemy was no match for Ximen, but he held the hilt of the sword and pressed it down hard, and then held the umbrella in his left hand and smashed it directly at Ximen with the umbrella surface.

Simon didn't care about it originally, but until the umbrella smashed on his shoulder, the whole person was as if he had been hit by a boulder, and he couldn't help but snort, subconsciously let go of his hand, and looked at the umbrella in Nandao's hand in a daze.

"What kind of umbrella are you?"

"It's your business!" Nandao grasped the scabbard and stepped back.

Simon collected his attention, but he didn't pay attention to what kind of umbrella it was, and raised his hand to hold the broken knife behind him.

Nandao looked at Simon in shock.

"The people in Heaven and Hell are really shameless, such a high realm likes to grab things, forget it, and you fucking plan to use the knife, you look like a person!"

Ignoring Nandao's words, Simon pulled out his broken knife, quickly approached Nandao, and then slashed down.

Nandao hurriedly sank under the umbrella, a trick that was tried and tested.

Simon's broken knife slashed at the black umbrella, but it splashed with bursts of sparks, and he saw that another piece of it had collapsed.

But Simon frowned at his knife, then at the umbrella in the south island, and then jumped up, turned in the air and slashed again.

The South Island did not hold an umbrella again.

Although the knife can be blocked, the force on the knife will not.

I just blocked a knife, but my arm was numb, and I couldn't hold the umbrella tightly, and if I blocked another knife, I was afraid that even the umbrella would be lost.

Naturally, Nandao didn't want to see such a thing happen.

So the sword wind was surrounded by the wind under his feet, but he retreated backwards.

Simon slashed at the wall, drew his sword, and headed for the South Island.

Nandao didn't know what was crazy about this person from Hell, raised his eyes and looked around, the streets and alleys were deserted, and he didn't pin his hopes on outsiders anymore, he stabilized the black umbrella with his left hand, held the scabbard with his right hand and put the peach blossom sword against the ground, and then held the hilt of the sword, pulled out the sword, and slashed at the west gate with the same sword.

Simon's knife was broken, so when Nandao's sword could cut him, Simon's knife naturally couldn't touch him.

Nandao naturally didn't want to really fall out with the Heavenly Hell, so this sword just wanted to force Ximen back.

However, when Simon saw the sword, he did not dodge, and still fell with the sword, and it was obvious that it was indeed as Nandao thought.

Simon's sword was hollowed.

But Nandao's sword fell on Simon's shoulder.

I thought Simon would go completely crazy.

It's just that after Nandao drew his sword and slashed a sword, Ximen stopped, put away his knife quietly, turned his head to look at the wound on his shoulder, and looked back at Nandao.

This gave the South Island a sense of confusion.

Simon's gaze fell on the bloodied sword in Nandao's hand, and then turned to leave.

"You'd better not."

Simon's voice remained in the deserted streets.

Nandao frowned and looked at the man who left with the broken knife on his back, not knowing what this sentence meant.

What not?

Nandao looked down at his sword, was silent for a while, and walked back to pick up the flask that had been thrown on the ground, fortunately the flask was wooden, not broken, but spilled a lot of wine.

Nandao poured wine on his sword, washed away the blood, drank it all, and muttered.

"What's wrong?"

Then he headed south of the city.

......

Simon certainly had nothing wrong with him.

As a person with the same name as the four-broken sword Cheng Lu, it is a shame to fight back and forth with such a small sword cultivator with no sword intent on such a street.

If he was also cut with a sword, it would naturally be even more humiliating.

But that's what Simon wants, of course.

After being slashed by Nandao, Simon returned to the Heavenly Prison with the sword wound.

In the prison hall where Liu Yueyue's bloody clothes were hung, he took a piece of paper and burned it directly on the blood marks on his shoulder.

Then I took off the paper and looked at it quietly for a long time.

It was almost identical to the sword marks left on the corpse.

In fact, when the young man pulled out the sword, Simon was almost able to confirm it.

Yes, it's the sword.

But Simon chose to come back anyway, not just to determine the result more carefully.

What's more, the current Heavenly Hell is almost a mess.

There was still no news from Shanyue City.

This made Simon only hope for Di Qianjun's awakening.

But judging from the current situation that Di Qianjun is still in a coma, he may not be much better than Ximen who was seriously injured by Shanhe after waking up.

Everything has to start with Lin Erliang's whimsical self-examination in prison.

directly led to the collapse of this Nanyi City branch organization.

Simon crumpled the paper and tossed it aside, turning his head to look at his knife.

There was a new gap in the broken knife.

It was left behind on the boy's black umbrella.

What kind of umbrella is that?

Simon raised his hand and stroked the broken knife.

There was a faint aura of inexplicable sword intent there.

Is it an umbrella forged by sword intent?

Simon was a little frightened.

Who would be a young man holding such an umbrella?

......

Zhang Xiaoyu sat upright on top of the city, and Parrot Zhou reluctantly circled around him.

Just now, Zhang Xiaoyu has been looking at the city silently.

Look at the long street between the South Island and the West Gate.

It wasn't until the two of them left that they withdrew their gaze and looked outside Nanyi City again.

Last night, the brothers launched an attack at the end.

In the beginning, it did lead the other party's men into chaos.

But soon the counterattack began against convenience.

The impact of 300,000 people gathered together was naturally not to be underestimated, and those Lingnan sword cultivators were all loose groups that had not been trained, so naturally after the group of a few people was washed away, they inevitably panicked.

In the end, in desperation, he had to retreat back to the green mountains, and at the same time the large army withdrew towards Nanyi City.

Fortunately, the Huangliang army still cared about the single combat ability of the sword cultivators, and did not catch up, which made the losses of those sword cultivators a little less.

However, after this battle, many sword cultivators who originally had some contempt began to straighten up.

After all, among the 300,000 troops, there are also nearly 10,000 witch and ghost cultivators, and after having enough external defense power, the combat effectiveness of the witch and ghost path is naturally extremely amazing.

As the sword cultivator retreated, the people of the Witch Ghost Dao were also stationed on the edge of Daze outside the city, and they did not advance to Nanyi City again.

It's not just Nanyi City who wants to know what happened in Daze, but also those Huangliang people who suddenly cut off contact with the rear.

It's the situation that has fallen here*** stabilized.

Mei Quming's three senior brothers have returned to the city, and the three senior brothers all have some injuries on their bodies, which are left by forcibly rushing into the witch camp.

At this time, the three of them stood on the top of the city with some sorrow and began to discuss countermeasures.

Mei Quming glanced out of the city, frowned and said, "It seems that we still have to retreat to the head of Nanyi City, just retreating to Nanyi City means giving up the most flexible attack method of Lingnan Sword Cultivation." ”

Qu Shaming was silent for a while, and said: "But staying in Qingshan, once they start to besiege Qingshan, I am afraid that these people in Lingnan will not be able to escape from it." ”

"The ghost art cover of the people of the witch and ghost path is too difficult, even if it is a sword cultivator, it may not be able to get any benefits under the complementarity of the two." Nan Dequ also said solemnly.

The three of them discussed for a long time, but they didn't hear what Zhang Xiaoyu said, and turned their heads to look at Zhang Xiaoyu who was sitting on the head of the city with a sword in his hand.

"What are you thinking?"

Zhang Xiaoyu came back to his senses, looked at the three of them, shook his head, and said, "I was just thinking about what the senior brothers in Dazeli met." ”

The three of them also looked at Dazezhong.

Zhang Xiaoyu continued: "Actually, the senior brothers are thinking too much. ”

Mei Quming was stunned for a moment and said, "Why? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said quietly: "We just need to hold on." ”

The three of them fell silent, Qu Shaming looked back at the north and asked, "How long will it take for the north to have support?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said: "I don't expect support from the north, they can naturally not eat or drink, but the 300,000 army needs, and relying on Yunmeng Daze means that they are cut off from Huangliang, even if they have the formation of Yuexing, they still need a lot of food and grass burden, which is why after the problem in Daze, their offensive momentum has also slowed down." ”

Nan Dequ pondered for a long time, and suddenly found that what Zhang Xiaoyu said was extremely right.

Perhaps because they felt that the Human Sword Sect should not be bullied, they were always thinking about how to deal with the Huangliang army head-on.

But this is on the battlefield, and it is not the same as the battle of sword cultivation.

"What if they bypassed Nanyi City and got supplies from the surrounding area?"

"Then there would be no point in this war."

It wasn't Zhang Xiaoyu who said this.

The three senior brothers turned their heads to look, but it was Mr. Ming from the Hanging Courtyard.

Although the identity of the person of the Witch Ghost Dao was a little embarrassing at this time, Mr. Ming didn't care about anything, walked to everyone's side, and said quietly: "This battle is to make a name for the Witch Ghost Dao. ”

"So whether it's plundering the world, or bypassing Nanyi City, it's a meaningless thing for this war."

Mr. Ming quietly looked at the black crowd under the green hills outside the city.

"There is a Human Sword Sect in Nanyi City, and their purpose is to step on the Human Sword Sect to make a name for themselves."

"So whether it's besieging a city or breaking a city, as long as the banner of the Witch Ghost Road is erected outside Nanyi City, the world will always remember the name of the Witch Ghost God Cult for a long time."

"There is no war that must be won, and there is no war that must be won, and the mayflies and their spirit witches have not even appeared on the front of the battlefield." Mr. Ming looked at the people of the Sword Sect and said softly, "When Nanyi City is facing the battle, many disciples of the Human Sword Sect are forced to reappear in the human world, and their purpose has been achieved. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Daze and said, "That's true. ”

A group of people looked at the southern Daze quietly above the city.

The breeze is gusting, and the early morning can naturally be regarded as the sunset of the night, and even the morning glow on the horizon has not yet dispersed.

"What if they appear on the frontal battlefield?"

Mei Quming looked at Mr. Ming and asked.

Mr. Ming laughed and looked back at the city.

"Nanyi City belongs to your Human Sword Sect, what is the background, you naturally know better than us."

Qu Shaming sighed and said, "Although Senior Brother Huaifeng is sitting on the tomb mountain, in fact, he should be even more bottomless than us, Nanyi City has not been at war for a thousand years, and no one knows what to do." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu relaxed after hearing Mr. Ming's words, his brows that had been frowning for several days slowly relaxed, and he looked at the senior brothers and said, "Then let's hold it first." ”

None of the brothers spoke again.

Now that it has been said that it is here, it is natural to give up the green mountains outside the city.

The Lingnan sword cultivators are coming towards the city.

There was a sword fire lit in the mountains.