Outside the Mingde Gate, the black and white are opposed, just like the black and white sons on the golden chessboard.

Although Nangong has never deliberately concealed it, few people have ever known that his weapon is chess.

The scholar outside the city asked the white-clothed boy again: "Young Master, why does Young Master Nangong need this chessboard to display the talent you gave him." ”

The white-clothed boy knocked his fan on the scholar's head, signaling him not to speak and to look intently at the battlefield.

In the city tower of Mingde Gate, Bai Liyao left the crowd silently, he had already seen Cistanche who had arrived with Nangong and walked in front of her.

Cistanche leaned against the city wall, her face flushed, and her forehead sweated in the autumn wind after the snow, looking very embarrassed.

Bai Liyao didn't speak, stretched out his palm to stick to Cistanche's back, and luck solved it for her.

The qi moved at will, slowly and softly condensed into the palm of the hand along the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and then turned into a small stream into the girl's body, not wanting Bai Liyao's qi to just poke out, he was resisted by a cold and sharp evil qi, and almost backfired.

Bai Liyao quickly withdrew his palm, raised his breath, and wanted to add another three percent of his qi and forcibly break his body, but he heard strange words from behind him: "I'll come." ”

Looking back, it was a black-robed man he had never met. The sense of crisis that has been tempered for many years on the battlefield has not detected the slightest malice from this person, and Bai Liyao is not verbose, and turns sideways.

The man in black nodded and smiled at Bai Liyao, and said for no reason: "My name is Emperor Que." ”

Bai Liyao didn't respond, just clasped his hands to his chest and looked at each other coldly.

The man was not threatening, but he did not like it.

The people of Da Zhou have a human touch, but this person doesn't seem to have it.

The black-clothed emperor was also like Bai Liyao, reaching out to stick to Cistanche's back, but he was not counterattacked, only to see Cistanche's expression gradually calm, and there was no previous painful appearance.

When Cistanche's eyebrows were stretched, the black-clothed emperor said to Bai Liyao: "General Bai, this person has an old relationship with me, so you can give it to me to take care of." ”

Bai Liyao directly refused: "No." ”

Emperor Que didn't dwell on it, and looked at the big sword standing on the side, the big sword that was originally on Cistanche's back was unloaded at some point.

At this moment, a loud noise was suddenly heard, Emperor Que and Bai Liyao did not follow the prestige, Emperor Que looked at the sword, and Bai Liyao looked at Emperor Que.

They all knew that the battle outside had begun.

Emperor Que said: "General Bai is not going to take a look?"

Bai Liyao said: "I believe in Nangong. ”

Emperor Que sighed and said, "But you don't know Fu Yu. ”

Outside the city tower, the golden light is like a red sun, illuminating the entire Chang'an.

Fu Yu held the knife in the air, and he gathered momentum for a long time before he was like a giant crossbow off the string, and it slashed down.

The pitch-black broken knife is only two feet, and it is held in Fu Yu's hand at this time, but it is like a giant blade, and the world can see that it can be divided into mountains.

But that knife, no matter how you look at it, is only an arm's length. But no one doubted that this knife slashed on the city tower and could divide Chang'an into two.

At this time, Nangong was no longer falling, holding the last white son in his hand, sitting down in place, the golden barrier had covered the entire Chang'an, and even the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs could see the golden light spreading.

Fu Yu's black knife slashed down, and finally touched the golden barrier, and the golden light swayed again under the collision of the two, tearing apart the brilliant night, just like day.

The dazzling light flashed away, and the onlookers with outstanding eyesight had already applauded loudly, cheering for the hussar generals of the Great Zhou.

"General Nangong is mighty!"

"If you offend me for being strong, you will be punished even if you are far away!"

For a while, those rangers who originally violated the ban with martial arts and ignored the law have become loyal and patriotic people at this moment, and they have the honor of their hussar generals to resist the supposedly undefeated god of war.

Nangong knew that he was suffering, he didn't know where Fu Yu would come from, so he included the entire Chang'an in the chessboard. Not only did it drain its own strength, but it also weakened the defenses of many golden barriers.

Ye Yuqingtang in the city said: "Why do the people of Jialou keep their hands?"

Shennong praised: "The wind of the general." ”

The black knife and the golden barrier were stalemate for a moment, and Nangong finally dropped the last white piece on the chessboard to finish, only to see the black on the golden chessboard dissipate one by one, and the whole game was lost. Then the golden barrier that shrouded the entire Chang'an quickly tightened and returned to the front of the Mingde Gate.

Fu Yu looked at Nangong in the air and nodded, signaling that he would exert force. Then the left hand was placed on the back of the black knife, and the shape was light, and the force exceeded 10,000 jun.

However, he saw that the golden barrier, which was already several times thicker than before, was cracked layer by layer, and the black knife was approaching inch by inch, as if it was about to break through the golden barrier that was already thicker than the city wall.

The scholar outside the city was surprised: "Can this thing be broken?"

The boy in white finally answered the scholar truthfully: "It shouldn't have been broken." But Fu Yu's black knife is invincible. ”

The scholar said anxiously: "Is Young Master Nangong going to lose?" ”

The man in white said again: "Just look at it and you'll know." ”

The scholar was dissatisfied: "It's this sentence again." ”

Nangong saw that the golden barrier that was indestructible to him was so fragile in front of the black knife, as if it was vulnerable, and there was a faint anger in his heart.

"Why! Why! Everything was given to me, the best talent was given to me, the strongest Xuanwu Golden Armor was given to me, why did I always fail! I really am a wasted person!" Anger and resentment intertwined in his heart, and as the sound of cracking came faintly from the golden light on the city, Nangong had no great war in his heart, only resentment.

Why, I have the founder of the Shushan Sword Sect to teach swordsmanship, but I can't resist a wave of rushing kills on the battlefield.

Why, I have the Xuanwu gold armor given by that man, but I can't keep the lives of the hundreds of people under my command.

Why, now, even a short knife can't be resisted!

What a piece of crap I am!

Nangong could no longer suppress the anger brought by his incompetence, and even reached out to brush away the rest of the chessboard. The shattering sound of the black knife slashing through the golden wall was like a magic sound, destroying Nangong's already weak mind.

He's only sixteen.

I have entered the Shura field, but I have not seen the world.

He was once lifted to the sky, but he fell to the bottom of the abyss again and again.

He was supposed to be the bravest cavalry on the battlefield, and the captives were wiped out in the middle of a conversation.

What has he done now?

After leaving Shushan, how many people died because of him, how many families had no reunion day because of him, and how many widows and widows were lonely and had nowhere to go.

It's all his Nangong's fault, it's all because of his conceit.

Now, he can't block Fu Yu's knife, what will happen to Chang'an behind him, what will happen to Da Zhou?

He seemed to have seen that after Chang'an was divided into two, it was burned out by fire, and the people of Chang'an were ruined with malicious accusations.

"It's all you!"

"It's all your fault!"

"It's all because of you!"

Countless familiar and unfamiliar faces swirled in his mind, at first just ordinary people, and then one by one they were rotting, disfigured or severed, and every complaint against him cried black blood.

Chang'an fire, Bai Liyao, Xiu Yan Shu, Shennong, Zhang Xufeng...... All the familiar faces were burned in the fire, lingering in Nangong's mind, and they all said:

"It's all your fault!"

"Ah......" He hugged his head and cried and howled, but suddenly saw a back, in the fire, holding a bowl of rice balls and eating secretly.

He couldn't help but shout, "Cistanche." ”

The back figure turned his head when he heard the sound, but it was a burned face, and he seemed to be still smiling, and said to him, "Do you eat rice balls?"

He couldn't take it anymore and fell to his knees, the golden light finally dissipating, and he wished that the pitch-black broken knife would cut at his head.

It's better to go back.

"Nangong!" A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his head, and in a deafening manner, he finally sobered up. That voice always reassured him.

"Concentrate. The voice came again, and Nangong suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, looking for the source of the voice.

That's his hope.

"White nights, white nights!" he cried out helplessly, just as he had woken up from the thunder on those rainy nights.

"White Night!Where are you!I'm afraid!" Nangong's face was full of tears, just like ten years ago, when he first met. He was afraid, only that man could give him courage.

"I'm there for you. The voice is so gentle, but it makes the war heroes who have experienced the battlefield seem to have found the strongest fortress: "Don't be afraid, it's just a knife." You've broken many knives in the past, and so has this one. ”

Nangong finally saw the white-clothed man standing in the crowd, smiling at him, Nangong cried and said, "I'm afraid! I can't stop him! There will be many people who will die because of me!"

The white-clothed boy said to Nangong: "No, your Xuanwu Golden Armor is the strongest shield, and no one can split it." ”

Nangong cried: "But he just split it!"

The man in white said: "He never split it, I don't believe you look up." ”

Nangong raised his head when he heard this, but saw that the golden barrier was intact, Fu Yu was still falling into the air, but the black blade was firmly blocked by the golden barrier.

Looking down at the chessboard around him, he was still black and white, and he still held a white piece in his hand.

The voice of the white-clothed boy came again: "The intention is born from the heart, only if you believe in yourself enough, the Xuanwu Golden Armor will be hard enough." Don't show the gaps and let the enemy find an opportunity. ”

Nangong didn't have time to think about it, but he saw the god of war standing in the sky, who seemed to nod to him, and then put his left hand on the back of the knife......

In the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs, Xu Chao in the yellow robe felt the changes in Chang'an, and suddenly a familiar feeling came, he suddenly hugged Lu Nisheng, kissed him fiercely, and said, "It's here." ”