Snow-capped, towering Kunlun.

In the thousands of ravines, there is a secret realm of immortals, where the mountains are full of flowers and birds.

In front of an attic shaded by green bamboo, there was a childish child's voice, but it was a dozen or so Taoist children learning the Taoist "Meditation Mantra".

"It's too up-and-coming star, and the strain doesn't stop."

"Exorcise evil spirits and protect your life."

"Wisdom is clear and the mind is at peace."

"The three souls are eternal, and there is no loss of soul."

In the attic, the breeze is breezy, the light yarn dances, the piano sound is misty, and a beautiful figure appears in the corner of the rolled curtain, with bright eyes and bright teeth, skin like snow, and endless fragrance gathered in one.

"Well, yes, do it again......" she pursed her lips.

At this moment, a loud bang suddenly came from the sky, as if the sky had collapsed, and the entire secret realm was trembling!

The woman was startled, and with a wave of her cloud sleeves, the dozen or so little dao children disappeared suddenly, and then she swept up like a shock, stepped on the auspicious clouds, went straight to the clouds, and looked at the place where the loud noise came.

But seeing the rolling clouds, the vastness is endless, and a huge stone pillar that runs through the heavens and the earth and is engraved with the word Qiankun appears in the void at the top of Kunlun.

A clear crack appeared on such a huge stone pillar, and it was colorful, like a lightning rubbing.

The crack was red, like a peeled wound, and red blood gushed outward.

In the air around the stone pillar, several people were already standing in the clouds, and the woman did not bother to greet them, but looked at the back of the one closest to the stone pillar.

"Master, is this the legendary Qiankun Stone?" The woman kowtowed and asked.

"The stone is cracked, the blood is overflowing, and the catastrophe is coming......" The old man's voice came, speaking slowly, but like a flood of bells, resounding through the clouds.

"Can we cultivators avoid calamity?" The woman was shocked.

"The catastrophe of heaven and earth once in three thousand years, how can human beings resist it, even the old man can't get out of it......"

The desert is lonely.

The sun shines in iron.

Middle Earth, the autumn of the 346th year of the Dayu Dynasty, the border city - Longtou Pass.

Shen Shi.

There is a bloody siege battle going on under the Longtou Pass.

More than a dozen stone-throwing trucks stretched out their levers and flew balls of billowing black smoke toward the city.

Below the fireball, teams of Qiang soldiers wielded scimitars and screamed, stepping over scattered corpses and broken baggage, swarming towards the city walls.

Under the city wall, which is more than five feet high, there are more than a dozen wheeled ladders pulled by horses, and dense Qiang soldiers are climbing up against falling arrows and stones.

From time to time, some soldiers screamed and fell from the ladder, falling to pieces.

The corpses had piled up nearly six feet high under the walls, and blood was flowing sideways on the ground.

The strong smell of blood and the wind lingered in this fiery, brutal, and savage battle.

On the city walls, the struggle was extremely fierce.

The Qiang people and the soldiers of Dayu were entangled together, shouting to kill the heavens, and the tragic state was like the hell of Shura.

The walls were about nine feet wide and covered with corpses, making it almost impossible to get off your feet.

The corpses were entangled, some covered in arrows, some with broken stomachs, but still scuffling together.

"Kill!" The big drink came from a general Yu who was nearly thirty years old, this person looked like a tiger's back, powerful and powerful, and at first glance he was a battle-hardened general.

Dressed in the leather armor of an ordinary soldier, with two arms exposed, a shield in one hand and a brass shovel in the other, he led a squad of fifty men to charge back and forth on the city wall.

He seems to have been injured a long time ago, and his leather armor is wrapped in a white cloth, and when he sees the Qiang soldiers, he serves them with a bronze mace, and specializes in breaking through the armor's defenses.

Anyone who is struck by a brass hammer will either have their hands or feet cut off, or their heads will burst like watermelons, and even their spines will be broken alive.

His name is Yanlong, the general who guards Longtou Pass.

Half an hour had passed, Yan Long had repeatedly rushed and killed a few back and forth, and there were only ten people left behind him, and his own skin and flesh were open, stained with blood and yellow and white things, like a rain of blood.

No matter how brave he was, he could hardly withstand the long-term high-intensity fighting, he was exhausted, his arms were sore, and his palms could barely hold shields and brass maces.

When an armored Qiang man slashed at him with a scimitar, he used his shield and stepped on the corpse under his feet, and suddenly his center of gravity was unstable and he sat on the ground.

The second knife followed, he used a copper mace, and in the spark splash, the blade cut a knife at his eyebrow bone, and the blood flowed like an infusion!

"Kill!" Yan Long tried his best at the moment of life and death, and suddenly slashed, and the Qiang soldier didn't even snort, his face collapsed, and he fell to the ground.

But before Yan Long could catch his breath, three more Qiang soldiers climbed up at the battlement of the city tower, and when they saw his bloody face, it was like seeing the prey of their dreams, and they surrounded him together.

Yan Long's blurred vision vaguely saw the enemy, threw away the shield, used the copper mace as a staff, and tried his best to stand up, holding the copper mace with trembling hands.

"Kill-" Yan Long spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were half-squinted, and the meridians on his face appeared, looking extremely hideous.

In this case, he had no chance of winning with one enemy and three enemies, but he did not know what fear was, but staggered and met the enemy.

"Big brother, you go down to rest first, brother is here!"

Suddenly, there was a shout, and from behind Yan Long, a burly and powerful back like him blocked in front of him.

This man also had old wounds, with a blood-stained white cloth wrapped around his arm, a knife in one hand and a shovel in the other, and rushed towards the three Qiang soldiers like hungry.

His name is Yan Hu, the second general who guards Longtou Pass.

In just one round, Yan Hu slashed two Qiang soldiers to the ground, and one of them was hit by his blow, flew sideways, and fell to the city.

Yan Long exhaled, led seven or eight surviving sergeants who were supported together, and moved towards the city tower behind the urn city step by step.

He only had half an hour to rest, and no matter what happened, he had to return again with the rested team to take over from Yan Hu in order to withstand the Qiang people's frenzied attack.

In the past half a month, he and Yan Hu have come over like this, until twilight falls and the Qiang people no longer attack the city.

After breaking away from the battle group, Yan Long immediately lowered his head and looked down at the city of urns.

In the middle of the lower part of the urn city, there is a martial arts arena.

On the side of the martial arts arena near the main city gate, a three-foot-high point general platform was set up, and a veteran with gray hair and heavy armor sat in a chair.

His name is Yan Chang, and he is the commander of the army who guards Longtou Pass.

Behind him, stood three flags that had been blown gray-yellow by the wind and sand.

The first flag has the word "Yu" written on it, representing the Dayu Dynasty.

The second flag has the word "Yan" written on it, which is the handsome flag.

The Yan family, with great achievements in the Dayu Dynasty, was honored for five generations, and was named "General Wuwei", hereditary replacement.

The third banner is written with the word "Zhenguo", and a year and a half ago, Yanchang was awarded the title of "Zhenguo Gong" by the Dayu Dynasty because of his outstanding military achievements.

Yan Chang only glanced up at the gaze cast by his eldest son Yan Long, and nodded in affirmation.

Yan Long grinned and smiled happily.

He should laugh, because in this half an hour he has killed nearly 100 enemies and ensured that the castle tower is not lost.

"Father, the eldest brother and the second brother have been fighting for a long time, let me go up to the city tower."

In front of the stage, a young general straddling a black war horse shouted.

But seeing his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his nose like a hanging gall, his lips like a knife, his face like a crown of jade, his hair tied with a belt, and he was about eighteen years old, if he hadn't met him on this battlefield, he would definitely regard him as a literati with a stronger physique than ordinary scholars, this is the martial arts and humanities.

He is the third general of Guan San, the leader of the Qiang people in the past two years-Yan Yun, the third son of Yan Chang.

He held a bright silver cloud swallow dragon pattern spear, hung a six-edged fine bronze overlord on his waist, a purple gold and silver tire iron arm bow on his shoulder, carried twenty cloud-piercing arrows on his back, and covered a white robe with fish scale chain mail, and was ready for battle.

Yan Chang squinted his eyes and looked at the front of the city tower, shouting fiercely, and did not respond to Yan Yun's request.

"Father!" Yan Yun shouted again.

At this time, there was a rumbling sound of crashing from the heavy gate of the dragon's head!

Obviously, the defenders on the towers of the city did not suppress the enemy enough, and the enemy's heavy armor had already pushed the battering ram to the bottom of the city.

On the other side of the city gate, a team of 100 Qiang soldiers gathered densely, using shields as cover, pushing a five-foot-thick old tree and a huge stone with a reassembled battering ram, shouting a trumpet, and slamming back and forth against the city gate.

The sturdy bricks didn't seem to be able to withstand the tremendous force, and there were many cracks, and the lime fell down.

Soon, the city gate was cracked open in the midst of the force!

The Dayu sergeant guarding the city gate hurriedly held the wooden pillar against the city gate, or fit up and hold on desperately.

However, the force of the impact was so great that the wooden pillars were quickly broken in two, and several sergeants who were guarding the door with their bodies were even more shocked and vomited blood.

Yan Chang's beard was all open, and he shouted violently: "Yan Yun listens to the order and guards the city gate!" ”

After speaking, he got up from his chair, walked briskly to the side of the martial arts stage, and rode on horseback.

The two sergeants stepped forward quickly with an armor-piercing lance, and Yan Chang picked it up with his toes and held the lance in his hand.

"Go up to the city tower with Ben Shuai!" Yan Chang waved his hand, and the two hundred armor soldiers who had been on standby here for a long time followed closely behind and rushed straight to the steps under the leadership of two partial generals.

"Father, be careful!" Yan Yundao turned his head again, staring at the city gate that was about to be shattered.

"Open the gates!"

The sergeants didn't seem to believe their ears, and looked at Yan Yun with some suspicion.