Nightfall

Footsteps sounded behind Jun Mo. []

Except for the four senior brothers holding the Heshanpan, the rest of the academy rushed out from under the iron canopy.

Brother Six held the hammer and stared at Liu Bai, who was more than ten feet away.

Beiyang Weiyang and Ximen are not confused about holding Qin and Xiao, standing on both sides of Junmo's body.

They all knew that even if Liu Bai was seriously injured, as long as this person wielded a sword and left the iron canopy, they were still dead, but they still rushed over.

Because Brother Two needed them at this time.

Wang Chi took the medicine box and prepared palely.

Muyou took the needle and was ready to stop the bleeding for Junmo, but her hands were trembling a bit. Looking at his broken shoulder, she felt as if her own arm had been cut off and it hurt.

Jun Mo looked at the teardrop on her eyelashes and stretched her left hand to flick past the wound.

Fingers www.7ket flicked, tears fell, and several pure heaven and earth vitality were like the most wonderful medical sage hands, covering his broken shoulder with an invisible net, and the blood stopped instantly.

Wang Zhi was in a state of peace, dumping the wound medicine on his wound like filling a levee, preparing to bandage ... Liu Bai looked at the scene of more than ten feet away and did nothing.

Suddenly, he had a deeper understanding of the strength of the academy.

He said, "I have a few questions."

Junmo let the six younger brothers give up and looked at him not far away and said, "Please speak."

Liu Bai asked: "I gave you the opportunity at the beginning, why don't you retreat?"

Jun Mo said: "You challenged the Nanhai sword **** back then, obviously not an opponent, why didn't you retreat?"

Liu Bai said in a little silence, "reasonable."

Jun Mo said: "It's reasonable, so don't retreat."

Liu Bai sighed and said, "At the end of paying such a heavy price, I still didn't kill me. At this moment, I can't help but think I'm worthless for you."

Jun Mo said, "You can't fight anymore because of an arm injury. It's worth it."

Liu Bai said: "No matter how heavy the sword wound is, I can't regenerate my broken arm. I can't fight at this time. It's just a matter of time. It's a matter of a lifetime if you don't have the right hand holding the sword."

"Use the thing of one lifetime. Change the thing of the moment. I did lose, but in this battle of the Qingxia, I won, because even if I only have half my life left, I can still defend the Qingxia, and You have to leave. "

Jun Mo looked at him and said, "Because you are too strong. So you want to do a lot of things, so you value living a lot, so you are seriously injured. You must return to Jiange to recover."

Liu Bai looked at him quietly and suddenly smiled, not thinking about the moment of losing both sides. The other party actually saw what he was pursuing and said, "You should also value it."

Jun Mo said: "Why value it?"

Liu Bai said: "The millennium of the Tang Dynasty is not as fast as the road of monasticism. Since that is the case, what can we value besides ourselves?"

"Everyone's commitment. It's him who values ​​himself, and he values ​​commitment."

Jun Mo's eyes crossed Liu Bai's body, over the quiet carriage, and landed on the mighty temple army in the southern wilderness. He said: "I promised that as long as I was still standing, no one could cross the Qingxia. "

Liu Bai said: "In the end, it would be a pity if you die in those Xiaoxiao hands."

"Try your best, don't ask the way, no regrets."

Jun Mo said: "And you haven't been able to kill me, who can kill me?"

Liu Bai looked at him with blood bathing, carrying an iron sword, and suddenly felt that he had seen another person.

"I seemed to see Mr. Ke at the time."

Liu Bai said: "Yesterday I was born with regret, and I should have shot and killed you at the beginning of the battle of the Qingxia, but at this time I was fortunate. Before you died, let out more glory in this field."

After saying this, he turned and walked towards the quiet carriage.

The carriage gradually moved away, Junmo withdrew his gaze and looked at his left hand.

A ring of red rope was attached to his left ring finger, which was wet with blood and a little tight.

His eyes continued to fall, falling on the broken arm, falling on the iron sword.

I don't know whether it was because of excessive blood loss or the loss of mental energy, and his face was very pale.

Looking at the broken arm and the iron sword, he was silent for a long time, and he didn't know what he was thinking ... At this point in the battle of the Qingxia, the disciples of the Academy and the Daomen strongman were either dead or injured, and the situation was stalemate and tight. , But the army is in the south, and everyone can see the final outcome.

The Xiling Temple was not satisfied. They never thought that they would have to pay such a large price to pass this Qingxia, nor did they think that the sword Saint Liu Bai shot, and failed to accomplish his battle. [WWw.YZUU dot m]

Hope eventually turned into disappointment, which made some people find it difficult to understand, and even generated doubt.

Su Chen, the new head of the Xiling Temple, was one of them.

Su Chen was a close believer in the temple masters. After Luo Kedi was shot to death in the wilderness by Ning Que, he took over this position. Now he has a very high status in the Xiling Temple, only under the two divine seats.

Looking at the carriage that slowly drove back, his face became a little ugly.

"Master Juggernaut, I need an explanation."

Su Chen looked at the carriage and said: "Obviously you still have the power to fight again, why did you return it?"

The disciples of Jiange who were welcoming toward the carriage, glanced back at the words.

Su Chen looked like frost, because he was really angry and disappointed.

If Liu Bai was really seriously injured under Jun Mojian, what is he afraid of?

And Liu Bai's sword has broken.

A person without a sword can no longer be called a saint.

After a long time, there was no Liu Bai's voice in the carriage.

Only a cough came out.

Liu Bai was badly injured, blood in his lungs, and he could hear his pain and discomfort in his cough.

There was a hint of satire in Su Chen's eyes.

Liu Bai continued to cough and his voice grew louder.

Su Chen's eyes suddenly shrank, and the slightly sarcastic color instantly became fear and despair.

Because there was a blood line between his brows.

The cough continued to sound from the quiet carriage.

Every time Liu Bai coughed, Su Chen had an extra blood line on his body.

Whether it was armor with golden runes on him, or when he quietly held the right hand of the hilt.

A cough, a blood.

There was only a loud noise.

Su Chen and the war horse under his seat turned into dozens of flesh and blood scattered on the field.

Blood was flowing around.

Liu Bai finally coughed up. Say: "Let's go."

The disciple of Jiange came to the carriage and escorted the carriage to the outside of the barracks.

They watched around with vigilance.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the carriage.

No one dared to stop, no one dared to speak, and no one dared to show any questioning expression in his eyes.

Liu Bai and Jun Mo battled with both defeats.

Jun Mo said that he was seriously injured and could not fight anymore. The battle words here were limited to the two of them.

It is a dialogue between the two strongest swordsmen in the world.

This has nothing to do with others.

Goshawks fought for days and nights on the blue sky, and their feathers fell off. The blood was dripping. The pointed beak is worn, exhausted, and seems to be dying, but it is not an object that ants can overcome.

Liu Bai was seriously injured and had no sword in his hand.

But he is still the strongest person in the world ... Looking at the carriage that slowly drove out of the barracks, the people of the Temple Alliance are very complicated. A little awe, but more at a loss and fear for the future.

Even the priests in the Xiling Temple have the same mood at this time-Liu Bai, his most powerful. I was injured like this, just left, so what should I do at the Qingxia?

Separated by heavy mantle. Ye Hongyu looked at the wagon that left, and said nothing.

The final battle of the Qingxia is the battle between Liu Bai and Jun Mo. She believes that even after many years, it is impossible to see such two swords fighting.

To Su Chen's kind of idiot. If you die, she is more concerned about the after rhythm afterwards. She would like to know that only half life of Junmo is left, how long can it last.

The horse cried gradually, the cavalry was ready again, and then lined up like a running water out of the coalition barracks, converging among the wilderness, and turned into a calm but immense power tide, rushing to the Qingxia ... The coalition cavalry did not speed up and slowly moved To Qingxia.

They feared the horrible sound of piano and flute. And the man who most feared them was seriously injured, so they could slow down deliberately, rolling away like moving mountains.

This is the best opportunity. The coalition must seize it, so this attack was actually led by coach Bai Haixin, and almost all elite cavalry was dispatched.

Thousands of cavalry stopped in front of the Qingxia, and the front battalion was not far from the iron canopy. It was the most suitable distance for a charge, and if the piano flute sounded, the cavalry could dismount at any time.

Bai Haixin lifted his face shield, looked at the Qingxia not far away, looked at the man covered in blood, looked at the iron awning, a frost-like expression on his frost-like cold face. [WWw.YZUU dot m]

"You are now crippled."

He looked at Jun Mo and said, "So I don't accept surrender, die."

Listening to this sentence, no expression changed on Jun Mo's face.

Muyou was extremely angry.

Bai Haixin, as the head of the coalition, should not have come here in person.

But he believes that even the most terrifying powerhouse, who has just been cut off an arm, will be extremely weak. This is the best opportunity for the coalition of the Xiling Temple, which must be seized.

The problem is that the morale of the Xiling Temple Allied Forces is at its lowest.

Confucius' ascension to the heavens severely affected the morale of Liu Bai and Buddhism, who were strong practitioners of the practice. Sword Saint Liu Bai failed to kill the man himself, and the morale of the coalition forces was extremely low.

Therefore, Bai Haixin personally led the elite to attack the Qingxia.

Only then will this humiliating full meaning be said intentionally.

Of course, he has also made extremely careful preparations for this. There are dozens of powerful military martial arts around him, and the guards are guarded with large shields. They are not worried that they will be killed by that horrible iron sword ... Mo looked at the general in the army.

He doesn't know who the other party is, but he knows that the other party should be a very important person.

So he decided to kill this person.

If it's usual, he must not think about it, and walked over with the iron sword.

But he was seriously injured at this time, and his mental loss was extremely dramatic. He was very tired.

So he just stood quietly and looked at Bai Haixin quietly.

He began to think about this issue.

How can this person be killed?

If it was before, he can have countless methods.

But now, he must find new ways.

He suddenly thought of the moment Liu Bai retreated.

The picture played back quickly in front of his eyes. Then it turns into an extremely slow countless picture overlay.

He saw clearly.

He raised his left hand, and the iron sword summoned the autumn wind before the Qingxia.

The world is uneasy, and the cold wind is blowing.

The big river broke its embankment and flooded.

His body was like a feather, floating on the surface of the water, and flew to tens of feet away in an instant.

He looked at Bai Haixin in front of him and waved his sword.

Then he drifted back and landed on the original ground.

Bai Haixin looked at the Qingxia. Frowning slightly. He didn't know what was going on, he just felt that there was a flower in front of him, and he didn't know that there was extra blood in his neck.

Then he looked at his subordinates.

It was such a simple turn, he turned his head down.

His head separated from his body and fell to the ground.

Splashing blood.

There was a cry of exclamation ... Jun Mo's body shook slightly, his face paler.

His spirit and thoughtfulness. In this simple sweep and retreat, consumption is even more dramatic.

He may fall at any time.

He has killed the enemy coach.

He never gave a strong feeling.

But he is a real warrior.

Real warrior, even if only half of his life is left. Also in the ranks of the army, take the rank of general ... the wailing cry, and then the sound of hoofs like rainstorm.

The black cavalry started charging.

The sound of piano flute has already sounded. Spring water dingdong.

From time to time, cavalrymen fell from their horsebacks, from time to time horses screamed and fell to the ground, and then trampled into mud and blood by their companions in the back. Cavalrymen were not practitioners and could not use symbols. Can only use life to support it.

Beiyang Weiyang and Ximen are also stubborn.

The strings on the Guqin were repaired by the elder brother, and Dong Xiao was dredged by the elder brother. They were injured by the oracles of the Grand Priest. Although they received the treatment of the elder brother, they could not recover in such a short time.

They bowed their heads and played flute with a serious look.

The strings were stained with blood, and the flute began to bleed.

Muyou was standing under the iron canopy, holding several feather arrows in his hand, watching the cavalry rushing like a tide.

Brother Six stood at the forefront outside the tent, holding the heavy hammer tightly, and the muscles in his arm were about to break the shirt.

The four senior brothers held the mountain plate, his arms were shaking, and his face was pale. He knew that the academy was facing the greatest danger at this time. He might even be wiped out by the army, but he could not help his brother and sister ... Junmo wielded the iron sword.

The iron sword's hilt was held by him in his left hand, still powerful.

Blood hurricane, the hoof cut off first flight.

I don't know how many cavalrymen fell under the iron sword.

However, there were too many cavalry soldiers rushing to the Qingxia. He just broke his arm and was seriously injured. Although he was like a reef in the Kuroshio, he could not stop the tide from gradually rising and submerging the reef.

Jun Mo's figure was gradually engulfed by tide-like cavalry ... Dozens of rides crossed the gradually bleak iron sword and came to the Qingxia.

Muyou looked at the warped faces of the cavalry, using both hands slightly to break the feather arrow in his hand.

A pure atmosphere of heaven and earth overflowed from the iron canopy to the field.

Five wild ravines suddenly appeared on the ground of the wilderness full of blood.

The Wudao Gully just happened to surround the exit of Qingxia.

Those ravines are extremely deep, black bottom, but not wide, will be able to accommodate horseshoes.

The front hoof of a warhorse stepped into the ravine, and was broken by the huge force of forward charge when it broke.

The fierce horse hissing sounded one after another, and instantly more than ten riding horses hit the ground heavily.

Several shouts rang out from the temple cavalry, and then continued to charge.

They knew that this was the power of the formation, and they must kill the woman who presided over the formation as soon as possible.

Brother Six held the hammer and stood silently at the forefront, the burly body completely blocked the sister.

More than ten cold arrows shot, his face did not change color.

Sharp arrows hit his chest, leaving only a few white spots on the dark skin.

A cavalry soldier crossed the five ravines bravely and luckily and rushed to the iron canopy.

The horse was extremely fast, and the wind was blowing.

Brother Six raised the hammer and smashed it.

He has been doing this movement all his life.

Even the strongest of the Demon Sect cannot avoid his hammer.

Not to mention the ordinary cavalry.

Heavy hammer. Accurately hit the head of the war horse.

With only one click, the horse burst suddenly and its blood burst.

The war horse fell heavily on the ground, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

Brother Six raised the hammer once more and greeted the next enemy ... The war before Qingxia, I don't know how long it lasted.

The autumn gradually moved westward and the cold wind became colder and colder.

The sound of piano flute is getting weaker and weaker.

Bei Gong and Xi Men looked pale and coughed up blood constantly.

Muyou's face grew haggard.

Wang Chi hid nervously behind the iron furnace. From time to time looked up at the sky. What seems to be praying.

Only Brother Six ’s hammer was still waving, and the ground was full of war horses killed by headshots.

Among the tide-like cavalry, the cold light of the iron sword was no longer visible, only the stray limbs and blood flying constantly, which proved that the man holding the iron sword was still alive and still fighting ... The night was getting dark.

The Xiling Temple lit a torch. Continue to attack the Qingxia.

Under the countless torches, the night seemed to be day.

The sound of piano flute in front of Qingxia is getting chaotic.

Bei Gong and Xi Men's faces are no longer pale, and a very ominous blush on their cheeks.

They no longer cough up blood. Because they are not coughing and bleeding.

Muyou's hair is disheveled and his thoughts have dried up.

Even the thick arms of Brother Six began to tremble. The hammer is even deformed.

The four brothers stared at the Heshan plate and said nothing.

Wang Chi had stood up from behind the iron furnace, watching Ye Qiong muttering something.

They haven't seen the second brother in a long time.

But they knew that the second brother was still fighting.

The iron sword is still there.

Because Qingxia is still ... a whole night passed.

The story that happened this night, those who insisted, it is difficult to tell clearly with words.

Disciple of the Academy of Shouqingxia. And the cavalry who attacked the Qingxia Temple has reached the brink of collapse.

As the morning came, the sky was still bleak.

Wang Chi kept looking at the sky, his neck was already sore, but he didn't feel much.

Suddenly, he shouted.

Hearing this shout, Brother Six slightly stunned, threw out the deformed hammer, smashed a cavalry who had rushed over, and then quickly walked back into the iron awning.

Brother Si left the heshan plate with his left hand, and he blew out a bleed, but he ignored it and took out a piece of rune paper with the fastest speed, and tried his best to turn the rune paper into a breeze.

The breeze came to the iron making furnace.

Brother Six twitched the wind and frost with the greatest strength.

The wind is getting worse.

Then wind came from Qingxia.

The wind gradually.

Wang Chi watched the sky day and night, just waiting for the wind, waiting for the wind he needed.

At this time the north wind has arrived.

He took the medicine powder that had been prepared from his arms, and his hands shook and torn apart, spilling onto the fire.

A slightly sweet breath, as the powder was evaporated by the high-temperature powder, filled in the iron tent, and then with the north wind flowing from the Qingxia, toward the southern field ... The temple cavalry, still non-stop Charged Qingxia.

They suddenly smelled a faint sweet fragrance.

Then they started bleeding.

Blood was flowing from their eyes and nostrils.

The blood they shed also had a slight sweet fragrance.

Before a cavalry died, he suddenly remembered that he had smelled this scent.

At that time he was still in his hometown, and there was a beautiful girl selling a white flower along the street.

This sweet fragrance is floral.

The floral scent of a mustache flower.

It turns out that floral fragrance can really attack people.

It can really kill people ... Before the Qingxia, the iron sword reappeared.

Although it was already bleak, although there were several gaps in the blade.

But the appearance of the Iron Sword still represents death.

The cavalry kept falling.

Countless blood splashed into the sky, and then fell, like a blood rain.

In the blood rain, Jun Mo kept killing people ... The wind rose and the fragrance of flowers gradually disappeared.

The cavalry gradually receded, and before the Qingxia finally appeared a flat ground.

Junmo stood with an iron sword in his hand.

There were corpses everywhere beside him.

No cavalry continued to charge.

The dark tide turned into a quiet sea.

A general of Jin Jin looked at the tragic picture in front of him and suddenly felt very tired.

Too many people died this night.

He knew that if he continued to charge, everyone in the academy would eventually be unable to hold the Qingxia.

The floral fragrance is not sustainable. The man with the iron sword always has a moment of falling.

But he did not order his subordinates to continue to charge.

Because everyone is already cold and desperate.

The tide can beat the reef, and it can beat hundreds of millions of years.

But no one can afford it.

The general noticed that several school captains famous for their bravery under his command were looking at the big camp in the south. He knew that these people were waiting for the sound of Mingjin receiving their troops just like himself.

But there was still no sound.

They want to raise the rein and fight again, but have no courage.

I do n’t know who started it. Maybe it ’s just an insignificant cavalry. The horseshoes buzzed slightly, leaving the blood-stained Qingxia, and heading south. Then more and more cavalry left the Qingxia silently ... Sword, standing in front of Castle Peak.

He was covered in blood and pale, but his expression was still.

Weiranshenxiu ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is a word used to describe the forest.

Sometimes it can also be used to describe a person's temperament and appearance.

Such as him at this time.

Looking at the tens of thousands of cavalry who gradually left Qingxia, the iron sword in his hand finally fell slowly.

He turned to look at the children under the iron canopy and nodded calmly.

Then he looked up at Qingshan.

In the morning light, I saw many charming mountains.

It is expected that Qingshan sees him as such ... This chapter can't be divided, it can only be written down all the way, so it's late. I wrote very happy and calm. This sentence is what I would like to think about when I was short of Qingxia. This is the second brother I like, such as Qingshan. I will take a rest tomorrow Saturday. I wish you all a happy weekend. If there is no accident, Sunday Three more. In addition, I haven't asked for a monthly ticket this month. I want to have a look at this time. I really think it's a good one. ) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.) RQ