The wind at the head of the city was a bit chilly in the early morning.
It was just like the wind that I felt when I was walking back to Jianzong with Su Guang after playing cards all night.
Zhang Xiaoyu was standing on top of the city wrapped in blood clothes. Sword cultivators all over the city looked like this, leaning against the city wall holding their swords and resting quietly with their eyes closed while wrapped in clothes.
Maybe it was because of the rain last night, or maybe it was because they tried to attack the city twice in one day, but Huangliang's troops remained motionless today, dormant quietly in the swamps and green mountains outside the city.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked into the depths of Daze while blowing the chilly wind.
Something seemed to have happened there yesterday.
But Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know what happened, he just had a vague feeling.
The sword light that penetrated the sky should be aimed at those crossing formations.
Therefore, if there is no accident with Senior Brother Jiang Ye, he should be able to delay the remaining Huangliang people on the other side of Daze for a little longer.
But Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know how long it would last, because it depended on how quickly those people from the witch-ghost way could repair the formation.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it for a long time, then walked towards the north with his sword in his arms.
The gentlemen from Xuanxuyuan are still in the east of the city. Compared with the south of the city, it is much easier here. Only some troops that have been diverted occasionally have tried to attack this side. Therefore, it is not as tragic as the south city, but it is only at the top of the city. There is also a lot of blood up and down.
After walking along the city head for a long time, we came to the north of the city. Here we can see the quiet Jianzong Garden in the city and the human world under Fengqi Ridge.
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped at the top of Beicheng and looked north quietly.
There is peace among the mountains that have given birth to many sword cultivators.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it for a long time, but frowned.
He naturally knows what happened outside Shanyue City in Lingbei.
I just never thought that the northern troops that were supposed to arrive the afternoon before yesterday still had no movement to this day.
Although the Eighty Thousand Sword Cultivators and the fellow Sword Sect brothers are still able to hold on to the war in Daze.
But no one can bear the word exhaustion.
What's more, the more Huang Liang's army died outside the city.
This war will naturally become more difficult to continue.
The art of summoning spirits, which itself has no lethality, is an extremely troublesome existence for any place in the human world when used in war.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at the city. The Tonggui Monument hanging high in the center of Nanyi City was still motionless.
The senior brother was hesitant.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the many poker rooms in the world.
Many poker parlors that use Thirteen Yao and Kong Shanghua as their signs have also been suspended for a few days.
People didn't play cards anymore.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it quietly for a long time, then raised his hand to touch his arms.
It's a red.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the Hongzhong in his hand silently, looked at it for a long time, and then put it back.
This was the first red card he touched after coming to Nanyi City Sword Sect.
Chen Huaifeng hesitated.
So does Zhang Xiaoyu.
There seemed to be some noisy sounds coming from the south side of the city.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked to the south sky.
Some more sword lights crisscrossed under the sky in the morning light.
It looks like the Huang Liang people are here again.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there silently with his sword on his back, as if he wanted to raise his hand to touch his arms again.
However, at this time, many birds suddenly flew away behind him.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and looked at Feng Qiling.
There seemed to be a lot of people in the mountain passes.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood at the top of the city and lowered his hands, supporting the city wall that was extremely clean compared to the south of the city, but he breathed a sigh of relief.
Support from the north finally arrived across Fengqiling.
It doesn’t matter if it’s one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand.
For Nanyi City, this is always good news.
Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at the top of the city for a while with his sword on his back, then headed towards the south of the city again riding the sword wind.
...
The news that the 200,000 troops from the north who had been beaten by Qingjia crossed Fengqiling and arrived at Nanyi City soon spread in the city.
The city was unusually lively.
Nan Dao was looking at the alley of Xuanxuyuan with his sword behind his back, and then he saw Mr. Mei walking back with a smile.
"Is the arrival of 200,000 secular troops really more important than the return of Sword Sect disciples from Daze?"
Nan Dao has been listening in the alley for a long time.
While practicing his sword in the magnolia forest earlier, he heard some noise in the city. Nan Dao thought the city was broken, so he ran to the alley entrance with his sword on his back to watch.
But found that it wasn't.
People walked through the streets in twos and threes, talking about the arrival of the two hundred thousand troops and the stories at the top of the city.
Mr. Mei smiled and said: "That's natural."
"Why?" Nan Dao couldn't understand, "Are the people in the world stronger than the practitioners?"
Mr. Mei stopped at the entrance of the alley, leaned against the alley wall and blew in the wind, and said slowly: "Do you know why Nanyi City is called Nanyi City?"
Nan Dao shook his head, then thought about it and said, "I only know that this is the name of a certain cliff master of Mojian Cliff."
"Nanyi is the master of Sword Saint Qingyi, the King Nanyi of Huai'an back then." Mr. Mei said slowly.
"Does this have something to do with what Nanyi City is called?"
Mr. Mei smiled and said, "Of course, because it was here that Nan Yi was trapped by Emperor Huai with hundreds of thousands of troops. He was eventually seriously injured and fled to the northern desert."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "So that's it."
"Although it is unknown in the world today how many human armies Emperor Huai used at that time, and whether he himself took action, this is still the most glorious result achieved by secular armies against practitioners in history. People in the world are never weak. Of course it's more than just words." Mr. Mei said slowly. "Thousands of years have passed in the human world. Not only the world of cultivation is moving forward, but also the human world. The weapons and armor are sharper and the battle formations are more reasonable."
Mr. Mei said with emotion: "You have to know that in the past, the world of cultivation never participated in human affairs. However, before the Demon Emperor, Huaian was still able to suppress Huang Liang and Lu Ming for thousands of years. Naturally, The strength of human armor.”
Nan Dao turned his head and looked south.
The two hundred thousand troops should have rushed to the southern battlefield.
Mr. Mei also looked over there and said with a smile: "The reason why Nanyi City is in a stalemate now is actually very simple. Although the Eighty Thousand Sword Cultivators and the disciples of the Sword Sect are very strong, Nanyi City lacks basic defensive strength. They can only treat the Eighty Thousand Sword Cultivators as defenders of the city, but cannot take the initiative to attack, as that would be too risky."
"So the arrival of the 200,000-strong army has filled up Nanyi City's weakness in this area and freed up the 80,000 sword cultivators?"
Nan Dao said thoughtfully.
Mr. Mei said with a smile: "Yes. If I guessed correctly, there should be no more sword cultivators on top of the city."
"They will go directly to the witch ghost camp behind the army."
Nan Dao's thoughts became clearer.
Sword cultivators are naturally the sharpest weapons in the world.
Being trapped in a city and used as a shield would inevitably be extremely frustrating.
Nan Dao thought about those sword lights.
Of course a sword is meant to travel a thousand miles.
Even Liuyun Sword Sect, which advocates the core of retro-style swordsmanship, would not do such a thing as holding a sword and being trapped.
Nan Dao took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the courtyard.
Mr. Mei looked at him curiously and asked from behind: "What are you going to do?"
Nan Dao was walking in the alley with his sword on his back and said to himself: "I'm a little excited. Let's go to Jingsi Lake to wash up and calm down, so as not to be impulsive and run out of the city to die."
"..."
...
Mr. Mei is actually not right.
There will naturally be sword cultivators on top of the city.
For example, people like Lu Xiaoxiao who were injured earlier.
When Huang Liang's army launched its third attack, the 200,000-strong army finally arrived belatedly and quickly filled the defensive gap at the head of Nanyi City.
Then countless sword rays headed outside the city.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought at that time that this might look like a scene of migratory locusts crossing the border.
Very unattractive.
But war may not be aesthetic in the first place.
Some are just endless cruelty and callousness.
Lu Xiaoxiao did not follow the sword sect brothers to step on the sword wind and fall towards the rear of Huang Liang's army.
The wound on her abdomen was getting worse because it had not been properly treated.
Fortunately, she was a sword cultivator and had been using her sword intention and the vitality in the divine sea to suppress those injuries.
So when the reinforcements arrived, she stepped back and untied the hastily bandaged wounds at the back. Her abdomen was already a bloody mess.
Lu Xiaoxiao raised his sword and ignited the sword fire, then drew it against the flesh and blood.
There was an inexplicable smell of meat, Lu Xiaoxiao thought mockingly to himself.
After hurriedly treating the wound and bandaging it again, Lu Xiaoxiao stood up again with his sword in hand, standing on top of the city.
With the addition of the 200,000 troops, Nanyi City began to push back toward the outside of the city.
People stepped on the flesh and blood of their comrades and rushed forward with knives raised.
It really won't be aesthetically pleasing.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought quietly.
With an army of 200,000, plus 80,000 sword cultivators and many Sword Sect brothers from the three realms behind the path, they naturally have a strong position against the Huangliang Witch Ghost army.
What if there is no more support from Daze.
Zhang Xiaoyu and the others naturally thought the same way.
In fact, nearly half of the 300,000-strong Huangliang army outside the city had been lost in these attacks.
But those people who are witches and ghosts are really a headache.
Outside the city, the River Styx continues, and there are always people who have died standing up again amidst the ghosts and tricks.
So after the arrival of the 200,000-strong army, many sword cultivators were witches and ghosts who hurriedly crossed the battlefield and went straight to the rear of Huangliang.
The war lasted until the afternoon and ended tragically.
Lu Xiaoxiao leaned on the city wall and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the sword lights that had crossed the green mountains heading towards Nanyi City again.
There are spirit witches among the Huang Liang army.
It's something everyone knows.
However, in the previous battles, none of the spiritual wizards from Huangliang showed up.
Until those participating Wugui Taoists and Huangliang troops retreated into the swamp again.
Didn't see anyone show up.
This is what Lu Xiaoxiao cannot understand the most.
So where did they go?
...
Shuhe left outside Nanyi City early in the morning.
When Chen Nu's breath disappeared in Daze.
When it rained at night, Shuhe returned to Daze.
This vast swamp is not only mysterious to the people of Nanyi City, but also mysterious to the most devout believers of the Wuguishen Sect.
The human world has not seen that ancient place of cultivation for two thousand years.
Of course it’s not just Huaian.
Shuhe didn't know what Chennu encountered in Daze, so he followed the green mountains of Daze cautiously toward the depths.
Until they stopped at the foot of the mountain where a hasty battle had taken place.
Shuhe stopped silently.
Chennu's body lay there quietly.
He was facing downwards with two sword wounds on his body.
A sword wound was quite ferocious, causing Chen Nu's sternum to bulge forward, but the sword was not fatal.
The fatal thing was another seemingly ordinary sword wound, which passed through Chen Nu's heart cleanly, and then the sword intent spurted out, shattering all Chen Nu's internal organs.
So an old Nanchu spirit wizard died silently and silently at the foot of this mountain.
Shuhe followed some traces on the ground and walked not far away.
Then he saw the Sword Sect disciple who had been dead for a long time.
The skirt of the clothes was open, as if the wind had blown somewhere.
People who use swords rarely choose to look like their robes are fluttering.
Because when the sword light is passing through, the flapping clothes will block the vision, and the shaking clothes and cuffs will also interfere with the accuracy of the sword. Unless they have the sword to travel thousands of miles straight with their swords.
For example, a sword suddenly comes from the world.
The sword comes but the man does not come.
Only then could he look quite chic standing on the cliff with his fluttering robes.
Therefore, at the location of the battle, a sword cultivator with his clothes open was naturally very puzzling.
A disciple of the Human Sword Sect, one of the three major sword sects, would naturally not make such a mistake.
Shuhe looked at the body of the Sword Sect disciple in silence.
There was a strong aura of witch-ghost power remaining on it.
Before Shu He had time to think about anything, he suddenly looked to the north of Daze.
The wind that blew from Daze blew back again.
The wind is the sword wind, and there is sword intent in the wind, as well as extremely rich blood energy.
Shuhe only thought for a moment and realized that the yellow army outside the city had been defeated.
They are evacuating towards Daze.
Shuhe was not surprised by this.
After all, it was Nanyi City.
Huangliang has never broken through the defense of that city in thousands of years.
But this war is naturally not over yet.
Shuhe raised his head and glanced at the sky.
Those traveling formations will naturally not remain stagnant for long.
So he lowered his head and looked at the body of the Sword Sect disciple again.
I probably understand what the story is.
Someone killed this Sword Sect disciple.
Then it was placed in his body, as if a sword suddenly came from the world.
Naturally, Chennu would not take a disciple of the Sword Sect in the minor realm too seriously. The body-protecting Wuhe was an existence they found difficult to break through.
But inside the disciples of the Sword Sect, there is another person's soul.
The soul of a sorcerer.
Shuhe turned around and looked north of Daze.
When Chen Nu died, Prince Wubei went to Nanyi City.
Shuhe probably understood why Young Master Wubei went to Nanyi City at that time.
If you want to use this Sword Sect disciple as the main body of the soul, then naturally the true body cannot be exposed in front of you.
"Hua Wubei."
Shuhe read the name slowly.
Nothing was said.
It seems like a lot has been said.
Witch fire gradually ignited under the foot of the mountain.
The two silent corpses quickly disappeared into the fire.
...
Jiang Ye walked panting on the edge of the river.
Carrying his broken green cabbage sword behind him, he held senior brother Huaimin's Sleepless Sword in his arms.
We walked a long way, and then walked along the tail of the Styx River towards the Youhuang Mountains.
The previous burning of the sea of gods had caused Jiang Ye to be extremely weak now. Naturally, he would not be able to walk back to Nanyi City from the seaside.
Choosing to take a detour to the Youhuang Mountains is naturally an extremely long process.
But you can't bring two swords with you, and then run into those Huangliang shamans and ghosts, and even lose your life.
Ginger Ye walked stop-and-go on the black soil of the Youhuang Mountains, heading upward and toward the north.
Because his sword was broken, Jiang Ye, after saying sorry, took Huai Min's Sleepless Sword as a crutch, and followed the Styx River that fell between the steep mountains to the swamp, toward the Geng River. Climb up to the upper level.
Until the afternoon, the April light shines through the umbrella trees on the black soil.
Jiang Ye sat down sweating profusely, put the sword on his knees, and planned to take a rest.
Then I heard a somewhat familiar voice.
"Ah, hello, Xiao Caiye."
Jiang Ye raised his hand and held the sword. Unfortunately, the divine sea was empty. The sword intent lay lazily in the dry sea of Dao, with no intention of falling on the sword.
But after holding the sword, I feel more at ease.
Jiang Ye followed the direction of the sound and looked towards the upper end of the Styx River.
I saw a man in white sitting on a rock embedded in the black soil not far away, with his legs splayed and his hips akimbo, also panting.
Jiang Ye was stunned for a while before he remembered who this person was.
The president of Xuanxuyuan and the prime minister.
Looking at the mottled blood on his white clothes, Jiang Ye also realized that this old drunkard probably also encountered something not so wonderful.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Ye stood up, walked up with his sword in his arms, stopped under the rocks, and saluted the Prime Minister.
"Jian Zong Jiang Ye has met the dean."
Qingxiang sat on the rock, stretched his arms and swayed his legs, and said: "Don't call me dean. As the dean of Xuansheyuan, I was chased half of the Youhuang Mountains by my former student. I feel embarrassed even if I say it." .”
Jiang Ye was silent for a while and said: "Huangliangxuanxuyuan is also out of control?"
The prime minister smiled and said, "That's not true. I'm not dead yet. Which bastard dares to rebel?"
After thinking about it, I felt that this sentence was too absolute, so I added: "Maybe there will be a few."
Jiang Ye was silent for a while. Although the Prime Minister spoke very relaxedly, Jiang Ye could naturally see that he had gone through some cruel battles before he returned to Huaian.
"Has the dean fallen?" Jiang Ye felt the weak aura on the minister's body and asked with some uncertainty.
The prime minister waved his hand casually and said: "I accidentally made a mistake and let someone attack Shenhai. I had to do it as a last resort. It's just a trivial matter."
As the Prime Minister spoke, he looked at Jiang Ye and said, "Why do you look like this? What big things did you do in Daze?"
Jiang Ye looked back at Daze, then turned around and thought for a moment, then said, "Involved in some things."
"whats the matter?"
"Probably as bait, he ambushed and killed a Southern Chu spirit wizard named Chennu."
The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "It turns out that Chen Nu is also dead, which is great."
"..."
