Outside the city of Luoyang.

Outside the south gate, the yellow sand was flying in the sky, and they were all raised, covering up the bloody atmosphere outside this bronze door.

And in the yellow sand, a middle-aged figure slowly appeared.

Stumbling and crumbling.

He was holding a rusty three-foot sword, the blade of which had been destroyed, and there was not a trace of sword intent flowing on the blade.

A ruined sword.

Then the yellow sand shook violently.

The middle-aged man snorted in extreme pain, blood spilled from his mouth and nose, his long hair trembled with the yellow sand, and a mist of blood oozed from the yellow sand around him.

Then he slammed his knees on the ground.

The green shirt fell to the ground, and the hands in the sleeves drooped weakly, leaving only the ten fingers of each hand to grasp a wisp of the corner of the shirt, and barely raised his chin against the hilt of the sword.

Only supported the strength of the whole body with a three-foot sword, barely falling.

The sound of trampling on the yellow sand from far to near came from Zong Heng's ears, and his vision was blurred.

I could only see countless Yin red gushing out of my mouth and nose, flowing down the Xuanhuang, dyeing the yellow sand red.

Then the world went dark.

In front of him, a long figure appeared.

The second prince of Qi Liang, dressed in coarse linen clothes, slowly walked in front of him,

Xiao Buyi, who was holding the Cangsheng Seal in his hand, looked down at the number one kendo master of the Northern Wei Dynasty who was bleeding from the seven orifices and still had not fallen.

This person cultivated with nine grades, and without using the sword domain, he forcibly resisted his three supreme level domain intentions.

The phantom of the purple and gold boy riding a green lion on Xiao Buyi's head slowly disappeared, and finally dissipated with the yellow sand between heaven and earth.

The great wisdom of the domain also slowly faded.

As a result, the sixteen soft light clusters circulating in the sky above the Cangsheng Seal were only thirteen regiments left at this moment.

Xiao Buyi used the three strongest level domain intents.

"You're strong. But not as strong as I thought it would be. ”

Xiao Buyi smiled and said softly: "These domain intentions are incompatible with each other, you can only take turns to fight, I thought that you were about to take that step, you may be regarded as half a grandmaster, no matter how bad you are, you can be called an existence comparable to the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants with swordsmanship alone." ”

"I thought at first...... It will take at least five supreme level domain intent to drag you down. The second prince of Qi Liang pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "What, can't you bear it now?"

Zong Heng coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his vision was a little dazed.

Xiao Buyi, who was almost complete in the first step to the north, looked calm and took a step forward.

After this step, there is no more Xuanhuang Sword of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the world.

Without this kendo master blocking the way, Xiao Buyi could break through this bronze door and enter Luoyang.

Then he used the Cangsheng Seal to kill this first city in the north that had competed with Qi Liang for 16 years and was destined to compete one day.

In an instant, there was a murderous aura in the air!

There is no trace of momentum!

The Northern Wei kendo master in a green shirt stained with blood raised his head suddenly, his eyes were as hot as the sun, and his soft and weak hands suddenly raised!

The sleeves are thrown away, like the collapse of Mount Tai, and the ears of the twin peaks are filled in an instant.

Take advantage of the moment when this young man from Qiliang took it lightly, and turned defeat into victory!

Between the Spirits -

Xiao Buyi, whose face did not change when Taishan collapsed in front of him, just spit out a word softly.

"Broken. ”

A broken word.

It's a break of the momentum.

It's also a break.

It is also a break of the meaning of the domain.

Break Tarzan.

The Taishan Sword Domain of the Xuanhuang Sword of the Northern Wei Dynasty was still smashed out at the last moment, but in front of Xiao Buyi, it was just a breath away, and it was forcibly stopped by Qi Liang's immortal weapon Cangsheng Xi and broken into two halves.

Then use it for yourself.

Xiao Buyi flipped his palm, and Taishan lid pressed down.

Poof.

The body of the number one kendo master of the Northern Wei Dynasty was hit by Mount Tai, and he sank suddenly, smashing heavily on the hilt of the Xuanhuang sword.

Flesh crosses the sound.

Zong Heng's two arms really fell, smashing on the hot yellow sand.

The two green sleeves slowly settled.

The throat was scarlet.

......

Xiao Buyi looked at the corpse one step away from him expressionlessly.

Zong faced the yellow sand horizontally, and was stabbed through the back of the head by the hilt of a Xuanhuang sword.

The number one kendo master in the Northern Wei Dynasty who had been alone in the world for sixteen years finally died under his own sword.

Own Tarzan Sword Domain.

His own Xuanhuang famous sword.

The rusty yellow hilt stabbed into his throat in response, and then slashed out diagonally through the back of his skull.

Wear it to the end.

Xiao Buyi, who was holding the seal in his hand, took a deep breath.

"Please go to the ...... of death"

The second prince suddenly smiled.

I found that the picture in front of me was much smoother than I had expected.

The next step is to enter the Luoyang massacre and kill in front of the Wei Emperor.

"Please Cao Zhixuan to die......"

Xiao Buyi grinned, stretched out a hand and rubbed his slightly tired eyebrows.

He walked slowly to the huge bronze door.

Stand still.

Slowly look at it for a moment, maybe thinking about something.

He finally raised his hand.

At this moment, Xiao Buyi is only one foot away from Luoyang, the thousand-year-old ancient capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty in front of him.

Then his fingers paused slightly in the air.

......

......

The wind and sand south of Luoyang have always been a bit big.

Taking the area of Tianluo City in the south of the Northern Wei Dynasty as an example, the entire yellow sand desert named "Longmen", with thousands of miles of wandering and wandering, is the most headache for the people in the rivers and lakes.

The terrain is undulating, like a dragon's spine hidden deep underground, and the surrounding environment in this area is extremely harsh, and there are often people in the rivers and lakes who lose their way, die of thirst and starvation and turn into dry bones, and they will not be cared for for the rest of their lives.

And under the scorching July sun.

There is a young monk walking barefoot in the desert south of Luoyang.

His eyebrows were clear, his hands were folded, and he had a sincere and sincere smile on his face.

The green shirt on his body is still old, stained with a little yellow sand, but it can't cover the Buddha nature of this green shirt that has followed him for a long time.

The green shirt is accompanied by the ancient Buddha, and the yellow sand of the desert is majestic under your feet.

And this green shirt dragged on the desert, not boring at all.

The man walked straight, leaving a trail of footprints in the quicksand.

He was already extremely close to Luoyang.

Close enough to faintly see the highest sword pavilion in the ancient capital of the Northern Dynasties.

Close enough to see the whole Luoyang in the yellow sand.

Close enough to smell the strong smell of blood from this distance.

The young man with clear eyebrows finally stopped and muttered, "It's here." ”

He has a nice smell of pear blossoms on him.

The little monk of bluestone stopped.

Suddenly, the sky behind him was like a god descending, the wind was blowing, and a field of extremely white clouds poured in from the sky.

There are countless pear blossoms flying in the sky for several miles, mixed with the smell of water and dew, and the glass is not stained, and they are swarming.

The vastness is magnificent.

Luoyang in the Northern Wei Dynasty produces purple bamboo, and pear blossoms come out of Yangguan Valley in Qiliangyang.

The only person in the world who can make most of the pear blossoms follow sincerely is the newly born young living Buddha of the Great Banyan Temple.

......

In June, the Northern Wei Dynasty Sword Cocktail Party.

Qi Liang produced a young man who successfully climbed to the top of the pagoda set up by Master Qinglian, the great master of Buddhism during the Shifu period.

Then smash the twilight bell and morning drum with a bang.

Great perseverance and courage.

The reincarnation of a living Buddha.

The abbot of the Great Banyan Temple, who is the only remaining fruit of Buddhism in the world, was moved to grab the ground with his head on that day, wept bitterly, held the stone tablet of the previous abbots and cried so much, and burned three hundred dragon incense sticks in front of the temple tablet in one breath.

The Great Banyan Temple snowed in June, the snow was majestic, this young living Buddha was in the top of the tower three feet to the great magic snow covered with pure, fairy means, burning the scriptures in the tower.

Go to Chen Tuixin.

Then this living Buddha, who is said to be extremely young, kowtowed three times in front of the monument of his nameless master, gave birth to a three-foot glazed green lotus, and produced an innocent Buddha bone relic.

He finally went north, and the pear blossoms followed thousands of miles all the way, mighty and mighty, and dissipated on the Qi River.

The world no longer knows the trace of this living Buddha.

And at this moment, he was standing on the southern desert of Luoyang, and the pear blossoms that were originally silent on the surface of the Qijiang River were caught by the heavenly immortals, like a big river, pouring from the southern zenith.

Majestic.

Qingshi took a deep breath, stepped on the hot yellow sand barefoot, his face was calm, his hands were folded and disassembled, one hand stood in front of his chest, and the other hand was raised out of thin air.

As if to shoot out, it landed on a person's shoulder.

He stepped out.

Tens of millions of yellow sand circulating.

The hand that had been raised out of thin air fell gently.

It really landed on the man's shoulder.

......

......

Xiao Buyi's movements paused slightly.

Because there is a hand behind him, gently patting on his shoulder.

The man's movements were gentle.

Because it's soft, it's terrifying.

When did such a person approach him?

Why didn't you notice it in the slightest?

The second prince of Qi Liang was already oozing cold sweat from his eyebrows, and his hairs exploded, but he heard an extremely flat voice behind him.

"Don't be afraid. ”

The voice was extremely soft, extremely clean.

It's just like a spring breeze and melts away all the hatred.

Be completely convinced.

Xiao Buyi slowly turned his head and looked at the scene in front of him in a trance.

It turned out that sentence was not said to myself at all.

The little bluestone monk in a simple green shirt withdrew the hand that was patted on the shoulder of the second prince of Qi Liang, and the five fingers of the hand standing on his chest in a mercy shape were slightly loose.

The thirteen clusters of soft light in the Cangsheng Seal were held in his hand by him at some point, but with a slight rubbing, they were obedient like a well-behaved cat, rolling back and forth in his palm without frying hair, and even exuded an extremely soft and pleasant light.

"Good boy. The little monk of Qingshi grinned, lowered his head and said softly: "Oh, go back, don't kill people in the future." ”

The Thirteen Regiments of Light were in his hands and refused to leave.

In the end, they were extremely obedient and lined up in turn, and reluctantly returned to the Cangsheng Seal.

Xiao Buyi looked at this young monk who met for the first time with some confusion.

The little monk Qingshi smiled and said, "Why don't you listen to me?"

His fingers to knock on the south gate of Luoyang paused slightly.

"To raise your hand is to kill, and to let go is to cross people. ”

The little monk Qingshi said softly: "Let it go." ”

In a word.

The pear blossoms of Yangguan Valley flock to the head of Luoyang City.

Then it pours down.

The pear blossoms are flying in the capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Every inch of land, every man's head.

This is a spectacular picture that Luoyang has never had in thousands of years.