Chapter 810, marching into Chang'an

At this moment, whether it was Shi Yunyang or Ran Tianluo, they were already at the end of their crossbows, and they were no longer able to fight with him. Although he was powerless to resist, he did not retreat, because there was no way back at this time, and there was no difference between retreating and not retreating. Shi Yunyang had no choice but to clench the Yuanli long sword in his hand tightly, watching the demonic beast walk towards him step by step.

"Cloudlift"

Ran Tianluo had already seen the weakness in his body. At this time, she probably had no strength to fight again, and she felt sad in her heart.

Could it be that they are going to die here today?

Just as he was thinking of this, four different long swords suddenly flew in the sky, one green, one white, one red, and one purple. The four swords came in the air, quickly swirling around the demonic beast, and a dazzling multicolored light spread out in the sky, and the spiritual power was overflowing. Suddenly, the four swords pierced through Changhong, stabbing at the central demonic beast in unison, the demonic beast's body flashed, but it still did not succeed in dodging, its right ear was scratched by the white sword, and its left cheek was cut by the red sword.

The demonic beast was unstable, and suddenly fell to the ground again.

When everyone saw this, they were puzzled, wondering where these four swords came from. However, the head of Tianqian's face was excited, and he said respectfully: "I didn't expect these four old-timers to be out of the customs." There is salvation. ”

"The demons are evil, and they don't bow down to death!"

The sonorous voice of a middle-aged man sounded in the sky, and I saw four swords flying back upside down, four rays of light flashed in the sky, and the long swords each rushed into a ray of light. A moment later, four Immortal Wind Dao Bone people appeared in the air at the same time.

Among the four were three men and one woman, all of whom had white hair, and the man who wielded the green sword had a kind face and a smile, and at this time he looked at the horizon and sighed softly. The old man holding the purple sword was thin, with starry eyebrows and sword eyes, a handsome expression, a strong spirit, and his body was full of awe-inspiring sword intent. The old man with the white sword was dressed in white. There was no second color from head to toe, and the man's face was grim, cold as ice. It makes people feel that this white color is like winter ice and snow. The last person was a woman, whose hair was as white as frost, but her face was like that of a sixteen-year-old girl, with ice muscles and jade bones, and her appearance was as beautiful as snow. A rosé dance skirt with luo shoulders added a touch of beauty to it.

The four of them stood side by side in the void, bursts of powerful and incomparable energy spread out, making everyone in the city sigh for a while.

The fallen demonic beast stood up again, only to see that there were four more masters here, looking at the power emanating from their bodies, it would definitely not be a little bit better than Shi Yunyang, and he couldn't help but be very surprised for a while, but he showed a strong helplessness.

"I'll just keep your cheap life for the time being, so that you can breathe for a while. The female demon snorted coldly, and suddenly, the demonic beast turned around and rushed towards the sky, the speed was fast, and suddenly, a burst of lightning struck, the light was dazzling, and in a moment, the huge body of the demonic beast was hidden in this thunder, and it could no longer be seen.

The demons in the city were almost strangled at this time, and the battle here was already a complete victory, and the people in the city really carnivaled at this time, some had to cry, some laughed, some had to hug each other and cry, and some threw their armor. For a moment, the sound of joy shook the sky.

Shi Yunyang finally breathed a sigh of relief, his feet softened, and his figure fell vertically from the air again. Ran Tianluo and the head of Tianqian were both shocked, and suddenly, they saw the long sleeves on the white-haired woman in the air stretched out for several feet, and immediately swept Shi Yunyang in it, and with him, the four of them soon landed on the city wall.

The head of Tianqian walked up quickly, his sword robe was raised, and his figure reported to the ground.

"Master!"

The disciples of Xuanpu Hall were shocked when they saw this, and when they saw the head kneeling on the ground, for a while, all the disciples of Xuanpu Hall knelt down.

"Tianqian, a disciple of Xuanpu Hall, has seen Xuantian Master Ancestor. ”

When the disciples heard this, they were even more embarrassed. I saw the old man holding the green sword slowly stepped forward, lifted his figure, smiled, and said, "Your name is Tianqian, how many generations are the heads of Xuanpu Hall?"

The head of Tianqian replied respectfully: "The disciple is the forty-ninth generation of the head. When the old man heard this, he said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the Xuanpu Hall has changed its head for five terms, and time flies so fast." ”

The head of Tianqian said: "Master Ancestor, since the retreat of Master Ancestor, it was Master Jiuyun Master who took over as the ninety-sixth generation of the head of the sect. After that, it was taken by his uncle Qiu Longzi, and it was for the ninety-seventh generation. Later, the uncle traveled all over the world, and passed the position of head to Senior Brother Qingxuan, two years ago, Senior Brother Qingxuan fought with the demons near the Zouma River, unfortunately died, and when he was dying, he gave his disciple the position of head of the family. ”

Xuan Tianzhen nodded, and suddenly bowed to the head of Tianqian. The head of the house hurriedly said: "The ancestor has tormented the younger generation. How so. ”

"You are now the head of the Xuanpu Hall, and I, Xuantian, am also a member of the Xuanpu Hall, so it is naturally not inappropriate to bow to the master. ”

The head of Tianqian didn't dare to raise his head, and Xuan Tianzhen smiled: "The old man is already more than four hundred years old, and he has seen too many human customs, and it is not very interesting. Don't be too inhibited. ”

The head of Tianqian said yes, and then slowly raised his head. Everyone was amazed, this Xuantian Zhenren turned out to be the ancestor of the master, and he was still alive, presumably no longer a human body, but had cultivated into the body of an immortal. The white-haired woman spread her sleeves, like an unfolded peach blossom, and Shi Yunyang's figure slowly floated to Ran Tianluo's side. Ran Tianluo hugged her tightly, bowed her chin, and said, "Thank you seniors for saving your life." ”

The white-haired woman smiled and said, "Kid, you are doing a good job, but it is our four old fellows who are late and have made you suffer." The soft voice seemed to come from the clear waves, faintly echoing, and bursts of ethereal feelings hit my heart.

The man holding the purple sword asked, "Is there a disciple of Tianyong City here?"

The head of Tianqian looked at these masters, and Xuan Tianzhen pointed to the old man holding the purple sword, and said: "This is the forty-first head of Tianyun City, known as the flying sword chasing shadow, this white-clothed master is the forty-eighth palace master of Kunlun Palace, Taixuzi. He turned around and introduced the white-haired woman again, saying, "This is the thirty-ninth generation pavilion master of Langfeng Pavilion, Shui Yingrong Shui Pavilion Master. Don't look at her weakness, if you talk about the changeable swordsmanship, it will be difficult for the three of us to reach it. ”

Shui Yingrong smiled coquettishly and said, "Xuan Tianzhen is really joking. This is true, but someone must believe it. ”

The head of Tianqian met with the other three ancestors one by one. The disciples of Tianyun City heard the introduction of Xuantian Zhenren, and more than 100 disciples knelt in front of Guang Lian Zhenren.

Seeing that there were so few people, and there were almost no disciples here who could answer, Guang Lin Zhenren couldn't help but feel a little strange. The head of Tianqian stepped forward and said: "Guang Lian senior, this time Tianyong City did not send heavy troops here, only a few outstanding disciples of Tianyong City came here, and most of Tianyong City will go to Chang'an together with Langfeng Pavilion and Kunlun Palace. Even in Xuanpu Hall, only two halls, Qiantang and Kuntang, came here with me, and the rest of the juniors and disciples have already gone to Chang'an to protect the imperial capital. ”

The casualties of the disciples of Tianyun City were not simple, and at this time, almost all of the more than 400 disciples who were still alive were suffering injuries from different stages. Seeing that most of these disciples were seriously injured and could hardly speak, Guang Lin Zhenren turned his head and said, "Aunt Shui, you can treat them." ”

Shui Yingrong stroked the silver thread in his ear, and said with his lips: "I have practiced all the methods of killing people in the past few hundred years, but I have not practiced any techniques to save people. How do you think that I will save people. ”

Guang Lin Zhenren: "Your Green Capsule Array was already famous all over the world long before you retreated, so you won't forget this stunt after hundreds of years of non-use." ”

Shui Yingrong smiled: "That's completely possible." ”

Hearing this, Ran Tianluo helped Shi Yunyang to lie down gently, he was already unconscious at this time, and Ran Tianluo was healing him with what little strength he had. At this time, he heard the Langfeng Pavilion Master speak, so he stood up, saluted, and said, "If the seniors don't give up, let the little girl come to treat everyone." ”

Shui Yingrong smiled faintly, stroked her cheek, and said, "I'll laugh with him, child, you are still weak, take care of your injuries." You have whom you want to heal. Although Shui Yingrong's appearance seems to be similar to her, she is really a four-hundred-year-old wise man. Therefore, it is always the posture of an elder. Ran Tingluo only felt that she was very gentle, like a loving mother. She nodded, and sat back down next to Shi Yunyang.

Shui Yingrong said helplessly: "I wanted to make a joke, but the little girl is kind-hearted, but I have nothing to say, I can save it." I saw that his fingertips moved slightly, and bursts of spiritual power gushed out, and the spiritual power on his fingertips actually extended gently like vines, and the thin flower stems on it slowly budded, blooming like orchids. This piece of spiritual power spread out in the low sky, gently covering more than four hundred disciples of Tianyun City, and a fragrant fragrance spread.

Ran Tianluo glanced at it in surprise, Shui Yingrong was actually using medicine, and it was also some extremely valuable elixir. It's just that she used a very special method to absorb it with the special physical operation of the human body, so as to achieve the therapeutic effect. For a medical saint like Ran Tianluo, this method was actually not difficult, but she had never thought of it, and when she saw it today, she benefited a lot.

The city of Khotan had slowly quieted down at this time, and the last remnants of red were cast in the distant sky, and night had really come.

At this time, torches were lit everywhere in the city, and the rest of the people were already starting to clean up the battlefield, and the battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood. It's disgusting. Torches lit up the land, and most of the casualties of the battle were at the South and West Gates, where three vigorous crematoriums had been erected in each direction. Stacks of corpses were loaded on mule carts and transported to the crematoriums.

There was still a trace of iron-blooded redness left in the sky, and the red on the earth had been deeply solidified and turned into dark blue. Out of nowhere, there were a few geese chirping, and the voice was as desolate as a complaint. The whole city was as silent as death, and the sound of people and horses moving was clearly heard, but the cries of women wafting out of nowhere, and the howls of the wounded, made people's hearts tremble completely.

In the middle of the night, with the help of the immortal cultivators of various sects, the battlefield was cleaned quickly, and the bodies of some of the disciples who could still be identified were also sent to the sect by various sects for burial. The king and queen of Khotan have not appeared, and must have fled long ago, and are no longer here.

The restoration of the battlefield after cleaning is a complicated project, and the people in the city can no longer wait. It happened that Shi Yunyang had woken up and summoned the generals to check the state of the Eight Pole Boat. Under the joint discussion of the sects and masters who still had combat power here, it was decided to set off from Khotan with the eight-pole boat fleet and set off for Chang'an.