In the wind and snow, the cicada held the sword and turned into a stream of light and flew away.
Although the bodyguard was just a commoner, a bodyguard who accompanied the emperor who was not taken seriously in the past.
But after all, those who can carry a sword still have some background as a swordsman.
At this time, facing those witches and ghosts who had no idea how to deal with them, the attendant gritted his teeth, stepped on the snow with his sword in hand, and ran to follow them.
There are swords of flowing light moving away in the wind and snow, and there are also people holding swords and leaving.
It looks like a rather separate picture.
The valet ran quickly.
But no matter how fast he ran, the sword light was still difficult to catch up with. When the attendant was still walking down the long steps, Han Chan had already pierced the leading flower with his sword.
Then, like black snow falling between the sky and the earth, the flower of ghost faces was shattered from the stamen by Haoran's sword, and turned into countless fragments of the power of witches and ghosts, falling to the world.
The valet raised his sword and ran down the long steps of His Highness in the snow. The black snow was right in front of him. Without hesitation, the valet leaned forward, raised his sword to protect his face, and was about to run through it.
Naturally, he knew very well in his heart that if a close servant like himself could not get close, he would be like an ant in front of those Nanchu witches.
And once you get close, even ants, even ants with swords, are lethal.
It's just obvious that even if the power of the Styx has been chopped into pieces by Han Chan's sword intent, the black energy that is the dispersed part is still extremely lethal.
As soon as the attendant stepped into the land where black snow fell, an extremely biting chill began to spread around him, and the skin on his body that was stained with debris from the broken ghost flowers turned into a pitch-black, necrotic appearance. .
The attendant hurriedly raised his sword and slashed at the black snow, but unfortunately the effect was not great. The black snow passed through the sword in his hand without any hindrance.
The attendant hurriedly backed away. He never thought that one day he would face such a life and death situation.
No matter what you choose, it seems to be a dead end.
Han Chan's figure emerged from the broken ghost flower, and he probably saw the attendant below who was blocked by the black snow. There was a sword coming from around him, breaking through the black snow to create a passage.
The attendant was still hesitating, but Han Chan didn't pay attention. He just stepped into the wind and snow with his sword solemnly, then turned his head to look at the eaves of a distant part of the palace, and saw Sitting there shaking his legs. Liu Sanyule, the latter nodded to him.
Some Nanchu witches have been exposed because of the broken ghost flower, and they are calming down the turbulent Wu River after the witchcraft was broken.
And more are still hidden in the palace, and one can only vaguely hear the sound of singing the magic of witches and ghosts.
The art of witches and ghosts takes a long time to develop, and the longer it is delayed, the more difficult it will be to deal with it after it takes shape.
Han Chan was not from Huangliang, nor had he experienced the battle outside Nanyi City. Naturally, he did not understand the art of witches and ghosts. Even though he could hear some faint sounds, he did not know what they were.
This was the reason why he looked at Liu Sanyue before.
Unfortunately, the latter seems to have misunderstood.
But he probably didn't mean anything wrong, and Liu Sanyue wouldn't have any answer.
Although he stayed in Huangliang for a long time, after all, he was once a drowned dog.
If you don’t understand, how can I understand?
At this moment, the attendant who was left in the wind and snow on the ground seemed to see Han Chan's hesitation, and he shouted loudly while carrying his sword through the land of black snow.
"Your Majesty, the Luoxing Palace in the South is calling for spirits!"
Even if people in the world do not understand the art of witchcraft and ghosts, they still understand that killing people first kills those who summon spirits.
Otherwise, once the soul-calling technique takes shape, there will be people returning over and over again in the Styx, and it will be a downright bitter battle.
Hearing this, Han Chan turned his head and looked to the south. There was a large hall buried in the wind and snow. As he listened carefully, he could vaguely hear some chants of "The soul has returned and returned to its former residence."
Han Chan looked stern, and the figure standing in the sky in the wind and snow turned into sword light again, and went straight to that place.
And those Nanchu witches also understood this. Han Chan's figure was stopped in mid-air by the formed witchcraft. There was dusk snow in the Cangshan Mountains, clouds flowing across the sky, and the extreme power brought by the gloomy witch ghost Styx River. Beautiful images are obviously extremely rich and destructive. Although these are not ghost arts that have been sung for a longer time, after all, there are many witches in Nanchu. One big witch's technique cannot stop Han Chan. Dozens of big shaman's techniques can naturally make Han Chan deal with it.
It's just that Han Chan is a member of Liuyun Sword Sect.
The Liuyun sword cultivator with the sword in his hand is naturally extremely powerful. Even if he is a member of the Taoist sect, he will not fight with him personally.
The sword in his hand drags the flowing light and moves, like the flowing clouds and moonlight, a brilliant scene.
Whether it was Cangxuexiayun or the counter-flowing Wu River, they were all cut off by the sword in Han Chan's hand, and an extremely clean path was created by the magic of those witches and ghosts.
Although Han Chan lost to Qi Jingyuan in Minghefang Waichang Street, it was probably because of his lack of understanding of Jian Yuan's cultivation. Between the two of them, Qi Jingyuan would have to deal with the current situation. More difficult.
After all, compared to the cultivation of sword intention, the cultivation of sword power lacks the ability to protect oneself.
That flash of sword light broke through the magic of witches and ghosts that briefly gathered and then dispersed, falling towards the soul-calling hall again.
However, at this time, the second flower reaching the sky bloomed again in the wind and snow high in the human world.
In today's snowy battle, there is naturally the art of haste and the art of completeness.
The sky-reaching flower came in a hurry before, but this one obviously didn't. It blocked the sky and the sun, the wind and snow swayed, and the deep singing of hundreds of Southern Chu witches made the whole palace feel like it was night.
Or perhaps, the twilight has already faded, and night has come long ago.
The change in the image of heaven and earth made it difficult for Han Chan to tell time.
Surrounded by countless black energy, the powder of ghost flowers falls to the world.
Han Chan's figure stagnated for a while, and then he didn't intend to pay attention to such a ghost flower. He went straight to Huanglong to interrupt those soul-calling techniques.
But the next moment, his figure appeared in a large area of the Styx.
Han Chan sighed in his heart.
After all, there is strength in numbers.
These are not three thousand soldiers, but three thousand Southern Chu witches. Maybe there may not be many great witches among them, but the skills of witches and ghosts often change in groups. Even he can't defeat the witches and ghosts for a while.
In an instant, the Styx River was filled with ghost magic reaching the sky. It was obvious that this was already a magic technique that descended into the underworld.
When people of the witch-ghost way have enough time to bring the art of descending to the underworld to the human world, it means that the offensive and defensive situation has changed.
Han Chan did not try to break the situation again, but stood alone in front of him with his sword three feet wide.
He has something to wait for.
For example, Qi Jingyuan and the others in the false capital, or the Tianxia Xuanxuyuan outside the false capital.
Three thousand Nanchu witches were the main force that attacked Nanyi City in the first place. Hanchan could not defeat them on his own.
Even Liu Chunfeng only faced nearly a hundred people in Minghefang.
In an instant, under the Styx River and the Flower of the Sky, Han Chan stood guard with his sword across his body, constantly walking through the empty space of the Styx River in the human world, escaping from the attacks of the power of the witches and ghosts and the power of the Styx River.
The snow-colored cloak seemed quite obstructive at this time.
Han Chan briefly let go of the sword in his hand, wielding it with sword intent, wrapping it around him, cutting off the power of the witches and ghosts that fell three feet away from him, and then quickly tied up those wide sleeves.
But the next moment, his mind became a little dazed.
He hurriedly grasped the sword, used the sound of the sword to shake away those lingering sounds, and woke up again.
In front of them were many great shamans of Southern Chu with indifferent expressions. Traces of the art of traveling across the river under their feet were flickering.
He is holding the secret of imprisonment in his hand.
The ghost magic detention is a technique to extract the soul. In Huangliang, where the power of the Styx is particularly strong, the impact of such a technique is naturally more powerful.
Even the cold cicadas on the four stacks of the avenue were lost for a moment, and the sword energy around them almost disappeared.
Fortunately, he reacted, held the sword in his hand, and cut off the restraining hand jointly exerted by dozens of great witches. Then he sneered and looked at the Nanchu witches whose witch marks had not yet dissipated under their feet.
"Even people from the Taoist sect don't dare to get so close to our Liuyun Sword Sect people. How dare you, people from the Witch Ghost Sect?"
The expressions of those Nanchu witches changed, but this time, they didn't even have time to show the traces of their journey.
The Liuyun sword cultivator who was still far away just now appeared in front of everyone.
Ye Yu struck out with his sword, and people seemed to hear the whine of many cicadas.
Then the body and head were in a different place.
Han Chan killed several Nanchu witches with one sword strike, and in this snowstorm, blood finally began to appear.
Even though the ghost technique has an extreme momentum, it is just like the Liuyun Sword Sect's favorite saying.
Everyone, you are too close to me.
The sword intention flows across the sky, and in a very short distance, the three-foot sword in the hand is much faster than the sword intention.
Han Chan's figure flickered.
Those Nanchu witches who appeared near Hanchan and tried to disturb their minds with detention techniques have all died.
At this point, someone's head flew towards the sky and finished chanting the extremely short witchcraft of traveling across the sky.
Then Wuhen flashed and sent his headless body far away, and then fell slumped into the River Styx.
After this incident, those Nanchu witches obviously learned the lesson and hid far away, never getting close to Han Chan.
Although the world knows that people from Liuyun Sword Sect should not get close.
But knowing is knowing.
You have to experience it personally to understand the chill of such a sword.
At the same time, outside the Styx River in an instant.
The servant of His Majesty was still holding his sword and running through the wind and snow in the world.
The battlefield was brought into the Momentary River Styx, and no one in the world paid attention to it anymore.
Maybe no one paid attention to it.
It's just that the aftermath of those battles is still something that the attendants cannot bear.
The twilight color of the Cangshan Mountain in the human world has not dissipated. The sky in the distance is already covered in night and snow, but it still feels like dusk in the palace.
In the dusk, the door of the main hall was slowly opened.
Lanli, who was dressed in a black emperor's robe, walked out of the palace under the protection of the Nanchu witch. He stood in the wind and snow in front of the palace, looking at the extremely small figure from a distance. He quickly passed through the wind and snow with his sword. On the palace road, the attendants climbed over the guardrails of the main hall.
I don't know why, but looking at that scene, His Majesty, who was only one step away from the throne of the King of Chu, suddenly looked furious, and raised his hand with great hatred at the attendant running in the wind and snow in the distance.
"Kill him for me!"
The Nanchu witches behind him did not take action, but said solemnly: "This is against the rules, Your Majesty."
"Is he following the rules? He is Gu's subject, but he fights for the traitor. Shouldn't he die?"
Lanli turned around and looked angrily at Nanchu Wu behind him.
Nanchu Wu said calmly: "That is the king's business."
Lanli looked at everyone with anger for a long time, then turned back and angrily smashed the white jade guardrail in front of him.
It is a taboo in the world for people in the spiritual world to take action against the world.
Although Huang Liang and Huai'an are now separated in the human world, after all, this is a human world that has been under the strong wind for a thousand years.
Whether it is the ancient tradition of not bullying the young in the world, or paying respect to the things in the world, Huang Liang has already accepted this rule.
Unless such a servant could really stand in front of them with a sword and truly threaten their lives, they would naturally have no reason to take action against him.
Lan Li spent a long time, but still couldn't calm down the anger, but when he turned his head to look at the night world outside the palace.
That kind of anger is getting stronger and stronger.
He felt like he was about to be set on fire.
"Rebellious ministers and traitors, rebellious ministers and traitors!"
No matter how angry he was, His Majesty could only curse the world in front of the palace.
And in the snowy night.
Many people are coming to the palace.
.......
When the world was frightened in the dusk, it was not a black ghost flower blooming above the palace.
Instead, some sword sounds resounded in the sky, and then the wind and snow that had lasted for a long time were disrupted by the sword intention and spread into the human world in great chaos.
People turned their heads in panic to look at the palace that had been peaceful for countless years.
He saw the power of witches and ghosts surging in the wind and snow, and also saw a sword light that kept breaking through the power of witches and ghosts.
All lies are floating around.
When everyone saw such a vast scene, they subconsciously echoed this sentence in their hearts.
So he abandoned his umbrella and all the cumbersome things, hurriedly held his head and fled in all directions on the streets, for fear that such a story would fall from the palace to the world and affect them.
The palace is in the north, and everyone is heading south.
But among the chaotic flow of people running away, there are many people going against the current.
Like a large current reef.
People stopped in a daze and looked at Lord Fengchang who was walking with Jing Zhaoyin and Mr. Su of Xuansheyuan.
The reason why people in the world can recognize him today is because the old man finally put on the Fengchang clothes that he had not worn for many years.
The clothing that represents the gods of etiquette and the etiquette of the ancestral temple is naturally different from other official uniforms.
It was like a witch's robe, but more worldly than a witch's robe. It was like a big cloak, but it had many more patterns than a big cloak that had accumulated thousands of years of civilization.
Calm and floating in the wind and snow, standing on the long street leading to the palace, facing thousands of people, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his sleeves.
Some people didn't know what it was, while others were keenly aware of an ancient order hanging at the end of such a roll of bamboo slips.
It’s not Gu Chu’s order.
But the order of the gale.
Many years ago, there was a rebellion in Huangliang, and His Majesty the Emperor of that generation participated in it, and then was sent to Huangliang when he was executed by Huaidu's decree.
People looked at the old man Jiu Si who was supposed to be in the palace in fear, and seemed to finally understand something.
However, Master Fengchang just looked calm, stood in the chaos of wind and snow, unfolded the bamboo slips, and said loudly:
"Accompanying the capital Lanli is not the property of a divine weapon. The envoys of the Nine Cauldrons sit quietly in the world and watch. If there is no chaos, then you can become an emperor. However, being unethical and violating the holy words of hanging Gong; fighting chaos in the world will lead to ruin. Evil intentions. He is not the master of the world's saints, but a thief who confuses the world. He overturns the world and alienates all spirits. This can be said to be the death of both humans and gods, and heaven and earth cannot tolerate it. Today, the courtyard of Xuanxu educates the world. It accepts the emperor's will from above and inherits life from below. It is the destiny of the people to clear the rivers and mountains, to support the buildings and turn the tide. Today, I will come to Beijing and the world to prove it!"
The people of the world were horrified, and only then did they understand what the story in the fake capital was like.
It turned out that from beginning to end, no one stood on Guo Lanli's side.
At the same time, Qi Jingyuan, the master of the Xuexuyuan Sword Academy who came with a sword, also came out with his sword.
He bowed, raised his hand to accept the order, and said in a deep voice: "Xuanshuyuan is ordered."
The false rumors in the capital have reached their peak.
All the fleeing people stopped in the street in a daze.
Deep in the snowy night.
Countless sword lights and daofeng came from outside the city and fell into the snowy world. The defenders outside the city gave up their resistance after hastily resisting for a while.
The false capital is wide open.
All kinds of wind and snow in the world are coming into the city.
Many xuanshuyuan discussed it together.
This is something the world has never imagined.
People are seeing those sword lights that are like sparks piercing the sky and heading north.
Perhaps only now can we truly understand the power of Xuansheyuan in the human world.
Such an academy, which dominates the world with culture, has already become a behemoth that can shake the entire south in a thousand years.
Of course they can enter Beijing.
But some internal turbulence needs to be cleared.
More importantly, they need a good reason.
Obviously, now there is.
When the people in the false capital saw the witchcraft and ghosts that had emerged in the false capital, they realized something.
Three thousand people who are witches and ghosts should not enter the capital.
These are the rules that humans should have.
Even if the false capital serves as a companion capital, it is impossible for the false capital to accept all those Nanchu witches entering the capital.
However, when the descendant of the former emperor who was promoted by Xuanxuyuan stepped into the palace, and those witchcraft and ghost techniques appeared in the palace, the world understood the stories in the palace.
People's gains and losses often require someone's guidance.
Xuanxu Academy has its own popular support. As an academy that has not collected any money from its students for thousands of years, it is natural that it enjoys the support of the people all over the world.
So when the words of conquest spread from the mouth of Master Feng Chang to the world.
Everyone takes it for granted.
Because His Majesty in the palace did do such a thing.
Then the calm flow of the world began to have a direction.
People began to worry about whether such a descendant of the late emperor could survive the hands of the three thousand witches and ghosts in the palace.
