After Xu Tong recited a poem, the person had already walked out of people's sight.
Only after everyone came to their senses, they couldn't help but be frightened out of their wits by this scene. Looking at Feng Tianhua's body on the ground, it was like a dream.
"what's going on??"
"Didn't you see??"
"Did you see that?"
"without……"
For a moment, big question marks flashed through everyone's minds. In order to witness the battle between the gods, they opened their eyes wide and did not even dare to blink their eyelids.
But in the end, I saw nothing.
Just for a moment, they seemed to have a huge disconnect with time. When they came back to their senses, there was no memory of the sword just now in their minds, as if the sword did not exist in this time and space at all.
"Amitabha! Good! Good!" Monk Guzang walked to Feng Tianhua's side and closed his eyes for him. Only Monk Guzang could see clearly what happened just now.
He thought in his heart: "Being able to die under this sword, Donor Feng did not lose unjustly, but how this venerable master cultivated the idea of becoming an immortal is really elusive!"
The old man from Gusu squatting on the treetop had a grimace on his face because he didn't see clearly what the sword strike just now was about.
But he clearly felt that the moment Xu Tong waved the magic weapon in his hand, time seemed to be split open. His sword was beyond time and space, like a blow from the sky, and the antelope was struck by the sword.
Hanging in the corner, no trace can be found.
Coupled with the poems left by Xu Tong when he left, the old man from Gusu thought for a while and came up with the answer.
"You can steal a moment with a sword, what a terrible sword!"
With a sigh, he waved the charcoal pen in his hand and scribbled down the poem that Xu Tong sang when he left in the small notebook in his hand.
After I finished writing, I reviewed it myself and thought to myself: "Well, it's very good. If you all do this in the future, it will be easier for me to write!"
Within two days, the news that Xu Tong killed Feng Tianhua with a sword spread all over the country, and everyone in the world was shocked.
At first some people didn't believe it, thinking that although Yang Hong was powerful, killing Feng Tianhua, the sword leader of Huashan, with one sword was nothing more than a dream.
The reasons for these disbelievers are the same as those who watched the war.
Jin Gu in Zhongdu City was looking for death. He used evil magic to fight against Yang Hong's pure Yang Qi. As a result, the magic was broken, he suffered backlash, and was finally killed with a sword.
But who is Feng Tianhua? Even if Yang Hong is stronger than him, it is not easy to kill him, let alone just one move.
But soon, more and more people came forward to prove it.
Among them, the biggest proof is Bai Xiaosheng, the ancient Tibetan divine monk, and the Nine Yang True Lord.
In particular, Bai Xiaosheng, the old man from Gusu, has passed the contents of the small book in his hand through his intelligence network to various factions and major cities in the world.
The content is very exciting, not only does it include the fight between him and True Lord Nine Yang, Yang Hong intervenes out of thin air, but also the process of True Lord Nine Yang's defeat to Yang Hong.
The content of the two men's drinking and discussion was also imprinted into a book, which attracted people from all over the world to rush to buy it and read it.
It's a pity that most people can't understand it, and even cursed the old man of Gusu for making money with water.
After all, what the two of them were talking about was no longer simply about practicing martial arts, but about subtle changes in their own realms.
Those who can understand must at least reach the level of enlightenment, but it is useless to understand. Only Jiuyang Zhenjun and Xu Tong have practiced the Pure Yang method to the extreme, and the rest are Lianmen.
You can't even get in, let alone understand the secrets.
Later, the old man from Gusu confirmed that Yang Hong killed Feng Tianhua with a sword, recorded the process in detail, and attached the poem that Yang Hong wrote when he left.
Now everyone in the world is shocked.
I didn't expect that after Xiao Leshan of Luoyue Pi, there would be someone with such a level of swordsmanship.
For a time, it can be said that all the sword masters in the world are yearning for it, but at the same time they feel sad. Perhaps as Yang Hong's poem said, from now on, there will be no sword head in the world. This sword capital is gone. They want to surpass it, but they are...
How difficult.
In the study room of the Imperial City of Lin'an Prefecture, Xu Lai's face showed a solemn look for the first time when he saw the information sent.
"Could this Yang Hong really be a big variable?"
Xu Zizi muttered to himself. The other officials in the Chancery's study room who were reviewing the memorials fell silent. They just focused on reviewing the memorials in their hands, as if they had not heard these words.
Xu Laijing thought for a long time, and finally threw the information aside and whispered: "Everyone, continue."
Hearing Xu Lai's words, a minister stood up and said: "I am telling you that there is still a shortfall in the food collection. We have stepped up our efforts from all over the country. It will take a month to get it all."
"It's too slow. It takes half a month to get it together. Officials from all over the country are trying their best to collect the food. Anyone who delays will be killed!"
"promise!"
Immediately after, another minister stood up and said: "The Emperor has arrived at the Hengshan Palace. It seems that he was occasionally caught by the wind and cold. He needs to rest for a few days before preparing for the sacrifice ceremony."
"knew."
Xu Lai nodded slightly in agreement, making it clear.
"Wu Jie wrote a letter saying that he was old and asked Guozhu for permission to retire and return to his hometown."
"It's accurate, civil and military officials of the third rank or above must go to the gate of Lin'an Mansion to see them off..."
Compared to the orderly Zhu Pi report in the Chancellery at this moment, the Northern Barbarians' court was filled with sadness.
The shadow of the emperor's death had not yet passed. Immediately afterwards, Yang Hong used robbery, digging three feet into the ground in Zhongdu City, and looted all the wealth accumulated by many princes and ministers.
Not long ago, King Xiao finally came out of seclusion. Everyone was waiting for King Xiao to go to Songshan, welcome back the prince, and cut Yang Hong, a despicable villain, into pieces with a thousand swords.
As a result, I heard this news.
Could it be that Yang Hong is really strong enough to compete with King Xiao?
Although everyone didn't believe it, some of them inevitably began to murmur in their hearts.
The intelligence repeatedly confirmed that Yang Hong killed Feng Tianhua, who was attacking with all his strength, with one sword, which showed that his strength was not inferior to that of King Xiao.
This inevitably cast a cloud over everyone's hearts. Even Queen Xiao, who was sitting in the court and listening to the government, looked deeply worried.
After repeatedly encouraging the ministers, he hurriedly retreated from the court and was no longer interested in political affairs. This situation gave those veteran ministers a sense of precarious crisis.
I just hope that the next news that comes is the news of Yang Hong’s death.
At this moment, the moon falls on the other side.
The moon's shadow shrouded the hillside, reflecting the shadow of a tombstone.
Weeds have grown around the tombstone. A young figure, wearing a coarse linen robe and holding a simple iron sword, is sitting on the tombstone in front of the tomb.
The young man held a wine jar in his hand and tore it open. A strong aroma of wine filled the air.
"Old guy, you are a liar. You said you wanted me to go home to visit relatives, but you ended up throwing me into a pit of fire. Do you know that I had a hard time under Xu Lai's eyes?
Before leaving, you said that you would come to attend my wedding in person when I got married and took office, but I waited until it got dark and you didn't come either."
The young man took a swig from the wine jar in his hand, and the light red wine soaked his clothes along the corner of his lips. However, the young man frowned and looked back at the tombstone next to him: "This is the wine you said? It's all sour!"
Although the young man was complaining, he did not throw away the drink in his hand. He just complained:
"I thought you would protect me from the wind and rain, but the worst thing you could do is invite your family leader out and give Xu Lai a good beating, but you ended up being so cool that I was left to suffer here alone.
"
At the end of the sentence, a drop of water dripped down the young man's cheek and fell to the ground. It was unclear whether it was the residual bad wine at the corner of his mouth or the tears in the corners of the young man's eyes.
After a while, several dark figures were seen walking cautiously from a distance. These people were covered in black night clothes and were hiding with their faces covered. They had a short knife at their waist.
If Xu Tong were here, he would definitely recognize that these people were the Thirteen Eagles who were chasing Shen Kuo's secret guards that day.
Once they were ten feet away from the grave, the group of people no longer dared to move forward rashly, and they all knelt on the ground in unison.
The leader took out a secret letter from his arms and raised his hands above his head.
The young man made a move, and an invisible force captured the secret letter in his hand.
This understatement of the ability to photograph objects from a distance is obviously not something that an ordinary person can achieve.
Upon opening it, the young man immediately became energetic. He sat up and carefully examined the details between the lines of the secret letter.
After a moment, the young man burst out bursts of laughter, turned around and looked at the stone tablet behind him: "Master, Master, you said that this good junior brother of mine is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. It seems that Songshan is going to have a good fight now."
Watched the show."
"Eh, no, tell me, my good junior brother, what exactly is his plan? As a senior brother, I can't let him suffer."
The young man patted his forehead, looking very distressed. At this time, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the bright moonlight illuminated the entire Luoyuepi.
The young man's handsome face showed a bit of coldness and cunning. After a flash of light flashed in his black and white eyes, he finally figured out something and sneered:
"It turns out that the people who want to jump out of the chessboard are not just Xu Lai, Xiao Leshan and me. In that case, it depends on who of us can have the last laugh."
After saying this, the young man stood up, drank the sour wine in his hand, and then put the jar down: "Old guy, I'm leaving. When my king comes to the world, I will come back to give you a seal."
god."
After that, the young man turned around and threw the secret letter in his hand into the wine jar, stood up and disappeared into the night with the secret guard Thirteen Eagles kneeling on the ground...
