Nan Dao stood at the top of the city with his sword on his back, looking at the sword light on the other side of Daze for a long time, but suddenly he remembered something.
That old man who grows flowers near Daze?
Nan Dao remembered that he said last night that he was also a disciple of the Sword Sect.
Nan Dao just thought that he might be someone like Zhang Xiaoyu.
Speaking of which, is it really possible for the sugar-oiled cake seller outside the Jianzong Garden to lift the stall and take out a sword?
Nan Dao stood there thinking wildly.
Those Jianzong brothers who turned into sword light and left still stayed under the sky of Qingshan, and the Lingnan sword cultivators were also heading towards the Qingshan in the big swamp.
As the battle on the green hills rang out, the last hope in people's hearts naturally no longer existed, so they chose to leave the city with their swords on their backs and choose the battlefield among those green hills.
If it were a secular war many years ago, it would be extremely irrational to go out of the city to fight it.
But this is a war in which the spiritual circles on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are involved.
If it is not necessary, the world naturally does not want those wars to burn into Nanyi City.
As time went by, there were fewer and fewer sword cultivators on top of the city, and most of them were walking towards the green mountains.
In the end, only a small part was left to guard the top of the city to prevent some unexpected situations from happening.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked to the west at the faint yellow mountains that towered into the clouds.
Li Asan, the empress of Huaian, taught the world a good lesson.
Two hundred thousand secular troops climbed directly up the Youhuang Mountains, and then jumped down. With the help of Daofeng, they fell directly behind Moque City Pass, causing Huangliang to fall all the way to Kyoto in a very short period of time.
It is probably the originator of air-to-ground attack warfare in the world.
Therefore, Zhang Xiaoyu cannot rule out the possibility that the Huangliang people are crazy and plan to re-enact that war.
But he didn't think about it.
Huangliang Wugui Dao's attack route was rougher than he imagined.
Use more than 400 crossing landing points to directly cross Daze.
But no matter what, what Nanyi City has to do now is to hold it back.
Slow down the advance of Huangliang's people into Nanyi City.
Drag the northern army to Nanyi City, or help from the human world of cultivation.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked in the direction of Daze with a solemn expression.
The sword lights wandering across the sky dimmed visibly to the naked eye.
But the power of those witches and ghosts is constantly gathering.
A black flower can be faintly seen in the world, sometimes breaking through the magic of witches and ghosts, swaying in the sky.
This is a battle for human rights.
Even Zhang Xiaoyu and many senior brothers found it difficult to intervene.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked over there in silence, but suddenly thought of His Majesty Kamigawa in the human world.
Shanheguan began to pay attention to Shenhe a long time ago.
That's why Zhang Xiaoyu said to Liu Sanyue: "Your Majesty has a big problem."
So where has this great demon who once dominated the world gone now?
Of the three swords in the human world, two swords disappeared directly into the human world without knowing their whereabouts.
This may not be the reason why the Huangliang people are ready to take action.
As for whether anyone in Daze really recovered.
In Zhang Xiaoyu's view, it is not actually the most important thing.
What really matters is the revival of something in people's hearts.
It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoyu has no sword in his hand now, only an empty scabbard, and he can only sigh on top of the city.
Nan Dao heard Zhang Xiaoyu's sigh from the side and saw that he kept looking at his scabbard. After thinking about it, he took off the Parrot Island from behind and handed it to Zhang Xiaoyu.
"If senior brother's sword hasn't come back yet, I can lend you this sword for a while."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at Nan Dao. He wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he took it.
"Okay, then I'll treat Junior Brother to some sugar and oil cake another day!"
Zhang Xiaoyu said proudly.
"..."
Nan Dao was speechless for a long time, looking at the battle on the other side of Osawa.
"Senior brother, do you know an old man who grows flowers?"
Nan Dao asked.
Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned and said, "What kind of old man grows flowers?"
Nan Dao turned around strangely and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu. Seeing that he really didn't know, he explained to him.
Only then did Zhang Xiaoyu understand what Nandao meant.
He held his chin and said thoughtfully: "It's not impossible. After all, the senior brothers of the Human Sword Sect like to hide themselves."
"So he is a cultivator of the Great Dao?"
Nan Dao asked curiously.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head and looked at the sky over Daze for a long time and nodded.
Nan Dao looked at the sword behind his back for a long time, then looked at Chen He who was aside, and said slowly: "Why don't you go back first?"
Chen He, who was lying on the wall, was stunned for a moment.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'll go over there and have a look."
"What are you looking at?"
"See if the old man is still there."
"..."
After hesitating for a long time, Chen He gave up his plan to go with Nandao, so he left the city alone and headed towards the Xuansheyuan.
Nan Dao looked back at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked, "Senior brother, are you going to take a look?"
Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to be a little moved, but for now, he couldn't leave Nanyi City, so he could only say helplessly: "Junior brother, go ahead, I will help you keep an eye on it."
Nan Dao nodded, walked down the city, and together with many Lingnan sword cultivators, passed through the green mountains outside the city and headed towards the edge of Daze.
The morning breeze was a bit chilly, and the sword cultivators gathered their clothes and headed over there.
Naturally, the purpose of Nandao was not to enter the Qingshan Mountains, but to see if the old man who planted flowers was still there.
So after following the crowd for a while, I walked alone at the foot of the mountain.
You can still see the flower bed in the distance, with many colorful flowers swaying slightly in the early morning breeze.
Nan Dao stopped by the flower garden, looked at the empty yard, and then turned to look at the sword light on the top of the green mountains in the vast swamp.
Was it really that old man?
Are all the old men in Nanyi City so powerful?
Nan Dao thought rather sadly.
Looking at the courtyard door that he forgot to close or was blown open by the wind, Nan Dao stepped forward, looked around in the courtyard, and then slowly closed the door.
Nan Dao didn't know why he wanted to come and see where this old man was.
Maybe it's because of what he said last night?
Nan Dao sat silently at the door of the small courtyard, the wind blew through the flowerbed, and bursts of fragrance came from it.
I don’t know if this old man can defeat the people from Daze.
Nan Dao thought wildly for a while, then stood up and walked in the direction he came from.
But suddenly, there seemed to be a lot more in the wind wandering at the foot of the green mountains.
Nan Dao stopped and turned to look at the flower bed.
The sword intent that came from nowhere fell into these flower beds.
Then slowly dragging countless petals towards the green mountains.
The entire sky was instantly filled with countless falling flower sword intentions.
Nan Dao stood there in a daze, forgetting to leave for a moment.
.....
Senior Brother looked up at the huge black flower on the sky above his head and said softly: "Who doesn't have a flower?"
Senior brother naturally has more than one flower, he has many flowers.
Some were brought, such as camellias, and planted on a tree stump on the top of the mountain.
Some were not brought, such as the thousands of flowers in the flowerbed at the foot of the green mountain.
Young Master Wubei also remembered the flower that his senior brother had brought before. He even acted cleverly and made the two Sword Sect disciples think that the flower was his sword.
So is it possible that the flower is actually a sword?
Young Master Wubei looked a little solemn.
Senior Brother withdrew his sword intent and surrounded himself with the nameless sword to protect himself from the erosion of the Flower of the Styx, and then walked towards a certain place in the Wu River.
Naturally, Young Master Wubei would not just let his senior brother find a way to break the situation.
The witchcraft in his hand suddenly became sharper, and the black flower of Styx suddenly shook, and more pollen fell down, swallowing up the senior brother.
The sword spirit around Senior Brother's body was once again partially corroded. He groaned and looked a little pale, but he did not stop and just walked calmly towards somewhere in the Wu River.
Young Master Wubei seemed to understand something. He was looking for an exit through the camellia from before.
In an instant, the water of the Wu River suddenly rioted, and attacked the senior brother together with the flower of the Styx in the sky.
Senior Brother walked in the Wu River with a pale expression, but as the Wu River surged, he seemed to be getting further and further away from that position.
So the senior brother stopped and held the sword in his hand.
There was not much sword intention left that had been corroded by the Flower of Styx, surging around him.
Then there were still sword marks on the senior brother's old skin.
Young Master Wubei looked startled, with witch marks looming under his body, ready to avoid the sword at any moment.
But the senior brother held the sword and stabbed it out, but it was not in the direction where Young Master Wubei was.
But it was somewhere in Wuhe River that I wanted to go to earlier.
It's still Yun Poyue.
It's just that with this sword, the senior brother regarded himself as a sword and sent it to that position.
The old and frail body naturally cannot withstand such torture.
So when the figure of the senior brother stood there with a sword, he was already covered in blood.
The senior brother didn't pay attention to the wounds on his body caused by the sword wind. He just calmly bent down and held something somewhere in the Wu River.
"Look, this is my flower."
Senior Brother picked a camellia out of thin air, held it in his palm, turned to look at Young Master Wubei, and said calmly.
As a result, a huge gap appeared in the Wu River under Senior Brother, and the camellia planted on the tree stump was broken.
The senior brother coughed violently, a lot of blood gushed out from the corners of his lips, and there seemed to be some blood on the white hair.
Young Master Wubei held the witchcraft in his hand and stood not far away, quietly looking at this elderly Sword Sect disciple.
He seemed to understand something. Although he forcibly broke through the ghost technique, he was obviously seriously injured.
Senior Brother also understood in his heart and said with regret: "It's a pity that I am no longer a forty-year-old swordsman."
A human being is a hundred years old, and naturally the longer he lives, the weaker he becomes.
If it were a forty-year-old senior brother, he would break through those witch barriers with a sword without even knowing it.
Instead of looking for the link between the two worlds in this way.
Young Master Wubei also said softly: "If senior is still forty years old, Wubei will naturally turn around and leave."
But senior brother is not forty years old.
Therefore, Young Master Wubei did not leave.
As the Wu River broke apart, the light of heaven returned to the top of the mountain again.
Young Master Wubei put his hands into his sleeves and said slowly: "How many swords do you have, senior?"
The senior brother looked at the camellia in his palm, thought for a moment, and said, "There is probably only one sword left."
"That should be two swords." Young Master Wubei said softly.
Senior Brother laughed. As an old and frail swordsman, it was natural that he should not practice martial ethics.
It's just a pity that Young Master Wubei saw it.
Young Master Wubei stayed far away from the old sword cultivator.
With his hands in his sleeves, the power of witches and ghosts was surging violently.
The senior brother just glanced at it, then did not continue to look at it, and turned to look at the world beyond Qingshan.
Somewhere in the world, he planted many flowers.
Flowers are naturally not swords.
But it can come with the sword intention.
So these two swords can be one sword or countless swords.
Senior brother waited quietly.
Until the wind comes and blows into the green mountains.
A crimson petal fell on the senior brother's shoulder.
Then it was blown down by the wind and landed on the blade of the Nameless Sword.
Senior Brother raised his hand, picked up the petal with the delicate sword in his hand, and stretched it forward.
"please."
Senior Brother said with great moral integrity.
The Wu River spread out around Young Master Wubei, and he stood not far away looking at this senior brother on the top of the mountain with vigilance.
This sword seems ordinary.
Don't be hasty, don't be slow, come slowly.
Even the petal on the sword did not fall off.
But Gongzi Wubei will naturally not take it lightly.
The swordsmanship of the Human Sword Sect was inherited from Mojian Cliff.
Nature cannot be taken lightly.
Therefore, even though the sword was extremely slow, Young Master Wubei still spread the entire Wu River, sealing the three feet in front of him.
Senior Brother's figure quickly moved towards Young Master Wubei on the top of the green mountain.
"This is the first sword." Young Master Wubei heard his senior brother say softly.
But the next moment, the senior brother's voice came again.
"It's also the second sword."
Young Master Wubei was shocked. He looked at the stabbing sword and saw that there was a second sword somewhere.
But he saw it soon.
Outside the green mountains, there are countless petals flying.
The power of the sword is so powerful that it is intimidating.
Young Master Wubei seemed to understand something. He looked at his senior brother and said in a deep voice, "Is this the chaotic red from Mojian Cliff flying across the swing?"
The senior brother nodded calmly.
Then countless flowers of sword intention fell towards the green mountain.
Young Master Wubei forcibly interrupted the normal ghost spell that he had prepared, and quickly changed the witchcraft in his hand. The heaven and earth fell horizontally and vertically towards Young Master Wubei, encircling his entire body.
It's like being separated from two worlds.
Witchcraft, draw the ground as a prison.
Naturally, Gongzi Wubei's original thoughts were not like this.
But when he saw the senior brother's sword flying across the swing, he realized that the old man in front of him was planning to directly trade his life with him.
Young Master Wubei is still very young, so naturally he doesn't want to end up like this.
When the chaotic red flew to the top of the green mountain, Young Master Wubei isolated himself from the green mountain.
Senior Brother just looked at Gongzi Wubei's witchcraft calmly, and then his figure suddenly accelerated, shooting at Gongzi Wubei at an almost uncaptured speed.
He abruptly cut Young Master Wubei out of the prison on the painted ground.
With the fall of the sword, Senior Brother no longer had the ability to fight, and sat down on the green hill with his sword in his hand.
Young Master Wubei on the side looked at the flowers of sword intention that were overwhelming the sky, and said with a wry smile: "Senior Jian Zong is indeed a senior Jian Zong. Even if he is already very old, he can force me to this point."
Senior brother said quite complacently: "That's natural."
Naturally, Young Master Wubei would not die here, and Senior Brother never thought that he could drag his body to kill Young Master Wubei here.
He wanted to force Young Master Wubei's fourth transcendence technique.
No matter how strong the power of witches and ghosts these people of the witch-ghost path are, using multiple escape techniques in a short period of time will still damage the foundation of Wuhe.
So Young Master Wubei looked at the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Intent that was coming towards him and had nowhere to hide. He raised his hand to his chest and groaned. His expression was extremely pale, and then only the trace of witchcraft was left on the spot.
When the thousands of falling flowers came, the figure of the senior brother fell into the flying flowers.
But not even the bones were left behind.
However, it took a long time for Young Master Wubei's figure to reappear on this green mountain.
The huge crossing formation did not suffer much damage.
This is also the reason why Young Master Wubei chose to involve the battlefield in ghost magic.
After standing there for a long time, Young Master Wubei turned around and looked at the densely packed sword cultivators outside Qingshan Daze.
The Lingnan Sword Sect is naturally good at winning with numbers.
Behind him, the power of witches and ghosts gradually surged, and then the formation suddenly started to move.
The nearly a thousand people from Northern Wizardry appeared in the green mountains.
Naturally, Young Master Wubei would not be stupid enough to conflict with those Lingnan sword cultivators at this time.
Therefore, when the Northern Wizard Dao people appeared in the green mountains, they dispersed towards the thousands of green mountains and rivers in Daze.
They have to wait for the arrival of the subsequent Wugui Dao people before they choose to attack Nanyi City.
But Young Master Wubei just stood calmly beside the formation of witch marks. Waiting for the arrival of the next group of people.
I don’t know how long it took before the formation began to operate again.
This time there were many more people coming.
They are the witches of Nanchu.
The formation flashed continuously.
Chennu and Shuhe also came here.
"Where's your Northern Wizardry?" Shuhe looked at Young Master Wubei and asked.
Young Master Wubei smiled softly and said, "They have already rushed to the front line."
Shu He naturally didn't believe such nonsense, so he searched in the green mountains and finally found the people from the Northern Wizardry walking at the foot of the mountains.
Young Master Wubei didn't pay attention, and just said calmly: "Lingnan's Eighty Thousand Sword Cultivators are outside the city. No matter how poor their cultivation is, they are still Eighty Thousand Sword Cultivators."
Young Master Wubei looked at Shuhe and said slowly: "If you want to despise them, you can let the Nanchu witches go first."
Shuhe withdrew his gaze and said nothing more.
Young Master Wubei looked at the two people behind him and asked a little strangely: "Where is Ming Mayfly?"
Chennu said slowly: "He went to Nanyi City first."
Young Master Wubei raised his eyebrows but said nothing more.
There are so many things about this mysterious Nantuo wizard that people can't understand.
The three of them waited quietly on the green mountain.
Naturally, we have to wait until the 800,000-strong human army arrives before making the next plan.
