"Click!"
From above the clouds, the sound of chains clashing was heard.
"Wow!"
The surrounding clouds were completely cleared away by the cone-shaped airflow split by the sharp blade, and in an instant, it was cloudless!
A transparent Wan Zhang knife appears completely in the ninth heaven!
"Boom!"
The fifth sound of thunder.
I saw the knife suddenly sinking down!
"boom!"
The space seemed to be split in half, and the world in Jia Qianyu's eyes seemed to be out of place!
After just a pause, the knife began to move towards Jizhou City at a terrifying speed!
"Ouch!"
In a daze, Jia Qianyu seemed to hear an old wail.
It seems to be the desperate cry of an old man on the upper reaches of the river of time when he is dying.
The shouts flowed down the long river of time, and after tens of millions of years, they echoed at this moment!
"boom!"
However, the knife on the head of Jizhou City fell down ruthlessly.
Cut Jizhou City in half!
Countless tall buildings began to collapse, and desperate calls for help could be vaguely heard in the city.
Smoke and dust filled the sky over this dead city and lingered for a long time.
"Jizhou City...is dead?"
At this moment, Jia Qianyu had a ridiculous idea in his mind.
The city is dead, like the people, dead.
The light shrouding Jizhou City dissipated, and the five tall buildings in Penglai Ancient City gradually lost their luster and returned to their simple and unpretentious appearance.
Until evening, a blood-red sunset rose above the ruins of Jizhou.
The five tall buildings glowed again.
"Buzz!"
Along with the sound that made the whole world feel horrified, it appeared again, and the endless blood clouds continued to sink into Penglai City.
On the third day of August, Jizhou City was destroyed.
When night comes, the bright moon shines on the ruins, and there are sparkling waves!
Among the ruins, transparent liquids scattered everywhere seemed to be alive, surging among the rubble.
Several liquids found companions among each other and finally merged together.
Then something amazing happened.
The liquid continued to gather, gradually grew in size, and then transformed into a human form.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the humanoid liquid solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Kaka!"
In the end, he turned into a stone man.
Among the ruins, the stone man army is reborn!
"Roar!"
There was a roar, and the stone men scattered everywhere looked in the same direction.
Two hours later, on the official road outside the ruins, an army of 200,000 stone men gathered and continued to march north!
Further north on the official road, Jia Qianyu caught up with Zhao Zhen who had taken the first step.
"drive!"
Hearing the sound from behind, Zhao Zhen reined in his horse and stopped, waiting for Jia Qianyu.
"Master Jia, there is something to gain."
Thinking of the catastrophe during the day, Jia Qianyu was still in shock.
"City Lord Zhao, as you said, Penglai is being reborn."
The corners of Zhao Zhen's mouth sank.
"If that's the case, then it won't just swallow a city and a pond and then give up."
The commander of the black-armored army on the side also looked solemn.
"I'm afraid that Penglai and the world have become immortal."
Later, Jia Qianyu relayed to Zhao Zhen what he saw during the day, word for word.
Zhao Zhen looked extremely sad.
"Penglai's methods are beyond imagination, but it seems that only by occupying the city through the stone army first, can the five high-rise buildings take over the city. At least, we understand it a little better."
Jia Qianyu remained silent and used a city as bait. The information he learned was valuable, but the price was ultimately heavy.
The commander of the black-armored army took out a carrier pigeon, tied the letter to his leg, and let it fly.
The homing pigeon then flew toward the southeast.
Jia Qianyu frowned slightly, but didn't speak.
It’s early morning on the fourth day of August.
The Qingzhou Army is marching westward.
A homing pigeon flew into the military camp.
"City Lord! War reports are coming from the north!"
Zhao Lan took the carrier pigeon and handed it to Bu Qingwen who was standing aside.
Bu Qingwen slowly unfolded the letter paper and saw four words written on it.
Settled in Jizhou.
Not long after, another homing pigeon came from the west and disappeared into the military camp.
The news coming this time is:
The Second Sage has read the story told by Mr. Bu and agreed to take over Penglai and help Mr. Bu become one of the five. The Second Sage said that this is what they owe the Gu family.
Bu Qingwen crumbled the letter, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.
"What's wrong? The plan went smoothly. Is there anything wrong?"
Zhao Lan saw that Bu Qingwen was worried, so he asked.
There was a cloud between Bu Qingwen's brows, and he sighed and looked to the east.
"In the past few days, I have a strange feeling that he is not dead."
Zhao Lan was surprised
"It's impossible. Liang Gong saw him entering Taiyang City with his own eyes. There is absolutely no chance of survival."
Bu Qingwen's eyes were slightly lowered.
"hope so."
August 4th.
Chang Sheng and Yan Sihai went to Kunlun and passed through Xiangxi Prefecture on their way back to Qingzhou.
"I don't know what's going on with my brother in Youzhou, and my sister-in-law who hasn't passed away yet."
Inside the Yuelai Inn, Chang Sheng held his chin with his left hand and looked around blankly.
Yan Sihai pressed his fingers on Chang Sheng's right hand with a serious expression.
Soon, he retracted his fingers and looked at Chang Sheng strangely.
"It's strange. Except that there is no trace of internal force in the body, everything else is normal. Shengwazi, your illness is cured."
Chang Sheng rolled his eyes.
"To put it bluntly, I felt it myself."
Yan Sihai shook his head slightly, as if puzzled.
"Your illness comes from the blood of an immortal. Now you are still a mortal. How could you suddenly be cured?"
Chang Sheng turned his head and looked at Yan Sihai for a long time.
"Isn't this a good thing?"
"So how are you feeling now? Is there anything abnormal?"
Chang Sheng patted his chest and asked:
"Do you think something's wrong with me?"
"Hey, have you heard that Jizhou was defeated?"
In the inn, more than a dozen Jianghu guests were in groups, discussing the war on the front line from time to time.
"Since Jizhou has been defeated, the north may not be safe."
A swordsman sighed repeatedly.
"What are you afraid of? There are Jiajiazhuang and Chushi Villa in the north, so it's not easy to lose."
At another table, there was a big man with a bare back and his voice was like a bell.
"It's better to worry about ourselves. In our western martial arts world, Jiange's power is no longer what it used to be. If Xiangxi Prefecture's army is defeated, Jiajiazhuang and Chu's Villa will not be able to protect it."
Another swordsman drank alone and poured cold water on everyone.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the inn became dull.
"Snapped!"
A young man in purple slapped the table and said angrily
"What are you afraid of? We, the Jianghu people, cultivate ourselves and practice martial arts in order to defeat the strong and support the weak, so as to ensure the peace of the country. Now that the enemy is facing us, it is the time for us to show off our skills. The Penglai Stone Army is just a group of people. Why should we be afraid of piles of rubble?"
At the same table as him, there was a man and a woman of similar age, all wearing purple clothes, as if they were from the same sect.
The young man's majestic declaration attracted everyone's attention to their table.
The girl was a little cautious. She secretly pulled the boy's corner and whispered:
"Brother!"
"The young man is quite bloody. I don't know what sect he comes from. I have never seen him."
The young man in purple clothes was full of ambition, with an upright look on his face. Regardless of his junior sister's obstruction, he glanced around and said loudly:
"I am the thirteenth generation disciple of Langhuan Sword Residence, Xu Jingfeng."
"Langhuan Sword Residence? I've never heard of it."
"I know that it is a small sect in Yanzhou. It is said that a future sect leader of their sect went to Kunlun three years ago and never came back. At this time, it also caused a sensation in Yanzhou."
People in the martial arts world are at home in all directions, and news reaches all directions. With your words, you can get a rough idea of the sect that Xu Jingfeng belongs to.
On Chang Sheng's side, Yan Sihai was a little confused.
"Langhuan Sword Residence? Why does this name sound familiar?"
"Have you heard of it?"
Chang Sheng said.
Yan Sihai looked hesitant.
"Maybe I have treated people from their sect before, but I really can't remember."
Chang Sheng waved his hand and looked at Xu Jingfeng with interest, seemingly not interested in Yan Sihai's words.
"If you can't think of it, don't think about it. It's not a big deal."
At this time, another young man from the Langhuan Jianju trio saw that his senior brother Xu Jingfeng was too arrogant, so he had to come out to smooth things over.
"Seniors, I am Langhuan Jianju Song Yu. My three brothers and sisters are new to the world and have little experience in the world. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me."
As he spoke, he picked up a glass of wine.
"This glass of wine should be considered as apology for senior brother."
Then drink it all in one gulp.
"These three young men are quite interesting. While the senior brother is fierce and outspoken, the junior brother is considerate in his actions. The junior sister looks on without saying a word, but her internal strength is the highest among the three. She is about to cross the threshold of passing the core level."
Yan Sihai clicked his tongue in surprise.
People who can make a fortune in the world are not that narrow-minded. I just thought that Xu Jingfeng was inexperienced and didn't bother to argue with him.
But there are always exceptions.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and everyone looked over.
A young man in brocade clothes walked slowly down the stairs.
The young man looked a little haggard, and his whole face looked a little gloomy.
"Ahem, I heard you talking nonsense upstairs, aren't you afraid of dirtying the ears of the heroes?"
When Xu Jingfeng saw the young master in brocade clothes, the anger in his eyes almost burst out.
He couldn't help but lean forward, but Song Yu held him back, shaking her head silently at him.
"It's better that your junior brother understands the rules, Xu Jingfeng, don't make such a fuss in other people's territory."
"Chun Nanjun, don't go too far!"
Xu Jingfeng's face turned red and he stared at the young master in brocade clothes.
"Senior brother..."
At this time, the reserved junior sister stood up and took Xu Jingfeng's hand.
Xu Jingfeng was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something, but saw his junior sister's eyes fixed on the young master named Chu Nanjun.
Chu Nanjun also looked at his junior sister. The two looked at each other, and for a moment, everything seemed to be still.
"It seems that the little girl has feelings for this young man."
Yan Sihai showed a lewd smile, but was slapped on the shoulder by Chang Sheng.
"Get rid of your old and disrespectful behavior."
Yan Sihai Road
"Don't believe it, they have something to do."
He covered the little junior sister's eyes with one hand, standing between her and Chu Nanjun.
The little junior sister took a look and saw that it was senior brother Xu Jingfeng.
"Junior sister!"
Seeing the reproach in Xu Jingfeng's eyes, the junior sister lowered her gaze, feeling a little frustrated.
Then Xu Jingfeng looked at Chu Nanjun with hostility, his expression clearly saying, stay away from my junior sister.
