Rolling up the mountain fell into a heavy memory, life is like a long axis of the picture scroll slowly unfolded, rolling the mountain can't help but wonder if his life is really designed by someone, his appearance is just a chess piece, his life of hard work is just a fictional life of the big man to satisfy his own selfish desires?

The turning point of the fate of the mountain is to meet the teacher, so far the mountain does not know the true face of the teacher, he always wears a mask, teaching himself the method of cultivation, so that he can be a Turkic orphan in Chang'an City to seek a splendid future, with today's monstrous wealth.

Teacher, who is it?

He suddenly appeared in his own life, teaching himself martial arts on the first day of every month, and testing his cultivation results on the fifteenth, and those days became the most beautiful and bleak time in the depths of the memory of the mountain. The orphan received a sudden care, which he cherished, and obeyed the teacher's teachings one by one, but he also endured the teacher's severe punishments one by one. For five years, he was detained in a cave by his teacher, and after hardships he cultivated and broke through the realm of seven grades, so the teacher let him go down the mountain, and in five years, the teacher quietly planted hatred for Chang'an in his heart.

The Turks died in the Tang Dynasty and swore revenge for the Turks, which became the creed of the life of the Rolling Mountain, and the teacher also told the secret of the Xinghai Blood Curse to the Rolling Mountain, and once said that the Xinghai Blood Curse was the secret of the Turkic royal family for thousands of years, and the reason why the Turks died was also guilty of their crimes, and the Tang Dynasty coveted the Xinghai Blood Curse, so he sent troops to destroy the Turks. He has always thought that his mentor is the remnant of the Turkic royal family, and he has always obeyed his teacher's words, and he has never thought of harming his mentor who is as kind as a mountain.

However, after thinking about it carefully, he became more and more afraid, after he went down the mountain, his teacher disappeared without a trace, and he suddenly became rich and wanted to repay his teacher. If the teacher designed his own life, is his life a vain life?

For some reason, the general who had always been resolute suddenly became hesitant and indecisive, and immediately interrupted the thoughts of the mountain, and said in a deep voice: "General, now that the arrow is on the string, I have to send it, where is there so much room for thinking?"

Only then did he come back to his senses, and looked at the Xiaoyao Daoist and the Lingxiao Daoist, they were all Turkic orphans, because the same goal was gathered together, and now the Xinghai Blood Curse has been arranged, as long as the Tang King activates the big array, then the three of them can ascend in one fell swoop and become the gods of the world, where can they listen to the nonsense of the Qingyi swordsman at the most critical juncture?

Rolling the mountain immediately made a decision, waved his big hand, and a thousand dismounted horsemen began to launch a deadly charge.

The road in Pingkangfang is not spacious, which is not conducive to the cavalry charge, so the cavalry is used as foot soldiers, and the first three rows are all shield-holding heavy armor soldiers.

At the last moment, Xu Tianran closed his eyes tightly, and his divine sense probed out, his sword was more accurate than Wu Qingfeng, and the narrow gap exposed by the neck of the heavily armored foot soldier was hidden behind the shield, and as long as he bypassed the shield, he could easily cut off the head of the heavy armored foot soldier.

The main gate of the Rucui Building, a white dress covered with scarlet blood, a slender river of blood hung on the blade of the Qingfeng Sword, the mountain was shocked, and all of his 1,000 cavalry were cut off by the white-clothed swordsman, and the gate of the Rucui Building had been tightly blocked by the corpses and heads of the 1,000 horsemen piled up high.

Only the white-clothed swordsman is independent of the corpse mountain, and he is the only one.

The green-shirted swordsman suddenly exerted his strength, the sword light was everywhere, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and in an instant, the throats of dozens of heavy-armored foot soldiers were cut by the sword qi, and the heavy-armored foot soldiers had already had the will to die, but they didn't know where the sword qi came from until they died.

Nangong Qianbai climbed to the seventh floor accompanied by Rou'er, looking at a white dress and a green shirt, she couldn't help but sigh, "Sansheng is fortunate to witness the peerless double pride." ”

Rou'er doesn't know what the peerless shuangjiao means in the mouth of the child, the two swordsmen in Tsing Yi and the white are already the most powerful martial artists in Chang'an, and they deserve the praise of the peerless shuangjiao, but the son seems to have endless expectations for the two of them, why is this?

In the Recommended Blessing Temple, seventy-two warrior monks under the leadership of the little monk of the Pure Land, holding iron rods, rushed to Pingkangfang, and the real sea of the prison was the first, walking like flying.

Liufu, the little guy Liu Bao guarded the gate, anxiously waiting for the lord to return, seeing the lord's carriage from a distance, the last family Ding Liubao fell in front of Liu Guozhong's car like he didn't want to die, and cried bitterly and said: "Master, it's not good, the eldest prince was arrested by thieves in Rucui Building." ”

Liu Guozhong lifted the curtain, his face was gloomy, and immediately, he turned the carriage and went straight to Rucui Tower.

Zhang Jing, a bad man in Chang'an, gathered all his brothers together, and with Zhang Jing's reputation among the bad people, he brought together more than a thousand bad people, who only wore soft armor and held standard swords, and they couldn't compete with the armor forbidden army head-on.

Zhang Jingden said loudly: "The thieves are rolling over the mountain, wanting to murder the king, and even more so to harm the people of the city, brothers, can we bad people sit idly by?"

The bad guys said in unison: "No." ”

Zhang Jing said in a deep voice: "There is an iron horse in the hand of the rolling mountain, will we bad people be afraid?"

The bad guys said in unison: "Don't be afraid." ”

Zhang Jing said with a smile: "Yes, I'm afraid of a hammer, drive those Turkic bastards back to their hometowns, defend the king, protect Chang'an, and protect the people." ”

The bad guys are all rough guys, they all grinned, cursed the Turks with Zhang Jing, and said with a big grin: "Fuck it." ”

In the whirlpool of the battlefield, Xu Tianran's green shirt was stained with scarlet blood, and no less than three hundred horsemen died under Xu Tianran's sword in just a quarter of an hour, but they were still surrounded by heavy armor foot soldiers, and there was no gap in sight to escape.

Suddenly, a majestic voice remembered, "Stop!"

Rolling Shan looked back, it turned out that Liu Guozhong was coming, Rolling Shan breathed for a while, the injury eased a little, and seeing Liu Guozhong's face full of anger, he could only smile and say: "My subordinates have seen Liu Shangshu." ”

Liu Guozhong reprimanded: "Rolling up the mountain, you are so bold, you dare to directly order an attack on Rucui Tower, don't you know that Her Royal Highness the princess is still inside?"

Liu Guozhong mentioned Her Royal Highness the princess, but did not mention his own son, which is an extremely intelligent way to be an official, and this single word occupies the absolute truth, and he can be blamed for the mountain.

Seeing the appearance of Liu Guozhong's commanding spirit, he forcibly held back his anger and said: "Uncle Guo is angry, and his subordinates are acting according to orders, which is also a helpless move. ”

Liu Guozhong saw that the demeanor of the rolling mountain was a little arrogant, it was originally just a dog under his feet, and he dared to disobey his own orders, where could Liu Guozhong endure it, he stepped forward in three or two steps, and slapped him directly in front of the subordinates of the rolling mountain.

The subordinates of the mountain dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and even the Xuandu audience clenched their fists, but they did not dare to move.

Rolling Jushan touched his cheek lightly, shook his head and sneered: "Just this bit of strength, it's the same as a girl." ”

Liu Guozhong couldn't believe his ears, it turned out that a dog crawling at his feet dared to bark at the master's dog, Liu Guozhong said angrily: "Rolling the mountain, do you want to rebel? Dare to disobey this official, tomorrow I will report to the king and punish you." ”

He got up slowly, pulled out the saber of the guard next to him, and stepped forward with heavy steps, Liu Guozhong's face was full of disbelief, and he slowly retreated until he resisted the car, and the servant he brought found that it was not good, and blocked in front of the master.

An old man in gray, needless to say, must be a nine-rank martial artist, and three eight-rank martial artists, such a strong guard according to common sense, there are few opponents in Chang'an City, but today his opponent is Rolling Mountain, the people of Xiaoyao Dao did not wait for Rolling Mountain to order, just a small rune sword sacrificed, and the lightning and flint saw that the old man in gray did not have time to react before he was pierced through his throat by a small flying sword of more than three inches.

Liu Guozhong held the carriage and looked at the rolling mountain that was approaching step by step, his lips turned white with fright, and he trembled: "Rolling the mountain, are you crazy?"

Rolling Jushan said calmly: "If you die early or later, you have to die, and tonight I will be merciful and give you a ride first." ”

Xie Xuanyu came to Liu Yuzhu, who was tied up like a dumpling, and said quietly: "Your father is dying." ”

Liu Yuzhu is the anointing of the anointing in Chang'an City, and he is not shocked: "Your father just died, my father is a dignified official, uncle of the country, who dares to kill him?"

Xie Xuanyu scratched his head and said softly: "My father is dead, but your father is also dead, and he cut it with his own hands, do you want to see it, I can help you up." ”

Liu Yuzhu trembled, "You lied to people, Rolling Juan Mountain is my father's henchman, how can you kill him?"

Xie Xuanyu took off the broom head, tied Liu Yuzhu to the handle, and raised it high, Liu Yuzhu's eyes widened, and he saw his father who was lying in a pool of blood and the mountain holding a big knife, and suddenly, tears flowed and even the crotch of his pants was soaked.

Most of these anointed children are like this, no matter how big the disaster is, they are not afraid, anyway, there is an old man wiping his ass, but what they are most afraid of in their hearts is that their father is gone, or they have lost power, in Chang'an City, once they have no power, those who originally bowed their heads in front of themselves will step on their heads and pee.

Liu Guozhong died, and the Liu Mansion collapsed.

Xu Tianran looked at the dense heavy armor foot soldiers, he couldn't completely get out of the encirclement after breaking through several times in a row, these Turkic soldiers were really not afraid of death, and their strength was very expensive, if they couldn't break out of the encirclement, I am afraid they would really not be able to leave.

Seeing that Xie Xuanyu hung Liu Yuzhu under the eaves of the Rucui Building, Lai Gan walked slowly towards him, knowing that his life was short, and said in a deep voice: "Little Taoist, please tell General Rolling after death, Lai Gan will follow him all his life and die without regrets." ”

Xie Xuanyu looked puzzled and said, "Why did I want to kill you?"

Wu Qingfeng seems to be light and light, but in fact, the consumption of true qi is very large, and he is still busy recovering his true qi at this time, seeing that Xu Tianran is in danger, but he has no time to save him.

Xie Xuanyu took out the talisman sword, climbed high and looked into the distance, once the green shirt could not support it, he immediately broke into the encirclement and found a way to rescue Xu Tianran.

Nangong Qianbai grabbed Xie Xuanyu's sleeve and shook his head.

Jin Xian and Yan Lingbin hid their faces and sobbed at the same time, they all knew that Nangong Qianbai's meaning was obvious, if Xu Tianran couldn't come back by himself, if he went to one more person, he would lose one more person, and it would be useless. Perhaps, the green shirt they saw was the last look in this life.

Rolling the mountain trampled Liu Guozhong's head under his feet, still unrelieved of his hatred, the tip of the knife tore out the eyes that were not blind, and then stomped on them with a heavy foot.

Nangong Qianbai knew in his heart that Rolling Mountain had gone completely crazy.

Xu Tianran's arm was already trembling slightly, and he had cut off no less than a thousand heads, and there were many scars on his body, although they were all skin injuries, but they were covered in blood, shocking, like a bloody person.

Xu Tianran fought against the heavily armored foot soldiers on the flat ground, and guarded the gate of the Rucui Building than Wu Qingfeng

Nangong Qianbai looked up to the sky and sighed: "Is the sky going to die in Chang'an?"

Suddenly, a group of warrior monks appeared in front of the gate of Rucui Tower, and Nangong Qianbai couldn't help but clench his fists excitedly, and said hello to the little monk of the Pure Land with his hands folded and from afar.

The Pure Land saw that he was in the middle of the battlefield in a green shirt, but if dozens of his warrior monks rushed into the battlefield, it would be just a drop in the bucket, so he simply led people into the Cui Tower to help Nangong Qianbai defend the base camp.

Xu Tianran took a deep breath and took a few steps back, no one dared to step forward in the large array of heavy armor foot soldiers, where is this green shirt just a Jianghu person, standing in the encirclement like a god of war, and more than a thousand corpses were densely packed on the ground, so that the heavy armor foot soldiers did not dare to step forward easily.

Rolling Shan smiled and said, "It's almost consumed, you took the green shirt head." ”

It turned out that the wishful thinking of the rolling mountain was to use ordinary foot soldiers to consume Xu Tianran, and only when his true qi was exhausted did he use the power of Xuandu Guan to take him down.

Xu Tianran gasped, took a hard breath, and held the human sword with his backhand, ready to fight to the death.

At the last moment, a puff of dust rolled up not far away, and a touch of gloom flashed on the face of the rolling mountain.

Zhang Jing stood on a roof and shouted: "Zhang Jing from Chang'an is here, and the thief will die quickly." ”