The setting sun.

One person and one knife walking in the desert.

It seems that even eagles, vultures and ferocious wolves are afraid of this face that is molded into a lake of flesh and blood. There is not even a trace of a bird in a radius of hundreds of miles.

"The vulgar warrior finally gave in to the old fox who controlled power."

Dao Bugu twitched the corners of his mouth, his breath extremely gloomy.

As the saying goes, every wrongdoer has his own owner, and the cause and effect should not be in that isolated city. It's ridiculous that he thinks he despises the world, but he still has to be bound by worldly interests.

"Xue Lai, dad will kill Huyan old dog sooner or later. Today, let Gu Changan pay with his life first."

The purple robe moves forward in the air, and the dust is flying, as if the mountain is falling and the earth is cracking.

In the far distance, a lonely figure in the desert looked down from the building, standing next to the flag of the twenty-mile territory, with a bloody sword hanging three feet in front of him.

Gu Changan could feel the powerful and continuous Qi. He was not motionless like last time. He held the sword and directly pierced the fire in his arm, and the blood and flames shot towards the sword blade.

"Looking at your spirit, it is indeed unprecedentedly great."

The sound was like a loud bell that shattered the dead silence, and the ugly purple-robed monster rushed over in an instant, and the energy leaked out to create mirages.

The spring is warm, the flowers are blooming, the green shade is shaded, and the stream is painted with boats. This is a scenery that Gu Changan has never seen in his entire life.

Knowing it was fake, he could not help but look at it a few more times.

"Will you kill yourself to die for your country?" Dao Bugu's voice was hoarse and he stood nine feet away from the flag.

Although he has compromised with power, it does not mean that he has lost his character as a Jianghu man.

Gu Changan is respectable, worthy of respect, and worthy of dignity.

But if you kill your daughter, you must pay with your life. This is also the justice of the world.

Gu Changan smiled, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was unclear and paused:

"I want to die, but I'm afraid that I haven't tried my best and I won't be able to see Anxi's spirit after death. I'll have to fight anyway."

Dao Bugu looked at the gurgling blood on his arms, then looked at the gloomy and scarlet abyss, and praised:

"You're terrible."

After saying that, he put one hand behind his back and slowly pushed it out with the other hand.

As the blood filled the air, the blood sword slashed down the terrifying sword array of scarlet red mixed with black mist. It was just one sword, but it seemed like thousands of swords were advancing layer by layer.

"The so-called will of heaven is irreversible and the order of the road cannot be violated. Just like I have been practicing hard in the abyss for twenty-five years. You are not even twenty-five years old. Why do you dare to draw a sword?"

Dao Bugu spoke unhurriedly, flicked his fingers, and the killing sword energy flying like a phoenix in nirvana instantly disappeared.

He stretched out his palm to break the sword's momentum, stood up from the ground, and lightly held down the bloody wooden sword. Only a few drops of blood dripped from the back of his palm, and the bloody sword did not penetrate even an inch.

Although the blood-red sword power was rising layer by layer like a tide, it was still broken layer by layer by the nails.

"Three thousand years ago, you are the most pathetic person!"

Dao Bugu shouted angrily.

The Central Plains Fool in front of me is a carp that grew up on land. It has never touched water, but it has gained a few kilograms in weight.

Once you leave the land and go to the lake, you have to turn the carp into a dragon and occupy the lake surface to dominate the life and death of the big fish and shrimps.

Let me ask, who in the world is so talented that he can see his back?

"If you go to the New World and be baptized, you will be invincible in the world within ten years."

"If I were you and pretended to surrender to the empire, it's a pity that you can't even pretend to surrender!"

Dao Bugu pushed the palm of his hand again, and the blood sword suddenly broke. Although the sword relied on blood to forge the sword, there was still a clearly visible crack.

There is no need for him to talk nonsense, just because he has been meditating at the Altar of the Abyss for twenty-five years, he can easily see through a person's talent.

This most talented man in the East has truly invincible qualifications!

Gu Changan didn't move. He had tried his best to stay alive, but the monster opposite could easily make him unable to stay alive.

"You shouldn't be desperate. You have experienced too much darkness that is more desperate than death."

Seeing that he had no intention of killing himself, Dao Bu Gu's palm surged with majestic energy, his long sword clanked, and he slashed an indestructible sword from the air.

The loess cracked, and the wind and waves were cut into two mutually exclusive wind curtains. The man in red robe sank deeply into the loess, and was swept up by the sword energy and flew backwards thirty feet.

Gu Changan's seven orifices were bleeding. He took a deep breath, and his chest and abdomen felt like ice burning, and the pain penetrated into his bones.

The cold and heat collided wildly in the body, scratching all the limbs and even every piece of flesh and blood.

He moved his lips with difficulty, but there was no hatred in his eyes, but a sense of relief.

But.

The conscience of responsibility, and the guilt that followed, were like a boulder that plunged his soul into a painful whirlpool from which he could not extricate himself.

"I'm sorry for Anxi Yinghun, I'm sorry for the people of the Central Plains, and I'm sorry for the Han people who were enslaved by the barbarians. I really can't hold on anymore..."

"Maybe I'm still sorry for myself, but I haven't been truly happy for a single day."

Gu Changan murmured softly, looking up at Gucheng.

It should be noted that when I was young, I once promised to be the best in the world. Can I be considered to have made the best achievements in this life?

"I won't go into the city and I won't hurt innocent people."

"Let these insignificant people continue to live a normal life, but they will probably accompany you to hell."

Dao Buli stood with his hands folded, his blond hair dancing in the wind. After saying this, the wind roared, and waves of terrifying air enveloped the red-robed figure, and he was forced to cease his activities.

He showed a very funny and ugly smile, looked into the windy and sandy distance, and felt the huge shadow of the sky and the earth.

"The drama of leaving people under the knife is not worthy of praise." Dao Bugu drove the majestic energy and collided with the invisible palm in the air. The entire loess was overturned, and all the broken limbs buried in the past rolled up into the air.

"So it's you!" He looked at the person with cold eyes.

The crotched figure stepped forward, pushed the Qi machine horizontally with one palm, and suddenly released the other clenched fist, and two lines of muddy old tears fell down.

"Sixty-three years...sixty-three years." Gao Chaoen's lips trembled.

In the Gobi Desert where hundreds of thousands of putrid corpses lay across the land, he originally planned to return to Yumen Pass, but the situation he had mastered over the past sixty years had changed too much.

Sensing the traces left by the raging sword energy, he walked hundreds of miles by accident.

When he saw the red flag with the indistinguishable word "Tang" on the flag, this man who was more than a hundred years old was shaken for the first time and rushed towards the lonely city almost hysterically.

He didn't arrive too late, he could still see the Tang Dynasty territory deep in the Western Regions.

Dao Bugu made no move, maybe he had other plans, so he introduced to the man in the pool of blood:

"Li Tang Gao Chao'en, the current empress' confidant eunuch, you have no regrets before your death."

Gu Changan's plummeting soul suddenly burst out with strength. He raised his eyes for a long time, stood up with his horribly injured body, and walked towards the banner step by step.

Dao Bugu said nothing.

And Gao Chaoen burst into tears. How could he be calm after witnessing this scene?

The bloody man walked for a long time and finally came to the side of the flag. He was too weak to hold the flagpole, and his voice was very tired:

"The Anxi Army has fulfilled its mission. For sixty-three years, it has not lost an inch of land and its mountains and rivers are intact."

Heaven and earth are silent.

Gu Changan's weak voice floated in the wind, seeming to float into Gao Chaoen's internal organs, causing him to feel severe pain.

In the hinterland of the barbarians, the Anxi Army persisted for a full sixty-three years. In the thousands of miles of desert, a Tang Dynasty city stood firm.

"I will not let down the nation, I will not let down the Central Plains, and I will not let down the emperor's favor."

Gu Changan said softly, exerted all his strength, and then lay down relaxedly under the flag.

He could finally die in peace.

This moment was the happiest moment in his life.

Finally, he handed over the burden that made him live like a ghost to others, and finally he could step into the underworld with determination and fight with his relatives on the battlefield of the underworld.

"You..." Gao Chaoen's voice was choked, and waves of grief swallowed him up like waves, and he didn't know what to say.

"His name is Gu Chang'an. He grew up eating the food of hundreds of families. He defended the city and killed enemies at the age of ten. He killed five with one sword at the age of eleven. He killed nine with one sword at the age of twelve. He killed a hundred with one sword at the age of fifteen. He wiped out all the enemies with one sword at the age of twenty.

Three thousand warriors, one man at twenty-one killed seven thousand."

After a pause, Dao Bugu looked at the dilapidated ancient bloody city and pointed:

"Standing there at the age of twenty-two, he faced three Grand Masters alone and a total of 11,000 imperial warriors, and he survived."

"It's been decades, do you know what the only glory of the Tang State is? A child who no one cares about in the Western Regions opened up and expanded the territory for you!"

"You bastard from the Central Plains, you still have the nerve to come here!"

Dao Bu Gu's voice shook the sky. Putting aside the hatred of killing his daughter, he was too in awe of this kind of persistence in desperate situations. The so-called Jianghu spirit, in the face of such an indestructible belief, he could only worship.

Of course, he must have selfish motives.

He made a deal with Huyan Laogou, using the location of the abyss as a bargaining chip, and vowed not to reveal the isolated city to the empire, but that didn't mean he couldn't tell Dongtu.
To be continued...