Whether the prime minister dies or not, this is often something that outsiders talk about.

Simon may have thought about the outcome of such a white-clothed scholar doing these things.

It's just that when the Shanyue barrier was smashed by Qing Xiang, and the torrent that had been stranded in such a green mountain came along such a gap, this twenty-five-year-old Dao Xiu didn't have the heart to think about so many things.

After all, the sword light was very real in the ears, after all, the blood was splashed from the eyes very brightly.

Shanyue City fell into chaos, and it was the figure of Zhuxi, and the west gate could not be found.

Fortunately, Sang Lan left very decisively at that time.

After the city was broken, and the cultivators and armies poured in, the people of the city had already left from the north, and the city was empty, like the cracks in the mountains that opened up above the streets.

Ximen didn't know where those people could flee to, but after such a barrier was broken, they had to turn their bodies into a barrier in this mountain city like Lingnan Sword Cultivator.

After all, relatively speaking, in the entire world's Hanging Courtyard, there are still people from the Witch and Ghost Dao who occupy the majority.

Otherwise, if they really go all the way back, no one knows how far they can go long.

Simon had retreated to a rather towering alley somewhere in the city, after all, he was not a master, nor was he a fool, standing alone in the gap of the barrier, except for being able to play some handsome, probably useless.

In the past, such a young man may still have some scruples about the world's hands.

It's just that when Prime Minister Qing slashed the blue and red sword transformed by the hanging jade into the barrier - such a vast power, even if it did not fall straight to the world, it also led to the death of many people in Shanyue City.

Even in the end, the most direct reason why Simon had to leave through the gap in the barrier was because the prime minister appeared on the front of the battlefield.

The scholar had already put away the sword in his hand, and the blue-red sword turned into an innocent piece of hanging jade, hanging on the waist of the white clothes, and the scholar stood on the top of the green mountain in the middle of the battlefield, raised his hand and pinched the Dao Jue, and the Dao wind in the world blew from behind the plum-spotted white clothes.

In the entire Shanyue City, there is no one who can stand on the top of the city.

Ximen held the broken sword, guarding such a north-south long street of the mountain city, and at the beginning, only some scattered armor and some cultivators appeared here.

As more and more people poured into the city, such a long street that intercepted the torrent was naturally noticed by the cultivators of the many hanging temples.

Simon's appearance may not be very outstanding, and Simon's name is naturally not famous for the Huangliang people.

It's just that there is no one in the world who enters the avenue at the age of twenty-five, and he is a simple person.

Simon stepped forward with a calm expression while holding the broken knife, and his vitality surged, picking up the soldiers who had broken into the long street and some cultivators who were not at a high level.

The knife is naturally broken, but Ximen seems to have adapted to such a broken knife, those heaven and earth vitality are surging outside the broken knife, and the broken knife is obviously slender and thin, but it can also cut through the long street with one sword.

The streets and alleys of Shanyue City are naturally rugged, sometimes high, sometimes low, with considerable ups and downs, coupled with the fact that the foundation of the mountain range was shattered by the Qing Xiangshu sword, and countless cracks appeared on the streets, which made such a city in the mountains seem to have returned to a long time ago, and the footprints of the world have not yet set foot in this green land.

So the people who were picked up by Simon fell like they had fallen into the abyss, and they fell down the streets and alleys, and fell into the cracks.

Simon thought that soon there would be many avenue repairs or some spirit witches coming.

It's just that after he was stained with a rich blood, he saw a gentleman in his thirties who looked extremely weak in such a battlefield.

Simon held the knife, crossed the bloody street, and frowned at such a weak scholar who was incompatible with the battlefield.

The people of the Witch and Ghost Dao are actually weak, but they will not send themselves to the front of the battlefield, but in the south of the mountain city, they continue to sing those witchcraft and ghost arts, suppressing the sword cultivators in such a city.

The cultivation of sword intent often does not appear on the front of the battlefield, and those sword lights represent their deeds.

It's just such a scholar, neither a sword cultivator, nor a witch cultivator.

Then the motive for such a person to appear here naturally becomes very suspicious.

Simon hesitated for a moment, but still did not show mercy to his subordinates, and stepped on the blood-stained street stones, and the whole person fell with the knife towards the south of the long street.

The scholar looked up in amazement at the knife of the man from heaven.

"What a Simon."

Simon, who was jumping in mid-air, frowned, but before he could think of anything, the look on the scholar's face became solemn, raised his hand and grasped a knee-like thing around his waist, and asked very suddenly: "What is after the Great Dao is abolished?" ”

Although Ximen is not a person of the Daomen, he is only a Qingniu 5,000 words as the book of enlightenment of the Northern Dao, and he has naturally read it.

The road is wasted, and it is naturally benevolent and righteous.

Simon certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to answer such a question.

It's just that the scholar calmly said what was going on.

"There is benevolence and righteousness."

If Simon had seen a young man in the Heavenly Prison using the ancient path technique of five thousand words from the Green Ox, he would probably have understood what this meant by this time.

It's a pity that Simon never saw it.

So he didn't put away the knife, and still fell to such a scholar.

So in the next moment, the streets were full of wind.

The moment Ximen Meiyan felt the wind, it was as if he had entered another world.

It's not a courtesy world, but it's better than a courtesy world.

At that moment, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi above the broken knife was all wiped out.

Simon remembered how he felt when he first held the knife many years ago.

As now, it is empty, there is no vitality, there is no so-called rhyme of heaven and earth, and the power of broken knives.

Getting used to a broken knife may be a good thing, but for now, nature can only be a bad thing.

Although no one came to stop Simon, the scholar stood there unharmed after Simon's knife fell.

The broken knife slashed down in front of the scholar and smashed down on the stone slab of the long street of Shanyue City, making a powerful sound of gold and iron.

Simon pulled his knife out of the stone slab in surprise, stood up straight, and looked at the scholar not far ahead.

"It turned out to be a forbidden spell, I thought only the prime minister would be such a thing."

The gentleman from the Rumor Wind Ancestral Courtyard said softly, "Actually, I won't either. ”

Of course Fang Zhiqiu won't.

Such a scholar who has never practiced before can perform Taoist techniques because the phalange in his hand comes from a certain Huangliang parade scholar thousands of years ago.

Ximen was silent for a while, and did not discuss with Fang Zhiqiu what would be the question, looking up at the cultivators who had stopped moving, as well as the human soldiers who were surging from behind Fang Zhiqiu, he looked at the scholar again, and asked slowly: "The Great Dao is abolished, where is benevolence and righteousness?" ”

Fang Zhiqiu stood quietly behind those armors and said softly, "I'm not a saint, how do I know?"

He's just a Mr. Academy, not even Mr. Qingniuyuan, just Mr. Fengwuyuan, maybe he really won't know such a thing.

Perhaps it was Simon's question that really aroused some interest in him, this scholar thought about it seriously, and looked at the Ximen who was still the cultivation of the Great Dao, intercepting the torrent, and now he was trapped in some human armor, and said seriously: "Compared with killing ten people with one knife, killing one person with one knife is naturally benevolence and righteousness." ”

Simon was silent.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in this street and alley has been banned all of them, and the West Gate, where the Divine Sea is empty, can probably only kill one person with one sword.

Ximen actually thought that he would fall into some dangers, such as being surrounded by many Upper Realm monks, being trapped by countless Wu River, or personally facing such a white-clothed prime minister under three views.

It's just that he really didn't think that he would be besieged in this street by some human armor.

Not only that, but when Simon was fighting among those armors with his sword, he also saw that behind the scholar, there were many more people holding bows and arrows.

Fang Zhiqiu looked down at such a finger bone, and raised his head very embarrassedly, forcing the scholar to do such a despicable thing, between the Hanging Courtyard and the Divine River, there are probably some irreconcilable contradictions.

"Actually, it is a meaningless thing to kill you Huai'an people or not."

Fang Zhiqiu said softly, raised his hand, and the sound of countless bows and crossbows full of strings sounded.

"But it makes sense to kill the people in hell. After all, Heavenly Hell belongs directly to Kamigawa, and since we may not see Kamigawa until we die, we can only seek something extra. ”

Simon cut through the armor of a soldier in front of him with a knife, and looked up at the scholar at the end of the alley, and the crossbow arrows that were ready to fire.

As the sound of those full strings sounded, those armors no longer moved forward, after all, their purpose was just not to let such a person from Heaven and Hell get close to Fang Zhiqiu.

Simon looked at the crossbow arrows that were sharp enough to pierce himself into a hedgehog, was silent for a while, shook the blood from the knife, and said softly: "So I've always been curious about what makes the Hanging Courtyard so crazy." ”

Fang Zhiqiu said calmly: "Naturally, it's because your majesty stole some things from the Hanging Courtyard. ”

Simon frowned and said, "What? ”

Fang Zhiqiu was about to say something, but he suddenly looked up at these green mountain streets and alleys.

On this long street, there was a very melodious flute sound, but the flute blew and blew intermittently, accompanied by some very embarrassing coughing sounds.

Ximen also looked up, but a blood-colored bamboo stream wrapped in many rhymes appeared on this street and alley.

Zhuxi, who is also a person from Heaven, will not face much easier stories than Simon.

It's just that there are probably not many people who know the art of the ancient path, after all, this Heavenly Prison Dean, who originally belonged to Shanyue City, did not fall into such a bleak appearance as Ximen, although he had a lot of blood on his body, but he also rushed out from the siege over there and rushed here to help Ximen.

There was a mighty rhyme in the sound of the flute, which sprinkled down from the long street, turning into countless bamboo leaf-like sermons, cutting on everyone, but it brought a lot of turmoil.

Zhuxi is outside the forbidden long street, so it is naturally not affected by Fang Zhiqiu's phalange.

Lin Ziguan, as an ancient Dao Sect, although it has been inherited to this day, has declined, but after all, he will not be like a person like Ximen who was born in the Five Swords Sect, and he still refuses to retreat after hearing the words of the rise of the Great Dao Sect.

So although Zhuxi had already rushed here, he didn't get close to such an area, and after coughing a few times, he put down the flute, raised his hand and pinched the Dao Jue, and countless Taoist texts circulated, evoking the sound of the wind on the street, rolling up many broken stone bricks, and falling with the green mountains and falling leaves, falling to such a scholar in the crowd.

If Fang Zhiqiu was indeed an ancient path cultivator, he would probably not be forced to retreat by these Dao techniques.

It's a pity that this is a gentleman of Fengwuyuan, just a man in the world, even if he can perform some Taoist skills with the help of Qing Xuanxue's finger bones, he can't have a strong physique like a real Taoist.

The Hanging Courtyard Gentlemen who surrounded him sent Fang Zhiqiu away from this piece of street and alley the moment the Zhuxi Dao Technique took off.

As a result, the technique of the ancient path naturally could not last, turned into a breeze, and dissipated in the long street.

Ximen and Zhuxi glanced at each other, and did not linger any longer, those crossbow arrows came slowly, but they probably had no effect, and the two left here extremely quickly.

Only then did some Dao cultivators and sword cultivators of the Hanging Xue Courtyard come in a hurry from the direction where Zhuxi appeared.

Fang Zhiqiu silently held the phalange, standing there looking at those late Daoists and sword cultivators, naturally with some regret.

There is indeed a gap between the north and the south.

In the beginning, they focused on Simon.

After all, such a young man, who was once as famous as Cheng Lu, after entering the avenue in Shanyue City, was also a four-fold realm, not a three-fold Dao cultivation in Zhuxi.

That's why Fang Zhiqiu, who has a green hanging phalanx, will appear here, not from Zhuxi.

It's just that they didn't expect that Zhuxi, a Taoist who had always been unknown, would break free from the siege of several cultivators in the upper realm of the Hanging Courtyard so quickly, which also led to Ximen's escape.

Liu Chunfeng was the last to appear here, but this Chunfeng Dao Xiu had an extremely distinct fist mark on his face.

"In the ancient Daomen of the Hanguguan era, there is indeed no one who is easy to get along with."

Liu Chunfeng said with embarrassment: "It's my problem." ”

Fang Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Liu Chunfeng, and said slowly: "You can't beat him?" ”

Liu Chunfeng was silent for a while, and said softly: "There is no matter of life and death, there is no fight that cannot be won." Just ......"

This spring breeze boy who used to be a fake capital sighed and said: "My Dao heart is vain, but his Dao heart is firm. In other words, he knows he must be right, and we don't know if we are right. ”

So the sea of gods was slow, so his mind hesitated.

So much so that such a Taoist who can be comparable to Liu Yueyue intercepted the three-fold realm with the four-fold realm, but was instead made a very ugly fist mark on his face.

Fang Zhiqiu fell silent.

On the streets of the shattered Yamagetsu City, Mr. Fengwuyuan overlooks the blood-smeared green eaves of the world.

It took a long time before Fang Zhiqiu put the green hanging phalanx in his hand back on his waist and slowly walked towards the center of Shanyue City.

"We can't be wrong."

The scholar said softly.

"We can only be right."

All the truths that have been said for a lifetime, at this time, are meaningless.

When they stand in blood, they can only believe that they are right.

Liu Chunfeng stood there in silence, watching the scholar leave.

The Taoist rhyme on the Taoist body reciprocated in the wind, and those sermons came out of the body, and they were like breathing, and they were submerged in the body again.

There is a sword light coming from the north of the city, I don't know which sword cultivator of the small sword sect in the south found such a Taoist location, so a sword was sent.

Liu Chunfeng looked at the sword light silently, raised his hand to hold it, pulled it with Dao Yun, circled around his body for a long time, and finally threw it back.

There are certainly some things that can't be wrong.

For example, the trajectory of the sword light can be deduced.

As a gentleman of the Hanging Temple.

Liu Chunfeng is very good at doing such things.

So how the sword came and how it went.

As for the period of stay in the middle, it may be such a Taoist struggling in the world of right and wrong.

If such a sword cultivator still waits in place after sending out the sword, then he is destined to die like this.

Liu Chunfeng didn't think about anything more, and walked towards the depths of Shanyue City with Fang Zhiqiu.

......

The prime minister was holding a jug of wine, which he had picked up in a long street after entering the city.

This scholar is actually very rich, but he often only drinks a few pennies of wine, so the wine picked up on the ground, the prime minister will not care about anything, and there is no distinction between high and low things that can relieve sorrow.

Holding the flask, he walked down the messy streets.

In such a southern story, no one can stop such a scholar.

So at the end of the long street, of course, no one will come out, draw their swords and look at the prime minister and say that you can't walk over.

He naturally saw the story of Zhuxi and Simon.

It's just that such a scholar did not interfere.

Breaking the barriers of the world and letting the torrent cross the mountain city is probably a very shameless thing for such a scholar.

If you still do that kind of thing to intercept and kill your juniors, to put it mildly, you probably still don't talk about martial arts.

Qing Xiang held the flask and sat down on the side of the street.

The long street is naturally messy, but it is also empty, the world has fled, and those battlefields have not fallen into this westerly alley.

Qing Xiang sat there drinking wine while quietly listening to all the noise of the whole mountain city.

The sword light in the sky was overflowing, and if it fell on the green mountains, the peaks of the mountains that surrounded the mountain city would be cut off a lot.

The white-clothed scholar sat there silently for a long time, and when he looked up at the panicked world, he didn't know what he thought, but he shed a tear.

Then he heard a very childish voice behind a collapsed eaves somewhere.

"What are you crying about?"