Holy City.

The heavy snow rolled like thick smoke, and the wind and snow were wrapped in blood mist and spinning like a top, making the whole city unable to open its eyes.

I can open it, but I don't want to open it.

The white-haired man on the top of the city wall was too dazzling and too horrifying!

From man to madman.

Then to the ghost.

Finally, return to human body.

Everything seems to have not changed, but the empire has suffered humiliation again and again, and it has accumulated tonight, no less than the sky falling!

It's not just ravage, it can be said to be riding on the head and stooling. I was full of joy and thought it was a perfect sanction, but it turned into a gorgeous return of a lonely soul...

"go home."

Gu Chang'an's smile gradually faded, and suddenly looked up at the dark sky. His eyes were stunned for a while, and finally he looked at the 100,000 green streaks hovering.

The national fortune sword rolled a few times along the air, as if showing off joyfully, and the colorful light dragged like a comet, flying quickly towards the mainland of China.

Immediately afterwards, the sea of ​​100,000 swords was stormy, and the waves were storming. One sword was handed over, following the colorful sword like an obedient child.

The whole city was silent, with only swords left.

After a long and depressing wait, the sword that landed at the end flew away from the sky city, the nine land gods were indifferent from beginning to end.

"kill!"

Tuoba is like a fierce beast trapped in a cage, furious and thunderous, tearing and biting, but cannot bite the dense silence.

"Emperor Caesar, please kill this Han slave!

"She turned her head and roared sadly, her voice was a sharp awl that pierced the numb heart of others.

Gu Chang'an had no expression on his face.

The Abyss Castle is silent.

Several giants closest to ascending did not step out of the smallest place.

Not to mention whether it can be killed.

So what if you kill it?

It shatters the body, then transforms the soul, and recasts it, just walks it again.

“The evening breeze in the Holy City is charming.”

Gu Changan whispered softly, and then took elegant steps at the top of the city as if nothing had happened.

The killing was too strong, and the idea of ​​being confused was vague, but now I can control myself from going crazy, so it doesn’t matter if I occasionally get mad.

The white hair dances in the wind. The dance posture is clumsy at first, but it gradually becomes better and pleasing to the eye. At least in the eyes of a few Central Plains spies, this is a great solo dance, and just looking at it makes you excited.

The practitioners in the Holy City felt as if their hearts were ashes. At this moment, pain was like a dull knife shave flesh, and dignity disappeared.

The demons are not dancing alone, they are clearly appreciating their own masterpieces.

Countless people lowered their proud heads and dared to stare at the bloody ground.

What is the bullshit, what is the sacred, what is the noble bloodline that the people of the empire are born with.

It's all fake!

Gu Chang'an felt a little tired. He stopped and jumped down the city, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the whole world:

"I'll be back."

Walk slowly through the snow, one step deep and one step shallow.

Nine rays of radiant rays disappeared, and the old monsters looked back at the corpse of Yuezhiguang, and flew into the abyss in a daze.

Who's the next turn?

How far will it take and how much effort will it take to completely eradicate Gu Chang'an?

Before this, they always felt that tomorrow was monotonous and boring, and the whole layer remained unchanged.

But after tonight, tomorrow and even the future will be variables.

The sky is no longer shining, the holy city is shrouded in darkness, and the snow-white figures passing by gradually becoming a lake.

Everyone deeply understood that this scene was like a black and white chess board, the most direct and cruelest survival competition.

Either you eat white chess or get eaten by it, and there will never be any chess.

“Ahhhh…”

Tuoba Tianxia covered his flesh-and-blooded face with his hands, bent down and let out hysterical howls.

"Enough!" The old woman in crutch hugged her tightly, and she whispered:

"How can we create the supreme kingdom of God that rule the world?"

"A river blocks the front without building a bridge, just fill it up! No matter how high a mountain is, if you don't open the road, just move it away!"

All those who hear the words sighed secretly.

I used to mock "Yugong Moving Mountains" as the most ridiculous spirit in Dongtu, but now...

Tuoba Tianxia laughed bitterly, and the bloody boy Kong seemed to ridicule her:

"As the queen, I sit and watch the Holy City become hell. As a woman, my face is destroyed. Even you dare not keep staring at me, right?"

The old woman with crutches had a gaze, and she said in a deep voice:

"Then you want to commit suicide?"

Tuoba Tianxia raised his head, every word contained hatred:

"If he doesn't die, how can I die!

”

The old woman turned her head and looked at the sea of ​​blood, her face full of gloom: "This time it should be the seven times the prediction of Heradez."

Suddenly.

"Uncle, why don't the empire give up the Eastern Land?"

A man who has attained enlightenment speaks seriously.

In an instant, the gray faces tensed up, and the eyes were filled with undetectable expectations.

It is difficult to persevere, but it only takes one sentence to give up.

The root of all contradictions is the survival of the Chinese nation, and the territory of China is only a few million miles east of China, and the empire can open up the Far East or the West.

It is difficult to walk on the road, just take a detour.

"Damn!"

The old woman suddenly had a stern voice and her crutch swam like lightning, and she hit the golden eagle's hooked nose with a thunderous force. Before the latter could control the energy, she was broken by the sea of ​​qi in her meridians.

"Who dares to give up and behead him for treason!" The old woman showed no mercy, and another crutch knocked on the head of the Taoist, and her brain splashed everywhere.

The practitioners are silent.

They also didn't have this idea, but they knew very well that it was impossible for the empire to stop by decades of invasion and humiliation.

Besides, the abyss wants to forge the supreme kingdom of God, and the eastern land is immortal, how can you call it the kingdom of God?

"Convene a central meeting immediately!" The old woman's eyes were chilling.

Even practitioners in the abyss began to grow fear, and it was hard to imagine how the people reacted.

...

The wind is gentle and sunny, and the two sides of the Red Cliff are busy farming scenes.

Jingzhe is spring plowing. Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators stayed for a few days, so they simply helped the people rake the fields and opened ditches, and even built towering dams at several flood discharge sites.

Chen Jie rolled up his sleeves and sat on the edge of the field, took the clean water from the girl in pink skirt, and looked at the envious eyes of others.

"Let's wait for five days." said the girl.

"Yes..." Chen Jie pulled up a weed, folded it a few times and said softly:

"The sword will come back, and the hero Gu will win."

Feeling that his tone was not firm enough, he said loudly:

"It will take a few days to delay the sword passing through China. The battle of the Holy City must have ended long ago!"

"Maybe." The girl pursed her lips, and she began to lose confidence like many people.

Just like the laughter and joy of the Red Cliff on the first day, the evening was deep on the fifth day.

But at this moment.

Big!

A crisp sword sounded throughout the world.

The old farmer who was pulling the yellow cattle to plow the field raised his head, and didn't bother to wipe the mud from his shirt, and jumped in the air to catch the blood-stained sword of national fortune.

The Master was stunned.

Following closely, the vast river of sword energy was filled with blood. The 100,000 sword edges dried up, but the red cirrus still reflected in blood.

The 100,000 swords returned on the way, as if they had completed a mission, and they all fell to the side of the master of the sword raising.

Many years later, whether in history or folk biography, this day was regarded as a turning point for a nation.

Never in his life, a hundred thousand sword cultivator, had a chest filled with Haoran's sword energy and an unparalleled sense of pride in his blood.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

It was like a thunder broke the silence, and the joy of explosion spread across the Yangtze River. The sword cultivators celebrated each other and ran around to tell each other.
To be continued...