The vacuum in the purple bamboo courtyard was distorted, and the purple bamboo forest was deep and quiet, but at this moment, it turned into a sea of flames.

Compared with Shui Qianyan, Shi Taiyi and the three of them are much calmer, although the two of them are strong, but compared to the original Liaoyuan Sword Saint, they are almost inferior.

Thundered!

I didn't see Xiao Yi make the slightest movement, and there was a thunderous sound in the Zizhu Courtyard, and a silver talisman was as big as a grinding plate, condensing out of thin air in front of Xiao Yi.

There was silver lightning entanglement, electric light flickered, just a slight shock, the fire path rune in Huo Yan Mountain's palm collapsed, and he staggered backwards, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"A hundred years have passed, but it is empty. ”

Shui Qianyan clenched his fists, regardless of the fact that the wound was still bleeding, he turned to leave, his back was a little gloomy.

Huo Yanshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at Xiao Yi with a complicated gaze, and said: "Shizun didn't see the wrong person, it's a pity, if you are fifty years longer, I will definitely not keep my hand, years!"

After speaking, Huo Yanshan laughed and turned to leave.

Xiao Yi didn't stop him, but looked at the backs of the two leaving, these are two young strong men who have practiced hard and have no distracted thoughts, I just hope that after today, they will not be suppressed.

Shi Taiyi and the three of them were silent, they had already seen some cause and effect, but unfortunately these were not something they could interfere with.

"You're refining again. ”

At the end of the day, Leng Yue Changxuan said a word, and the eyes of the three of them were a little bitter, the important place of the Western Regions War Emperor Palace, they knew many secrets that they had never known in the past, and they also knew more clearly, what the forbidden realm represented, this is the past and the present. An important criterion for measuring combat power and potential. Even to a certain extent. It is more valued than the bloodline talent.

Stepping into the taboo threshold, even if it is just the threshold, it is a world of difference, how many young strong people have been blocked from the threshold, in the hundred years of the Northern Wilderness and the Western Regions, among the countless young and strong people, only a few people can come out.

Rumors are rumors, even if they are true legends. It's not as shocking as the people around me who take this step.

However, for Shi Taiyi and the others, it was more melancholy, they felt that the oppression on their bodies did not come from anyone, it was from the battle spirit in the depths of their hearts.

The younger generation, who admits that they are inferior to others, all have the ambition to compete for ambition and the ambition of Lingyun.

......

The arrival and departure of Shui Qianyan and the two did not make much waves in Xiao Yi's heart, not so much a provocation from his peers. It is more like a common torture from one hundred and six named disciples.

It's like someone who has painstakingly planted a whole year's worth of fruit until the autumn harvest. But the ripe fruit was picked by others, and there was always injustice in my heart, and there was always a trace of unwillingness, and I wanted to ask what it was.

Shui Qianyan and the others got the answer, so they walked very simply, such a provocation with thunder and rain was still a little immature in Xiao Yi's opinion, because he didn't feel the slightest murderous aura, and he understood the way of killing, which couldn't escape his eyes no matter what.

In fact, it has been seven years since he came to this ancient land, Xiao Yi has already given up the many unknown pride from the later generations, and in general, this ancient land is only more complicated, the vast and boundless land, I don't know how many secrets have been buried in the Dao, and how many bones have been buried in the depths of the bottomless earth?

"Man is a net, netting oneself and others, the strong are the big net, the weak are the small net, countless wire nets are connected, it is the whole world. ”

Xiao Yi muttered to himself, not far away, Shi Taiyi and the three of them were shocked, and they were a little stupid for a while.

......

Knife Peak.

The sword palace is still quiet, the spirit flowers are fragrant, the green spirit grass is swaying in the breeze, under the sun spirit wood, the sword saint looks far away, and there seems to be a river in his eyes, the sun and the moon are disillusioned, after a long time, only a few sighs are left, and more are relieved.

Look closely, in the depths of his pupils, in the distant mountain streams, two tall figures are stretched by the brilliant sunlight, and even the thickest spiritual mist cannot hide it.

In the blink of an eye, the morning sun rose in its entirety, opening the earth and blooming with a vast light.

Woo!

There is a horn sound in the heavenly palace, desolate and long, full of the vicissitudes of the years, many old people raised their heads, their eyes showed the color of remembrance, compared to many young and strong people, they may not have gone very far on the path of cultivation, but they can hear more things, such as iron and blood, such as the sound of gold and iron, and even the sound of war drums, broken muscles and bones, one after another knife marks, a square sword hole, all in this long horn sound, in the depths of the soul full recovery.

It seems like a distant memory, but it seems like it was just yesterday, at this moment, the sunset is like blood, and the morning sun is like blood.

......

In the Purple Bamboo Temple.

Xiao Yi's expression shook slightly, this was the sound of the war horn, the familiar sound of the horn, in front of his eyes, it seemed that the first years had emerged again, in front of the Black Iron and Stone City, three thousand green armor soldiers were under the city, the fairy mist was shrouded, and the murderous aura was all over the sky.

It was also that day that the battle spirit ran through the sky, and the figure of the patriarch Shi Zhixuan stepping into the void remained in his heart forever, and it was also that day that he truly understood that there was still such a superhuman power in this ancient land, and the interpretation of life, the ancient and vague primevality, and then to the ancient times, and even the present antiquity, the accumulation of endless years was enough to gather into a life doctrine that far exceeded the five thousand years of later generations.

Here, you can fly to the sky, you can smash the rivers, and even pick the stars and take the moon, many creatures that only exist in the myths and legends of later generations emerge in front of your eyes one by one, if it is a dream, it is also a vast epic.

"It's time to go. ”

Leng Yue Changxuan's voice sounded, and there was no other emotion in his eyes at this moment, all that was left was the indestructible sword dao edge.

The same is true of hatred, her eyes are condensed, the fiery red dress is flying, and a scorching knife momentum is exuding from her body, her demeanor is peerless, ice muscles and jade bones, although she is not very old, but she has chosen a difficult path in the future generations, in her body, Xiao Yi seems to see a real strong man slowly rising, this kind of brilliance can not be concealed, one day, the black clouds will be torn apart, completely manifested in front of the eyes of the world.

"yes, it's time to go. ”

Xiao Yi also sighed, in fact, whether it was in the later life, or when he came to this ancient land, he was silent more often, and this kind of sigh became less and less, because he felt that there was not enough time, even if he wasted a moment of time, he would feel pain and remorse, even if the vicissitudes of life and the corpses and bones were mountains, he could not withstand the regression of cultivation, and the cracks on the stone mirror would not heal.

"I've seen Brother Xiao. ”

Outside the Zizhu Courtyard, a voice sounded, a heavenly soldier, dressed in bright silver armor, from the Sword Peak Heavenly Palace.

Even if he has been open for hundreds of years, for Xiao Yi in front of him, the heavenly soldiers do not have the slightest contempt, this is from the recognition of the heart, otherwise even if they are Taishang disciples, they are not the slightest special in the War Emperor Palace, and they are not even as good as many heavenly soldiers, for them, there are forbidden places everywhere.

This is also one of the few recognized by Xiao Yi after coming to the Western Regions War Emperor Palace, the survival of the fittest, the strong are respected, but they must also be equal, spear and shield, both are indispensable.

Shi Taiyi was slightly stunned at first, and when he saw the gentle gaze of the heavenly soldier, he understood something, but he became more and more silent.

Without saying anything, Xiao Yi took a step forward, slowly walked into the hazy spiritual mist, and walked with the two of them.

"Take care!"

It wasn't until the figures of the three of them were about to be submerged by the spiritual mist, and under the purple bamboo, Shi Taiyi finally spit out two words, which were sonorous, like swords, guns and swords.

......

Battle Emperor Terrace.

Today, the clouds and mist in all directions are dispersed, the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the morning sun is like fire.

On the Shizhang Battle Emperor Platform, a middle-aged heavenly soldier blew the horn of war, wearing the most worn animal skin and shoulders, and his body was covered with scars.

On one side of the Zhan Huang Stage, there are young and strong men who are gradually coming, and on the other side, there are warriors wearing bright silver armor and fighting to the sky, everyone's eyes are extremely solemn, and the gaze that looks at the figure on the Zhan Huang Tai is not only solemn, but also a trace of deep envy.

Only the soldiers who killed the most enemies on the road to heaven are qualified to blow the horn of war at such a century-old event, and the animal skin shoulder is sewn by the relatives of the middle-aged heavenly soldiers, even if dozens of hundreds of years have passed, they have long been close to erosion, and they have never been abandoned, because only thoughts are left, which is the only thing that can be touched on the loess.

As for the scars all over the body, it is a testimony of blood and fire, for a soldier who has been fighting for many years, smooth and traceless flesh and blood is the greatest shame, only by preserving every scar, looking at the alternation of new and old scars, can you be engraved with a knife in your heart, how long has passed, with the imprint of each scar, the fighting spirit in your heart is becoming more and more vigorous.

This is a thousand-person war division, each soldier exudes iron and blood, the bright silver armor is mottled, are swords, guns and sword marks, some people are missing half an arm, some people are missing an ear, and there is a broken half of the soles of the feet, some people are blind, some people are deaf, and some can no longer open their mouths, buried deep under the loess, these old brothers, brought their ashes, the gray stone jar was not held in the arms, but placed on the ground beside him, a stone jar a position, this is to tell everyone, even if the person is dead, the ashes are still there。

Belonging to the direct division of the Western Regions War Emperor Palace, they fought on the most intense blood and fire on the heavenly road.

On the side of the Battle Emperor Terrace, the young powerhouses who arrived witnessed this scene, their eyes became heavy, and few people spoke, at this time, some of the grievances in the past were so ridiculous.

The war horn sounded one after another, desolate and rough, piercing through the clouds, reaching the nine heavens, and also reaching the depths of everyone's heart, some people found that on the platform of the emperor of war, the gray horn in the hands of the middle-aged heavenly soldier was stained with dark red blood spots, one after another, like the most noble totem of the brand. (Write emotionally, take a little longer, grind, the third more about three o'clock, everyone rest assured, it will be sent, and today's two watches will not be less.) (To be continued......)