The sight of three hundred thousand troops surrounding a city from all directions is shocking and truly epic just by imagining it.
For anyone who has personally experienced the Battle of Falling Star Tomb, many scenes during the war are images that are deep in the heart and will never be erased.
Tang Chuqing was also in such an epic battle back then, but he was still very young at the time. Most of the time he just helped take care of the wounded and carried arrows and other ordnance. He was not always at the forefront of the battle, so what he saw
There are far fewer shocking scenes than the white-shirted swordsman.
He has never seen such darkness.
However, the teacher of the white-shirted swordsman, during the battle at Falling Star Tomb, was the same as the white-shirted swordsman these past two days. He wanted to let his disciples see as much as possible and learn as much as possible.
Something, so even though this white-shirted swordsman was as young as Tang Chuqing during the battle at Falling Star Tomb, he followed his teacher most of the time and was at the forefront of the battlefield.
He had seen many moves by powerful Yunqin practitioners who followed Dean Zhang... In that battle, because the number of ordinary sergeants on Yunqin's side was too few, and the number of powerful practitioners who followed Dean Zhang was too large, so
The protagonists on the battlefield are always those inhumanly powerful Yunqin practitioners.
From the actions of those Yunqin practitioners, and from the many scenes of that battle, the white-shirted swordsman also gained a lot of insights, which led him to achieve what he is today.
It was in that certain scene that he had seen such darkness.
It was just such a touch of darkness under the scorching sun at that time, and it instantly turned into billions of black particles that spread for miles, killing the two thousand heavily armored soul soldiers of Nanmo Kingdom and dozens of powerful soldiers, many of whom were Saint Masters.
As a practitioner, the soul power in the body instantly melts like ice and snow.
The heavy armor of the two thousand soul soldiers who lost the support of their soul power fell at high speed, stumbling together like pieces of scrap metal. The dozens of powerful men who were enough to make most practitioners in the world look up to them were just like ordinary people.
He died in a bloody state due to the crushing of steel and the impact.
This was one of the most shocking images among the many images in his mind.
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Following his teacher, the white-shirted swordsman saw with his own eyes how powerful and invincible the Nanmo Kingdom's army was that day, and how magnificent it was as it approached the Falling Star Tomb. He also witnessed with his own eyes how Nanmo Kingdom's army had all the advantages.
, the whole process of losing one after another, finally becoming timid and falling into defeat. At that time, his teacher and the strongest practitioners of Nanmo Country at the same time did not know that such a scene was enough to sink the hearts of all enemies the deepest.
Whether the black thing is medicine or a soul weapon, the only thing that can be determined is that it must not be made by any craftsman in this world. It must be like Dahei, a relic from some unknown place.
After using such a thing to kill the most important and powerful force in the Nanmo Kingdom army at that time, there were still many more critical moments in the entire Falling Star Tomb.
At that moment, some practitioners who followed Dean Zhang and friends of Dean Zhang even used their own flesh and blood to fill some gaps in the city wall until they exhausted their last trace of soul power.
The last blood in his body was drained, and he fell down with countless wounds on his body.
But at the most critical moment when many of Dean Zhang's most important friends died in battle, such deepest darkness did not appear again. Therefore, for the practitioners of Nanmo Kingdom at that time and later Da Mang, such a
There is only one thing, and it has been exhausted. There is no such thing in the world anymore.
However, in Dong Jingling, he saw the deepest darkness again.
Let all practitioners fall from the clouds to the darkness of ordinary people in an instant.
At this moment, the white-shirted swordsman with all the remaining soul power in his body dissipated, as if he had really seen his destiny and his past and present lives. He seemed to have come to the Falling Star Tomb again.
He felt a little bitter in his heart.
He knew that Dean Zhang at that time definitely did not have such a thing. If he had it, he would have used it at that time... It must have been the later Qingluan College, in the long years after the founding of Yunqin, that found such a thing again.
of a thing.
And Qingluan Academy did not put too much emphasis on the general's ability.
Qingluan Academy has always placed its strongest strength on Lin Xi.
Therefore, Dongjingling is the city where Qingluan Academy has the strongest power in this battle.
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From being on the holy level beyond this time, to being directly knocked down to the mortal world, with all the flames and brilliance on Shentu Nian's body extinguished, the look on his face cannot be described in words.
He stumbled, almost losing his balance as he rushed forward, and fell directly to the ground.
Lin Xi was also very shocked.
The first feeling of this change made him feel as if his cultivation was instantly abolished.
But he soon saw the petite figure in black robe standing at the top of the pavilion by the river, and he knew that this was one of his own, and he suddenly felt relieved and no longer completely panicked.
Then he quickly sensed that his body had no other changes except for the dissipation of soul power. He then understood that such a thing could only destroy the soul power accumulated in the body of all practitioners within the envelope.
, just like emptying the water in ponds in an instant, but not damaging the pond itself... so it only consumes the soul power, not abolishing the cultivation level. As long as there is time to meditate and practice, the soul power can be slowly accumulated.
Such a certain perception made him feel calmer and calmer.
Shen Tu Nian stood firm, his body trembled violently, and his face was so distorted that deep wrinkles appeared. He finally understood what happened and thought of a certain record in the Purgatory Mountain classics.
"Such a thing...Qingluan College actually still has it."
He murmured to himself and said.
"You have Zhang Liangji, and I have a wall ladder. You have mad dogs in Purgatory Mountain, and of course we at Qingluan College will also have good things." Lin Xi thought about the power of this thing, and said with emotion, and then suddenly
I felt that it was pointless to talk to Shen Tu Nian about this, so I murmured to myself: "But you don't understand the darkness of night during the day. What I told you was nonsense, and you couldn't understand it."
It is true that Shen Tunian does not understand the darkness of night during the day. Of course, he cannot know what Zhang Liangji is and what a ladder is. But when he heard Lin Xi's deeply mocking words, he felt like those who had been tortured in the Purgatory Mountains.
Like a completely numb serf, he could no longer feel much anger.
He just raised his head and looked at Lin Xi, "So what? Even if everyone has no soul power, I am still the body of a holy master, and my strength is still stronger than you."
Lin Xi pulled out her sword with her backhand and looked at Shen Tu Nian in an inexplicable tone with a hint of sadness, "You can come and try."
Shen Tu Nian's body paused slightly.
Looking at Lin Xi's face at this time, he even began to doubt the world.
Lin Xi's calm and slightly sad face shows her strong self-confidence.
So even though it stands to reason that a holy master without soul power is definitely much stronger than a national warrior without soul power, and Shentu Nian has been practicing for longer and has experienced more battles, no one wants to step forward to help him and just watch him mention his long life.
Sword, face Shen Tu Nian alone.
Shen Tu Nian took a deep breath. At this time, he forced himself to put aside all his emotions and doubts about the world. He bent down and picked up a section of silver-white metal hollow pipe.
This was a broken section of the weapon that Chu Yehan first used to resist the white-shirted swordsman's flying sword, but as long as it penetrated into a person's body, it could still kill someone.
Shen Tu Nian began to run in small steps. His movements were still very fast. There was an explosion in the air. The silver-white hollow pipe in his hand suddenly flew away from his hand and flew straight to Lin Xi's neck. At the same time, his body tensed up and kicked
, kicking Lin Xi in the abdomen.
At this moment, reality changes.
The power of his kick was enough to seriously injure Lin Xi, who had no soul protection, or at least directly lose his fighting power.
However, when the hollow broken pipe in his hand was released, Lin Xi had already started to turn around.
So in this moment, every movement of Shen Tu Nian seemed to be cooperating with Lin Xi.
Lin Xi turned around and Shen Jian went down.
The silver-white hollow broken pipe whining in the air passed by the side of his neck, and Shen Tunian's knees collided with Lin Xi's sword.
So when Shen Tu Nian kicked him, his entire calf was broken.
Lin Xi's body slid past Shen Tunian.
His movements did not appear to be fast in everyone's eyes, but the weight of a certain part of his body suddenly separated from his body. Shen Tu Nian could not maintain balance at this time, so his body was falling. Lin Xi was not polite, and Shen Tu Nian
He punched out, but due to his body's loss of balance, his posture looked weird and non-threatening. At the same time, he raised his sword again and easily cut off Shen Tu Nian's arm.
He stood behind Shen Tu Nian.
Shen Tu Nian, who had lost an arm and a calf, fell heavily to the ground behind him.
Shen Tu Nian's body was already numb.
He didn't even feel pain when he fell to the ground.
He just feels that this world is too unreasonable.
"Do I really not understand? Or is this just a nightmare?"
He coughed and used his last strength to slam his head against the wet stone surface.
Thick hot blood flew out from his broken head.
"You are wrong, very wrong."
Lin Xi didn't look back yet, but through the voice, he knew what happened, so he said this in his heart and turned around slowly.
In his sight, there was a lot of blood flying in the dark alleys of Dong Jingling in the thickest ink painting.
In this world, everything is real.
Because the blood shed by many Yunqin people here is unprecedentedly real.
"It's not that it makes no sense, it's just that there are some truths that you don't understand."
He whispered again in his heart.
The white-robed swordsman looked at Lin Xi. No one knew what he understood at this moment and what he understood. He didn't make any sound, just smiled silently and bowed forward.
The sword held upright between his palms pierced his heart and emerged from his back.
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