The leading military general did not even glance at the corpse. This military attaché, who was actually the Huaihua General of the Great Feng Dynasty, glanced at Gui Liu indifferently, slowly turned the horse's head, and wrote lightly: "Whoever cuts off the head will be granted the title of Duke of Kaiguo. There are two thousand households in the city."
Secretly deploying troops and generals, the soldiers disguised themselves as civilians, bribed the border of the Jing Dynasty, and finally crossed the sea to reach the capital at the feet of the emperor. This was the amazing work of the Dafeng Dynasty.
Luquan Cavalry, the personal troops of General Huaihua, are known as the "third cavalry in the world". In the past, both the Dafeng Dynasty and the Dajing Dynasty were defeated in battles on both fronts. Only the Luquan Cavalry was victorious ten times out of ten, and even with heavy casualties, they forcedly used three thousand light cavalry to delay a ten-thousand-man army formation.
After waiting for more than ten years, it was really a good wait.
This great general with great achievements roared angrily,
"Spear!!"
The Luquan cavalry's movements were exactly the same, raising their pitch-black spears high.
Who among the world roared first and charged forward brazenly.
The sound of the iron horse's hooves was like thunder, shaking the entire Green Belt City.
The armor was clanking, and like a black tide surging, the mustard figure above the high hall was about to be submerged by the huge force of thousands of people.
It was clear that the city was full of enemies, and it was clear that he was in a desperate situation, but this young man with white hair remained unmoved.
General Huaihua smiled ferociously and said, "Do you think you are the enemy of those ten thousand people?"
Guiliu raised her lips, "I am your father, I fuck your mother."
It is hard to imagine that these were the words of the gentle young man who sang "Eight Voices and Twenty States".
Before the scolded General Huaihua could react, a golden rainbow crashed straight into the mighty army of thousands. Facing thousands of sharp spears, it forcibly cut a bloody path through the dense black armor. .
He was covered in blood, even his face was blurred, and his long hair was stuck together, with scarlet dripping slowly.
His blurred face showed no expression, but it carried an extremely terrifying anger, and his whole body was filled with the imperial aura of a tyrannical king.
This young man with white hair had trembling lips and was talking to himself in an extremely low voice.
"As long as I can kill one person, I can make up for the guilt in my heart a little. If I can kill them all, they can stay with me obediently and be the maids with red sleeves that add fragrance, and no longer have to be dead soldiers."
Collision, hard collision, no matter how many sharp spears are faced.
The figure submerged by the black tide became more and more stagnant, and its movements gradually became extremely slow.
But what does this mean? Qingxue, Taozhi, Qiuli, and Jinzhi, which one has not fallen into death like this again and again?
What does it mean to have a city full of enemies?
He had the mentality of being the enemy of the entire world, which he had during the Mid-Autumn Festival when he was fifteen years old!
So this man will only move forward!
The famous sword Lu Shui exploded into its scabbard, and the green sword energy rolled past, killing him in thirteen consecutive waves.
He did not and could not dodge the last wave of powerful attacks by centurions.
His whole body was pierced by a spear, and he swiped it with the knife, causing heads to roll down on the ground.
As if he had been scooped up from a pool of blood, with blood on his clothes and blood on his hair, and his face stained with blood, this young man with white hair finally broke through the charge of the Luquan Cavalry with a tragic gesture!
He arrived in front of General Huaihua in one step, and without giving him any chance to react, he strangled his neck and lifted him up high.
That was Zhang's ferocious smile, "Cut off the head of General Huaihua, make him king, and feed thousands of households."
This military commander with great achievements did not have any fear, he struggled to speak out, and said a word that shocked the world,
"We still have immortals in Dafeng."
Without warning, a golden whisk broke through the sky, and three thousand golden threads were peeled off and pulled out, forming a snow-white light pillar that penetrated the sky and the earth, exerting a suppressive force.
Gui Liu cut off the soft neck and no longer deliberately suppressed the majestic and astonishing imperial destiny.
He exhaled wisps of golden aura, held up the sky with one hand, and six towering golden light pillars lit up under his feet.
If you use the rules of heaven to suppress me, I will use the rules of human beings to suppress you!
This battle between immortals and emperors is destined to eclipse the mountains and rivers.
The ethereal figure spoke angrily, and the sound resounded from the sky and the earth, as loud as a bell and a cauldron,
"You violate the law of heaven, why don't you die quickly?!"
A golden beam of light collapsed.
The snow-white light pillar gradually pressed down slowly.
Blood oozed from the corner of Gui Liu's mouth, as if he was carrying a heavy object and couldn't straighten his back. His lips moved slightly, but he didn't make any sound.
The ethereal figure sneered, and suddenly waved his sleeves, "Aren't you worried about the world? I will feed you to that evil creature, and then witness it wreaking havoc on the world with your own eyes."
The second golden light pillar collapsed without warning.
Guiliu's figure suddenly fell, his orifices began to bleed, and his skin cracked inch by inch. The blood blurred his eyes and even his entire body. This scene was horrific and extremely tragic.
There were two people standing on the high eaves corner in the far distance. One person wears a lotus crown, and the other person is dressed in green and carries a sword.
"That's it?" The man carrying the sword frowned.
Lotus Crown Taoist smiled and said: "The rules of heaven cannot be surpassed by all living beings, otherwise they will suffer divine punishment. This immortal is an ancestor of our Taoist sect. He ascended in Longtan five hundred years ago and killed all the people of the demon sect with the appearance of an immortal. Then he ascended to heaven and left. The Taoist sect also received gifts from heaven, so it overpowered Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, and its prosperity never declined."
The man holding the sword sighed softly, the sword intention in his heart gradually receded, and gave up the idea of saving people.
After the second light pillar collapsed, the third and fourth light pillars soon followed. The emperor's luck, which is like a castle in the air, cannot compete with Immortal Wushou after all.
At this moment, Gui Liu felt calm inside.
When will Yuxingyu be restored? He is not willing to stay or leave as he pleases.
It's just a pity, there are still a lot of regrets, and a lot of unfinished business. I can no longer accompany Qingxue to see the lanterns by the Yaojiang River, I cannot accompany Taozhi to see the lotus flowers, and I have no chance to redeem that lazy and gentle woman. I will not be able to see the twenty-four bridges in Yangyue Lake next year under the moonlit night, and I will not be able to drink. The ten-year-old Jiangnan Shaochun can no longer pick peach blossoms orioles, eat crabs in autumn, can no longer see his father, queen and mother, can no longer sit in Qingui Palace and play chess with Guiqing, and can never have the chance to tell her , In fact, on the day he committed suicide, he never complained about her.
Guiliu whispered softly, "Let it go."
The fifth beam of light collapsed, and the whole city trembled.
There is only a beam of light that cannot be supported by itself, and nothing can stop the giant sword mountain. Life and death are a foregone conclusion.
The Taoist wearing a lotus crown looked indifferent and said, "Let's go."
The man holding the sword suddenly frowned, "What about the Yin God?"
The Taoist turned his head and sighed: "Didn't you listen to what my ancestors said? Feed the prince to it and let it cause trouble. But don't worry, the one in the capital won't sit idly by. After all, this is the land of the capital, and hers Doorstep."
After he finished speaking, he sighed again, then turned around and left.
"I've put up with you for a long time."
The man carrying the sword slowly grasps the scabbard
The sword was pushed away from its scabbard an inch, and the sword energy filled the air.
"You are not worthy of this lotus crown, and your ancestors are not worthy of ascended immortals."
Taoist Lotus Crown turned back suddenly, looked somewhere subconsciously, and said in fear and anger: "Are you crazy?! If you offend our ancestors, you and I will both die!"
"Then I'll show you my madness." The man with the sword said calmly.
This world-recognized leader of swordsmanship has faced countless enemies in his life, and few can force him to push the scabbard seven feet away.
Then there was a cold sound, the scabbard was separated, and the seven-foot-long blade was as cool as water.
At the same time, he finally no longer suppressed the fierce and terrifying sword energy.
Between heaven and earth, a sword energy quietly swept across the sky.
It was an understatement, as if nothing happened.
Silently, the snow-white light pillar that penetrated the sky and the earth was cut into pieces.
The ethereal body-shaped crowned magic weapon was also chopped into two, and then turned into the aura of heaven and earth, disappearing without a trace.
The snow-white light beam withdrew, and Gui Liu fell to the ground slumped, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Nie Zan, I will kill you!!"
The immortal roared furiously, even at the cost of not being able to return to Tianmen. He used the Taoist Wugou magical power to draw down the majestic Tao Qi from the sky, overwhelming him and making it clear that he would fight for his life.
The man carrying the sword was overwhelmed in a world of mustard seeds, and his sword energy was completely suppressed and was weak.
"Why don't you die?!"
A palm print was shot heavily. It was very small in the world of Mustard Seed, but it was a microcosm of the world, containing infinite majestic power.
The Taoist wearing a lotus crown turned around and couldn't bear to look at the next scene. Even if he is the leader of swordsmanship and the best swordsman in the world, facing an immortal with shocking magical powers, he will only end up dead. This is the way of heaven, this is the way of nature.
Suddenly a cool breeze blew between heaven and earth, blowing open the towering gate of Greenbelt City.
A caged sword formation firmly trapped the mustard seed palm print transformed into the mountains of the world.
Where does the sword energy come from?
Just like the palm print, it comes from all over the world!
The ethereal figure with the appearance of an immortal swept backwards without any warning, sweeping away again and again, thousands of miles away and hundreds of miles away.
Taoist Lotus Crown's eyes widened suddenly, because he saw an extremely small sword energy slashing away at an extremely fast speed, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Thousands of miles away, the ethereal figure roared furiously, but it still could not withstand the attack of this sword. The stainless golden body that had been painstakingly cultivated for five hundred years after ascension was broken easily.
A figure slowly emerged, standing next to Gui Liu.
Meeting that gaze, Taoist Lotus Crown shuddered suddenly, and his Taoist heart was about to break.
Even though the swordsman leader was wild and unruly by nature and thought he was invincible in swordsmanship, he actually bowed and saluted to that figure in awe.
Gui Liu, who was already wandering at the gate of hell, suddenly felt pulled by a huge force, and unforgettable memories flashed before his eyes, and then he heard a low voice, "Come back quickly!"
The white light was dazzling, and Gui Liu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in shock.
The next second, he was stunned.
"A spindle for a life, this deal is not a loss no matter how you look at it."
It was a smiling wrinkled face.
Guiliu rubbed his eyes in disbelief and said in shock: "How is it possible? Old-timer?"
"Unexpected, right?" the old man said with a smile.
Gui Liu was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "Let me tell you, how could the Tai'an Escort Agency find... find an... um... immortal old man to be the escort? They don't Look in the mirror and see if you are worthy.”
The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I can't be considered a fairy. It's just that someone thought I was noisy before and threatened me with a review book."
Guiliu suddenly became furious, slapped his legs fiercely, and cursed: "This kind of people should eat their skin and eat their flesh. They are so blind that they can't see the mountain!"
The old man smiled and said nothing, turning his head to look at the ethereal figure slowly returning.
After the Wusu Golden Body was shattered, the figure became thinner and more ethereal, as if it would disperse if the wind blew. In such a bleak situation, how can there be any trace of immortality?
The old man suddenly raised a hand, and then made no movement. The immortal felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"You might as well guess who I am." The old man said to the people around him.
Gui Liu smiled slightly, "The identity of the old senior is not difficult to guess."
"Oh?" The old man suddenly became interested, "So you know?"
Gui Liu's eyes were suddenly full of respect, he staggered, bowed and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Gui Liu, I have met senior Zhao Bingnie."
Hearing the words "Zhao Bingnie", the old man suddenly trembled and slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling the glorious past.
Guiliu hesitated, but finally made up his mind and said softly: "The old man from the previous dynasty, the autumn of Sijia. Over the past two hundred years, the vast sea has turned into mulberry fields, let alone a human life as short as a mayfly. Seeing the country destroyed. The mountains and rivers are here, but living as a stranger in a foreign land must be very uncomfortable."
The old man shook his head and smiled and said: "It has been more than two hundred years, and I have long given up on the hatred of family and country. The Jing Dynasty was a splendid country, a peaceful and prosperous time, with singing and dancing every night. On the other hand, the Sui Dynasty was in ruins, people's livelihood was in decline, and the monarch was cruel and autocratic. . From this point of view, the demise of the Sui Dynasty was the result of God’s will, the disfavor of the people, and the disaster caused by oneself. In this case, there is nothing worthy of passionate hatred for family and country. "
Guiliu suddenly said cautiously: "I heard that, senior, you once defeated an army of ten thousand people by one person, and you were also the most powerful Iron Huang Heavy Cavalry in the Jing Dynasty. Later, you broke through the mirror and entered the legendary realm that was unprecedented and unparalleled. These Is it all true?"
The old man said lightly, "The former is true and the latter is false."
Guiliu nodded, thinking that it was okay, otherwise this would be too perverted.
But the next second, he suddenly staggered.
Just because of the old man's calm words.
"Being among the Nine Realms is not unprecedented. In the world of rivers and lakes five or six hundred years ago or even thousands of years ago, the Nine Realms are rare, but they are not unheard of. It's just that the rivers and lakes have become increasingly depressed in the past few hundred years. , and after all the hard work, I was born.”
Guiliu looked at the sword god who was invincible a hundred years ago and is even more invincible now. He secretly calculated in his heart that with the strength of these nine realms, all the masters in the world together seemed to be able to do it with just one sword. You can do whatever you want.
The old man suddenly glanced at Gui Liu and said, "Seeing that you have such an appetite for me, and you have been calling me an old man before, and you are the only person in the world who knows me, I will give you something."
Only then did Guiliu realize that the old man had raised one hand from beginning to end.
At that moment, everyone present felt an extremely suffocating sword intent.
In the highest sky, the evil aura that blocked the sky and the sun was broken, and an extremely dazzling golden beam of light poured down, slamming into the earth.
"Look over there." The old man smiled.
Guiliu's eyes widened suddenly. It turned out that a Lingxu sword shadow had cut the immortal in half and destroyed the Haotian Gate with it.
The golden torrent finally poured out, revealing a snow-white long sword with a scabbard.
In the sky, there was finally no trace of the immortal figure who could reach the sky.
The heavenly immortal who had practiced for five hundred years and achieved great immortality actually fell like this and turned into earthly dirt.
The people present, including the Lotus Crown Taoist, the kendo leader in blue shirt carrying a sword, thousands of injured Luquan cavalrymen who fell to the ground, and Gui Liu, were all motionless and dumbfounded.
The wind howls,
Deathly silence.
Only the old man's careless voice sounded,
The sound was not loud, but it was as loud as thunder.
"The name of this sword is Zhu Xian."
