"I always felt like I had been cheated by the dean."

Even if the prime minister has become Huai'an's anti-thief now, this little sword cultivator from the Hanging Xue Academy has habitually called him Dean.

Fu Jiangnan sat on a mountain rock by the river, holding his sword and looking back at the south very melancholy.

They have already left Lingnan for a long time.

Although it is still in the territory of Shanyue, it has also crossed Shanyue City.

They don't know where they're going.

Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong just took the teenagers all the way to the north.

The Tianya Sword Sect and the Little White Sword Sect naturally did not have any sad stories.

After all, their senior brother went to the world, and their senior brother is still fine.

Only the senior sister Chu Yuan, who was said to have a great relationship with the Sword Sect in the world, stayed on the Lingnan battlefield.

It's just that Chu Waist is obviously not familiar with those teenagers, and there is no excessive emotion in the hearts of the teenagers.

Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaowu were there to help Lu Xiaoyi roast some meat, and when they heard this, Lu Xiaosi asked curiously, "Why?" ”

Fu Jiangnan said wistfully: "It was he who asked me to come to Lingnan at the beginning, but it was he who ruined Lingnan. ”

When the little boys heard this, they also had some sad looks.

After all, for the little four, Lingnan is also a place that has been there for some time after all.

Fu Jiangnan probably also realized that he had said the wrong thing, sat there and laughed awkwardly, looked around again, and saw Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong, who were building some simple sheds there, so they jumped down with their swords and walked towards that side.

"Is there anything you can help with, Master?"

Wu Dalong casually pointed to a few felled logs on the side.

"Help me get them here and stand up."

"Okay."

Fu Jiangnan was also busy.

Deep in the mountains and forests in the distance, other teenagers were collecting firewood.

Because the subordinates are all beginners, Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong still habitually build some residences wherever they go.

After all, young people are not really able to cultivate, and they will inevitably contract some diseases if they sleep in the open air.

What's more, the mountain and moon city has already passed, even if Lingnan has been lost, behind this mountain city, it can be regarded as safe after all.

After a long period of work, a group of people finally built a simple dwelling in the forest.

Lu Xiaoyi and the others also made something to eat, so a group of young people gathered around the fire and began to eat.

Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao probably didn't have much to eat, and climbed towards the mountain again, probably wanting to look at the story of the south.

Although Fu Jiangnan also wanted to ask some things from the past, after all, as the only two senior brothers of the two Sword Sects with combat effectiveness, he still stayed on the bank of the river in the mountains and stayed there quietly with a group of senior brothers.

As for the other one with combat effectiveness, it is naturally Lu Xiaoyi.

As the contemporary senior sister of the Little White Sword Sect, Lu Xiaoyi is naturally also a little sword cultivator in the mountain realm, not to mention how strong he can be, at least it is not a problem for the sword to fall into the air.

Fu Jiangnan looked at Lu Xiaoyi, who was sitting there in a daze with a rabbit leg facing the river, thought about it, walked over, and sat next to this senior sister who was a demon for a long time.

"Are we going to find Senior Brother and Senior Uncle?"

Lu Xiaoyi turned his head, glanced at the young man from the Hanging Courtyard, shook his head, lowered his head and nibbled on rabbit meat.

"I don't know."

It's probably something that can't be known.

After the three teenagers of the Sword Sect left, only Lu Xiaosan had inexplicably ridden a gourd and came back once.

They don't even know where the boy is now.

Maybe under the cliff, maybe I don't know where I went.

After leaving Lingnan, the group only tried to stay away from the flames of war as much as possible, and brought the seeds of Lingnan to some safe places.

I heard that the young men of the Sword Sect who heard the wind and shocked the Hong did not stay in Shanyue City, but continued to the north, perhaps to the Liuyun Mountain Range.

It's just that I heard that the Liuyun Mountain Range is not at peace.

Fu Jiangnan looked at the north with a somewhat solemn expression.

It seems that something has happened between the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Mountain and River Sect, and there is some friction between the two that has seen a lot of blood.

The people of the River Sect were there.

As for going east.

To the east is the White Deer.

It is said that this place in the southern plains has now become a land of blood.

Compared with the mountains and moons entrenched in the mountains, the white deer on the plains has always been a battlefield with a long history.

Some of the southern defenders retreated to Shanyue City, while Bailu was taken over by the later northern army and began a tug-of-war with the rebels and the witch armor.

Therefore, for the teenagers of Lingnan, no matter where they want to go, the Liuyun Mountain Range is the only choice.

After all, the matter of the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Mountain and River View is an internal matter of Huai'an after all, and it is also a matter of the cultivation world, so it is naturally far less cruel than this war.

Fu Jiangnan didn't ask anything, turned his head, took out the sword named Bai Yujing from behind him, put it on his knee, pulled out some, and stroked it carefully.

The sword momentum and sword intent remaining on this sword was far superior to other swords that came out of the Sword Lake.

Lu Xiaoyi also looked at it curiously.

Before leaving Lingnan, Lu Xiaoxiao and the others naturally gave Lu Xiaoyi a sword from Sword Lake.

It's just that it's naturally not as good as Fu Jiangnan's sword, which was sent up by the people of Sword Lake.

"This is the sword that will be used to reopen the sword throwing pool in the future?"

Fu Jiangnan and Wu Dalong are in the sword pool, naturally there is nothing to hide.

The boy from the Hanging Courtyard nodded.

Lu Xiaoyi watched silently, although such a young man is indeed the most suitable person to hold such a sword today.

It's just that as the senior sister of the Little White Sword Sect, Lu Xiaoyi naturally prefers that such a sword should be Lu Xiaoer or Lu Xiaosan's.

Fu Jiangnan turned his head to look at Lu Xiaoyi, who was in a daze, and asked with some curiosity, "What is Senior Sister thinking?" ”

Lu Xiao raised his head consciously, and when he looked at the sincere gaze of the young man in front of him, he was also ashamed that he had such an idea.

Whether it is Lu Xiaoer or Lu Xiaosan, or Fu Jiangnan, they are naturally all junior disciples.

Who takes it and doesn't take it?

What's more, it is unknown whether those two teenagers will return to Lingnan or not.

The world is so big, they will see many places higher than Lingnan......

Lu Xiaoyi didn't continue to think about it.

He just shook his head and whispered, "Nothing." ”

Fu Jiangnan listened to Lu Xiaoyi's somewhat depressed mood, hesitated a little, and asked, "Senior sister is thinking about the second senior brother?" ”

Lu Xiaoyi raised his head, pretended to be nothing, nodded and said, "It's just that I think they don't know where they are doing now." ”

Fu Jiangnan sighed softly.

"Naturally, it is better anywhere than in Lingnan."

Lu Xiaoyi nodded.

The sun was late, and Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong, who had been looking at the mountain for a long time, also returned.

The water of a river is gentle, but it is an illusion of tranquility in the world.

Or maybe it's not an illusion.

It's just the world that's messy, and nature has nothing to do with mountains and rivers.

After washing by the river, the teenagers returned to the makeshift dwelling, resting quietly or cultivating.

Fu Jiangnan followed Wu Dalong to check in the twilight of the night, and then the master and apprentice stopped under a tree not far away.

Lu Xiaoxiao was there arranging the leaves, making the beds for the teenagers, and the evening light fell from the cracks in the mountains, falling in the river like a swaying lamp.

If you give a different reason for the story, maybe it's a very beautiful picture.

It's just that for these teenagers who had to leave the Sword Sect, their hearts were naturally heavy, and it was difficult to be beautiful.

So the light that fell into the river faltered like a broken candle.

The scenery is naturally the same, it just depends on the mind of the person who sees it.

"Master, how long can Shanyue hold on?"

Fu Jiangnan looked at Wu Dalong on the side and asked.

The latter looked at the south in silence and said softly, "It's hard to say. Although Shanyue guards the mountains, if there is no backup, even if such a mountain city is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it will show fatigue in the long siege. ”

Fu Jiangnan fell silent.

After a long time, the young man said slowly: "If Lingnan had retreated to the mountains and moons, would it have been able to hold on longer?" ”

Wu Dalong said silently: "It will only rout more quickly." If Lingnan retreats directly, even if they retain many Lingnan sword cultivators, but being trapped in such a city in the mountains will limit their combat power even more. Lingnan is separated from north to south, making it difficult for the magic of the Witch and Ghost Dao to cover the entire battlefield, which has greatly alleviated a lot of defensive pressure. ”

Fu Jiangnan remembered the shocking pictures he had seen before leaving.

After the goddess descended into the world, the power of the Styx was blessed, and even if those witch and ghost techniques were briefly broken away by the sword light, they were more tenaciously reunited, like an indispelable cloud, and weighed heavily on the hearts of the world.

But the witchcraft in the sky is naturally far inferior to the witchcraft on the earth.

Necromancy.

This is always the most terrifying witch and ghost art in the human battlefield.

The more troops you put into battle, the more powerful it will be.

If it weren't for the last Nanchu Witches to retreat to Huangliang, and the 800,000 black armor pressed the realm, it would naturally be difficult for Nanyi City to hold it.

In the current war in the south, how can there be more than 800,000?

Huai'an, with its wealth and strength, supports countless southern armor, and most of those armors have been rebelled by the Hanging Courtyard and come with hundreds of thousands of witch armors in the south.

Lingnan has been able to hold on until now, which is already an extremely strong thing.

If it weren't for the 70,000 sword cultivators who died in Nanyi City, with the help of Lingnan's home advantage, they would naturally be able to block those torrents for a longer time.

It was hard for Fu Jiangnan to imagine how the land in the north resisted the southern army that countless great witches summoned spirits in the era of gods and ghosts.

Of course, the Divine Sea of Sword Cultivation will be empty, and the Wu River of Southern Chu Wu will also dry up, but in the trajectory of those Styx forces that have begun to drift towards Huai'an for some reason, the speed of exhaustion of the two is naturally completely different.

The twilight gradually withered away in the boy's contemplation.

The boy seemed to hear a lot of strange sounds in the wind of those fallen leaves.

It's like a very sluggish but powerful sound.

Wu Dalong probably heard it too, although it was far away from Shanyue City, but those voices still came from there.

This thirty-six-year-old sword cultivator thought about it, looked at Fu Jiangnan's somewhat puzzled look on the side, and said softly: "It's the voice of heavenly creation." ”

"Heavenly Creation?"

Fu Jiangnan was a little puzzled.

If this young man was a student of the Wenhua Academy of the Hanging Academy, he would naturally know what it was.

It was the handwriting of Huai'an Tiangongsi.

As small as a ballista engraved with Taoism, to as large as the entire Nanyi City, it is all made of heaven.

"Nanyi City used the power of a city as an opportunity to nail down such a big ghost of the Styx with a sword, you should know."

Fu Jiangnan nodded.

At the beginning, this young man was in Nanyi City, and he was in the Hanging Courtyard.

Naturally, I have seen the changes in the entire Nanyi City at that moment.

With the power of the long river as the string and the long street of Nanyi City as the bow, the sword that belonged to the Kamigawa was shot out with an incomparably amazing power, and it was the power of the mighty Styx, and it never stopped the sword.

"That's the Heavenly Creation, the Huaidu Heavenly Division."

Wu Dalong said softly: "So the city of Huai'an, many times, is not afraid of external enemies, but internal disintegration. ”

Just like the white deer at the time of the demon.

If Shanyue didn't react in time, he would probably be like a white deer.

Fu Jiangnan was thoughtful, but he was probably also curious, what was the heavenly creation in the City of Mountains and Moons.

"That's a sword, too?"

"How could I possibly know?"

Wu Dalong said with a sigh.

He was a small Lingnan sword cultivator, so naturally it was impossible for him to know what it was.

It was the sword of Nanyi City, and it would only be known after the fact. Before that, even Chen Huaifeng and they didn't know.

Fu Jiangnan was still looking over there.

Wu Dalong patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Rest early, and continue north tomorrow."

Fu Jiangnan nodded, walked through the woodland with some reluctance, and returned to the river.

......

Zhao Xingxing, a young man from Huangliang, didn't even know when the sword in his hand fell, and after climbing the cliff of this mountain in the north of the mountain, he just opened his mouth in a daze, looking at such an incomparably tragic scene outside the city of mountains and moons in the distance.

This young man thought that those sword cultivation battlefields in Lingnan were cruel enough, but he never thought that the current story would be even more bloody.

In that battlefield, nearly a hundred heavy crossbows with Taoist texts attached to them at the head of the city fired a salvo, which was considered something insignificant.

What was once called the power of the river Styx is now called divine power is all over the world, and countless soldiers and armor fell from the pool of blood, and in the river of blood they picked up their heads and tied them around their waists, and headed towards the mountains.

The boy couldn't tell what a human being was and what a ghost was.

So he looked at the Sword Sect disciple on the side.

I thought that this teenager who should have witnessed some stories in Nanyi City would behave better.

It's just that the boy who had a big dream was also pale.

At the beginning, under Lingnan, those battlefields were vast and scattered.

Naturally, the impact is far less than that of such a completely integrated battlefield.

Or maybe it's because there is a lot less bright sword light to break through the gloom that belongs to the power of witches and the blood of the battlefield.

Zhao Xingxing was silent for a long time, then sat down on the top of the mountain and said softly, "I thought your ability to accept it was stronger. ”

After using the gourd for a long time, his face gradually recovered, and he also sat down slowly with his sword.

"I'm also a teenager, and I'm only fifteen years old. In the past, the senior brothers always protected me very well, and even the story of Nanyi City didn't let me take a few more looks, why am I more receptive? ”

The two teenagers looked at each other silently for a long time, and then turned their heads together, where they gasped for a long time.

After a long time, Zhao Xingxing, a teenager who couldn't help but not look at those pictures, eased up a little, and looked at Hu Lu, who was also a teenager on the side.

"How long will it take for Shanyue City to be breached?"

Hu Lu did indeed perform much better than Zhao Xingxing, at least after taking a breath, the young man looked back at the battlefield that was like sparks overflowing in the twilight.

"It's going to be a long battle here."

Hu Lu thought for a long time before he said softly.

Zhao Xingxing was a little puzzled, the Lingnan Sword Sect had already crossed over, why did it turn into a long-term battle when it came to Shanyue's side.

The young man sitting with his sword in his hand said in a voice: "Because crossing Lingnan represents a signal, a signal of danger in Huai'an. The north will no longer be a bystander, and many cultivation places will be involved in this war, and even those Daoists who are on the north of the line of the Sword Sect will intervene. Of course, we are the same, the Hanging Courtyard is coming from the south, and if your majesty really has the ambition to go from the south to the north, he will continue to cross Daze and invest his troops under the divine light. ”

Indeed, as Hu Lu said, in the Liuyun Mountain Range to the north of Shanyue, there were already sword cultivators who began to come towards Shanyue.

Perhaps the East China Sea Sword Sect also moved.

Of the three major sword cultivation communities, although the Lingnan Sword Sect is the lowest one.

It's just that after all, such a place represents a kind of weather vane in the world.

The matter of Lingnan dying for it is naturally worthy of being taken seriously by the world.

Zhao Xingxing was about to say something, when suddenly he seemed to hear some footsteps behind him.

Before the boy could turn back, he was kicked in the back, and he was caught off guard and rolled down the cliff, but the boy hurriedly hugged a branch that protruded from the cliff wall—like many characters in a book whose fate should not be killed.

Zhao happily looked at the bottom of such a continuous and towering mountain range.

If you are not a cultivator, if you fall, you will naturally die and have no place to be buried.

But when he hugged the tree tightly and looked up, he was also stunned.

On the cliff, the one who kicked him off the cliff was also a teenager.

The dress was in the orange twilight, and the color was very light, like a white dress, or maybe it was an orange dress itself.

It's just that there is a lot of blood on it, and there is also it on the body.

This is a young sword cultivator who has not left Lingnan.

Or, in the Sword Sect where he was, he was the only one who died in the past story, so no one came to take him away.

It's just that when Zhao Xing saw the hateful gaze in the young man's eyes, he felt that maybe he didn't want to leave.

He's going to wait for someone.

Two teenagers stood with swords on top of the cliff.

Twilight flutters.

Hu Lu didn't ask much, in such a story, Lingnan Sword Cultivation is the enemy.

So he simply pulled out his sword, and a sword fell towards that realm that was not as good as his own sword cultivation.

It's just that the next moment, Zhao Xingxing heard a word.

"Do you remember the rats?"

The sword of the young beard suddenly stopped there.

At the same time, there was an incomparably slow and terrifying sound in the distance.

At that moment, the world became incomparably bright, as if a round of mountains and moons had been shattered, turning into a day of iron trees and silver flowers falling to the world.

Zhao Xingxing couldn't see the things on the cliff clearly, but just hugged the tree tightly in the mighty wind.

When the light fades.

Zhao Xingxing was silent there.

The young man had a sword stuck in his heart, and his own sword was clean.

The other teenager was nowhere to be found.