The vast land of Shenzhou is full of desolation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since tens of millions of years ago, there have been heavenly beings who have opened the heavens and the earth, and divided this world into two worlds, and under the sky, it has been divided into four domains by later generations, and Kyushu has been divided.

The Northern Xuan Domain, which is one of these four domains, spans 300,000 miles, although it is vast and broad, it is not as vast as the land. Beixuan is not as beautiful as the mountains and rivers of Dongxuan, rich in materials, and the entire Beixuan is sitting on three states in Kyushu, with thousands of miles of yellow sand and bad soil, and thousands of miles of steep wasteland.

Compared with the immortals of Dongxuan, hundreds of schools of thought contend, the whole Beixuan world is very different from it, the three states of Beixuan, are all composed of three first-class immortal sects, standing in the heaven and earth, inherited for thousands of years without decay.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast desert, except for the broken trees and dead branches, there is no life.

There was a strong wind whistling from the sky, stirring up dust and dust, flying sand and gravel, bringing up a gust of yellow sand, covering the sky.

In the yellow sand, a figure is walking forward, the person is dressed in a white robe, looking away, it can be identified as an old man of about 50 years old, with a childish face, a lock of long beard under his chin, and a pot of wine in his hand.

The old man walked in, seemingly slowly, but in fact, in a moment, he traveled a distance of a hundred zhang, such a magical power, it is the magic in the immortal law.

Although the Divine Movement Technique is only a spell practiced by the monk at the beginning stage, when it falls on the old man, it shows great magical powers, and it can really be said to shrink the ground into inches, a thousand miles a day.

The old man has walked for about a stick of incense in this barren desert, and he has walked hundreds of miles, and in his eyes, a city is reflected.

The city stands in the middle of the great wilderness, it can be described as a magnificent wonder, the land of a hundred miles of vertical and horizontal, the city wall is towering, it can be seen that the armor stands at the head of the city, all look at it, there are as many as a thousand people, it can be described as a magnificent scene.

"It seems to have arrived. Mo Tianxiang raised his eyes and looked into the distance, saw this magnificent ancient city, raised the wine jug in his hand, raised his head and poured a sip of spirits, and muttered.

Looking at the top of the eye, above the city gate, you can see a huge plaque, with three big characters of "Dragon Kiln City" written on it, and the ravines on the plaque are vertical and horizontal, revealing a vicissitudes of life.

This is one of the three major towns of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Longyao City, with 100,000 soldiers in the city, guarding the territory of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, standing for thousands of years.

Three hundred years ago, the lord of this city was a powerful general of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, with more than 100,000 male armored cavalry, boasting that the Northern Zhou Dynasty was the best soldier in the world, so he wanted to stop a sword immortal from Dongxuan, who expected that the sword fairy only used a sword, and took down the head of the leading general.

When the 100,000 soldiers saw the ruthless method of taking people's heads with flying swords, they didn't dare to fight with him.

The descendants of the Northern Zhou Dynasty did not know who the sword immortal's surname was, but they only knew that the sword fairy came from the East Xuanshu Road, dressed in green clothes, and after taking off the head of the dragon kiln general, he took off the sword and shook the sky.

It is also since the Dongxuan Immortal crossed the Dragon Kiln with a sword, the defenders of the Dragon Kiln City are no longer the generals of the Northern Zhou Kingdom, but the Kyushu Immortal League sent monks to guard this place, in order to prevent foreign monks from entering the Northern Xuan without permission and setting off the bloody storm three hundred years ago.

This has been going on for 300 years, and it has not changed.

It's just that three hundred years later, this strange talk has become a matter of gossip among the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty after tea, and no one believes that Dongxuan Sword Immortal is true.

"Three hundred years ago, Uncle Zhao walked here?" Mo Tianxiang carried the wine jug, muttered to himself leisurely, and walked towards the gate of the city.

Three hundred years ago, Zhao Yi, the sword immortal of Shuyun, sought Beixuan, this dragon kiln city, was the first city he walked to, but Zhao Yi asked Beixuan back then, in order to seek the art of resurrection and resurrection, in order to stay here more, only with a sword, to deter the 100,000 male soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and then the sword went north.

Mo Tianxiang stepped into Beixuan on this trip, just to take a walk on the road that the real person in charge of the family had walked back then. On the day of the Shuyun Conference, Mo Tianxiang Guanshan has achieved great success, and he has already stepped into the realm of Tiandan with half a foot.

Dragon Kiln City, the city gate is wide open.

It can only be seen that a team of iron horsemen rushed out of the city, and the two horsemen walked side by side, stretching into a black line, and the end of it could not be seen as far as the eye could see.

Three thousand iron horsemen rushed to attack, the momentum was immense, the leader, riding a black tiger under the crotch, the black tiger was two people tall, strong and incomparable, the beast eyes were scarlet, obviously a not weak demon beast.

Riding on top of the black tiger was a middle-aged man who seemed to be about forty years old, dressed in white and white armor, holding a red tasseled silver spear, with a proud expression.

The middle-aged man in white clothes and white armor turned over and landed, holding the spear in his hand upside down, and one arrow step was a hundred zhang distance, walking to a hundred steps away from Mo Tianxiang, and threatened: "I don't know what Immortal Master Mo is doing when he comes to my Dragon Kiln City?"

Mo Tianxiang said calmly: "To find someone." ”

When the middle-aged man in white clothes and white armor heard this, he frowned: "Who is the immortal master looking for, this person can be in my Dragon Kiln City?"

Mo Tianxiang smiled: "The little nephew surnamed Xu, why should you be so wary of the old man?"

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "Forgive Xu Xiaozi for saying bluntly, the family teacher has an order, and Dongxuan monks are not allowed to enter the city. ”

Three hundred years ago, Tiandan Sword Immortal Zhao Yi went to Beixuan, almost killed the entire Beixuan rivers and lakes, although the incident has passed three hundred years, the secular mortals of Beixuan may just treat it as a tea-after-tea joke, but the monks who have survived several Jiazi are keeping this matter in mind, how dare they regard it as a joke?

Now this Mo Tianxiang, although his cultivation is far inferior to Zhao Jianxian, who was invincible to Tiandan with one person and one sword, but after all, he is the head of a first-class sect like Shuyun, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Mo Tianxiang's trip to the north of Shu is not a secret in the entire cultivation world, Xu Yanqiu's trip out of the city is on the order of the master to keep this person out of Longyao City, if not, let this person enter the city, it is inevitable to leave some words in the Kyushu Immortal League.

Mo Tianxiang was also worried about these words, so he said: "Uncle Zhao's incident has been more than three hundred years ago, what does it have to do with future generations?

Xu Yanqiu, who was wearing white armor, frowned, beads of sweat were rolling down his cheeks, stepped forward, and said with a fist hugging in a respectful voice: "I also hope that Immortal Master Mo will not embarrass the juniors, so stop here, so as not to follow in the footsteps of Zhao's seniors!"

Mo Tianxiang shook the wine jug in his hand, lowered his head and smiled: "If the old man insists on entering the city, can he really stop the old man with these three thousand iron horses?"

As he spoke, an invisible coercion suddenly spread across this wasteland, and the three thousand iron horsemen behind Xu Yanqiu were all a little overwhelmed by this momentum, and before the war started, they were already in chaos.

Xu Yanqiu glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, his expression was solemn, and the hand holding the spear was even harder, so that he could hold back a fear that spread from the bottom of his heart.

Xu Yanqiu's face was bitter, and he said: "The younger generation has a life, if the senior insists on entering the city, even if Xu Xiaozi fights for this life and the three thousand iron horsemen behind him, he will not hesitate!"

When Mo Tianxiang heard this, his eyebrows stretched, and he laughed and exclaimed: "Yan Qiu's little nephew is extraordinary, his heart is excellent, and over time, he will become a great weapon, but with your pure yuan cultivation alone, I am afraid it will be difficult to defeat the old man's one and a half moves, the old man has always cherished talents, and he went to Beixuan on this trip, and he did not plan to destroy a good seedling with his own hands......"

Saying that, Mo Tianxiang raised his head and poured a sip of spirits, and drank all the wine in the pot, Mo Tianxiang had a solemn expression on his face, and said: "Exit thirty miles, if you want to block the old man's way again, the old man doesn't mind using Uncle Zhao's means of opening Shu with a sword!"

Speechless, the atmosphere drew swords and opened crossbows.

Mo Tianxiang looked calm, holding a wine jug, and with those turbid eyes, he glanced at the mighty three thousand iron horsemen in front of him.

This disparity in number made Xu Yanqiu afraid, his face was solemn, his clothes were already soaked with sweat, and a hundred feet behind him, the scarlet eyes of the huge black tiger squinted slightly, staring at the white-robed old man who came all the way, and couldn't help but take a step back.

The disparity in strength here, even if this demon beast has not yet opened its spiritual aperture, is extremely clear.

The time of half a pillar of incense passed quietly, and Mo Tianxiang no longer waited, and took a step, which was to step towards Xu Yanqiu and the three thousand iron horses.

Seeing the old man coming, Xu Yanqiu's brows were even tighter, and the black tiger behind him also took a step, and in a blink of an eye, he walked to Xu Yanqiu's side, and a tiger seemed to be trying to stop this half-step Tiandan immortal figure!

Mo Tianxiang seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact, in a moment, he had already traveled dozens of feet.

The distance between the two sides is only fifty zhang!

Seeing this, the scarlet beast's eyes were full of killing intent, and let out a low roar, taking dozens of steps,

A moment later, the black tiger was in a violent state, fearless of life and death, and wanted to preemptively tear this guy under its fangs and bloody mouth.

"What a brave tiger!"

Mo Tianxiang saw that the black tiger was coming, his expression suddenly froze, and then his sleeve robe waved violently, and a strong wind was born out of thin air, and a monstrous spiritual pressure was born, and the strong wind rolled up the yellow sand in the sky and shot towards the black tiger.

As a monk's mount, this black tiger is almost at the Xuanyang realm, even if it is brave and fearless, the gap between it and Mo Tianxiang, who is a half-step Tiandan, is like an insurmountable chasm.

Xuanyang Demon Beast, where can it withstand the immortal of the first-grade Tiandan with a wave of his sleeves, Mo Tianxiang just raised his hand, and knocked this brave black tiger dozens of feet away, and when it landed, the black tiger was already covered in blood, and there was no strength to fight.

Xu Yanqiu saw that the black tiger was defeated, his face was solemn, his palm suddenly exerted force, the seven-foot silver spear in his hand was lifelike and dazzling, Xu Yanqiu raised the spear in his hand, pointed directly at Mo Tianxiang, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Dragon Kiln Iron Horse!"

"Fight to the death!"

The words had just settled, and the three thousand iron horsemen behind Xu Yanqiu were slammed, and the momentum was mighty!

Mo Tianxiang didn't pay attention to the three thousand earth-shattering iron horses, his face was calm, he looked up into the distance, and a figure was reflected in his deep pupils.

Following Mo Tianxiang's gaze, above the tall head of Dragon Kiln City, a figure suddenly appeared, with a sword on his waist, dressed gorgeously and luxuriously, the figure stood with his hands in his hands, and a purple and gold brocade robe hunted in the wind, like an immortal.

"You old man, why do you want to hurt people!"

The man opened his lips and groaned, and then stepped lightly on the soles of his feet, his body moved quietly, coming against the wind, his clothes fluttering, like an immortal, and in a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the three thousand iron horsemen who wanted to defend and attack, and looked at Mo Tianxiang with a pair of angry eyes.

When Mo Tianxiang saw that person appear in front of the two armies, he just smiled indifferently and said, "Old friend Yunlong, don't come unharmed." ”