Knock knock!

The sound of the drums of war was beaten, and then the loud trumpets were blown, and the sounds were staggered and spread far away. When the people hiding at home heard this, they couldn't help but feel nervous in their hearts: they originally thought that the targets of the state and county were only some ocean thieves - no matter how vicious the thieves were, they could only wait to be killed in the face of thousands of soldiers, but now the fighting has been going on for a long time, and it has not subsided, could it be that the other party has the strength to resist the army?

The sound of killing is the most stirring and difficult to control.

The faces of the two Taoist priests on the roof changed, and Zhang Yuanchu looked at the armor that hit like a tide below, and sighed.

Cultivators pay attention to cultivating their minds, but in the end, they still can't avoid vulgarity - this world has long lost the opportunity to ascend to immortals. In the face of the decline of Taoism, there are always some Taoist disciples who hope to turn the tide and revive the glory of their ancestors.

Zhang Yuanchu is one of them, as a dragon and tiger descendant, walking in the world, his greatest wish is to let the sect shine, and then hold the authority of the heavenly master, calling for wind and rain, and saying one thing or another. It's just that the more I see, the more this belief is shaken.

It turns out that many things cannot be brought back after they have passed. For example, some inheritances, once severed, become forever.

The Tao is the same, and so is the martial arts.

As the cottage warriors fell one after another, the fierce battle gradually came to an end - when their formations were scattered, when Xiahou Zun broke his leg, and when the true qi in everyone's bodies was consumed to a critical point, these super martial artists became not much stronger than ordinary people.

At this point, they can no longer go on a rampage, and they have to accept the fate of destruction.

Xiahou Zun was the last to fall, and when he fell, the corpses around him were piled up, horizontal and vertical, one after another...... And he was scarred, with at least a dozen arrows stuck in him.

Mo Xuanyi, who was in command over there, bit his lips and bloodied, wiped his sweat, and let out a long sigh: It's finally over!

The pressure of this battle was even greater than that of the day's tactics against the barbarians. Because on the regular battlefield, the evaluation and comparison of the strength of the two sides are quite clear, and at present, for Xiahou Zun and others, their existence cannot be speculated by common sense, and there are too many uncertain factors.

But fortunately, there is no danger.

At the end of the fierce battle, the soldiers present stood silently as if dumbfounded, and did not move for a long time. This battle had a huge impact on them, and to some extent, it was a baptism. The so-called "iron-blooded army" is all fought hard after bloody battles again and again.

"Clean up the battlefield and count casualties!"

Mo Xuanyi shouted in a hoarse voice, he had not forgotten Chen Sanlang's special instructions, that is, whatever was found on the enemy's corpse, no matter what, it must be handed over, and no one should get involved in it. In order to do this errand well, Mo Xuanyi specially organized a team of logistics personnel and asked them to take charge of the loot. As for the rewards for casualties in the army, as well as the bereavement benefits, they were announced long ago before departure, and they were clear.

The rewards and punishments are clear, and the thickness is well-founded, which is the essence of governing the army, and it is also the source of motivation for the army to fight bravely.

At the end of the fierce battle, Chen Sanlang let Xuanwu's guards surround him and return to the Assassin's Mansion. As soon as he stepped into the gate, Chen Sanlang only felt that it was dark in front of him, and his strength seemed to be drained, and he fell forward.

Hong Tiezhu was taken aback, but fortunately, he was quick to catch it, and then hurriedly sent Chen Sanlang into the bedroom, and then hurriedly asked someone to inform Xu Jun.

Hong Tiezhu had some doubts in his heart, Gongzi has always been in good health, and he didn't participate in the battle before, so why is he now like he is prostrating, soft, and even fainting. However, when he was in the village, that flooded night, he had some insight and knew that Childe was by no means as literate as he looked, but had ability.

"Could it be that Xiahou Zun suddenly broke his leg, was it done by Gongzi?"

Thinking of this, Hong Tiezhu was startled, and his face was strange. It is always strange that the people who are so protected have mastered peerless skills. However, he is coarse and detailed, and understands the meaning, what should not be asked, what should not be said, and never too much.

......

Chen Sanlang had a dream that he was in a lobby, in a high position, with a large book in front of him.

The book is thick and square, square and square, open to see, but see the words and words, brilliance, stroke by stroke, like runes, the breath is overflowing, like rippling water.

Chen Sanlang read this book, and the words were correct and round, and he was impartial. When I read it, countless characters flew, and then condensed in front of me, sonorously, and slowly turned into a sword, which is "slaying evil".

The sword is like a finger, half a foot long, but it can be big or small, long or short, hard or soft, all kinds of changes, only in one thought, extremely well-behaved and smart. It can swallow into the chest and abdomen, and spit out the mouth and nose, this is not a sword at all, but a breath.

The breath is pure, gathered into a sword, and scattered into words.

When a word is written, the beginning is clear, and the name is seen, which is the three words of "Swordsmanship".

Chen Sanlang was overjoyed and understood that this was a breakthrough in the bottleneck of cultivation and comprehended a new realm. In the past, I learned silk books, turned over books, and learned "Battle Swordsmanship", from fighting swords to controlling swords, which is a great progress. As the name suggests, you can know the difference, and at this time, Chen Sanlang can truly understand the essence of "Haoran Silk Book".

Prior to this, Chen Sanlang inspired the small sword, which could barely be regarded as a sword, but it was a fur and was not comparable at all.

And when he entered a new realm, Chen Sanlang understood that the evil sword that he had mastered for a long time was actually a qi, which was really a bit unbelievable.

By extension, all things in heaven and earth are all qi?

Thinking about it, Chen Sanlang couldn't help but laugh dumbly: In fact, similar ideas and views have long been expounded in Taoist classics and are considered to be reasonable.

"Ah, Sister Jun'er, San Lang is laughing!"

The surprised voice sounded, it was Song Kechan.

Xu Jun was also shocked by Chen Sanlang's smile - she received a notice and immediately rushed back from her father, and happened to meet Song Kechan, and the two came to the bedroom to visit together, worried that something was wrong with Chen Sanlang. Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived, I saw the unconscious Chen Sanlang laughing.

It looks weird.

Song Kechan held her chin and asked, "Could it be that he is dreaming, what ridiculous things did he dream of?"

This statement is the most likely, it's just that there was just a fight, and it's a dream and a nightmare.

But no matter what, it is enough to prove that Chen Sanlang is not in serious trouble.

Xu Jun blinked his eyes and suddenly said, "Maybe he dreamed of a happy event." ”

"Happy event?"

Song Kechan was puzzled.

"Hehe, Sister Chan'er, didn't Uncle Song tell the old lady last time?"

Hearing this, Song Kechan suddenly lowered her cheeks and lowered her head.