The mountain paths outside Shanyue City had long lost their original colors, and along the barriers that rose outside the city, all the way down, there were purple and red colors everywhere.

But that's not what the mountain flowers look like in full bloom.

It's just the color of a lot of old or fresh blood.

The tattered armor had been abandoned on the paths, along with some broken swords, blunt knives, or the corners of many robes and witch robes.

Before the barrier of Shanyue City was raised, probably everyone thought that they had crossed Lingnan, and although such a city in the mountains was dangerous, it would not be able to resist it for too long after all.

It's just that both north and south, people probably underestimate the defensive ability of this city in the mountains.

This is something that the prime minister has never thought about.

After the search for the scholar failed, he had already returned from the East China Sea, standing on the top of the green mountains somewhere in the territory of Shanyue, dressed in white and facing the wind, quietly watching the extremely tragic battlefield.

In the course of a few months, the rebels of Nanyi City and many cultivators of the Witch Armor and Hanging Courtyard launched nearly a hundred attacks on such a city in the mountains, but the city in the mountains that lacked the Lingnan Sword Sect and the Human Sword Sect was already lacking, so they relied on the northern armor dispatched by the military department at the beginning and the sword cultivation of many scattered sword sects in the south, and stubbornly defended this mountain and moon city.

Although the defensive power in the city has gradually been exhausted, it is only after the young man sent the sword from Nanyi City that Han Cicada also transferred the witch armor back to Huangliang - at least on the surface, it was because the matter of the demon clan happened in the south, and Huangliang had to return to defend the territory, but the prime minister naturally knew in his heart that those Huangliang witch armor would not come back.

The biggest scholar of the Hanging Courtyard stood there for a long time, and there may have thousands of thoughts in his heart, but probably no one knows.

After watching for a long time, this scholar who wanted to go back to Nanyi City first suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at the edge of the human battlefield.

There, he saw a young man who seemed to have a relationship, passing through the mountain city barriers, and jumping into those green mountain battlefields with a sword on his back.

It should be a Lingnan little sword cultivator.

Qing Xiang thought strangely.

His gaze stayed in that place for a long time.

He didn't know what that Lingnan Sword Cultivator wanted to do.

......

The young man who adhered to the idea that he had strength only when he was full of food finally walked towards the mountain city barrier with his sword after eating a full meal in Shanyue City for several days.

Of course, it is not only the battlefield outside the city that is difficult to overcome, but also how to break through that barrier.

After Lu Xiaoer left that alley, he had not really approached the city head barrier in the south of Shanyue City, and he had already been stopped by some sword cultivators and defenders.

Just like in Cloud Absolute Town, a twelve-year-old boy will never be allowed to go to the battlefield unless the world has reached a desperate situation.

Those sword cultivators who had been replaced and were breathing there had a very resolute expression, and they drew their swords to stop Lu Xiaoer.

"Ahead is the center of the battlefield, you can't go there."

This is a very stiff sentence without many emotions, as dry as learning to speak some human language.

War, of course, is a place that is extremely draining of the world's emotions.

Lu Xiaoer could also understand that the tone of their speech had lost its usual harmony, and it had taken on some coldness like blood and swords.

Lu Xiaoer stood there very seriously with the Xiwu Sword on his back, although this sword cultivation is from the Scattered Little Sword Sect in the world, but it is also a cultivation with the Enlightenment Realm, and it is still in Zhishui and the little boy who has not even left the pass is naturally impossible to draw his sword and forcibly break through.

Listening to the sounds of battle from outside the city, there is also sword light above the sky, there are Dao Stars Dou, and there is a Wu River turning.

The little boy thought for a long time and said slowly: "I am Lingnan Sword Cultivator, I want to go up there to take a look at Lingnan." ”

When this sentence was spoken, the sword cultivator was obviously silent for a long time, and the sword in his hand also fell a few inches, but he still stopped in front of the little boy, and said in a deep voice: "Lingnan sword cultivator, it is also not allowed. ”

The little boy with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, who had eaten white and chubby, stood there for a long time, lowered his head, quietly looked at the blood-colored stone slabs on the ground, and after a long time, he raised his head again, there seemed to be some rippling light in his eyes, this little boy seemed to realize this, raised his sleeves and wiped them in front of his eyes, lowered his head again, and said softly: "I am in the south, senior brother must not make me cry in the north." ”

The sword cultivator of the Southern Little Sword Sect stood there silently, and it took a long time before he finally put away the long sword in his hand, put it into the sheath, turned around and limped towards the city—Lu Xiaoer found that this sword cultivator was missing half a foot.

"I can only let you watch it for a moment."

The voice of the sword cultivator came slowly from the front.

Lu Xiaoer looked at the back of the sword cultivator and said softly, "Okay." ”

The good words of sword cultivation are probably the most reasonable place for such a group of cultivators.

It's just that it's just in normal times.

When there is war in the world, many rules are naturally useless.

So the little boy did deceive such a sword cultivator.

He was led up to the mountain city walls that were strong enough to cross the north and south, and the mountains surrounded the city, and after those walls were raised, it was like a deep valley, and it was extremely tenacious to defend this green land.

The unknown sword cultivator stood at the young man's side, ready to defend him against some incoming attacks.

The little boy stood on top of the barrier, quietly overlooking the flames of war in the world, there was a sword light that suddenly came from the battlefield and shuttled between them, that kind of sword intent, although it was far less powerful than the sword intent south of Huai'an, but it was enough to bring some extremely heavy lethality in the battlefield.

In the Hanging Temple of the world of culture, perhaps there will be more cultivators and witch cultivators.

This is probably the first time that the young man has seen a person of the Witch Ghost Dao in the extremely strong suppression of the war, far better than sword cultivation or Taoist cultivation.

The divine power of the world is converging towards Nanyi City, such a human world that is far away from the Styx, which is already far away from the Yellow Sorghum, is also diffused with a lot of Styx power, which also makes the spells of those witches and ghosts in the Hanging Courtyard more powerful, and the black qi is free, the flowers of the Styx, and the quicksand and twilight snow are sprinkled on the world together. There are even some Mr. Xuanyuan who are located in the three cities of Southern Chu, but they have also learned such a technique of conjuring souls in Southern Chu, which is always the most terrifying existence in the war.

This is probably the reason why even if the goddess just meditates in the world, the yellow sorghum is still irresistibly cut out.

A land of worshipping gods and ghosts is naturally very beneficial to such a goddess to bring about changes in the world.

The little boy looked at it for a long time, but suddenly looked at the sword cultivator beside him and asked a question.

"How long can the mountain moon be kept?"

The little boy who saw such a war scene for the first time naturally felt despair in his heart.

Compared to here, the battle of the demon clan in Yunjue Town at the beginning was as peaceful as words between lips and teeth.

When that sword cultivator heard this, he fell silent.

Although the people of the world have heard that Shanyue guarded Qingshan and dragged down the pace of the war in the south to the north, it is probably only those of them who are in the middle of the war who know the huge pressure in between.

"It depends on the world and Huaidu, whether there will be help...."

The sword cultivator pondered for a while, and was about to talk to the little boy, but halfway through speaking, his expression changed, and he hurriedly leaned forward and grabbed it.

Unfortunately, he was injured in his legs and feet—it was brought about by a sword light that fell towards the city.

The figure of the little boy with clear eyebrows simply jumped off those barriers in front of the sword cultivator of this Southern Little Sword Sect.

The sword cultivator was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly lay down on the edge of the barrier and looked down.

The Lingnan little sword cultivator who knew the water realm rolled down all the way, but fortunately, he was not a person of the world after all, otherwise jumping from such an extremely high barrier would be tantamount to seeking his own death.

It's just that even though he has the sword intent to protect his body, and the sword wind slows down the speed of decline, the little boy still has gold stars in his eyes, his hands and feet are full of blood marks, and his forehead is broken, looking very miserable.

Lu Xiaoer suddenly regretted that he had eaten too much before he came.

If I had lost some weight, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much?

The little boy struggled to get up, and looked up at the mountain and moon barrier, where the sword correction looked down, looking at himself very angrily, as if he was saying something, but the voice in the battlefield was too loud, and Lu Xiaoer couldn't hear what he was saying.

Lu Xiaoer sighed and said sorry softly.

He knew that if he did such a thing, such a sword cultivator would definitely be punished in the future.

It's just that.....

Lu Xiaoer didn't think about anything anymore, stood under the barrier, looked at the mountain trails between the green mountains, full of bright red colors, and piled up countless corpses, pulled out his sword from behind him, and walked forward silently.

The sword cultivator of the Southern Little Sword Sect stood on top of the barrier in a daze, looking at the little boy who seemed to have left resolutely.

Although he didn't know what he was going to do, Lingnan's identity certainly gave him many reasons to go south.

But no matter which one it is, this sword cultivator can't understand it.

In such a war, how could a twelve-year-old Zhishui Realm sword cultivator survive?

That sword cultivator suddenly thought of a possibility.

Unless the young man has the will to die.

He was silent on the head of the city, hesitated for a while, and the sword behind him also came out of the sheath, just holding it in his hand, although it was the Enlightenment Realm, but he did not turn into a sword light to chase after the young man, after all, the sword light was too public, once the body sword light appeared in the sky above the battlefield, it would be knocked down in an instant.

But before he could jump down, someone behind him grabbed his shoulder.

"I'll do it."

The sword cultivator turned around in astonishment and saw the young man with the broken knife on his back.

"Lord Simon?"

Ximen didn't say much, even if this Dao cultivator was already in the Eight Realms, he had never dared to fall into the battlefield in the world, after all, there was no shortage of Upper Realm cultivators in the Hanging Courtyard.

The young man with the broken knife on his back, sincerely, like a young boy, jumped off the barrier.

......

What does it mean?

This has probably always been a matter of divergent opinion.

It's just that I have to admit that such a cultural academy that teaches everything in the world has become an extremely powerful high-level combat force of Huangliang for thousands of years, and together with Cong Ran Jianyuan and Nan Chuwu, it constitutes Huangliang's non-secular power system.

They also cultivate witches and ghosts, but they also do similar research to the Heavenly Engineering Division when they cultivate swords.

That scholar named Fang Zhiqiu had already come to the north of Lingnan and appeared at the rear of the battlefield along with many Taoist sword cultivators.

Regarding Fang Zhiqiu's arrival, not only Yun Hu couldn't understand it, but even Liu Chunfeng couldn't understand it.

He had always thought that this Mr. Fengwuyuan had returned to the Rumor Wind Ancestral Courtyard, but he never thought that he would come all the way across Daze and appear in the front of this mountain and moon Lingnan.

"If someone like Dean Fang dies in Huai'an, probably we will all be sinners in the Hanging Courtyard."

Dean Chunfeng, who was in the Hanging Courtyard of the Fake Capital, looked at Fang Zhiqiu who was looking at the battlefield from a cliff somewhere in Fengqi Ridge with a long distance.

Fang Zhiqiu glanced back at Liu Chunfeng, although one of the two is a person of rumors, and the other is a person from the fake capital, but in the change of Huangliang Palace, there have been a lot of intersections, so naturally they are not strangers.

The gentleman smiled and said, "How do you say that?" ”

Liu Chunfeng said softly: "The trend of the world is tending to a new situation, and in the future, the world may be a great change unseen in a thousand years, and it can be seen from the rise of the Tiangong Division that Mr. is a person from the Academy of Literature, and he will naturally be the backbone of the Hanging Academy in the future." It's just that we are in the middle of such a battlefield, and we will naturally feel ashamed. ”

Fang Zhiqiu rubbed the phalanx hanging from his waist, but said calmly: "The affairs of the Academy of Literature naturally depend on many gentlemen, not only Zhiqiu's affairs. And the affairs of the world, Zhiqiu is the unshirkable responsibility, which is the best to take, naturally at a glance. ”

Between the two of them, there was a sword light in the mountains and moons, and they wiped Fang Zhiqiu's robe and left.

This Mr. Fengwuyuan was very calm, turned his head to look at the sword that was nailed into the cliff behind him, and then looked at Liu Chunfeng on the side, and said softly: "Dean Chunfeng still wants to scare me away?" ”

Liu Chunfeng was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Naturally." ”

Although that sword went straight to the rear of the battlefield, it was only for this Spring Breeze Daoist that it was naturally not difficult to stop it.

It's just that Liu Chunfeng turned a blind eye and stood there silently.

Probably he also knew that the sword was too far away and had some deviations, and it was impossible to really stab Fang Zhiqiu.

After all, they are all gentlemen from the Hanging Academy, even if they are not from the Academy of Mathematics and Physics, they will eventually have some understanding.

Fang Zhiqiu rubbed the phalange, smiled softly, and said, "I thought that you should also know something about Huang Liang at the beginning. ”

Liu Chunfeng just said calmly: "The matter of Huangliang is of course not comparable to the current matter of Shanyue. ”

Fang Zhiqiu sighed softly and said, "What is incomparable? It's nothing more than a world of literary chaos. ”

Liu Chunfeng took a step forward and quietly looked at the mountains and blood in the world.

"But it's a real act of death."

......

Crossing the battlefield is, of course, an act of death.

Even Simon was silent for a long time when he faced the blood-colored world outside such a barrier.

He really couldn't imagine how such a teenager had the courage to look at the barrier for so long, and still stubbornly jumped off it.

But fortunately, now that the witch armor has gone south, the southern rebels have also consumed a lot in the months of war, although the spells in the battlefield are mixed and intensive, but in those green mountains outside the city of mountains and moons, there are not many armor.

Their large army was still on the side closer to Fengqi Ridge, waiting for the monks on both sides to exhaust their strength before they stepped on the blood and charged towards that barrier.

The Ximen knife with the broken knife on his back was unsheathed, and he followed the direction of such a young man all the way.

Lu Xiaoer did encounter some trouble.

Not more than half a mile from the mountain and moon barrier, in that green mountain, he met some soldiers patrolling it.

Maybe eating those meals in Shanyue City is indeed not useless, although the little boy broke his head and bled out, but he still carried the Xiwu Sword and killed it from those few armors.

This is the first time this young boy from Lingnan has killed someone.

It's just that for Lu Xiaoer, he doesn't seem to have any special feelings.

Maybe it was when he was in Yunjue Town, although the young man didn't get involved, after all, the young uncle had already brought him enough almost personal feelings.

The Xiwu Sword cut through the armor of a certain southern rebel, deeply embedded in the flesh and blood, and with an extremely fierce sword intent, it came out of his body, and sprinkled a handful of blood on the little boy's shoulder, he was not very frightened, he was very frightened.

On the contrary, he has the same sadness as the young uncle at the beginning, for such a human story.

This should not be the emotion that a young boy should be able to experience.

It's just that he's seen it before.

Heavy snow once covered the mountains and rivers.

So even if the young man doesn't know the world, when the winter cold is getting cold, he can imagine the snow-white mottled color.

Lu Xiaoer didn't think much about it, just sincerely pulled out his sword, and turned around and slashed a soldier behind him who was slashing at his back in two.

This is probably a very cruel scene indeed.

So Lu Xiaoer's pupils shrank a little, and then lowered his eyes, trying not to look at those things.

If everyone dies like a cabbage that has been cut and a fruit that has been shaken off, perhaps such a story would be more acceptable.

But in the end, it's just a narrative technique of evasion.

A skull is a skull, and it does not become a ripe fruit that makes people feel good.

After Lu Xiaoer killed the more than a dozen soldiers, he walked a little farther before resting with his sword on a mountainside somewhere.

The strength of the sword intent depends on whether the vitality is abundant or not.

It's just that the speed of the sword in his hand is related to the physical strength of the person holding the sword.

Even if the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi can be used as an offering for sword cultivation, after all, it also needs to rest.

Lu Xiaoer leaned quietly under a tree, thinking happily that he was indeed right.

Upper Realm Sword Cultivation can indeed be without eating a lot of food.

But the sword cultivation of the water realm cannot.

Their sword intent is not enough, their vitality is insufficient, and after the sword leaves their hands, they may not be as sharp as the sword in their hands.

After all, not everyone can be like a certain boy under an umbrella, with many islands of vitality in the sea of gods.

The little boy rested for a while, and was about to continue moving forward, but a figure suddenly appeared in the green mountains under the sky covered by those sword light dao techniques.

Lu Xiaoer was like a great enemy, and he clenched the Xiwu sword.