The wind at the head of the city was chilly in the early morning.

Just like the wind that blew on the way back to the Sword Sect after playing cards with Su Guang all night in the past.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood on top of the city wrapped in bloody clothes, and the sword cultivators all over the city looked like this, leaning against the city wall and holding the sword, wrapped in clothes and resting quietly with his eyes closed.

Maybe it was because of the rain last night, or maybe it was because they tried two sieges in a row in one day, but today's Huangliang troops still didn't move, quietly lurking in the Daze and green mountains outside the city.

Zhang Xiaoyu blew the wind with a chill and looked into the depths of Daze.

Something seems to have happened in there yesterday.

But Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know what was going on, but he had some faint feelings.

The sword light that pierced through the sky should be aimed at those transgressing arrays.

Therefore, if Senior Brother Jiang Ye didn't have an accident, he should be able to continue to delay the remaining people on the other side of Daze for a little longer.

But how long it can be delayed, Zhang Xiaoyu doesn't know, because it depends on the speed of those witch and ghost Dao people to repair the big array.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it for a long time, and walked towards the north with his sword.

The gentlemen of the Hanging Courtyard are still in the east of the city, which is much easier than the south of the city, and only some troops who have occasionally diverted have tried to attack this side, but it is not as tragic as the southern city, but there is a lot of blood up and down the city.

I have been walking along the city for a long time, all the way to the north of the city, where you can see the quiet Sword Sect garden in the city, and you can also see the world under the Fengqi Ridge.

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped at the head of Beicheng and looked at the north quietly.

Among the mountains that have given birth to many sword cultivators, there is peace.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it for a long time, but frowned.

He naturally knew about the things that happened outside the Lingbei Mountain Moon City.

It's just that I didn't think that those northern troops who were supposed to arrive on the afternoon of the day before yesterday still haven't moved at all.

Although the 80,000 sword cultivators and the senior brothers of the Sword Sect are still able to hold the war on Daze's side now.

But no one can bear the word exhaustion.

What's more, the more the army of Huangliang died outside the city.

Naturally, the more difficult it will be to sustain this war.

The soul conjuring technique, which does not have any lethal power in itself, is an extremely headache for any human world to use in war.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at the city, and the Tonggui Monument hanging in the center of Nanyi City was still silent.

The senior brother hesitated.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the many card houses in the world.

Many of the plaques with the thirteen units and the flowers on the bar have also been closed for a few days.

People didn't play cards anymore.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it quietly for a long time, then raised his hand and touched it into his arms.

It's a red medium.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the red middle in his hand silently, looked at it for a long time, and then put it back.

This was the first red middle he touched after he came to the Sword Sect in Nanyi City.

Chen Huaifeng hesitated.

Zhang Xiaoyu too.

There seemed to be some noise coming from the south side of the city.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the sky to the south.

There were also sword lights mingling in the morning light under the sky.

It seems that the man of yellow sorghum is here again.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there silently with the sword on his back, as if he wanted to raise his hand and touch it into his arms again.

However, at this time, many birds suddenly flew away behind him.

Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at Fengqiling.

There seemed to be a lot of people in the mountain passes.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood at the head of the city and lowered his hand, supporting the city wall that was extremely clean compared to the south of the city, but he was relieved.

Support from the north finally crossed the Fengqi Ridge.

100,000 or 200,000.

For Nanyi City, it is always good news.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the city with a sword on his back, and walked towards the south of the city again with the sword wind.

......

The news that the 200,000 troops in the north who had been beaten by Qingjia crossed the Fengqi Ridge and came to Nanyi City soon spread in the city.

The city is a little more lively.

Nandao watched with his sword behind his back at the entrance of the alley of the Hanging Temple, and then saw Mr. Mei walking back with a smile.

"The arrival of 200,000 secular troops is really more important than the return of the disciples of the Sword Sect from Daze?"

Nandao has been listening to the alley for a long time.

I was still practicing my sword in the magnolia forest before, and I heard some noise in the city, and Nandao thought that the city was broken, so he ran to the mouth of the alley with the sword on his back to watch.

But it turned out that it didn't.

People walked through the streets in twos and threes, talking about the arrival of the 200,000-strong army and the stories of the city.

Mr. Mei smiled and said, "That's natural. ”

"Why?" Nandao was a little puzzled, "Could it be that the people of the world are stronger than the cultivators?" ”

Mr. Mei stopped at the entrance of the alley, leaned against the alley wall and blew the wind, and said slowly: "Do you know why Nanyi City is called Nanyi City?" ”

Nandao shook his head, thought about it again, and said, "I only know that this is the name of a certain generation of cliff masters of the Grinding Sword Cliff. ”

"Nanyi is the master of the Sword Saint Tsing Yi, the king of Nanyi in Huai'an back then." Mr. Mei said slowly.

"Does this have anything to do with what Nanyi City is called?"

Mr. Mei smiled and said, "Of course there is, because Nanyi was here back then, and was trapped by Emperor Huai with an army of hundreds of thousands of people, and finally fled to the northern desert with serious injuries. ”

Nandao was silent for a moment and said, "I see. ”

"Although it is unknown how much human army Emperor Huai used at that time, and whether he himself made a move, it is no longer known in the human world today, but this is still the most brilliant result achieved by the secular army against cultivators in history. The world is never weak, of course, not just words. Mr. Mei said slowly. Thousands of years have passed in the human world, not only the cultivation world is moving forward, but the world is also the same, the armor is sharper, and the battle formation is more reasonable. ”

Mr. Mei said with emotion: "You must know that in the past, in the human world, the cultivation world never participated in the affairs of the human world, but before the Demon Emperor, Huai'an was still able to suppress Huang Liang and Lu Ming for thousands of years, which is naturally the strength of the human armor. ”

Nandao turned to look south.

The 200,000-strong army must have rushed to the southern battlefield.

Mr. Mei also looked over there and said with a smile: "The reason why Nanyi City is in a stalemate now is actually very simple, although the disciples of the Eighty Thousand Sword Cultivation and the Sword Sect are very strong, but Nanyi City lacks basic defensive strength, they can only regard the eighty thousand Sword Cultivators as the defenders of the city, and they cannot take the initiative to attack, that is too risky." ”

"So the arrival of the 200,000 army fills the weakness of Nanyi City in this area and liberates those 80,000 sword cultivators?"

Nandao said thoughtfully.

Mr. Mei smiled and said, "Yes." If I'm not mistaken, there shouldn't be any more sword cultivation in the current city. ”

"They'll go straight to the camp of the witches behind the army."

Nandao's mind also became clear.

Sword cultivation is naturally the sharpest weapon in the world.

Trapping the head of the city as a shield to use it will inevitably be extremely aggrieved.

Nandao thought about those sword lights.

Swords, of course, are used to travel thousands of miles.

Even the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, which advocates the core of the retro Flowing Sword Dao, would not do such a thing as holding the sword and trapping it.

Nanjima took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the courtyard.

Mr. Mei looked at him curiously and asked in the back, "What are you going to do?" ”

Nandao walked in the alley with a sword on his back, and said to himself: "I'm a little excited, go to Jingsi Lake to wash your face and calm down, so as not to have an impulse and run away outside the city to die." ”

“......”

......

Mr. May is actually not right.

Naturally, there will be sword cultivation above the city.

For example, Lu Xiaoxiao, who was injured before.

When the Huangliang army launched its third attack, the 200,000 troops finally arrived belatedly and quickly filled the defensive gap at the head of Nanyi City.

So countless sword lights went out of the city.

Lu Xiaoxiao thought at that time that this might be like a picture of locusts crossing the border.

It's very unaesthetically pleasing.

But perhaps war should never have been beautiful.

There is only endless cruelty and ruthlessness.

Lu Xiaoxiao did not follow the sword sect brothers and stepped on the sword wind and fell to the rear of the Huangliang army.

The wound on her abdomen had been getting worse because it hadn't been properly treated.

Fortunately, she is a sword cultivator, and she has been suppressing those injuries with her sword intent and the vitality in the divine sea.

When reinforcements arrived, she stepped back and untied the hastily bandaged wounds in the rear, where her abdomen was already a blur of flesh and blood.

Lu Xiaoxiao raised his sword to ignite the sword fire, and then slashed against the flesh and blood.

There was an inexplicable smell of meat, Lu Xiaoxiao thought to himself.

After hastily treating the wound and bandaging it again, Lu Xiaoxiao stood up again with his sword in his hand and stood on top of the city.

With the addition of those 200,000 troops, Nanyi City began to push back towards the outside of the city.

People trampled on the flesh and blood of their comrades, and rushed forward with knives in their hands.

There really won't be anything aesthetic.

Lu Xiaoxiao thought quietly.

The 200,000 army, plus the 80,000 sword cultivators and many sword sect brothers in the three realms of the lower realm, naturally had a strong position against the Huangliang Witch Ghost army.

If there is no more support from Osawa's side.

Zhang Xiaoyu: Naturally, they think the same way.

The 300,000 Huangliang army outside the city had actually lost nearly half of them in these attacks.

But those witches and ghosts are really a headache.

Outside the city, the River Styx continued, and there were always dead people who stood up again in a swagger.

Therefore, after the arrival of the 200,000 army, many sword cultivators hurriedly crossed the battlefield and went straight to the rear of Huangliang Witch Ghost Dao.

The war lasted until the afternoon, when it ended rather tragically.

Lu Xiaoxiao leaned on the head of the city, and was relieved to see the sword light that had crossed the green mountains coming towards Nanyi City again.

There is a spirit witch in the army of Huangliang.

It's a well-known thing.

However, in the previous battles, none of the spirit witch overhauls from Huangliang appeared.

Until the participating witches, ghosts, Taoists and Huangliang troops retreated into Daze.

No one was seen.

This is the most incomprehensible thing for Lu Xiaoxiao.

So where did they go?

......

Shu He left the outside of Nanyi City early in the morning.

When the breath of the slave disappeared in Daze.

At the time of the night rain, Shu He returned to Daze.

This Daze is mysterious not only to the people of Nanyi City, but also to the most devout believers of these witches, ghosts, and gods.

The world has not seen that ancient place of cultivation for 2,000 years.

Naturally, it's not just Huai'an.

Shu He didn't know what happened to Chen Nu in Daze, so he cautiously followed those Daze green mountains and went to the depths.

until they stopped at the foot of the hill where a hasty battle had taken place.

Shu He stopped silently.

The body of Chennu lay there quietly.

Facing downwards, he had two sword wounds on his body.

A sword wound was quite hideous, stabbing Chennu's sternum forward, but this sword was not fatal.

What was fatal was another unremarkable looking sword wound, which passed through the heart of the slave very cleanly, and then the sword intent erupted, shattering all the internal organs of the slave.

So an elderly Nanchu Lingwu died silently at the foot of this mountain.

Shu He followed some traces on the ground and walked not far away.

Then he saw the disciple of the Sword Sect who had been dead for a long time.

The placket was open, as if the wind had once blown somewhere.

A person who wields a sword rarely chooses a flowing robe.

Because in the passage of sword light, the flipping robe will obscure the vision, and the shaking placket and cuffs will also interfere with the accuracy of the sword. Unless they are sword intent and swordworth, go straight for a thousand miles.

For example, suddenly a sword came in the world.

The sword comes and the man does not.

will be fluttering on the cliff with a fluttering robe, quite chic.

Therefore, at the place of the battle, a sword cultivator with an open placket is naturally very puzzling.

A disciple of the Human Sword Sect, one of the three major sword sects, would naturally not make such a mistake.

Shu He looked at the corpse of the Sword Sect disciple in silence.

There was a strong aura of witch power left on it.

Shu He didn't have time to think about anything, but he suddenly looked to the north of Daze.

The wind that had blown from Osawa was blowing back.

The wind is the sword wind, there is sword intent in the wind, and there is incomparably rich blood.

Shu He just thought for a moment, and then he understood that those Huangliang armies outside the city had been defeated.

Evacuating towards Daze.

Shu He was not surprised by this.

After all, that's Nanyi City.

Huangliang has not broken through the city's defenses for thousands of years.

But the war is not over yet.

Shu He glanced up at the sky.

Naturally, those transgression arrays will not stagnate for long.

So he lowered his head again and looked at the corpse of the Sword Sect disciple again.

I probably understand what kind of story it is.

Someone killed this Sword Sect disciple.

Then in his body, he looked like a sword suddenly came from the world.

A disciple of the Sword Sect of a small Dao realm, Chen Nu naturally does not take it too seriously, it is the body protector Wu River, and it is an existence that is difficult for them to break through.

But in the body of the Sword Sect disciple, there is another person's divine soul.

The spirit of a spirit witch.

Shu He turned to look north of Daze.

When Chen Nu died, Gongzi went to Nanyi City without sorrow.

Shu He probably understood why Gongzi Wubei would go to Nanyi City at that time.

If you want to take this Sword Sect disciple as the main body, then the ontology naturally cannot be exposed in front of your eyes.

"Flowers are not sad."

Shu He slowly read the name.

Nothing was said.

It seems that a lot has already been said.

At the foot of the mountain, a witchfire gradually ignited.

The two silent corpses quickly disappeared into the flames.

......

Jiang Ye panted and walked on the edge of the river.

Behind him was his own broken green vegetable sword, and he was holding Senior Brother Huaimin's sleepless sword in his arms.

After walking a long way, he followed the tail of the River Styx towards the Yellow Mountains.

The previous burning of the Divine Sea, which caused the current Jiang Ye, is extremely weak, and naturally he will not walk back to Nanyi City from those Daze Taro Seaside.

Choosing to detour around the Youhuang Mountains is naturally an extremely long thing.

But he couldn't take two swords with him, and then bumped into those people who were witches and ghosts, and he didn't even leave his life behind.

Jiang Ye walked on the black soil of the Youhuang Mountain Range, one side upward, the other facing the north.

Because his sword was broken, Jiang Ye took Huaimin's sleepless sword as a crutch after saying sorry, and climbed towards the upper level along the Styx River that fell between the steep mountains towards Daze.

In the afternoon, the April sun shines through the umbrella trees and falls on the black soil.

Jiang Ye sat down sweating profusely, put his sword on his lap, and planned to take a rest.

Then I heard a somewhat familiar voice.

"Ah, hello, little cabbage."

Jiang Ye raised his hand and held the sword, but unfortunately the sea of gods was empty, and those sword intents were lying lazily in the dry Dao Sea, and they had no intention of falling on the sword at all.

But after all, holding the sword, I will feel more at ease.

Jiang Ye followed the direction from which the voice came and looked further up the River Styx.

I saw a man in white sitting on a certain mountain rock embedded in the black soil not far away, who was also panting with his legs crossed and his waist crossed.

Jiang Ye was stunned for a while before remembering who this person was.

Dean of the Hanging Academy, Prime Minister.

Looking at the mottled blood stains on his white clothes, Jiang Ye also realized that this old drunkard had probably suffered something not very good.

After a little silence, Jiang Ye stood up, walked towards it with his sword in his hand, stopped under the mountain rock, and saluted to Prime Minister Qing.

"Sword Sect Jiang Ye has seen the dean."

Qing Xiang sat on the rock, supported his arms and shook his legs, and said: "Don't call me Dean, as the dean of the Hanging Academy, I was chased by my former students for half of the Youhuang Mountain Range, and I feel ashamed to say it." ”

Jiang Ye was silent for a while, and said, "The Huangliang Hanging Courtyard is also out of control?" ”

Qing Xiang smiled and said: "That's not true, Lao Tzu is not dead, which bastard dares to rebel?" ”

After thinking about it, I felt that this sentence was too absolute, so I added: "Maybe there will be a few." ”

Jiang Ye was silent for a while, although Qing Xiang said it very easily, Jiang Ye could naturally see that he had also experienced some rather brutal battles before returning to Huai'an's side.

"The dean has fallen?" Jiang Ye felt the weak aura on this prime minister's body, and asked with some uncertainty.

Prime Minister waved his hand casually and said, "A moment of misconduct, let people sneak attack the Shenhai, and it has to be done as a last resort, it's just a trivial matter." ”

Qing Xiang said, looked at Jiang Ye, and said, "Why do you look like this, what did you do in Daze?" ”

Jiang Ye looked back at Daze, turned his head and thought about it, and said, "Involved in some things." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Probably as a bait, he ambushed and killed a Nanchu Lingwu named Chennu."

Qing Xiang was stunned, and then said with a smile: "It turns out that Chen Nu is also dead, which is really good." ”

“......”