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 misunderstood the person, it's a pity. If you were fifty years older, I would definitely not hold back. Time!"
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. In the important place of the Western Regions War Emperor Palace, they knew many secrets that had never been known in the past, and they were more clear about what the taboo realm represents. This is an important criterion for measuring combat power and potential from ancient times to the present. To a certain extent, they are even more valued than blood 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. Even the true legends cannot compare to the people around you and are shocking when they take this step.
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 much turmoil in Xiao Yi's heart. It was not so much a provocation from his peers, but rather 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, and such a provocation with heavy thunder and little rain. In Xiao Yi's opinion, he was still a little immature because he did not feel the slightest murderous aura and comprehend the way of killing. This was something that could not escape his eyes no matter what.
In fact, after seven years of coming to this ancient land, Xiao Yi had already given up the many unknown prides from later generations. Like later generations, this ancient land was only more complex and boundless. I don’t know how many secrets were buried, and how many bones were 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.
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Daofeng.
The sword palace is still quiet, with the fragrance of the spirit flowers, the tender green spirit grass swaying in the breeze, and 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, there are only a few sighs left, and more relief.
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!
The sound of horns sounded 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 not have gone very far on the road of cultivation, but they can hear more things, such as iron blood, the sound of metal and iron clashes, and even the sound of war drums, broken muscles and bones, knife marks, and square sword holes, all of which are fully revived in the depths of their hearts in the long sound of horns.
The seemingly distant memory seems to be just yesterday, at this moment, the sunset is like blood, and the rising sun is like blood.
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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. The interpretation of life, the ancient and vague ancient times, and even the ancient times, were enough to gather into a life theory that far exceeded the five thousand years of later generations.
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 Liheng. Her eyes are firm, her long red skirt is flying, and a scorching sword poses all over her body. She has a peerless charm and ice-skinned and jade-like bones. Although she is not old, she has chosen a difficult path at the age of youth in her later generations. On her, Xiao Yi seems to be able to see a real strong man slowly rising. This glory cannot be concealed. One day, it will tear the black clouds apart and completely manifest 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 and more often, and such sighs became less and less, because he felt that there was not enough time. Even if he spent a moment of time, he would feel pain and regret. Even if the world changed and the corpse was full of mountains, it would not resist the regression of his cultivation, and the cracks on the stone mirror would 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 he had been creating the world for hundreds of years, he did not look down on Xiao Yi and the heavenly soldiers in front of him at all. This is a recognition from the soul. Otherwise, even the Supreme disciples would not be special in the War Emperor Hall, and they were even worse than many heavenly soldiers. For them, there were 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.
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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 Zhanhuang Platform was a young strong man who was gradually coming, and on the other side, there was a warrior wearing bright silver armor and a warrior pointing to the sky. Everyone's eyes were extremely solemn. In addition to being solemn, there was also a deep envy when he looked at the figure on the Zhanhuang Platform.
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 candle was sewn by the relatives of the middle-aged heavenly soldiers. Even if dozens or hundreds of years have passed, they have already become decayed, they have never been abandoned because only longing is left. This is the only thing that can still be touched on the loess.
As for the scars on the body, it is a witness of blood and fire. For a soldier who has been fighting for many years, the smooth and traceless flesh is the greatest shame. Only by keeping each scar and watching the alternation of new and old scars can one be engraved in his heart. How long has passed? With the imprint of each scar, the fighting spirit in his 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, and there are sword marks. Some people have lost half of their arm, some people have lost one ear, and half of their foot. Some people are blind, some people are deaf, and some can no longer speak. They are buried deep under the loess. These old brothers brought their ashes. The gray stone jar was not held in their arms, but placed on the ground beside them, with one stone jar in one place. This is to tell everyone that even if the person dies, the ashes are 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.
The horn of war was yelling one after another, desolate and rough, through the sky, reaching the nine heavens, and reaching the depths of everyone's heart. Someone found that on the Battle Emperor Platform, the gray and white horns in the hands of the middle-aged heavenly soldiers were stained with dark red blood spots, one after another, like the most noble totem imprinted. (It was so touching that it took a longer time to polish it. It was about 3 o'clock in the third day. Don't worry, I will definitely give it to you, and there will be two updates today.)