Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 124: Rain of Arrows and Red Lines, a Sword
Although the Qingxia Gorge has collapsed, the mouth of the gorge is still flat and quite spacious. However, not far in, it is blocked by countless huge rocks, like a terrifying iron wall.
Hundreds of heavy cavalry stormed from the south, with the purpose of using the terrifying impact to directly push those academy disciples to death. In such a terrain, even if they succeeded, there would be no chance of any luck.
Therefore, these heavy cavalrymen were already prepared to die. Although their faces under their helmets became a little pale as they watched their companions in front of them fall to the ground, they still gritted their teeth and continued to charge forward.
Not long after, in the wilderness a hundred feet away from the exit of Qingxia, a mass of black people fell. The horses neighed miserably. The seriously injured heavy cavalry struggled to stand up, but could not. The scene looked extremely bloody and miserable, and they could only drag on at the end.
After dozens of riders determined that the charge had failed, they retreated with great difficulty.
In the coalition camp of the Xiling Temple in the south, the autumn wind blew the chariot gently. The great priest Tianyu stopped reading the edict and looked in the direction of Qingxia. His old face showed extremely complicated emotions and sighed: "The music is the last word.
, even if you two reach the realm of knowing destiny, you can't see the end of the way of heaven, why bother?"
The voice of the Great Priest Tianyu sounded at the exit of Qingxia Gorge.
Beigong Weiyang understood the meaning of this sentence, looked at the south and said: "All the methods in the world are Tao, and practicing music is to cultivate the way of heaven. However, music is not used for fighting, but for experiencing. The state of knowing one's destiny
What's the difference between playing the piano and playing the piano for ordinary people? I thought that God's throne was a refined person, but I didn't expect that I didn't even understand this truth."
When he was talking to the great priest Tianyu, no one at the entrance of the Qingxia Gorge paid attention to them. They were all doing their own things quietly. The seventh senior sister was dividing the line, and the fourth senior brother was holding a sand table and directing the sixth senior brother to insert something.
Of course, the Xiling Temple coalition forces would not give them any chance to rest. When the heavy cavalry charge seemed to be frustrated, numerous cavalry archers had already come out of the formation, galloped a certain distance towards Qingxia Gorge, and then drew their bows and nocked arrows.
Only a military order was heard, and countless hardwood bowstrings buzzed. Countless arrows left the strings, and with a shrill sound of breaking through the air, they went straight up to the sky, as if they were going to shoot through the sky.
Countless arrows reached their highest point in the air, and then began to fall. The shrill sound of breaking through the air became more and more sharp and terrifying, and finally turned into a dark and violent rain of arrows, falling towards the entrance of Qingxia Gorge.
The second senior brother stood in front of the formation. Looking at the dense arrows falling like rain, he had no intention of avoiding it. He just stretched out his hand and put down his face armor. With a crisp metal collision sound, the armor covered his entire body.
Dang dang dang dang, a series of crisp or dull sound of arrows hitting each other. Continuously or even almost at the same time!
At least twenty feather arrows accurately hit his body.
The sharp arrow clusters, carrying strong speed and power, rotated and violently came into contact with the armor on his body. However, at this moment, about three hairs below the surface of the armor, a faint ray of light was emitted, dense and complicated.
The incomparable talisman was activated, summoning the vitality of heaven and earth in Qingxia. It turned into armor of heaven and earth vitality similar to the body of a strong martial arts practitioner, covering the outer layer of the metal armor.
An ear-searing friction sound sounded.
The arrow clusters of those feathered arrows were extremely sharp, but they could not even penetrate the outermost protective layer of heaven and earth's vitality. The huge impact force was finally transmitted to the arrow shaft, and some of the more than twenty feathered arrows were broken, and some were broken.
It was bent and deformed. It fell slumped and helplessly on the ground in front of the second senior brother, like a useless straw.
The second senior brother stood tall and motionless, like a mountain.
Long-range arrow attacks are basically covering strikes, so compared to the second senior brother who was hit by more than twenty arrows, the arrow rain endured by the academy disciples was denser and more terrifying.
And when the countless arrows shot by the Xiling Temple coalition forces just left the bowstring and turned into dense black dots in the sky, the academy disciples moved ahead of time.
Under the command of the fourth brother, the sixth brother inserted more than a dozen metal poles in the ground with a radius of more than ten feet, and a red thread was tied to the bottom of each metal pole.
These red threads were randomly placed on the ground, tied with many knots in the middle, and tied to everyone's ankles, leaving two thread ends. One end was on the seventh senior sister's embroidery needle, and the other end was tied around the second senior brother's waist.
As the arrow rain was approaching, the Sixth Brother looked up at the sky. The expression on his face, which was somewhat blackened by the furnace fire all year round, remained unchanged. His right hand, which was extra thick due to swinging the hammer, shook forward, and he saw a roll of things turning over in his hand.
Open, swinging from east to west like a wave, spreading out on the dozens of metal poles in an instant.
The color and luster of the roll seemed to be metal, but it was very thin and tough. It could be rolled up like a quilt. The machine spring under the edge of the metal sheet automatically connected with the metal rod, and then locked.
There was a crunching sound, and a metal cloth tent appeared outside Qingxia, with an area of more than ten feet, covering the bodies of all the academy disciples except the second senior brother, and spreading a green mist.
At this moment, the rain of arrows from the sky arrived.
Burst burst burst, dense and dull crashing sounds sounded above the heads of the academy disciples, just like more than a hundred of the best drummers, beating the tight drum head most wantonly.
Not a single feathered arrow could penetrate the metal canopy.
Even though the piece of metal looks so thin and soft, it looks like paper.
Beigong Weiyang was tuning the piano, Ximen Buhuo was applying film, Wang Chi was decoction, the fourth senior brother was designing new things, the sixth senior brother lit the stove, letting arrows fall like rain, and it was quiet as usual.
They seemed to be still in the back of the academy, not listening to the rain, concentrating on doing their own things.
Only the Seventh Senior Sister frowned slightly and looked at the embroidered cloth without saying a word.
Because the end of the red thread is on her embroidery needle.
The surface of the metal canopy is also covered with a very thin but extremely condensed layer of heaven and earth energy, which is like the best defensive armor and bounces away all the falling arrows.
This is a formation.
The metal rods and the red strings tied to everyone's ankles gradually floated up, and then became slightly tighter.
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There was a majestic rain of arrows, and the academy disciples were sitting peacefully in the midst.
The second senior brother stood in the rain, like a silent mountain.
Looking at this scene, many people in the Xiling Temple coalition camp felt desperate.
But many people have already guessed this result - if the academy has no way to deal with the rain of arrows and heavy cavalry, then why should they face the mighty temple army?
Just when the attention of countless people was attracted by the rain of arrows, six swordsmen in simple clothes left the quiet carriage in the coalition camp and walked towards Qingxia.
The swordsman walking in the middle could only walk when he was being held by someone, but he was not unable to walk. He had a piece of cloth covering his eyes, so he was probably unable to see.
After the rain of arrows, the six swordsmen crossed the cavalry camp. They walked not far from Qingxia Gorge and slowly stopped. The blind swordsman among them was pointed out by his companions and saluted the second senior brother with his hands.
The second senior brother raised his visor, showed an indifferent face, looked at the blind swordsman and said: "Your eyes were destroyed by my academy, and I let you go back to the sword pavilion for your sake. No need to thank me."
That blind swordsman was none other than Liu Yiqing, the sword master of the Southern Jin Dynasty who blinded his eyes with a sword after Ning Que broke through the barrier at Houya. He was also the younger brother of the sword master Liu Bai. This once proud and arrogant swordsman master was sent back to the sword pavilion.
, thinking about the disastrous defeat at the side entrance of the academy, my whole temperament and mind have been greatly improved. Instead of stopping my practice, I successfully entered the realm of destiny knowledge last spring!
Liu Yiqing couldn't see, and listened to the voice to determine the position of the second senior brother, and said calmly: "Yiqing Xie Er is not because of old things, but because Mr Xie Er gave us six senior brothers a chance to take action."
What he said was very sincere, because it was the truth.
The ability and range of a practitioner's ability to control flying swords are directly proportional to their own level of practice. Although the strength of these six second-generation disciples of Jiange is powerful, they cannot be compared with the second senior brother.
When they were walking towards Qingxia, the second senior brother could have taken action in advance and killed them with the iron sword, but they didn't even have a chance to fight back.
"I'm just curious as to why Mr. Liu Bai asked you to fight."
The second senior brother looked at the quiet carriage in the coalition camp and said slowly.
Liu Yiqing said: "In the spring, Mr. Dean, the old man, lent me the sword of the sword pavilion. My brother is deeply honored. But he can't help but feel a little regretful. From then on, no one can use that sword in the world. After thinking hard, I asked six
I practiced a sword formation to recall the memory of my predecessors. This time I would like to ask Mr. Er to taste it."
Hearing that this was the reason, the second senior brother's eyes lit up slightly and he said, "Yes."
Liu Yiqing said: "Thank you very much."
After saying this, Liu Yiqing and other six disciples of the Jiange took out their swords from their scabbards.
Disciples of Sword Pavilion are inherited from Liu Bai's Dahe swordsmanship. The most important thing is to keep the ground one foot in front of you. Therefore, they are different from any swordsmanship sect in the world. They are not famous for their flying swords, but to move forward with their swords.
In the past years, what Jun Mo admired Liu Bai the most was the wonderful meaning of his swordsmanship when he held the sword. At this time, he would not be surprised to see these sword pavilion disciples unsheathing their swords.
What was unexpected was that Liu Yiqing and the other six Jiange disciples did not move forward with their swords in hand after unsheathing them.
They held the sword formula in their hands, and with a clear whistle, six cold swords rose into the air. In the air in front of Qingxia, countless afterimages were transformed into a sword, and they stabbed out quickly!
In the spring, the Master reached out to the south, thousands of miles away, borrowed the sword from the ancient pool of the Sword Pavilion, beheaded the general of the Haotian Kingdom, and cut off the head of the golden dragon.
After that time, the sword was no longer an ordinary sword, but a real human sword.
Even Liu Bai can't use that sword anymore.
Liu Bai thought hard for countless days and nights, and finally confirmed that since there was no master, it was impossible for anyone to use his own power to wield the sword of the world, so he chose another path.
He summoned six of the best Sword Pavilion disciples and practiced a sword formation.
Gather the strength of several people and cast a sword.
Liu Bai knew very well that even if he gathered the strength of all the disciples of the sword pavilion, they would not be able to use the master's sword.
But he didn't want much, as long as he could have the shape of the sword's fur and the delicate sword intention, that would be enough.
One thousandth of the human sword is enough to sweep across the world.
This is the sword outside Qingxia at this time.
Looking at the sword coming through the air, the second senior brother praised: "What a sword."
He inserted the iron sword in his hand into the field in front of him.
Facing such a powerful sword, he seemed not to be ready to use it.
What is he going to do?
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(Bai Haixin is from the Southern Jin Dynasty, not the Yan Kingdom. I wrote it wrong before. My brain is not working well and I am in some trouble. I went to the hospital yesterday and my friends realized that I was really sick, instead of making excuses and treating me badly.
Sorry, sigh, I will take care of myself as soon as possible.) {Piaotian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}