The old man from Song's family felt a cold chest. He watched his flying sword penetrate where he watched the blood flowing along the sword body, and his heart gradually became cold. It was not until this time that he really understood that even if he was seriously injured.

Before he recovered, he could never be Jun Mo's opponent - Jun Mo didn't even really take action. He just reached out and grabbed the sword in Qiu Feng, and took his life.

There was a dead silence by the Cuiyuan River, and the sound of water splashes on the Fuchun River had stopped. The old man from the Song family fell slowly. Jun Mo left with a stick and a wooden pomelo. No one dared to move in the field.

Wang Jingluo has been standing in the crowd, and there is no chance for him to take action. Looking at the history-filled flesh and blood all around the chair, thinking about the old master Cui who has turned into a wisp of resentful soul, he realized that Ning Que's arrow was

In this way, looking at the old man Song's house in the pool of blood and the flying sword on the old man's chest, I realized that Mr. Second's sword was like this.

It was not until Junmo and Muyou left Cuiyuan for a long time that the people in the park woke up from extreme fear and shock, and cries and angry roars were everywhere.

For Qinghe County, all the families are all, and the Cui family in Ruyang is the spiritual connection between people. Mr. Cui’s status here is like a master in the academy. Mr. Cui, who is now regarded as a reliance by everyone,

It turned out that nothing had been done and it turned into flesh and blood on the ground. How could they not be afraid and uneasy?

The death of Mr. Cui soon spread throughout Yangzhou City, and then entered thousands of households. Naturally, Chang'an also received the news.

The Tang Dynasty's court reacted very quickly. That night, the Ministry of Works urgently dispatched craftsmen in the three central and southern counties and soldiers from adjacent states to reach the north of Qingxia as quickly as possible.

Qingxia buried countless enemy troops in the war last fall. The difficult official road was blocked by huge rocks and was extremely difficult to walk. The court cleared it for more than half a year and only cleared a small path. However, with tens of thousands of craftsmen soldiers

With the arrival of the situation, the cleaning speed suddenly accelerated countless times.

At the current speed, it only takes several months at most, and Chang'an can complete the preliminary cleaning and repair work, which means that the Iron Cavalry of the Tang Dynasty can only take several months to whip south through Qingxia, like

Like an iron stream, it directly submerged Qinghe County.

The nobles and people in Qinghe County did not know what was going on in the north of Qingxia, but they knew very well what the death of Mr. Cui meant to them - the peace agreement between the Tang Dynasty and the Xiling Temple, from this moment on

It became a waste of writing, so the Tang Dynasty's army could appear in Qinghe County at any time.

The terrifying pressure from the north was like a low-level cloud that made the people of Qinghe County breathless. People could not understand why the Tang Kingdom seemed to have no need to breathe, even though they had just experienced an extremely tragic Patriotic War.

The peace agreement is to be torn up so quickly.

Chaos in Qinghe County have emerged, and there is no possibility of calming down again.

Wang Jingluo did not leave Yangzhou City because he had to wait for Ning Que here. Most importantly, he was responsible for receiving the practitioners and secret spies from Tianshu who were constantly sneaking into Qinghe County from the Tang State, and then using these

The power helped Cui Huasheng occupy a better position in this Qinghe Rebellion.

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A cylindrical channel appeared in the sky of Taoshan front ping, with turbulent residual images like silk and fluffy. It could not be connected to this channel, making the channel clearer.

This is the trace of the iron arrow walking, that is, the arrow path.

Ning Que stood in front of the altar, holding a bow in his left hand and lifting the tiger's tail with his right hand. He still maintained the posture of the moment when he was undressed the string at the moment, stably like a wooden carving.

The prayer had stopped at some point. Tens of thousands of people in the front platoon looked at him nervously, and no one spoke, as if they had also become wooden men.

No one knew where Ning Que's iron arrow was shooting, but they knew that someone must have died - they didn't see the real ending, but they already knew the ending - which made people extremely frightened.

Ning Que took back his iron bow and put his back on his shoulder, looked back at the Temple of Light on the top of Taoshan Peak, and remained silent. If the Haotian divine power in his body dissipated and the divine talisman around the altar also returned to heaven and earth, then he would definitely be in those

The strong man died under the siege, but he did not think about this.

At this time, he had completed the first half of the academy plan, and then he came to the Temple of Light. He had already vaguely felt the end of the battle in the temple, knowing that someone would definitely die.

Just as when people on the front floor saw him shooting arrows, they knew that someone would definitely die. Since someone entered the Temple of Light, they would definitely die, which made him feel a little depressed.

In this battle between heaven and man, since the dead are man, the living are naturally the heaven.

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Sangsang looked at the world on the sword, with stars in his eyes, sunrise and sunset, tides rising and falling, and countless spring and autumn, wasting the world with time.

Liu Bai's sword was only two feet away from her. The rust marks on the sword were getting heavier and heavier, and the surface showed an ominous grayish white, which indicated that the sword body had completely rusted and began to weather.

The closer things are to her body, the faster the time flows in the area, and the more severe the damage it is suffered, even the sword that can withstand countless years of wind and rain cannot bear it.

It is already very unimaginable that Liu Bai's sword can enter her small world and be so close to her, and ordinary practice theory cannot even explain it.

His sword is the sword of the world, with the will of the sword Pavilion and the world of the world, but after all, it is not the world itself, and in the end it is still impossible to resist the passage of time.

The rust marks were covered with white frost, and suddenly cracked and then turned into blue smoke and disappeared.

The sword is destroyed and the person is still there. His person is the real sword.

Liu Bai's eyes were unprecedentedly brighter, even brighter than when he first met the Yellow River, and brighter than when he realized the sword intent of the big river on the cliff by the river.

The moment he set out his sword, he knew that he could not win, but he did not give up. As he said, this was his last fun in the world. He wanted to see how close he could be to the sky and see himself.

Do you have the ability to touch the sky, or even use your sword to draw a trace of your own in the sky?

Liu Bai's hand reached into Sangsang's small world.

His hands are very slender and slender, and they are the most suitable hand for holding a sword in the world. Whenever he holds the hilt of the sword, the sword seems to be connected to his hand and can never be separated.

At this time, he did not hold the sword in his hand, and his hand was the sharpest sword tip.

His hand reached to Sangsang's face, as if he wanted to pass through the black hair beside her cheek.

His hands were getting closer to her face, his nails gradually became gray, his skin gradually lost its elasticity, became dry, and more wrinkles were produced, and his sleeves quietly turned into ashes.

Liu Bai continued to move forward, the traces of time were upward along his forearm, and the skin on his arm began to relax, just like a dying old man, almost without the luster of life.

He continued to walk forward, with a state of pride on earth, and a battle with the ruthless time, as if he had walked tens of thousands of years, or really had walked tens of thousands of years.

I don’t know how long it took, Liu Bai finally walked to Sangsang and walked into her small world, so she came one foot in front of him.

Unfortunately, at this time, he was weak and unable to raise his hand, unable to stab the last sword, the white hair spread on his shoulders was as haggard as frost covered with grass, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as

The bluestone slabs in the streets and alleys of Linkang City East City have become dying old man.

Sangsang said, "You lost."

Liu Bai said in an old and tired voice: "You lost."

Sangsang frowned slightly, wondering what this meant.

"I still have a sword on earth, and I hope that the sword will not disappoint."

Liu Bai looked at her and said with a smile: "But it has nothing to do with the winner or lose in this battle."

Sangsang said: "How else can you beat me now?"

Liu Bai gasped for several times, slowly raised his already thin arm with difficulty, and gently tapped her eyebrows with his fingertips. It had no lethality, and it seemed to be touching.

There is no such thing as conquering nature in the world. In history that can be seen, it has never even happened, but over the years, many people have been struggling for it one after another. They want to win and let Haotian see the power of the world.

, but more often, they just want to prove to themselves and the world. As long as you are willing to work hard for it, you can do what you want to do.

Liu Bai was invincible in the world, so he came to Taoshan, entered the Temple of Light, and invited the sky to fight. He had never thought of winning the final victory, but he wanted to prove something.

At this moment before his death, he finally touched this lofty and cold sky. He fulfilled his wish, so he saw his own avenue.

Sangsang looked at the thin and weak arm in front of him, and remained silent.

Liu Bai's body was like a dry riverbed, turning into countless pieces of soil with a dry mood, disintegrating, falling on the ground with a rustling sound, turning into a pile of dust.

No one can truly live forever, no one can truly live for thousands of years, no matter how strong the city wall is, it will be weathered into sand, and no matter how majestic the river is, it will have a day when it is dry and broken.

But no one can deny it, even God cannot deny it. The city wall once stood firm in the world, and the Yellow River once surging thousands of miles away.

A sword suddenly appeared in the air in front of Sangsang. The sword was full of ancient meaning, but there was no fresh breath. It fell on the ground and made a crisp collision sound.

The sword in Liu Bai's hand has turned into ashes, and his people have turned into ashes, but the sword is still there, with a new luster and no damage, it is like the world after the disaster, as if it is foreshadowing some

What.

Sangsang looked at the pile of ashes and the ancient sword in front of his feet, and remained silent.

This is her first move in the true sense of the world. It seems to be light and light, so it makes the most powerful practitioner in the world turn into ashes, but her face is a little pale. I don’t know if it’s injured or because of the rest.

What's the reason?

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(I haven't been sleeping for more than 30 hours... I'll go to have a meal after the update, and try to be able to fall asleep after the meal. See you tomorrow. Also: I've been strong before, so I should be able to stay strong and encourage you all.) (To be continued.
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