One blow was hit, and then there was the momentum of an eagle fighting a rabbit, Xie Linlan made five fingers as a claw, and only heard a sound of dragon chanting and elephant chirping, which hit Qingya's chest.

Thousands of rocks are eternal, and hundreds of steels are refined.

Without the barrier of thick earth, the defense brought by Lei Gang's golden body was also much lower, and Qingya raised the sword of optimism again, and pressed it against the palm that Xie Linlan had pressed down.

The moment the palm of his palm touched the tip of the sword, a huge coercion bent Qingya's arm. In one go, Xie Linlan tore the golden phantom sword into dots; Falling again, the dragon's claws hit Qingya's chest again, and the light barrier was torn apart by the sharp claws, splashing a little starlight again; After three exhaustions, Qingya raised his arm to block, and the sharp claws left three blood marks on Qingya's arm, and he retreated.

The small wound was covered with a little blood foam, and soon the blood foam condensed into a blood line, slowly flowing down Qingya's arm.

The person in front of him, what kind of cultivation is it, Yuan Ying? Or is it a god? Such a sense of powerlessness made Qingya feel very irritable.

I longed for the power to overcome everything.

The Qing Ming in his hand was even colder, and the blood overflowed from the palm of the Qing Ya, turning into a trickle, and was absorbed by the Qing Ming again, but the dark sword body could not erase the bright red blood marks, and under the washing of the blood flow, the Qing Ming was also covered with bright red color.

"Please give me your body and mind."

As if it were a word coming from outside the sky, Qingya couldn't tell whether it was a male voice or a female voice, it was an oracle from above the nine heavens, and it was also a whisper crawling out from under the nine shadows.

"If you need my strength, take it."

Qingya repeated what he had said to Qing Ming again, I will always trust you unconditionally, my partner.

This time, the blue light no longer shines on the green underworld, perhaps it is dyed by the blood of the green cliff, and the green underworld at this moment is as bright as the blood of the white snake dyed in the red sky back then.

Moon Shadow Frost.

The bright moon hanging in the sky was pulled by the green underworld, and it swirled behind the green cliff. At this moment, he no longer needs the moonlight to illuminate his vision, I am the bright moon.

The shadow moved, and at the moment when Xie Linlan disappeared, Qingya also lost its trace, and in the void, only occasionally a broken shadow could be seen flashing, and the two had already clashed hundreds of times outside of sight.

"Zheng"

Qing Ming slashed through the long knife, and the cold moon froze it on the ice and snow, and the hilt of the sword hit Xie Linlan's chest accurately, and even the wound was exactly the same as where Qing Ya was injured before.

Qingya replaced the palm holding the sword, flew up, and turned his right palm into a claw, different from Xie Linlan's dragon elephant power, at this moment, the roar of the water of the Yellow Spring came from the void.

It was the tremendous impact of falling from the high heavens, and the palms of the mortal body of Qingya's flesh were like an extraterrestrial incarnation, striking straight down from the clouds. Although Xie Linlan unfolded all her defensive posture, she still collapsed instantly under the impact of the Dark Claw.

"Sting"

It was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood, and the crimson warmth splashed on Qingya's face, and the light of the cold moon enveloped him, Qingya carried a blood-red long sword, and his right hand that had drunk the blood was like a ghost's claw. At this moment, he is no longer a young man cultivating in the Immortal Mountain, but a ghost and god from the Netherworld.

Although the consciousness of the body cannot control his body, Qingya can clearly feel everything that is happening around him.

Qingya has never worried about what will happen to her secret one day when her master discovers it, whether it is the Immortal Dao Technique or the Divine Power of the Underworld, she has never hurt any innocent person.

No matter how many autumns in the world of heaven and earth, I keep my heart in spring.

If it was Shizun, she would definitely look at herself with contempt and say, "That's it?" Then he kicked himself away.

Fang is Qing Ming reciprocated a tooth for a tooth, and now, it wants to let itself, the unsuccessful "master", see how amazing the swordsmanship he has learned.

The wind blows up a thousand layers of snow,

This time, the breeze swept up the sky, layered on top of each other, like huge waves crashing against the reef in the sea, and the sword qi was like a wave, with the green cliff as the center, spreading out indiscriminately to the surroundings.

Xie Linlan's traces no longer need to be searched, Yuehua has firmly locked his figure, and now Qing Ming no longer regards Xie Linlan as an opponent.

Although he is a legend that spans three hundred years, he is still only a speck of dust in front of the king of the underworld, although only a sword remains.

The sword qi formed blood-colored waves, one after another, higher and higher, directly into the sky, compared to Qingya's previous sword qi, the sword at this moment can be called a sword swinging cloud.

Qingya lifted it with one hand, and mountains rose up in the void, like a natural ghostly workmanship. The figure flashed by, the mountains that stretched for thousands of miles were shattered, the flying sand and rocks covered the whole world, and the thick dust was piled up in the air and never dispersed for a long time.

Qing Ming used Qing Ya's martial arts one move at a time, and now it is no longer an enemy, it is just showing off its skills.

In the past, Qing Ya had always thought that he was quite talented on the way to sword cultivation, but when he saw it today, he couldn't have imagined that Sword Thirty-six was so surprised, was this the same move as what he was doing?

In fact, Qingya is arrogant here, after all, with his cultivation during the foundation building period, no matter how against the sky, he will not be able to perform such a sword move.

Now Qing Ming is like a child with a temper, you almost abandoned me before, then I will let you see how strong I am, so strong that you will always rely on me.

Sword point stars.

The two tornadoes rose to the sky, and the bridge composed of phantom swords connected the sky and the earth, and Qingya held the tornadoes of the two swords in his hand and waved them messily, and for a while, the sky was full of phantom swords shaking off, and it was like a heavy rain.

However, at this moment, what Qing Ming used was only the body of a human in the foundation building period, and after successive carnivals, Qing Ya's spiritual power was quickly squandered, and the magic sword in the sky disappeared.

His consciousness took control of his body again, and his first feeling was that the body was as soft as if it had no bones, and Qingya instantly wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost. Immediately after, his eyes turned black, and Qingya fell to the ground.

The bright moon disappeared, and the green darkness returned to dimness, all the brilliance disappeared, and this place returned to the dark nothingness.

Xie Linlan reappeared at this time, looking at the surroundings and returning to nothingness, he sighed: "It's over, where did the little monster come from, it can really be tossed, and the elderly still like to stay in a quiet place." ”

He bent down to hold Qingya on his shoulder, and slowly walked towards the depths of the void.

When Qingya opened his eyes again, he found that he was leaning against the door wall of the small black room, and in his hand, someone had stuffed a key inside.

The East Palace, at this time, was silent, no one spoke, and even lowered their breathing, their eyes were firmly fixed on the door of the black room. When she saw Qingya stepping out of the threshold and bathing in the sky again, Hua Qing'er relaxed her tense body.

She didn't know what Qingya was facing inside, she had heard Li Jinyan say that it was their god of war, and Rong Ma had never been defeated in his life. But she still firmly believes that Qingya can create miracles, and the myth of invincibility is used to break it.

Sure enough, he got the key to the military registration office from the god of war, and he never let himself down.

But this time, strictly speaking, Xie Linlan was defeated by Qing Ming, after all, no matter what kind of genius he was, it was impossible to cross one or even two great realms to defeat the other party head-on.

At this time, Li Jinyan seemed to be frozen in time, and was stunned in place with a face full of incredulity.

"The god of war lost?"

They never thought that Xie Linlan would lose to anyone in the world, so when the result was in front of them, they were still unwilling to accept this fact.

On the other side, with the rotation of the keyorgan, the door of the military registration office was pushed open, and what came into view was one bookcase after another, which was two stories high.

They fit tightly together, pulleys under the base, deeply embedded in the rails on the ground, and on each cabinet, the time of the soldier's naturalization is marked.

Forty years ago, that was what happened in the first year of the Long Song Calendar.

Finding the bookcase with the first year of the long song, Qingya grabbed the handrail and gently pulled it outward, and the bookcase slowly slid outward, and one after another military registration books were neatly arranged together.

Chang'an, Chang'an.

found the column of Chang'an again, and Brother Qin's identity information was hidden in five or six thick books.

The sound of the paper flipping through kept recalling in the quiet military registration office, and time passed slowly, and Qingya memorized all the names in his heart one by one.

Although they are not the people they are looking for, they are still willing to sacrifice their lives for their home and country, and such people deserve to be remembered.

There you have it, you have found it.

Qingya picked up the military registration book, put it in front of his eyes, and read it out in a whisper, word by word

"Qin Xiangge, naturalized on April 10 of the first year of the Changge calendar, and went west with the army. There are no other relatives in the family, only an unmarried daughter, named Yunxiu. ”

Who?

Qingya, Qingya's eyes widened and stared at the name on it carefully, confirming that he was not dazzled.

Yun Xiu, Yun out of Xiu, Yan Guishuang's Yun Xiu.

One demon and one ghost, the person they asked them to look for was actually both themselves.

The fate of this world is inevitably too ruthless, they haven't seen each other for forty years, and so far they are separated by yin and yang, even if this is the case, even if he has turned into a wandering spirit and returned to Chang'an, is God still unwilling to let them meet somewhere?

The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, who is the jade and cold? After years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream.

If there is really no power beyond nature, if it weren't for Zhongyuan and Hua Qing'er meeting Qin Xiangge on the long street that night, if he hadn't seen through Yun Xiu's true body in the lights of Qixi Festival, would they still not be able to see each other when his soul was gone?