The vacuum in the purple bamboo courtyard is twisted, and the purple bamboo forest is deep and quiet, but at this moment it turns into a sea of ​​flames.

Compared to Shui Qianshang, Shi Taiyi and the other two were much more calm. Although they were strong, they were more than a few years behind the Liaoyuan Sword Saint.

Rumble!

Xiao Yi did not see any movement, and a thunder sound suddenly erupted in the purple bamboo courtyard. Then, a silver talisman was as big as a millstone, and it condensed out of thin air in front of Xiao Yi.

There was silver lightning entanglement and the light flashed. With a slight shock, the fire runes in Huo Yanshan's palm dispersed. He staggered and retreated, and bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

"A hundred years are nothing."

Shui Qianshang clenched his fists, and he still bleeding regardless of the wound. He turned around and left, his back was a little desolate.

Huo Yanshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at Xiao Yi with complicated eyes, and said, "Master has not read the wrong person, it's a pity. If you were fifty years longer, I would definitely not hold back. Time is

!”

After saying that, Huo Yanshan laughed and turned around and left.

Xiao Yi did not stop him, but looked at the backs of the two left. These were two young strong men who were hard-working and had no confusing thoughts. He just hoped that after today, he would not be suppressed.

Shi Taiyi and the other two were silent. They had already seen some cause and effect, but unfortunately these were not something they could intervene.

"You've been diligent again."

In the end, Leng Yue Changxuan said something, and the three of them looked a little bitter. They knew many secrets that they had never known in the past, and they also became clearer about what the taboo realm represents.

Throughout history, an important criterion for measuring combat power and potential is even more valued than bloodline talent.

After entering the taboo threshold, even if it is just a threshold, it is a world of difference. How many young strong people have been blocked from the threshold? After a hundred years of the Northern Wilderness and Western Regions, only a few of them have barely emerged.

After all, rumors are rumors, and even the real legends are shocking to take this step by the people around you.

However, for Shi Taiyi and the other two, they were more melancholy. They felt that the oppression on their bodies did not come from anyone, but from the fighting spirit deep in their hearts.

The younger generation, who is inferior to others, has the ambition to compete for the best and domineering.

...

The arrival and departure of Shui Qianshang and the others did not cause many waves to Xiao Yi's heart. It was not so much a provocation from his peers. It was more so a question from the common questioning of 106 registered disciples.

It’s like someone has been planting fruits for a whole year, and when it’s autumn harvest, it’s been picked by others and has always felt uneasy and a little unwilling to ask why.

Shui Qianshang and the others got the answer, so they walked very simply. In Xiao Yi's opinion, the provocation with heavy thunder and small rain was still a bit immature, because he did not feel the slightest murderous aura, and understood the way of killing. This is no matter

I can't escape his eyes.

In fact, it has been seven years since I came to this ancient land. Xiao Yi has long given up the many unknown prides from later generations. Like later generations, this ancient land is only more complex and vast and boundless. I don’t know how to bury it.

How many secrets are there, how many bones are buried in the depths of the bottomless earth?

"A person is a net, and he lives on himself and others. The strong are big nets, the weak are small nets, and countless silk screens are formed, and this whole world is this."

Xiao Yi murmured to himself, not far away, Shi Taiyi and the other two were shocked, and they were also a little confused for a moment.

...

Daofeng.

The sword palace is still quiet, the spirit flowers are fragrant, the tender green spirit grass sways in the breeze, under the sun and spiritual wood, the sword saint's eyes are far away, and there seems to be rivers, sun and moon in their eyes. After a long time, only a few sighs are left, and more

More is gratification.

Looking closely, deep in his pupils, in the distant mountain stream, two tall figures were stretched long by the bright sunshine, and even the thickest spiritual fog could not be concealed.

In the blink of an eye, the rising sun rose, lifting the earth and bursting out a vast light.

Wow!

There is a sound of horns sounding in the heavenly palace, desolate and long, full of the vicissitudes of time. Many old people raised their heads and showed a look of nostalgia in their eyes. Compared with many young strong people, they may have gone wrong on the road of cultivation.

It's far away, but you can hear more things, such as iron blood, the sound of metal and iron clashing, even the sound of war drums, the broken muscles and bones, the marks of knife, and the square sword holes, all in the long sound of horns.

Recover fully in the depths of the soul.

The seemingly distant memory seems to be just yesterday, at this moment, the sunset is like blood, and the rising sun is like blood.

...

In the purple bamboo courtyard.

Xiao Yi's expression was slightly shaking. This was the sound of the horn of war. The familiar horn of the horn seemed to emerge before his eyes again. In front of the Black Iron Stone City, three thousand green armored soldiers were at the city, with fairy mist shrouding and murderous aura everywhere.

It was also that day, the battle spirit penetrated the sky, and the figure of the clan leader Shi Zhixuan stepping into the void was always in his heart. It was also that day that he truly understood that this ancient land still had such superhuman power, for life.

Interpretation, the ancient and vague ancient times, and even the ancient times, the accumulation of endless years is enough to gather into a life theory that far exceeds the future generations of five thousand years.

Here, you can fly to the sky and hide, break rivers, or even pick stars and moons. Many creatures that only exist in later myths and legends appear before your eyes. If it is a dream, it is also a vast epic.

"It's time to leave."

Leng Yue Changxuan's voice sounded, and there was no other emotion in his eyes at this moment, and the only thing left was the invincible sword-divine edge.

There is also the same thing. Her eyes are firm, her long red skirt is flying, and her body emits a scorching sword. She has a peerless charm, with her icy skin and jade bones. Although she is not old, she is beautiful in the future.

Hua Zhiling chose a difficult road. In her, Xiao Yi seemed to be able to see a real strong man slowly rising. This kind of glory cannot be concealed. One day, it will tear the black clouds apart.

, completely manifested in front of the world.

"Yes, it's time to leave."

Xiao Yi also sighed. In fact, whether in later generations or in this ancient land, he was silent more often. Such sighs became less and less, because he felt that there was not enough time, even if it was empty.

After spending a moment, he will feel pain and regret. Even if the world changes and the bones are everywhere, he will not resist the regression of his cultivation, and the cracks on the stone mirror will not heal.

"I've met Brother Xiao."

Outside the Zizhuyuan, a sound sounded. A heavenly soldier, wearing bright silver armor, came from the Daofeng Heavenly Palace.

Even though the world has been created for hundreds of years, there is no slight contempt for Xiao Yi and the Heavenly Soldiers in front of him. This is a recognition from the soul. Otherwise, even the Supreme Disciple would not be special in the War Emperor Hall, and it would not be as special as many Heavenly Soldiers.

, For them, there are forbidden areas everywhere.

This is also one of the few people who were recognized by Xiao Yi after coming to the Western Regions War Emperor Hall. The fittest survives, the strong are respected, but they must be equal, and both spears and shields are indispensable.

Shi Taiyi was slightly stunned at first. When he saw the gentle gaze of the Heavenly Bing, he understood something, but he became more and more silent.

Without saying anything, Xiao Yi took a step and slowly walked into the hazy spiritual fog, walking with Lihen.

"Take care of yourself!"

It was not until the figures of the three of them were about to be flooded by the spiritual mist and swayed under the purple bamboo that Shi Taiyi finally spit out two words, each word was sonorous, like a sound of swords and guns.

...

War Emperor Platform.

Today, the clouds and mists in all directions are dispersed, the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the rising sun is like fire.

On the Ten-Shanghai War Emperor Platform, a middle-aged heavenly soldier sounded the horn of war, wearing the oldest animal leather jacket and covered with scars.

On one side of the Zhanhuangtai, there are young strong men who are gradually coming, and on the other side, there are warriors wearing bright silver armor and fighting swords to the sky. Everyone's eyes are extremely solemn, and they look at the figure on the Zhanhuangtai.

In addition to being solemn, his eyes also had a deep envy.

Only the warriors who kill the most enemies on the road of heaven are qualified to sound the horn of war at such a century-old event. The animal leather can be sewn by the relatives of the middle-aged heavenly soldiers. Even if dozens or hundreds of years have passed, it has long been

It is close to erosion and never abandoned, because only longing is left, this is the only thing that can be touched on the loess.

As for the scars on the body, it is a witness to blood and fire. For a soldier who has been fighting for many years, the smooth and traceless flesh is the greatest shame. Only by preserving every scar and looking at the new and old scars

Only by alternating, can one be engraved in my heart with a knife. How long has passed? With the imprint of every scar, the fighting spirit in my heart becomes stronger and stronger.

This is a thousand-person warrior. Each soldier emits an iron bloody energy. The bright silver armor is covered with mottled marks. Some people have lost half of their arm, while others have lost it.

One ear, half of its foot was broken, some were blind, some were deaf, some could no longer speak, buried deep under the loess, these old brothers brought their ashes,

The gray stone jar was not held in his arms, but placed on the ground beside him, with one stone jar in one place, which was to tell everyone that even if the person died, the ashes were still there.

The direct warriors belonging to the Western Regions War Emperor Hall, they fought on the strongest road of heaven with blood and fire.

On the side of the Zhanhuangtai, the young strong men who arrived witnessed this scene, their eyes became heavy, and few people spoke. At this time, some of the grievances and karma in the past were so ridiculous.

War horns sounded one after another, desolate and rough, penetrated the sky, reached the nine heavens, and reached the depths of everyone's heart. Someone discovered that on the Battle Emperor Platform, the gray horns in the hands of the middle-aged heavenly soldiers were stained with dark red blood spots.

, piece by piece, like the most noble totem imprinted. (It is so touching that I spend a little longer, so I will grind it. The third update is around 3 o'clock. Don't worry, I will definitely give it to you. Today's two updates will not be missing.
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