Li Zijin's gaze changed as the middle-aged sword cultivator's body moved.

The young man first saw a tactful and winding river, which was the Wuding River, and after a while, he came to the Wuding Mountain.

Although Li Zijin couldn't look down, but through the speed of the changes in the surrounding landscape, he could tell that Xie Yufeng was not a sword or a wind, there were some bumps, and his body was slightly shaky, but the speed was extremely fast, it should be a horse, and it was not a carriage.

The journey from Wuding River to Wuding Mountain seems to have been sped up a lot in the process of empathy, and it should have taken a whole night to rush from Wuding River to Wuding Mountain, but in empathy, it doesn't take so long at all.

It's as if the flow of time has been artificially accelerated, but the speed of movement that changes with the landscape is two speeds.

It is difficult for Li Zijin to describe this experience in words, because it was the first time he felt the taste of time passing by him, which was elusive and mysterious.

After coming to Wuding Mountain, in front of Li Zijin, or the middle-aged sword cultivator, a large group of monks wearing white robes and carrying swords behind them appeared.

They were all disciples of the Wuding Sect.

The first person has a white beard and white eyebrows, and crosses his back with two swords on his back, which should be the sect master of Wuding Mountain.

After a group of disciples of the Wuding Sect passed by the middle-aged sword cultivator, a disciple of the Wuding Sect who was about the same age as Li Zijin walked out of the crowd and came to greet the middle-aged sword cultivator.

The white-eyed and white-bearded Taoist in the distance glanced back, did not stop him, turned his head and continued to lead the team forward.

The young sword cultivator seemed to be extremely surprised when he saw the middle-aged sword cultivator coming to practice for himself, and ran forward in three or two steps, and said with a smile: "Brother Xie, why are you here." ”

The middle-aged sword cultivator known as Brother Xie stretched out his hand, put it on the man's shoulder, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's a long way to go to the Sword Pavilion, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, and the demons of the Sword Pavilion are rampant, Brother Siyuan should be very careful." ”

Without waiting for his young brother to speak, Xie Yufeng lifted a wine gourd from his waist again, and wanted to hand it to the young sword cultivator, "Brother Siyuan, take this pot of wine to drink on the road, you have no choice but to go here, it can be regarded as a heroic style of defending the family and defending the country, and heroes are brave enough to give heroes." ”

Chen Siyuan nodded, shook his head again, glanced at the fellow brothers who were gradually walking away, and hugged his fist at Brother Xie and said: "I'm leaving, Brother Xie, this pot of wine is still waiting for us to return triumphantly and then unveil the seal, and when I come back, we must drink without getting drunk and not returning, you have to prepare a few pots of good heroic gall for my little brother!"

After the young sword cultivator finished speaking, he trotted away, and before finally blending into the crowd, he turned around and smiled and waved goodbye to his big brother Xie.

All the disciples of a Wuding Mountain were gone overnight, and the entire sect, from the sect master to the outer disciples, a total of eight hundred and nine people, were all gone.

After bidding farewell to the young sword cultivator named Chen Siyuan, Li Zijin followed Xie Yufeng's perspective change, and the time flowed rapidly, as if a few months had passed all at once.

During these few months, he saw that Xie Yufeng and the sword cultivator named Chen Siyuan had exchanged several letters, all of which were used to send messages to each other through the Flying Sword Hall that shook the world.

The Flying Sword Hall, the power is all over the land of the states in the world, and most of them use some natal flying swords to have no lethality, so it is difficult to have attainments in the way of the sword, so they can only devote themselves to the Flying Sword Hall, with the help of their natal flying swords to transmit messages to various flying swords up and down the mountain, and those who make a living from it are not called sword cultivators.

In empathy, Li Zijin found that the first letter sent by the sword cultivator of the Wuding Sect named Chen Siyuan was to report good news but not bad news, and he didn't want Xie Yufeng to worry about him, and then in the last letter, there was a few words about the matter of the Sword Worship Pavilion.

The first letter sent by Chen Siyuan.

"Brother Xie, we have been trekking through mountains and rivers for more than a month, and finally arrived at the Baijian Pavilion before sunset today, the people of Xuanjing took the wind and washed the dust for us, and treated people very well, by the way, there have been many seniors from other sects who were stationed here a few days ago, I saw the old-timer who was a god of swordsmanship, but unfortunately I couldn't talk to him, the sect master let us have a good night's rest, and we will join the battlefield tomorrow, I suddenly regret not bringing the pot of heroic gall that you wanted to give me before parting, so that at least I can drink and strengthen people's courage, so that I, a coward, can also pretend to be a hero tomorrow." ！”

In fact, when Xie Yufeng received the first letter, Chen Siyuan and the disciples of the Wuding Sect had been in the Worship Sword Pavilion for several days, and the first letter had been shelved in the Flying Sword Hall for a few days, so Chen Siyuan's second letter and the first letter were sent from the Flying Sword Hall in Xuanjing almost at the same time, and they were sent to Xie Yufeng almost at the same time.

The second letter sent by Chen Siyuan.

"Brother Xie, how are you doing lately? I'm fine, don't worry about me, the sect master and the monks of the other sects take good care of us, and Xuanjing has contributed a lot, and they are basically the ones who take the lead. We, the mountain monks, followed behind, and even a sword cultivator like me, who was only in the Three Realms, had won a lot of feats, hehe. ”

Through Xie Yufeng's perspective, Li Zijin can feel the simplicity and simplicity of that young sword cultivator through the lines from the letter sent by the young sword cultivator named Chen Siyuan, who is a very lovely person.

The first two letters don't seem to be weird, as if he is over there, not fighting a big war, but like going to the mountains and rivers.

However, the real turning point of the incident was actually in the third letter, although the first two letters were also a few days apart, they were still sent to Xie Yufeng together, but this third letter was a few months away from the first two letters.

The third letter sent by Chen Siyuan.

"Brother Xie, I haven't been able to reply to your letter for several months, I'm really sorry, it's not that I don't want to reply, but there was a wave of counterattacks from the demon clan before, and half of the entire Xuanjing has fallen, and the Flying Sword Hall has also been destroyed, and the sect master ······ The sect master died in battle a few days ago, and the senior brothers were also separated from me, right now, I and the monks of other sects in Canggeng Prefecture are gathered here in the Sword Worship Pavilion, with the help of the power of the Sword Worship Pavilion to fight against those demon clans, I don't know how long it can last······ Actually, I'm really afraid of death, I'm really scared······ The first night I came here, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep, and after a while, I didn't seem to be afraid, but now, I'm scared again. I should have brought that pot of heroic gall!"

Li Zijin knew very well what that Sword Worship Pavilion meant, so in his empathy, he remembered the last letter very deeply, and he could almost be called unforgettable.

In empathy, Xie Yufeng immediately set off after reading the third letter, wanting to go to the Sword Worship Pavilion.

However, it was blocked at Wudingguan, and Yan Guo did not let any monks go to support Xuanjing and support the Sword Worship Pavilion.

At this moment, Li Zijin and Xie Yufeng at that time both understood that even if the news of worshipping the Sword Pavilion could not be spread before, but at this moment, one thing that everyone should know is that the war has been a failure.

As soon as the picture turned, the flow of time accelerated again, as if more than a month had passed.

Yan Guo no longer blocked the monks from leaving the customs, and went to the territory of Daxuan, to the Worship Sword Pavilion near Xuanjing, when Xie Yufeng arrived at the battlefield of the Worship Sword Pavilion, it was already full of devastation.

The battle ended, the human race was not defeated, and forced the demon army in the south to retreat and suppressed it under the towering Sword Worship Pavilion.

But they didn't win either, because there were thousands of sects rushing to Canggeng Prefecture, hundreds of thousands of monks on the mountain, who died in the Battle of Baijian Pavilion, and millions of soldiers of the Xuan Kingdom were martyred.

Among them, the monks of Canggeng Prefecture and the Xuan Kingdom suffered the most losses, and a Xuan State took out seven or eight out of ten troops to defend a Worship Sword Pavilion.

The soldiers of the Xuan Kingdom are different from the qi refiners on the mountain, they have no magical powers, no divine weapons, they are all mortals in the flesh, even if they are martial artists who are famous for refining their bodies, when facing the demon monks with strong bodies, they are the same as mantis arms as a car, and mayflies shake trees.

The worst loss was the Xuan State, which was almost wiped out because of this, but the one who won the most popular support was also the Xuan State.

After this war, the Xuan Kingdom was rebuilt, and it became the Great Xuan Dynasty after receiving a lot of help from the mountains and mountains of Canggeng Prefecture.

Xie Yufeng walked all over the battlefield of Baijian Pavilion, but did not find Chen Siyuan's body, strictly speaking, there was no corpse left here, whether it was the demon clan or the human race who participated in this battle, they were all in that battle, turned into powder, their souls were scattered, and their bodies died.

This period of time flowed, but it did not speed up beyond Li Zijin's imagination, as if Xie Yufeng deliberately wanted the young man to take a closer look.

After that, the time flowed, and it can really be described as time like an arrow, the sun and the moon like a shuttle, and many pictures were fleeting, only for the teenager to see a rough idea.

In desperation, Xie Yufeng could only go back, return to Wuding Mountain, and find a bunch of clothes and objects of the disciples of Wuding Mountain in a Wuding Mountain that was already empty, and built a mound for everyone.

Of the eight hundred and nine clothed mounds, there is only one stone tablet with Chen Siyuan's name written on it, and Xie Yufeng doesn't know anything about the rest.

After a whirlwind, the heavens and the earth returned to their original appearance, and Li Zijin's eyes darkened.

The flowing water of time between the young man and the middle-aged sword cultivator Xie Yufeng also disappeared in an instant.

Li Zijin slowly opened his eyes, the sunlight was extremely dazzling, he could only block the scorching light with his hands, opened his eyes slightly, and asked the middle-aged sword cultivator: "It's been a night?!"

He didn't expect that time would pass so quickly in empathy.

Recalling everything just now, those extremely real scenes and images are still vivid, as if he did not empathize with someone, but recalled everything he had experienced personally.

Xie Yufeng snorted and smiled: "This story, how is it?"

However, Li Zijin took a step back sharply, because the middle-aged sword cultivator in front of him was holding a turquoise long sword in his hand, and the sword body was verdant and feminine.

The long sword is emerald.

Su Hu is gone.