After a night of fighting, the imperial city changed hands again, and was taken back by Mo Yiyue's troops.

After Wang Ye Peng learned the news, he kicked over the marching table, pointed at the embarrassed Ma Demon Lord and Zhu Tai Sui and scolded: "A bunch of rice buckets! My demon clan's hundred-year plan was ruined by your stupid hands. Pass my order, Sanmenxia patrol everything will continue as usual, and the rest of the soldiers and horses will follow me to recapture the imperial city!" He expected that King Ding Ning had not yet received the latest news about the imperial city at this moment, so he wanted to take advantage of this time to quickly recapture the imperial city from Mo Yiyue's hands. If you don't, you'll be in the middle of a back.

But as soon as the soldiers and horses drove out of Sanmenxia, they received the news that Zhongyang Pass and Honghe Port had been lost one after another.

Originally from after the death of Emperor Gong, Tai Shuhong and Yin Xiu and Su Tie Ma have been secretly in tandem, secretly convening the old department, and carefully paying attention to the every move of the soldiers and horses from all walks of life in Zhongzhou, yesterday Mo Yiyue broke the soldiers and horses of the Ten Evil Kings in Chaofeng Valley, and the three of them knew that Mo Yiyue had been sure to take the imperial city, so they met to raise troops together, and Tai Shuhong led the troops to attack Zhongyang Pass, and Yin Xiu and Su Tiema slammed the Red River Port, within one night, the war in Zhongzhou reversed, the demons were defeated one after another, and the Peng prince was lonely and could not return to the sky.

"Ah!" Peng Wang Ye screamed and fell off his horse, knowing that there was no way out, even if he continued to attack the imperial city, Su Tiema and Yin Xiu would definitely attack from his rear, and Tai Shuhong would take Sanmenxia to occupy his last base camp.

"Pass my latest order, let Jilang quickly return to help, meet our army, abandon Zhongzhou, and retreat to Binghe Gorge. "Lord Peng knows how to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, and now in this form, if he doesn't consider retreating, he will face the doomsday judgment of the dynasty army.

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The dark clouds gathered again in the sky above the Wuyang Temple, which was built on the mountain and built a beautiful view of the ages, is now ruined and broken, and is in tatters.

The fighting between the two sides has continued to this day, and the fighting situation has never been more fierce, and now no one has the slightest strength to move.

There were dozens of sword wounds on Mu Yuncheng's body, the heaviest of which passed through his chest, but it was not fatal. At this moment, he knelt on the ground with his sword, his eyes were no longer bright, gray and indistinguishable from death, but he still refused to fall.

Shao Zhengyang's Sword King Idol was left with only a clay head tilted to the ground, while Lei Wuself and Wumo Dao Chang were in a coma due to serious injuries, and they were also powerless to resist.

Ji Du and Rahu overlapped and fell in front of Emperor Ming, the angry thunder passed through the bodies of the two of them, only half an inch away from being able to pierce into the body of the Emperor Ming, Ji Du's hand holding the blade of the angry thunder sword had dried up, but the angry thunder still released a faint thunder from time to time.

Emperor Ming stretched out his hand to shake away Ji Du and Rahu who were blocking in front of him, and stood up with difficulty. And dragged his heavy legs, and walked step by step towards the direction where Mu Yuncheng was.

"Mu Yuncheng, the Great Wilderness Sword Saint, what can I do, the final winner is not me?" At this moment, his clothes were in tatters, and his face was covered with blood. On the rugged and bare land, leaving behind the crimson traces he dragged out, his abdomen had been pierced by the sword qi, although he was not killed immediately, but his time was short. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Mu Yuncheng's neck suddenly, and pulled him out of the ground, and the Qing Ying Divine Sword fell from Mu Yuncheng's hand, but it was already dull.

At this moment, the light in Mu Yuncheng's eyes dissipated, and he had long lost consciousness.

For the first time, Emperor Ming felt that the strength of his whole body was consumed to the slightest, although he could barely hold up Mu Yuncheng, but his ten fingers refused to listen to his thoughts, so he was stuck under Mu Yuncheng's jaw, but he had no strength to pinch it. Once upon a time, even the strength to strangle a person had to become such a luxury.

"He's going to kill the Sword Saint, let's go up!" The people hiding in the Five Sheep Temple seemed to have experienced a boundless dream, and when they woke up from the dream, they were bumping into Emperor Ming who wanted to harm Mu Yuncheng. I don't know who in the crowd screamed, this sound seemed to ignite the anger in everyone's hearts, and for a while, everyone rushed out of the temple like a carp crossing the river, swarming towards the emperor.

In just an instant, the Emperor Ming, who had been in the Great Wilderness for hundreds of years, sitting in the Three Evil Palaces and looking down on the heroes, was trampled and ravaged by dozens of unknown people in the Great Wilderness.

They tore at his clothes, snatched the scrolls from his arms, and cut off his hair and fingers with knives to keep them for future boasting.

"Damn ants, ant ......" In the last groan, Emperor Ming seemed to see the scene of his father jumping off the sword pool again, in the chaos of the war, the young man named Wu Geng, who was drifting away, actually came back, he stood in front of him, with a moving smile on his face, "Father, why do you like to cast swords so much, swords, what is it? Swords can harm people, and they can also save people, so what is he?"

"The sword is the courage in our hearts, if there is no him, how can we protect the kind and beautiful things around us?" The father standing by the fire, **** his upper body, seriously hammered every iron sword forged in his hand, even if he was sweating profusely, he didn't know it. Those strange and familiar figures appeared in the firelight, like slide lanterns, appeared, then disappeared, reappeared, and disappeared again, until the picture was frozen again to the moment when the father forged the sword...... Why did the sword that was once lifted to protect the beauty get stained and unable to extricate itself, this may be an answer that is not an answer.

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As the news of the recovery of the Imperial City and the death of Emperor Ming spread throughout the Great Wilderness, the gods in the Nine Shadows Sealing Demon Sword Array could no longer hold back.

"The big picture is decided, Holy Spirit, do you still refuse to admit defeat?" Too many people have already died in this war, and Myojin really doesn't want to see more people die in the final almost pointless battle.

"No! How much did you secretly help Mu Yuncheng Don't think I don't know, I also want to help him one last time, the magic sword will prove who is right between you and me. As he spoke, he jumped into the summoned gate of time and space, and Tai Hao, who was the son of the Demon Heaven, saw this and urged him to sit down and jump in.

"Magic Sword ......" Mingjin knew that the Holy Spirit must be planning to use the magic power of the magic sword to set off another catastrophe, this is his last trump card, and he must stop him.

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After Mo Yiyue heard the news that Su Tiema and others had regained Honghe Port and Zhongyang Pass one after another, she knew that Prince Peng would not fight the idea of the imperial city again. Instead of ordering the urgent repair of the city defenses, everyone was given a good rest and waited for the final decisive battle.

He didn't expect that Emperor Ming would fall in Wuyangguan, nor did he expect Mu Yuncheng to come from Wuyangguan so quickly.

He was seriously injured and had just recovered, but he rushed to see Mo Yiyue as soon as possible, and with him came Di Jing, Qin Master Miao, and Ye Feiyu.

Since the farewell of Xiangshan, the two have experienced a lot, and in each other's eyes, they are already different.

Both of them have words of gratitude and want to say to each other, Mu Yuncheng exchanged himself for Mo Yiyue in Liuxiang Mountain, what is more precious than this life-changing friendship? And Mo Yiyue came to help the dynasty army contact the clan along the way, pacify Xiliang, and recapture Zhongzhou, although he went through all the dangers and painstaking efforts, he had no regrets, and he tried every means to protect Mu Tangtang, Chu Shuiyu and others. Such a brother, such a righteous anger, isn't it worth Mu Yuncheng to protect with his life?

"Your old friends miss you, I have been keeping it for you, and now it is finally back to its original owner. Mo Yiyue handed the Great Wilderness Famous Sword Record to Mu Yuncheng, all eight famous swords were in the book, and the moment Mu Yuncheng opened it, all eight famous swords flew out, surrounding Mu Yuncheng, slowly turning, releasing a clear light.

"Old friend, are you okay?" Mu Yuncheng stretched out his fingers and stroked each sword, this heartfelt intimacy, as if he was reunited with his long-separated relatives, and his joy was even more overflowing.

"Yuncheng!"

Mu Yuncheng turned around when he heard this, but was thrown into his arms by Chu Shuiyu and Lu Xiao, while Mu Tangtang had no place to hug him, so he had to hug Mo Yiyue and looked at the two with some jealousy.

"Wuyang watched the battle, it was earth-shattering, Yuncheng he must need a good rest, let's not disturb him. Mo Yiyue said and led everyone to leave, leaving only Chu Shuiyu and Lu Xiao to stay by Mu Yuncheng's side.

The three of them have endless words in their hearts, and if they talk to each other, even if they can't do it for a few days and nights. A thousand words came to his lips, but they all turned into silence.

The two leaned on Mu Yuncheng's sides, as if this would give them the greatest safety, they were fed up with separation and never wanted to be separated from him again.

And Mu Yuncheng seemed to feel the longing in their hearts, and gently hugged them with his arm, his voice warm and soft, "We will not be separated again." ”