In order to protect more "Li Qiuqiu", Luo Guan is leaving. Qingyang Sword Immortal has disappeared for several days, and his sword is needed to support the western battlefield.
Li Qiuqiu was very obedient. Although he was reluctant to give up, he still nodded. Before leaving, he looked at Luo Guan eagerly, "Uncle, Qiuqiu is waiting for you here. Remember to come and see me when you are done. Qiuqiu is still waiting to go to Jiangning."
"Okay, uncle promises you, I'll come back when I'm done." Luo Guan smiled, nodded to the people in the General's Mansion, turned and left.
And not long after Luo Guan left Suiyuan City, a Taoist priest came to the valley where an altar had been set up and a crack in the ghost world had been opened. This man was dressed in black clothes, with an ink-colored ice sword stuck in his bun. He looked at the destroyed altar and frowned slightly.
"Qingyang Sword Cultivator..." He murmured, and now a figure subconsciously appeared in his mind, "Luo Guan, could it be you?"
But soon, he suppressed this thought.
That day outside Tongzhou City, the young man's four swords shook the world, sacrificing his own vitality, cutting off forty years of life of the ancestor of Xueyuan, and forcing him to retreat. Such a heavy price cannot be recovered in a short time, and now news has come back from the Qingyang Imperial Capital that Luo Guan is in retreat at the Sword Pagoda in the Emperor's Back Mountain.
If it wasn't Luo Guan, where could such a powerful man with such monstrous sword power come from within the Qingyang territory? It has affected his plans.
Taoist Xuanyi was thinking, suddenly his eyes flickered, he turned over his hand and took out a piece of jade. The object automatically suspended in the air, emitted light, and outlined a picture scroll in mid-air.
At first, the vibration was blurry, like a lake surface wrinkled by the wind, but it soon stabilized, and a woman's figure emerged. She was wearing a goose-yellow dress, her eyes were like the stars and the moon, and her eyebrows were like distant mountains. At this time, she spoke softly, "Yao Xin" , I’m out of seclusion.”
Taoist Xuanyi was silent for a moment, smiled and handed over his hands, "Congratulations to fellow Taoist Ji Xuan, you have successfully passed through the golden elixir catastrophe. You will not fall for a thousand years from now on, and you can climb the great road."
Ji Xuan said: "With the help of the Ji family, it is not difficult to survive the golden elixir catastrophe. But why are you insisting on staying out and not accepting the help of the Ji family?"
Taoist Xuanyi shook his head, "You and I have debated this topic many times, so don't mention it again today."
"Okay, if you don't want to mention it, then when can you come back?" Ji Xuan paused and continued: "You have to remember that our Taoist Companion Ceremony has been postponed for ten years, and there are some opinions on this within the clan. .”
Taoist Xuanyi said: "I will return to the Holy Capital in about two years at most after I have taken care of the trivial matters at hand."
When the call ended, Yu Gui turned away the light and returned it to Taoist Xuanyi. His expression was a little complicated, "Yao Xin... I haven't heard someone call me that for a long time."
"But now, am I still Yao Xin?" Taoist Xuanyi sighed. Thirty years ago, he secretly watched the battle between the Three Immortals Sect and Diwu. After witnessing the dean's monstrous sword power, he determined that the sword The tower contained what he needed.
After a lot of painstaking preparations, the decades-long plan was about to succeed, but it was completely destroyed by Luo Guan, causing it to fall short.
Shaking his head, Taoist Xuanyi suppressed his unwillingness and anger. The most important thing at the moment was to make himself whole first, and then slowly take care of the sword tower in the back mountain.
Qingyang Sword Cultivator... The progress of this plan has been slowed down all because of this person. It seems that we need to find a way to get rid of him first!
Taoist Xuanyi turned around and walked away in the void.
…
Qingyang Sword Cultivator, who had disappeared for several days, reappeared and raided several Wei armies in succession, killing countless Wei troops.
While Qingyang was cheering, Prince Lanting of Wei Dynasty was furious in the royal tent, "It's ridiculous, it's simply ridiculous!"
"My Wei Dynasty's millions of troops marched eastward, destroying countless cities along the way. However, they were held back by a mere swordsman, and it was difficult to conquer the western border."
"If we cannot kill this person, our army in Wei will become the laughingstock of the world!"
He gritted his teeth and his face was ferocious.
The generals in the tent all had wry smiles on their faces. How could they not know everything the prince said? But the Qingyang Sword Cultivator's strength was terrifying. He was fighting in and out of the army as if he were in a deserted area. They couldn't resist it at all.
"Your Majesty, it's hard for us to kill this beast, we need the help of the Immortal Sect." A general stood up and spoke in a deep voice.
"Yes, if the Immortal Sect takes action, this Qingyang Sword has three heads and six arms, and it will only lead to death."
"This man is elusive and elusive. Even if the Immortal Sect takes action, it will be difficult to kill him... unless his trajectory can be predicted and a dragnet can be laid in advance."
"Yes, otherwise once the hunt fails and the Qingyang sword cultivator is on guard, it will be even harder to kill him again."
Everyone spoke one after another.
Prince Lanting tapped the table with uncertain eyes. After a while, he slammed the table heavily, "If we can't find this person's whereabouts, then we will force him to show up!" He stood up and paced back and forth with a ferocious look on his face, "This person is not his own. Claiming to be the savior of Qingyang? Do you want to use your sword to save the people of the world? I want to do the next tragic event, and then use myself as bait, let's see if he dares to come!"
On this day, Prince Lanting wrote a letter to the king of the country and forwarded it to the Immortal Sect, and received the reply the next day:
allow!
A simple word, but no one knows how many lives were lost. A horrific incident that is still being passed down orally from generation to generation for thousands of years began quietly today.
Prince Lanting stood in front of the marching map. After much hesitation, he pointed his finger and said, "Choose here!"
…
Somewhere in a cave, Luo Guan suddenly opened his eyes and frowned.
For some reason, while he was practicing just now, he suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, as if something extremely ominous was about to happen. But this feeling comes and goes quickly. Now, no matter how carefully you feel it, there is only a lingering lingering feeling that is dissipating.
It seemed like it was just an illusion.
Xuanguidu: "Maybe it's because of the influence of the true intention of killing... My master has told you a long time ago that if you suppress it with the breath of the world, there will be backlash sooner or later. This is probably a sign."
Luo Guan nodded, accepted this explanation, and said with a smile: "If it bites back, it will bite back. Now that the disciple has made his choice, he is ready to bear the consequences."
He stood up and walked out of the cave. At this time, it was pitch black above his head. There was a low and muffled "rumbling" sound coming from it, and large areas of lightning could be seen shining.
It is going to rain!
Swish——
The young man jumped up and roared into the distance. With a loud roar of thunder above his head, heavy rain began to pour down. On the ground in the distance, a large stretch of military tents can be seen. It is the camp of the Wei army. It is now pitch black without any light.
It's not that the military doesn't need lighting, but they are afraid that firelight will attract the ghosts and nightmares in the dark night!
Buzz——
The sound of swords resounded through the sky, and along with the roar of thunder, thousands of sword shadows emerged, tearing apart the rain curtain and coming with a roar.
The nightmare has finally arrived tonight!
…
Five days later, a group of mysterious people entered the Lanting County King's camp. He respectfully welcomed them into the king's tent. After a secret discussion, he left with an excited look on his face, "Qingyang Sword Cultivator... your death is coming soon!"
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