"I am the thirteenth of the Shushan Sword Immortal Goose!"

As soon as these words fell, the eleven divine swords around him were like an edict, and a clear sword sound erupted from the sword body one after another, and then turned into a streamer, wrapped in a sword intent like a sea surging in the sky, and roared away in the direction of Tuoba Yuanwu and the others. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The spiritual pressure wrapped in the sword body was as majestic as the sea, even Tuoba Yuanwu and the others, who were star-dead, had their faces changed drastically when they felt that power again, and they had to open their worlds to resist this spiritual pressure with all their might.

Rumble!

I heard a loud explosion open, and the dust rose from the sky, shrouding the sand field outside Jiahan County.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Thirteen, that is, Yan Guiqiu, lowered his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Ning and the others who were still stunned, and said coldly: "Don't leave yet!"

Only then did Zhao Ning and the others come back to their senses, and hurriedly summoned people to retreat into Jiahan County.

And the soldiers on the city wall looked at Yan Guiqiu's heroic posture like a divine soldier descending from the sky, and their morale was greatly boosted for a while, just like a drowning person suddenly saw a floating reef where he could get out, and he gave birth to a lot of strength out of thin air, and he resisted this wave of dragon falcon killing.

And with the appearance of the wild goose returning to autumn, the city of Jiahan County also poured into thousands of swordsmen at that time.

They are the disciples brought by Yan Guiqiu from Shushan, they are proficient in swordsmanship, and the art of the sword is even more proficient.

For a while, the sword intent on the city wall surged, and hundreds of dragon falcons were killed by this new force, and they were cut off from the dome and died in the swords and halberds.

The momentum of the Shu army became more and more high at that time, and it seemed that it finally had the vitality to turn the corner into safety.

But the swordsman who was protecting Lu Ruyue frowned at that time.

I saw him slash down a dragon falcon that attacked him with a sword, and the dragon falcon screamed, and its head fell off from its neck with an extremely flat incision.

But the swordsman, or the young head of Shushan, Wu Qi didn't look at the dragon falcon, but looked at the old man in the sky.

The reason why Yan Guiqiu is called Yan Thirteen by the world is because in the battle with Xiahou Haoyu, he only relied on the power of one person in the sword mound to raise the thirteen divine swords of the past sages of Shu Mountain, and fought with Xiahou Haoyu for several days, and the name of Yan Thirteen came from this.

Each of the thirteen divine swords of Shushan contains the great power of the sages of Shushan, and it can even be said that as long as the imperial envoy has enough strength, the power that each sword can exert is like the reincarnation of the Shushan sword immortal back then.

And Yan Guiqiu can envoy the thirteen divine swords, which is equivalent to his own strength, and can exert the power of the thirteen Shushan sword masters in the past dynasties.

But this is also not an easy task, at least from ancient times to the present, among the countless heads of Shushan, only Yan Guiqiu can do this.

But at the same time, Wu Qi, who is a disciple of Yan Guiqiu, understands better that his master can do this by relying on the majestic sword intent blessing in the sword mound back then, and even so, after that battle, Yan Guiqiu also recuperated for decades before recovering.

Now among the thirteen divine swords, three thousand Futu have entered the hands of Su Changan, and Changliu has been taken away by Wu Qi, and only eleven of the thirteen divine swords remain.

The wild goose returned to the autumn to make it powerful, and the power was still huge.

But without the blessing of the sword intent of the sword shrine, this also caused an extremely terrifying load on his body.

And Wu Qi's worries came from this.

But in today's situation, if the wild goose returns to autumn and does not sacrifice such a murderous aura, I am afraid that Jiahan County will only have the fate of destruction, there is a way to die and the teeth are cold, if Xishu enters the hands of the barbarian army, how can Shushan be spared?

Wu Qi understood this truth very well, so his worries could only linger in his heart but could not be spoken.

The battle continues.

Yan Guiqiu was like a god, standing high in the void, surrounded by sword shadows, and the stars flashed above his head, shining his cold face.

Wherever his sword pointed, the barbarian army all retreated.

For a while, no one dared to take another half step towards Jiahan County.

Tuoba Yuanwu looked at the barbarians around him who were gradually retreating, and his heart was anxious and angry, but as said before, Yan Guiqiu at this moment was really too strong, and he was powerless to fight back.

Although he also knew that Yan Guiqiu's killing move would definitely hurt a thousand enemies and eight hundred self-inflicted damage.

But it is not a way to go on like this.

News of the Koto army has already come from the front.

For the young man named Su Changan, he felt jealous in his heart, obviously his cultivation was so unbearable, but in Xiliang he was deflated again and again, so he had to take this Jiahan County before the Jiangdong army arrived, and then he would fight with Sima Xu inside and outside, and then slaughter the entire Jiangdong army.

But now his million-strong army has been held back by an old man, how can he not be in a hurry, how can he not be angry?

His eyes rolled, as if he was weighing some gains and losses, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and shouted loudly in the direction of the camp behind him: "Please also ask the Holy Envoy to help!

This statement fell.

A dark aura suddenly rose from the direction of the barbarian army camp.

A black evil aura that soared into the sky roared out like a beast that broke through a cage, reaching the sky.

A black shadow flashed, wrapped in a black light that filled the sky, and he roared, and in an instant came to Tuoba Yuanwu's body.

"Useless stuff. He said this, his voice as cold as ice.

And Tuoba Yuanwu, who had always been arrogant, lowered his head and didn't dare to fight back under the scolding of the black figure.

Just when everyone was wondering who this person was, Zhao Ning and the others' eyes suddenly froze, and a look of fear appeared on their faces.

They shouted loudly at Yan Guiqiu above the sky: "Brother Yan be careful!"

They recognized this figure, on the battlefield of White Horse Town that day, Zuo Yucheng was injured by this black figure.

But before he could finish speaking, the black figure moved, and his speed was so fast that it was difficult for anyone to catch him.

Just a momentary situation, he came to Yan Guiqiu's body and stood opposite him.

"I can't imagine that the head of the wild goose back then is now a dying old man. He didn't rush to make a move, but looked at the old man in front of him, and finally sighed.

Yan Guiqiu was stunned, the man's speed had obviously greatly exceeded his expectations, and what surprised him even more was that the meaning revealed in the man's words seemed to be familiar with him.

He scrutinized the man in front of him, trying to retrace the images related to him.

But he only felt familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"Hehe, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, so I don't know it, but it's sad and lamentable. ”

The man said this, and suddenly his hand suddenly stretched out and shook it towards the void.

At that time, Lu Ruyue, who was beating the drum on the city wall, suddenly felt a shock to her waist, and the Long Yan sword that had been tied to her waist seemed to have sensed it, and suddenly let out a long roar, and before Lu Ruyue could react, the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath and flew into the man's hand as a streamer.

At that time, the man stroked the sword body of Long Yanjian behind him, and his expression became deep.

The color in the eyes of the wild goose returned to autumn and gradually turned into fear at that time.

"You..."

"You..."

"You are Lu Lichen!"