Song Bufan raised his eyebrows and already took a stance.
Zhao Qixing gently pushed the sword forward, and the peach wood sword moved slowly and gently towards Song Bufan.
However, as the mahogany sword got closer and closer, Song Bufan's expression became increasingly unpleasant.
After all, he still misjudged the strength of this sword.
No matter what, he would never have thought that his junior brother was not only much higher than him in Taoism, but also in terms of swordsmanship, Zhao Qixing was still higher than him at this time.
Facing the sword handed over by Zhao Qixing, Song Bufan wanted to give it a try, but in the end, he just took a step back and slowly lowered his hand.
Zhao Qixing's original intention was not to kill anyone. Seeing that Song Bufan had given up, he stopped taking action.
Song Bufan put away his swords and said with a smile, "This is the path you should take."
Zhao Qixing remained silent.
"Junior brother, everyone takes a different path. You can't control me, just like I can't control you."
Song Bufan thought to himself and said, "You can stop me now, and you can in the future, but if you stop me thousands of times, I think it will be difficult for me to change my determination."
Zhao Qixing nodded and said nothing.
Song Bufan's determination is now known to everyone. He has devoted all his efforts for the rest of his life on this road. If you tell him that this determination cannot be realized at this time, he will never listen, even if he waits. Even when he realizes that he can't achieve it, he still won't give up.
A person can probably only do one thing well in a lifetime.
Song Bufan wanted to become a Taoist master in the first half of his life, but he failed to do it well.
In the second half of his life, he will build an ideal country according to his own determination. He has already failed once and will do this well no matter what.
Even if it means death.
But as long as I am alive, I will keep doing it.
This is probably what makes Zhao Qixing envious.
There are always people who can go against the grain.
Zhao Qixing sighed, took back the mahogany sword, and sat down again.
The wind and snow gradually increased.
Zhao Qixing gently swept away the snowflakes on his forehead, looked at Song Bufan, and asked softly a question that he was very concerned about: "Brother, even if you know you will die, do you still do it?"
Song Bufan hummed and reached out to take a piece of snowflake, "I sometimes want to try to see if we cultivators can compete with this world."
Probably because of this heart-to-heart talk and the sword handed out by Zhao Qixing, Song Bufan gained new insights.
Those who practice Taoism should be able to achieve great things by relying on the luck of heaven.
But at this moment, Song Bufan gradually realized that he seemed to have entered a dead end from the beginning.
In a daze, he thought of the human sword cultivator.
He never borrows any luck from heaven.
Because that human sword cultivator has always scorned the way of heaven. In his eyes, he is the way of heaven. What does the mysterious way of heaven have to do with him?
The two of them sat on the ground like this, with snowflakes on their heads. In the end, no one said anything, just waiting quietly for what would happen next.
In the city of Kyoto, Guan Jing stood on top of the city, watching the vanguard troops who had already left the city standing together with the sixth floor of the Quanwuhui who was already approaching the city.
However, the vanguard army did not resist for long, and soon lost more than half of their troops. They had no choice but to look for opportunities to retreat to the city.
On top of the city, there is another person standing, wearing golden armor, with a scar at the corner of his eye, and his skin is dark, as if he has been baptized by the years, his name is Yuan Zhenshan.
A messenger quickly came to Yuan Zhenshan and whispered a few words. Yuan Zhenshan's face looked a little ugly. He just waved his hand helplessly and asked the soldier to get off the city first. Then he thought about it in his heart and then came gently. Go to Guan Jing's side.
Yuan Zhenshan said with some embarrassment: "There are more casualties than expected. I'm afraid the vanguard army...has withdrawn from this battle."
Guan Jing smiled faintly and looked at Yuan Zhen
Shan shook his head and said: "Old Yuan, among my lieutenants, you were the one I thought most highly of, so I dared to hand over the Kyoto army to you with confidence. Now it seems that my vision is not that bad."
This Yuan Zhenshan was the original coach of the Kyoto Army.
He was one of the first people to follow Guan Jing back then. He experienced various battles on the border. Later, he was single-handedly promoted by Guan Jing to become the head coach of the Kyoto Army. He could be regarded as a phoenix.
However, some people may be good as deputy generals, but whether they can be the commander of an army is another matter.
Especially in Kyoto, a place full of people and sophistication.
It is not that Yuan Zhenshan is unaware of the secret activities of some military camps below, but Yuan Zhenshan is only a second-grade official. Naturally, he is quickly suppressed by officials of the same level or one level higher, so most of the time he can only turn a blind eye. One eye passed.
After Guan Jing came back, he took over Yuan Zhenshan's Kyoto Army and quickly shuffled the Kyoto Army's internal ranks. Many of the battalions that were doing things secretly were directly eliminated by Guan Jing without mercy.
But after all, the time is still too short. It is good that Guan Jing can achieve this step.
Yuan Zhenshan didn't defend himself. This was the case when he followed Guan Jing. Winning is winning, losing is losing. What's the use of making so many excuses?
Guan Jing asked: "Yuan Zhenshan, what other military camps in the Kyoto army can stop them for half an hour?"
Yuan Zhenshan's face became increasingly embarrassed, because Guan Jing was talking about blocking, not destroying the enemy.
And it only takes half an hour.
Doesn't this mean that he has denied his own Kyoto army from the bottom of his heart?
But Yuan Zhenshan still replied: "How about letting Jin Yiwei give it a try?"
Guan Jing nodded, waved his hand and said, "I will do as you say, and also let me test how much effort you have lost in leading troops to fight after living comfortably in Kyoto for so many years."
Yuan Zhenshan took the order and left, and soon brought a group of more than 30 troops to the city.
More than thirty people were all wearing golden armor, and the weapons they held were also golden spears. Especially on the chest, there was a small Suan Ni pattern engraved on it, which was indeed worthy of the title of Golden Ni Guard.
This group of golden guards can be regarded as Yuan Zhenshan's last confidence.
Most of the other military camps were done by others, but this Golden Guard was trained by him alone.
Yuan Zhenshan personally went into battle, and the Golden Guards rushed out of the city in a mighty manner, and soon they were engaged in a fierce battle with the Quanwuhui Sixth Floor who was about to enter the city.
It has to be said that Jin Yiwei does have some strength. With only more than thirty people, he forced the sixth floor back a hundred feet.
Yuan Zhenshan holds a golden sword. He does not keep walking around the battlefield on horseback to direct the battle like those battlefield commanders. Instead, he rushes to the front, rushes into the formation, slashes left and right, and in an instant The golden sword with its handle has also been stained red with blood.
Gold and red, it looks luxurious, but it is terrifying.
Yuan Zhenshan has been at ease for so many years, and his skill in leading troops in battle is indeed not as good as before, but he is not as good as a phoenix on the ground. At this moment, he is still like a deputy general at the border, charging the most bravely and killing the most. carefree.
Guan Jing nodded silently on the city wall.
Of course he was not mistaken. With so many lieutenants under his command, there was some truth in why he could recommend Yuan Zhenshan to be the head coach of the Kyoto Army.
In this way, half an hour is indeed more than enough.
After the sixth floor, there were six people standing at the back. Looking at the extremely fierce Yuan Zhenshan, they all showed evil smiles. One person suddenly asked: "The one with the knife in the first place seems to have some strength. Why don't I go and meet him for a while?" he?"
Another person immediately said dissatisfied: "Xue Yi, your attack on the city is the most fierce, so you should be restrained in taking the credit, right?"
Xueyi laughed and said, "Yam Luo, don't you understand the principle of first come first served?"
While the two were talking, one person saw that he had walked far away, then turned around and said, "I'll go."
Before anyone else could speak, that person had already slapped Yuan Zhenshan.
The people at the back all bared their teeth, wondering how they could let this guy take the credit.
Among the current sixth-floor owners, five of them are secretly trained by Qin Qinglin. As soon as the owner who stands on the bright side dies, they will come out to take over. Therefore, privately they all have the same code name as the previous owner.
Only the person who struck out at Yuan Zhenshan was not their dark master.
Gu Xiaotian may have an impression of this poster.
The former deputy owner and landlord of Jinyu Tower.
After that battle, the landowner did not die, but found a place to recuperate. It seemed that he encountered some good opportunities, and his realm jumped up. When he came back, he had broken through to the Wu Chi realm, and he naturally took over. About the Jinyu Tower.
Yuan Zhenshan looked at the landlord who was slapping him, and without saying a word, he drew his sword directly towards the landlord and drew out a sword.
The landowner leaned slightly to one side, like a swimming fish, and was extremely flexible, dodging the sword, and the palm hit Yuan Zhenshan right in the heart.
Yuan Zhenshan immediately flew back on horseback, and his golden armor also had some cracks.
The landlord kept moving his palms, and each palm contained endless energy. At this moment, the energy and blood were like an abyss, and the domineering blood energy seemed even more terrifying at this moment.
After Yuan Zhenshan fought with the landlord for three or two rounds, he gradually became unable to resist.
He and the landlord actually belong to the same realm, but there are also differences between the same realms.
Yuan Zhenshan is not that kind of so-called genius. He worked hard all his life and finally had the opportunity to become a martial artist. However, his martial arts path has stagnated since then and he can only stay in the middle of the martial arts. There is no hope of breaking through to the martial arts in this life. .
Now, Yuan Zhenshan is engaged in the art of war, and he is very satisfied to be able to stay in the middle stage of martial arts.
But at this moment, the landlord is like a half-step martial arts saint, and the difference is not just as simple as a small realm.
Yuan Zhenshan's golden sword had long been smashed to pieces by the landlord, and his golden armor was even more battered by the palm. His chest surged, and he spit out several mouthfuls of dirty blood.
The landlord had already reached Yuan Zhenshan, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and slapped Yuan Zhenshan's head with his palm.
Yuan Zhenshan lamented, but he was not so regretful.
As a soldier, dying on the battlefield is an extremely honorable thing.
But at this moment, the landlord suddenly stopped, looked at Yuan Zhenshan with wide eyes, and then vomited a large mouthful of blood and sprayed it on Yuan Zhenshan's face.
Yuan Zhenshan looked down slightly and saw a sword stuck in the landlord's heart.
The landlord slowly fell down, and behind him, there were still two people standing.
The young man with the sword and the young Emperor.
The young man holding the sword smiled and joked: "Commander Yuan, you must repay me for this life-saving grace when the war is over."
