Yan'an Prefecture in the west of Liaoyuan, because it is located at the foot of Hongmeng Mountain, is separated from a city in the Western Desert Plain where madmen are scattered, and it has been fighting continuously all year round, and has developed a fierce folk style.

Yan'an Prefecture is not the largest state in the world, and its territory is even inferior to Guangxin Prefecture in the south and Ganlan Prefecture in the east, but Xijing, the main city of Yan'an Prefecture, is definitely the largest main city in the world.

At night, in every Qianmo street and alley of the entire bustling Xijing, the voice of the husband hurriedly beating the order was already sounded: "The whole city is curfew, and the door is closed." ”

A huge capital, when the lights are on at the beginning and the crowds are crowded, tonight is silent, occasionally a few dogs bark and children cry, but they are also quickly silent. For thousands of years, this city, led by the Taiyi Guardian Iron Cavalry, has always had strict laws and orderly.

After a while, in the silent streets and alleys, the sound of horses' hooves sounded rapidly from all directions, or three or five horses, or dozens of horses galloped through the streets and alleys like the wind. The black-armored and black-helmeted cavalry, all of them, went from the barracks scattered throughout the city to the square in front of the Dianbao platform in the east of the city. To the east of the square is the Xijing City Gate.

Judging from the number of cavalry rushing out of various large and small military stations, it must be the elites of each battalion and station who are summoned this time. The entire elite camp of the Guardian Iron Rider is all martial artists at least three realms or monks above the second realm. A ten-man commander led a small team, a centurion led a large team, and a cavalry corps consisting of five brigades was led by a tun commander. Under the generals, at least two corps.

The 10 masters are at least 3 realm monks or 4 realm warriors, while centurions are 5 realm or more realm monks or six realm warriors who can start a sect. As for Tunzheng, the requirements are much higher than those of the centurion in all aspects, but it is allowed to be cultivated in the same realm. A corps of apologetic cavalry led by Tun Zheng can completely crush the superior Dao cultivation sect or the worldly martial arts academy.

Of course, with the exception of giant sects such as the Hongmeng Mountain Temple and the Tieliu Post Martial Academy.

In front of the military platform, the Guardian Iron Cavalry assembled this time was actually led by a general.

Two legions, more than 1,000 people, were concentrated in the wide square. People are silent, horses are bitten, and occasionally there are a few snorts of the divine horses and horses, which adds a bit of iron-blooded slaughter.

The last time the cathars gathered such a large Iron Cavalry Legion was five hundred years ago, which was the first time to wipe out the clan of the descendants of the Sword Demons on the way to escape.

This time, which will be the sacred?

The main general often asked, leather armor and black helmet, carrying a broad-bladed heavy sword at his waist, standing on a high-headed horse on the platform, and riding a dark sweaty horse under his crotch, the divine horse was extraordinary.

Next to the main general's horse, there stood a formation talisman master dressed in a green sermon robe and wearing a scarf on his head.

The array talisman master's eyes were focused, staring closely in the direction of the east gate city. The soldiers defending the city at the head of the city did not belong to the guardian legion of the Taiyi Sect, but the field border army led by the soldiers of the Northern Wilderness City. They never dared to look at the actions of the cathars and ask too much questions, but only needed to cooperate at any time, asking people to send people, and asking horses for horses.

But this time, Chang Yiwen was obviously not interested in the border soldiers and horses defending the city. The gaze of him and the Array Talisman Master directly crossed the arrow battlements at the head of the city and looked at the night sky.

A dazzling white light pierced the dark night, like a meteor flying from the east, instantly crossing the city and landing on the point platform. The palms of the array master are together, and the palms and fingers are stretched out, like the shape of a lotus flower. I saw that there were words in his mouth, and the incantation in what language it belonged to, muttered, and the extremely subtle, but audible sound, actually caused a ripple in the void in the night, rippling on the flight path of the white light.

The dazzling white light that crossed the sky pierced into the night ripples emitted by the array talisman master, slowing down instantly, and the light was also rapidly dimming, and between breaths, it turned into a small silver sword, fluttering in the ripples, like a small silver fish in the waves, slowly falling in the lotus gesture of the array talisman master.

This is the unique messenger flying sword of Hongmeng Mountain, and the Dao name of the array talisman master who received the sword was Xun Zhen, a high-level monk from the Taoist Temple on the mountainside of Hongmeng. Every time the Guardian Army goes out, there will be a monk from Hongmeng Mountain as the formation master, which is not only to help the main general arrange the army, collect intelligence, and consult the strategy, but also to supervise the army.

Xun Zhen handed over the square inch letterhead on the flying sword to Chang Yiwen, the master general. Chang Yiqian looked at the letterhead, just glanced at it, and threw it casually. The letterhead left his hand, and a cloud of fireworks was released, which turned to ashes.

That's the signal. The border army defending the city at the head of the city hurriedly and vigorously rotated the iron chain winch, the heavy city gate rolled open, and the suspension bridge outside the city was also slowly lowered.

Under the cover of night, a black torrent rushed away from the east gate of Xijing City, thousands of horses galloped, and the vast land under the iron hoof trembled slightly.

In one day and one night, the two legions of the Apologetic Iron Cavalry traveled thousands of miles, except for the normal cooking of pots, the county changed its mounts twice halfway, and the rest of the time, there was almost no stop.

By the time the prosperous world was lit up again, these thousands of iron riders had already appeared in the mountains and mountains at the junction of Ganlan Prefecture and Guangxin Prefecture in the southwest.

Black cavalry, lined up on a high ridge.

Chang Yiwen looked into the distance, between heaven and earth, in a dark night, there was only a small piece of light, shining. That lonely village in the mountains with less than 200 households should be their battlefield tonight.

Xun Zhen, the formation talisman master, quietly came to the main general's side and said softly: "General, the place is right, are you on the road now?"

"Are you sure?" asked Tsuneichi.

"That's right. ”

"Then wait. ”

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The people in the mountain village went to bed early, ate dinner in the dark, and the family chatted for a while, or visited the neighbors for a while, and then they all turned off the lights and went to bed.

Especially young and strong young couples, go to bed earlier.

Therefore, in general, remote mountain towns have a large population and a large number of children.

Even if there are guests from afar, the host will not chat too late with the guests.

In Lijiazhuang, a lonely village in the reckless mountains, in the tall mansion of the patriarch Li Shuocheng's family, there has been a guest living in the past two days. The guest was a Taiyi Taoist priest with a hairpin and a gray sermon robe.

In the Xuanhuang world, no matter whether it is rich or poor, there are Taoist priests of Taiyi Sect as guests, which is a major event that makes the head of the family feel prosperous.

So in the past two days, the head of the family, Li Shuocheng, has been serving this Taoist chief carefully and respectfully. Even if the Taoist chief goes out and takes a walk in the village, the master must send a pair of boys and maids to follow and serve.

This pair of boys and girls is a brother and sister, the elder brother's name is Li Xitong, and the sister's name is Li Xilian. It's just that they get along for two days, and the gray preacher doesn't say much, looking at the innocent brother and sister, he occasionally sighs softly.

Tonight the night was gloomy, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the mountain village was silent. If you don't deliberately listen to the windows of some people's houses, you will only hear the sound of nature.

The dark night, the misty terraces, the frogs chirping and the insects, a peaceful and quiet atmosphere.

Towards midnight, the peaceful hillside fields suddenly began to tremble slightly. However, there is no obvious life, so those who are asleep cannot feel it, and those who are still awake, even if they feel a little, are reluctant to leave the soft bed in their arms and come out to check what is going on.

The dull sound of horses' hooves blew into the village like a gust of wind, and in an instant the village was surrounded on all sides.

There are more than 100 people, but none of them are lit up.

After the black cavalry surrounded the village, the mountain village fell into a deathly silence again.

Strangely, from beginning to end, there was not a single dog barking in the village. Apparently someone has already done it.

The general with a broadsword at his waist, riding a high-headed horse, stood under the wooden archway of the walled gate, waiting quietly.

In the dark alley, a figure in a Taoist robe appeared, and the figure seemed to be walking towards the place where the general was immediately moving, and the distance of more than ten zhang was in the blink of an eye.

The status of the Taoist is obviously extremely respected. Although the dress was inconvenient, the high-headed general still saluted the Taoist with his fist on his horse, and issued a thoughtful word: "The head of the Guardian Army often asks and has seen the immortals. ”

This gray-robed Taoist is none other than Wang Jing, the walker who stood behind the Heavenly Master of Hongmeng Mountain when the Sorrowful Heaven Sword was born and caused the vision of heaven and earth.

Wang Jing did not return the salute because it was not necessary. Although he is gentle by nature and does not like to be ostentatious, he cannot exceed his status due to his status.

The Xuanhuang world of the Taiyi Sect has a clear hierarchy and strict etiquette.

"Things are in the patriarch's house, I have been secretly checking for three days, and the smell is strong, and I can't be wrong. Wang Jing sent a divine thought to Chang Yiwen and Xun Zhen, the formation talisman master behind him, "Everyone in the village is good at swordsmanship, and there are many masters; The whole clan, young and old, is also in the village, and there is nothing left out tonight. ”

After explaining the matter, the Hongmeng Mountain walker floated away and sat down on a prominent hill in the terraced fields outside the village.

The scene that will appear next has been witnessed several times five hundred years ago, and now five hundred years later, he still feels restless, nauseous and nauseous. "It seems that every time the master says that my Tao is peerless, but I can't cultivate my mind, it is all the words of enlightenment, but it is a pity that the students are stupid and have never been able to transcend enlightenment. ”

Four black iron streams, flowing from the four sides of the gate into the alley of the walled house, half riding horses, half dismounting.

With the sound of slamming open the door, the slashing of the head with a slash, the sound of a sword stabbing through the torso came and went, and the screams of women and children began to cry in the village, but they all fell silent in an instant. Those who were the first to speak out were obviously weak, and the black-armored cavalry covering all directions could kill them in an instant.

But the shouting could not be stopped, because the awakened swordsmen in the village had already raised their swords and fought with the fierce armored soldiers. They knew that they would not last long, so they used a vernacular that the soldiers could not understand, desperately warning the women and children who could still walk, "Don't go out of the house, try to hide." ”

The surging momentum of the armor soldiers and the ubiquitous formation made these well-trained mountain village swordsmen understand that going out of the house and the village is a dead end.

Li Shuocheng, the patriarch with the highest kendo cultivation, was under the command of the peak martial artist Chang Yiqing, and he didn't take a few rounds before blood was splashed on the spot.

In the southeast, northwest, many fires in the village burned, and the firelight illuminated the village alleys and the dark night sky. The houses in the village are mostly made of wood, and once they are burned, they are burned in succession. In a few moments, all the houses were engulfed in flames.

The black-armored cavalry had all retreated to the wider alleys and clearings, and the villager swordsmen who still had the fighting power were surrounded and killed by the armored soldiers who were waiting for their work in an instant once they broke out of the sea of fire.

The bluestone pavement in the wooden archway gate, blood slowly flowed out, and after a while, the entire road surface was stained red. On the road, from time to time, heads that were still dripping blood rolled by, and their eyes were wide open.

The corpses that had not been burned by the fire were scattered all over the alley, and among them the young women, most of them unclothed, and their slender and seductive bodies or plump and snow-white bodies were a beautiful sight in some people's rooms earlier.

It's not a fight, it's just a massacre. None of the men, women and children in the village were spared. At least the cavalry searched carefully, from midnight to dawn, and the result was this.

It is a deep ancient well in the courtyard of the patriarch's house, and a few boulders have been thrown from the Jiabing Gate to ensure that there are no living people to hide.

On the hill, Wang Jing, who had secretly vomited, had returned to the ruins of the patriarch's mansion at this time. The pavilions and rockeries in the courtyard have been covered with a thick layer of ashes.

Wang Jing's face turned slightly pale, and he looked at an extremely smooth bluestone under his feet. This piece of bluestone weighs two or three hundred catties, the stone is delicate, and it exudes an extremely strong sword intent.

In the early morning, once this bluestone was moved out of the deep cellar of the house, due to the shocking sword intent, the faint morning light was instantly eclipsed.

The junior generals have long since withdrawn from the house. The Lord General Chang Yiwen and the Array Master Xun Zhen knelt on the ground, waiting for instructions.

"This is the legendary coiled dragon tendon. Wang Jing said to the two people kneeling on the ground, "It is said that when the heaven and earth were not divided, the stone tendons formed by the condensation of the mixed yuan qi are also the only sword grinding stones that can be used to sharpen the blade of the Sorrowful Heaven Sword." ”

"So in this village, there is no doubt that there is a sword demon race, but where can the Sorrowful Sky Sword be hidden?"

Wang Jing didn't seem to blame the two kneeling on the ground for not doing things well, but more like talking to himself, and then added a sentence that made the other party like Feng Lunyin: "Please get up." No matter how you say it, getting Panlong tendon is not without gain. ”