"It is true that Gongsun Yang is the best archer in Da Mang."
Flying on the sacred tree, Li Wu slowly exhaled and said with emotion.
He could not see with both eyes, but even at such a high altitude, he was able to feel Gongsun Yang's shocking power when he blocked Dahei's attack.
Qingluan Academy naturally knows more about Gongsun Yang, a top powerhouse from an enemy country, than ordinary practitioners.
When Gongsun Yang shot an arrow in the Damang King's City in the early morning, dusk and late at night, someone from the academy also went to the scene to see it. The location of the three arrows and the power of the arrows entering the stone, as well as all the data, were accurately transmitted to the academy.
The conclusion is that Tong Wei may not be sure of defeating Gongsun Yang even if he uses equal soul weapons, bows and arrows.
Therefore, Gongsun Yang is a true genius and a true master in the path of archery.
In this battle, it is also the top-secret weapon that the Da Mang army relies on most, which is enough to kill one or two Saint Masters on Yunqin's side.
However, such a character was directly damaged here before he really took action.
Even as a person on Lin Xi's side, Li Wu couldn't help but feel very complicated at the moment.
Lin Xi turned her head and glanced at Bian Linghan and said, "It's considered even, no gain or loss?"
Li Wuwei was startled. Hearing Lin Xi's calm voice, he thought that he had regrets and many other unnecessary emotions because of the death of his opponent. He suddenly felt that his understanding of war and emotional control were not as good as Lin Xi's. He couldn't help but laugh at himself,
Nodding: "Ling Han can only take one shot with all his strength. An archer who can kill the Holy Master will be replaced by an archer who can kill the Holy Master. Coupled with your exposure, your soul power will also be consumed a lot. It's almost the same."
It means no profit or loss.”
Lin Xi thought for a while and said: "Since the other party definitely knows it's me...then just be more arrogant and do something to hurt the other party's morale and get more money back."
Li Wu smiled.
He didn't know what Lin Xi was going to do, but he knew very well that since Lin Xi said this, what Lin Xi would do next would be very exciting.
"If you think you will win, you are wrong."
Lin Xi spoke out, drumming up her soul power, and her calm voice fell clearly in the sky.
Then his body shone brightly.
Amidst the chaotic rain and the hazy sky, it was like a rising sun rising suddenly.
Then Lin Xi took out a red arrow from the quiver and shot it down.
The target of the arrow was the dilapidated Nanmo flag.
When the red arrow fell with a white vortex of fear, it turned into a dazzling flame with billowing smoke, just like a real meteor.
The person holding the flag is a Da Mang practitioner wearing the heavy armor of a demon.
Facing this arrow, the Da Mang cultivator who couldn't think of any other way to block it gave a sharp shout and threw the military flag back with all his strength. His heavy body suddenly jumped up high and jumped directly into the air.
Use your body as a shield to stand in front of the military flag.
His momentum is extremely decisive.
However, the moment the fireball hit him, it completely exploded and turned into countless small flames, then turned into a larger fire, directly engulfing his steel body and the military flag behind him.
Almost all the Da Mang soldiers and practitioners saw the light on the sacred tree flying crane and saw this arrow.
Although Lin Xi didn't say her name at all.
But at this moment, all the Da Mang soldiers and practitioners already knew that the person on the sacred tree flying crane was Lin Xi, who had previously been like a nightmare to them in Nanling Province.
At this moment, Lin Xi had become an even bigger nightmare weighing on their heads.
Even those generals of the Great Mang Warlord who specialized in beheading soldiers who escaped during the battle, the hands holding the swords were shaking involuntarily.
"The highest level of war is to defeat the enemy without fighting." From the carriage guarded by the seven palace swordsmen, another faint sigh came out: "On normal days, Lin Xi would only do this.
The outcome of this battle has been decided."
The seven handsome swordsmen who were already the pride of the emperor in Da Mang and were far superior to practitioners of the same age were all pale and silent.
Looking at the flames that directly swallowed up the flag of Nanmo, and then looking at the sacred tree flying crane emitting thousands of lights, their original pride was gone, only fear and awe remained.
…
The light on the sacred tree's flying crane converged and flew back towards Dongjing City.
A man wearing a black shirt and a black scarf covering his face slowly walked out of a row of Da Mang sergeants and walked to Shen Tu Nian's side.
"Why, have you even lost confidence?"
Shen Tu Nian, who squinted his eyes slightly, turned around, looked at the man in black shirt who didn't make any sound, and said sarcastically.
The man in black shirt glanced at Shen Tu Nian indifferently: "You and I are grasshoppers on the same root, so why would General Shen Tu say this... I am not the commander-in-chief of the entire army. Whether I have confidence or not is not important. It's just that General Shen Tu usually must
I would not say such words, but I am worried that there may be something wrong with General Shentu's mood and mentality."
Shen Tu Nian frowned fiercely and was silent for a few breaths. However, there was no anger on his face, but he calmed down: "Even Dean Zhang fought extremely hard back then. According to the reliability of Purgatory Mountain later,
According to the intelligence, not only were the powerful cultivators who followed him dead, but he was also seriously injured. After all, all the cultivators who were still alive in the army of 300,000 at that time were completely frightened.
, judging from later intelligence, there were many opportunities to kill him at that time. Even though Lin Xi was the same existence, after all, Lin Xi was only a practitioner of the national scholar level. After casting the three arrows, plus releasing the light, at this moment
That's when he was at his weakest."
"It is impossible for a general to intuitively understand everything. Otherwise, those who followed Dean Zhang would not have died in the battle of Falling Star Tomb."
"I'm afraid even he will think that I will make full use of two or three days... But as a soldier, no one knows except myself. The difference between my victory and defeat is only one day.
"
The man in black suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Tu Nian.
Shen Tunian just stretched out his hand and made a gesture with his five fingers straight towards the several Da Mang generals behind him who were wearing the heavy armor of the demon.
Several Da Mang generals suddenly roared in unison and ran out.
…
At the same time, at Shaohua Mausoleum.
He Baihe, still wearing a white shirt and barefoot, with his hair simply tied up with a piece of cloth, held a red long sword covered with runes like tiny carps swimming in his hand.
He had never used this sword during his duel with Ni Henian at Xianyi Academy.
At this moment, he was wielding this sword in a broad street in Shaohualing City.
Every time he swung his sword, a very thin line appeared on the smooth bluestone of this wide street, on the trees beside the road, or on the walls, wooden pillars, plaques, and roof tiles of the shops on both sides.
Sword marks.
Because the sword marks were so subtle, they were quickly filled with dust after they appeared, and the traces were soon no longer visible.
The power of the sword is like clouds and flowing water, like the spring breeze, or like the gentle rain blowing.
However, his body seemed very heavy.
Every time he swung the sword, his breath seemed to bring out the smell of blood, and his face became paler and even less bloody.
In the distance, in all directions, in the wind and rain, there were bursts of violent fighting sounds from time to time, and the sound of countless ordnances roaring, like an overwhelming river. However, his sword action seemed extremely focused and calm, so that the whole street
The streets and alleys seemed to have turned into a peaceful picture under his sword.
He has swung countless swords in the streets and alleys, but he still shows no sign of stopping. He is still swaying the sword light. Although his body is heavy, the power and intention of the sword are indescribable.
of pleasure and contentment.
Every sword strike is like drinking strong wine.
In the mist and rain, Zhou Shoufu's figure appeared.
He Baihe felt his arrival, smiled slightly, put his hand on his chest, stopped, panted, and coughed lightly.
Zhou Shoufu looked at him with complicated emotions and said bitterly: "Do you really want to keep doing this?"
He Baihe raised the red sword in his hand, glanced at the old teahouse at the end of the street with a roof covered with wormwood, and said with a smile: "Since we are all here, we must ensure victory in this battle...otherwise we will pay the price
Isn’t it meaningless to pay such a high price?”
Zhou Shoufu was slightly silent. He knew that many people in this city would die, and he knew that those who could come here without fear of honor or disgrace would naturally regard some things as more important than their own lives. He also knew his own advice.
It didn't make much sense, but he couldn't help but said: "When you die, Xianyi's Heavenly Sword will be lost."
"Zhou Shoufu, you are a great talent in the country. You are enough to be my teacher on ordinary days, but this... I am more open-minded than you."
He Baihe smiled and said: "Even since the founding of Yunqin, in just a few decades, how many powerful cultivation methods have disappeared from Yunqin? There are so many powerful cultivation methods that have been lost, and there is an additional heavenly sword.
, what does it count? As long as Yun Qin is there and the Tao in the hearts of practitioners is there, without a Heavenly Sword, other wonderful secret arts will naturally be created in the future."
"In other aspects, I may be your teacher, but with a broad vision and a broad mind, you can be my teacher." Zhou Shoufu sighed softly, bowed deeply, and saluted He Baihe, "Sir, sword, already
It’s not the Celestial Sword, but the Yun Qin Sword.”
He Baihe shook his head and smiled.
He said no more.
He just continued to drink alcohol happily and heartily, using his own life as a sword, turning it into streaks of sword light.
In the distant streets, there was the sound of a piano.
The sound of the piano sobs, yet is melodious and full of heroism.
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