Nan Dao was holding most of the wine bottle, but he was a little confused about the significance of this meeting.
Could it be that it just represents an inseparable bond between the two people's similar faces?
After looking around at the crowd at the top of the city for a while, Nan Dao walked back to the city with the wine in hand.
Mr. Xie probably didn't want the half bottle of wine anymore, so Nan Dao just drank the wine and walked away.
Halfway through, I saw Mr. Ming standing quietly under the eaves not far away.
Nan Dao thought he finally remembered his wine, so he stepped forward and handed the wine bottle to Mr. Ming.
Mr. Ming did not take it, he just looked at the top of the city quietly.
Nan Dao originally thought that the Nanchu spirit shaman was back, but when he looked back, there was nothing there, just the early morning mist floating on the top of the city, much like the smoke from the kitchen at sunset.
"Mr. Ming?"
Nan Dao looked at the man in front of him and shouted tentatively.
Mr. Ming came back to his senses, lowered his head and looked at the young man, but smiled a little lonely.
"What are you thinking about, sir?"
Nan Dao asked curiously, holding a wine bottle.
Mr. Ming was silent for a while and said softly: "I just remembered a saying I heard before, which is that all encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation. But I actually feel that something is wrong."
"What's wrong?"
Nan Dao was a little confused.
Mr. Ming said slowly: "All reunions after long separation in the world are just encounters."
Nan Dao listened to these words quietly, always feeling that there was a great sense of alienation in them.
"Who is that person?"
Nan Dao handed the wine bottle to Mr. Ming, who still did not take it, but just waved his hand.
"Ming Mayfly, Nantuo Spirit Witch, the main messenger of this war."
"So that's it."
"Aren't you surprised?"
"It's really strange that when such a person comes to Nanyi City, no one wants to keep him?"
Mr. Ming did not expect that the strangeness mentioned by Nan Dao came from this.
After being stunned for a long time, he calmed down and explained softly: "Because no one in Nanyi City can keep him now, not even people like Young Master Wubei, let alone him?"
"But I saw the sword of Senior Sword Sect Brother from before was there."
"The sword is there, just tell him that the Human Jian Zong has seen him. The Jian Zong brothers are holding something in their hands, but they are not sure what the thing is, so they have never dared to use it, but after all, that thing is there In their hands, if Ming Mayfly really wants to do something in Nanyi City, they will naturally not have so many worries."
Nan Dao nodded thoughtfully.
Mr. Ming had already turned around and walked towards the deserted long street.
Nan Dao looked down at the wine bottle in his hand again, and asked from behind: "Sir, don't you drink anymore?"
Mr. Ming said quietly: "I'm not an alcoholic. I naturally drink to enjoy myself. Since the interest is gone, I will naturally stop drinking."
Nan Dao stood there, watching Mr. Ming's figure gradually disappear into the street.
After looking back for a while, Nan Dao continued to drink the rest of the wine with the wine bottle in hand, and walked forward.
After walking not far, I saw a man sitting there with a broken knife on his back in the alley not far ahead.
Simon?
Nan Dao thought curiously, but did not move away. He walked through the alley while looking at Ximen.
"Can I see your sword?"
Ximen, who was sitting quietly on the stone pier at the entrance of the alley, suddenly spoke after Nan Dao walked over.
Nan Dao was drinking wine. When he heard these words, he turned his head and glanced at his Peach Blossom Sword, and then at the swordsman who was said to be famous. He put down the wine bottle, thought for a while, and said, "Why should I give it to you?" look?"
Ximen smiled and said, "Because your sword seems to have the smell of Sword Grinding Cliff, which makes me a little curious. If you don't want to, then forget it."
Nan Dao is naturally unwilling.
Both Chen He and Zhang Xiaoyu said something similar to asking him to stay away from the people in heaven.
Naturally, Nan Dao would not believe the words of people in this place where even the walls were black.
So he said directly: "I don't want to."
Then he turned around and continued to move forward.
Ximen's appearance here was certainly not a chance encounter.
I saw Nan Dao yesterday, and the more I thought about it after returning, the more suspicious it became.
So today I planned to go to Nanyi City to look for traces of this young man. But as soon as I went out, I saw the young man following Mr. Ming from Wuguiyuan towards the west of the city.
Ximen simply waited at the entrance of the alley.
Then the young man came back with Mr. Ming as expected.
Ximen was not in a hurry and waited until Mr. Ming left before walking out and waiting for the young man to pass by.
So even if Nan Dao is really unwilling, Ximen must take a look at that sword.
Nan Dao had only taken a few steps when he felt someone behind him reach under the umbrella and grab his sword. Nan Dao hurriedly put down the wine bottle and raised his hand to hold the hilt of the peach blossom sword as well.
Turning back, Ximen was standing behind him with the broken sword on his back, holding the Peach Blossom Sword in one hand, trying to pull it out.
A sword cultivator had his sword pulled out in front of him.
Naturally it is a great shame.
Although Nan Dao has not been practicing swordsmanship for a long time, he still considers himself to be a half-swordsman, and naturally he will not allow anyone to do such a thing.
The sword intent burst out from the Peach Blossom Sword, and at the same time, some of the energy that had been accumulated in the South Island Divine Sea spread out of the body, trying to shake Ximen's hand away.
Although Ximen was severely injured by Beitai, he was still a practitioner of the Seventh Level of the Small Path after all. Naturally, he would not be freed by Nandao like this. The hand held the hilt of the sword tightly, but there was no loosening. mean.
Although the sword intent burst out, it was suppressed by Ximen's sword intent and returned to the peach blossom sword body.
"I just want to take a look." Ximen said quietly, holding the hilt of the sword and about to pull it out.
"Fuck you, can you show me your wife?"
Nan Dao cursed directly, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, and then turned around suddenly. Although the peach blossom sword was not pulled out, it changed from being tied behind Nan Dao to hanging between the two of them. In the meantime, the two men were holding half of the sword hilt there.
"I don't have a wife yet."
Ximen said quietly, suppressing him with his sword intent, trying to seize all the hilts of the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand.
Nan Dao knew he was no match for Ximen, but he held the hilt of the sword and pressed down hard. Then he held the umbrella in his left hand and hit Ximen directly with the umbrella.
Ximen didn't care at first, but when the umbrella hit his shoulder, he felt as if he had been hit by a boulder. He couldn't help but let out a groan, subconsciously let go of his hand, and stared blankly at the umbrella in Nan Dao's hand. handle umbrella.
"What kind of umbrella do you have?"
"None of your business!" Nan Dao held the scabbard and stepped back.
Ximen calmed down, but no longer paid attention to what kind of umbrella it was. He raised his hand to hold the broken knife behind him.
Nan Dao looked at Ximen in shock.
"The people of Heaven Prison are really shameless. Even if you like to snatch things at such a high level, you are still planning to use a knife. You look like a human being!"
Ximen ignored Nan Dao's words, pulled out his broken knife, quickly approached Nan Dao, and then struck down with the knife.
Nan Dao hurriedly huddled under the umbrella, a trick he had tried repeatedly.
Ximen's broken knife struck the black umbrella, causing sparks to fly, and another piece fell apart before his eyes.
But Ximen frowned and looked at his knife, then looked at Nan Dao's umbrella, then jumped up, turned around in the air and struck down with another knife.
Nan Dao no longer held up an umbrella to block it.
Although the knife can be blocked, the force on the knife cannot.
I just blocked a knife, but my arm was already numb, and I couldn't hold the umbrella tightly. If I blocked another knife, I might even lose the umbrella.
Naturally, Nandao doesn’t want to see such a thing happen.
So the sword wind surrounded his feet, but he retreated backwards.
Ximen struck the wall with his knife, pulled out the knife, and headed towards the South Island again.
Nan Dao didn't know why this Heavenly Prisoner was so crazy. He looked up and looked around. The streets and alleys were deserted. He didn't place his hope on outsiders anymore. He held the black umbrella steady with his left hand and held the peach blossom sword in its scabbard with his right hand. He leaned against the ground, then held the hilt of the sword, pulled out the sword, and slashed at the west gate with the same sword.
Ximen's sword was broken, so while Nan Dao's sword could cut him, Ximen's sword naturally couldn't touch him.
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't want to really fall out with Tian Yu, so this sword was just to force Ximen back.
However, when Ximen saw the sword, he did not dodge and still landed it. Obviously, it was exactly what Nan Dao thought.
Simon's sword was empty.
But Nan Dao's sword fell on Ximen's shoulder.
I originally thought Ximen would go completely crazy.
But after Nan Dao drew his sword and struck a blow, Ximen stopped, quietly sheathed the sword, turned to look at the wound on his shoulder, and then back to Nan Dao.
This makes Nandao feel confused.
Ximen's eyes fell on the bloody sword in Nan Dao's hand, and then he turned and left.
"You'd better not be."
Ximen's voice lingered on the deserted street.
Nan Dao frowned and looked at the man leaving with the broken knife on his back, wondering what this sentence meant.
What's not?
Nan Dao looked down at his sword and was silent for a while. He went back and picked up the wine flask that was thrown on the ground. Fortunately, the flask was made of wood and was not broken. It just spilled a lot of wine.
Nan Dao poured wine on the sword to wash away the blood stains, drank the wine and muttered.
"What's wrong?"
Then he headed towards the south of the city.
...
There is certainly nothing wrong with Simon.
As someone who is as famous as Si Po Sword Cheng Lu, it is a shame to have a back-and-forth fight with such a small swordsman who is not good at swordsmanship on such a street.
If he was struck with a sword, it would be even more humiliating.
But this is naturally what Ximen wants.
After being slashed by Nan Dao, Ximen returned to the Heavenly Hell with that sword wound.
In the prison hall where Liu Sanyue's bloody clothes were hanging, he took a piece of paper and branded it directly on the blood marks on his shoulder.
Then he took off the paper and looked at it quietly for a long time.
This is almost exactly the same as the sword mark left on the corpse.
In fact, when the young man pulled out the sword, Ximen was almost able to confirm it.
Yes, that's the sword.
But Ximen still chose to come back, not just to confirm the results more carefully.
It's because the current Heavenly Prison is almost a mess.
There was still no news coming back from Shanyue City.
This leaves Ximen to only hope that Di Qianjun will wake up.
But judging from the fact that Di Qianjun is still in a coma, he may not be much better after he wakes up than Ximen, who was seriously injured by Shan Heyi.
Everything starts from Lin Erliang's sudden self-examination in hell.
It directly led to the collapse of the Nanyi City branch organization.
Ximen crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it aside, and turned to look at his knife.
There was a new gap in the broken knife.
It was what was left on the boy's black umbrella.
What kind of umbrella is that?
Ximen raised his hand and stroked the broken edge of the broken knife.
There was a faint aura of inexplicable sword intent lingering there.
Is it an umbrella made of sword intent?
Ximen was a little frightened.
Who could the boy holding such an umbrella be?
...
Zhang Xiaoyu was sitting on top of the city, with Parrot Island hovering around him reluctantly.
Just now, Zhang Xiaoyu had been silently looking at the city.
Looking at the long street between Nandao and Ximen.
It wasn't until the two of them left that they retracted their gaze and looked outside Nanyi City again.
Last night, the brothers launched a final attack.
At the beginning, it really brought the opponent's troops into chaos.
But soon the opponent began to fight back.
The impact of 300,000 people gathered together cannot be underestimated. Those Lingnan sword cultivators were all a loose group without training. Naturally, after a few people's group was broken up, panic was inevitable. got up.
In the end, they had no choice but to retreat into the green mountains, and at the same time, the large forces withdrew towards Nanyi City.
Fortunately, Huang Liang's army was still concerned about the sword cultivator's single-target combat capabilities and did not catch up, thus reducing the losses of those sword cultivators.
However, after this battle, many sword cultivators who originally held some contempt began to correct themselves.
After all, among the 300,000 troops, there are also nearly 10,000 Wugui cultivators. After possessing sufficient external defense power, the combat effectiveness of Wugui Dao is naturally extremely amazing.
As the sword cultivators retreated, the Wugui Dao people also stationed themselves outside the city at the edge of Daze and did not advance towards Nanyi City.
Not only Nanyi City wants to know what happened in Daze, but the Huangliang people who suddenly lost contact with the rear also need to know.
So the situation has stabilized here.
Mei Quming's three senior brothers have returned to the top of the city. All three senior brothers have some injuries, which were left behind by forcibly rushing into the witch ghost camp.
The three of them stood on top of the city with some sadness at this time and began to discuss countermeasures.
Mei Quming glanced outside the city, frowned and said: "It seems that we still have to retreat to the top of Nanyi City. Just retreating to Nanyi City means giving up the most flexible attack method of Lingnan Sword Cultivator."
Qu Shaming was silent for a while and said: "But if we stay in Qingshan, once they start to besiege Qingshan, I am afraid that the people in Lingnan will not be able to escape."
"The ghost skills of the people of the Witch Ghost Way are too difficult to deal with, and even sword cultivators may not be able to get any benefits from the complementation of the two." Nan Dequ said with a solemn expression.
The three of them discussed for a long time, but never heard what Zhang Xiaoyu said. They turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu who was sitting on the top of the city holding a sword.
"What are you thinking about, junior brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu came back to his senses, looked at the three of them, shook his head, and said, "I was just thinking about what happened to the senior brothers in Da Zeli."
The three of them also looked towards Daze.
Zhang Xiaoyu continued: "Actually, senior brothers think too much."
Mei Quming was stunned for a moment and said, "Why?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said quietly: "We just need to hold on."
The three of them fell silent. Qu Shaming turned back to look at the north and asked, "How long will it take for the north to get support?"
Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said: "If we don't expect support from the north, they Wugui Taoists can naturally go without food or drink, but if we need an army of 300,000, relying on Yunmeng Daze will mean cutting off contact with Huangliang." , even if they have a transcendent formation, they still need a lot of food and fodder, which is why their offensive slowed down after problems occurred in Daze."
Nan Dequ pondered for a long time and suddenly realized that what Zhang Xiaoyu said was absolutely right.
Perhaps because they feel that the Human Sword Sect should not be bullied to their core, they are always thinking about how to deal with the Huang Liang army head-on.
But this is on the battlefield, and it is different from the battle between sword cultivators.
"What if they bypass Nanyi City directly and get supplies from the surrounding areas?"
"Then this war would be meaningless."
It was not Zhang Xiaoyu who said this.
The three senior brothers turned to look, but it was Mr. Ming from Xuanxuyuan.
Although the identity of the Wugui Dao people was a little embarrassing at this time, Mr. Ming didn't care about anything. He walked up to everyone and said quietly: "This battle is to make the Wugui Dao famous."
"So whether it's plundering the world or bypassing Nanyi City, it's meaningless for this war."
Mr. Ming quietly looked at the dark crowd under the green hills outside the city.
"There is a Human Sword Sect in Nanyi City, and their purpose is to become famous by stepping on the Human Sword Sect."
"So whether it be besieging the city or destroying it, as long as the flag of the Wugui Sect is erected outside Nanyi City, the world will always remember the name of the Wugui Sect for a long time."
"There is no war that must be won, and there is no war that must be won. The spirit wizards like Ming Yu and others did not even appear in front of the battlefield." Mr. Ming looked at the Sword Sect and said softly, "When Nanyi City faces the battle, the Human Sword Many disciples of the sect were forced to reappear in the human world, and their purpose has been achieved."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Daze and said, "That's true."
A group of people quietly looked at the Southern Daze on top of the city.
There is a gentle breeze, and the early morning can naturally be regarded as the sunset of the night, and even the morning glow on the horizon has not yet dissipated.
"What if Ming Yu and others appear on the frontal battlefield?"
Mei Quming looked at Mr. Ming and asked.
Mr. Ming laughed and looked back at the city.
"Nanyi City belongs to your Human Sword Sect. You naturally know better than us what its background is."
Qu Shaming sighed and said: "Although Senior Brother Huaifeng is sitting on the tomb mountain, he should actually be more clueless than us. Nanyi City has not seen a war in a thousand years, and no one knows what to do."
Zhang Xiaoyu relaxed after hearing what Mr. Ming said. His brows that had been frowning for several days slowly relaxed. He looked at his senior brothers and said, "Then let's hold on to it first."
None of the senior brothers spoke anymore.
Now that we have reached this point, it is natural to give up on the green mountains outside the city.
The Lingnan sword cultivators are heading towards the city.
There are swords and fires igniting in the mountains.
