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Volume Four, Year of the Curtain, Chapter 132: This matter has nothing to do with generosity

In front of Qingxia Gorge, the sword energy is everywhere.

In the Xiling Temple coalition camp in the south of the wilderness, there was a dead silence.

The Great Priest Tianyu put down the curtain and said slowly: "I have never seen such a murderous person in my life. When Mr. Ke joined the Demon Sect, he probably had this kind of momentum."

Cheng Lixue knelt down on the side of the sacred chariot, not knowing what to say.

It was quiet inside and outside the chariot.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was an exclamation outside the carriage, followed by a tsunami-like sound. The voices of the coalition soldiers were full of surprise and joy.

Cheng Lixue suddenly raised his head, looked outside the chariot, and asked urgently: "Win?"

His voice was trembling slightly because he was nervous.

A priest in red came to the chariot and gasped: "Not yet."

Cheng Lixue's expression changed slightly and asked: "Then why did everyone cheer?"

The red-clothed priest said excitedly: "He changed his hands! He is holding the sword with his left hand now!"

Cheng Lixue frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "So what?"

The red-clothed priest said happily: "It means that man will be tired too, and he won't be able to hold on for long."

Cheng Lixue's body was a little stiff, and she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing. She just waved her hand to let the red-clothed priest leave, with a bitter smile on her face.

As long as you are a human being, you will be tired, and Mr. Second is also a human being.

But that man just changed the iron sword to his left hand and made himself so excited. You can imagine how much psychological pressure and panic he caused to the temple coalition forces by standing in front of Qingxia.





It was always quiet in the other chariot.

Ye Hongyu's eyes slightly lowered, Ruyu's hands quietly rested on the blood-colored robe of the God of Judgment, silent.

The cheers that rang outside the chariot did not change the emotion on her face, and no subordinates dared to use those ridiculous reasons to disturb her meditation.

A moment later, the temple coalition camp suddenly erupted in cheers like a huge wave again.

The subordinates of the Judgment Temple were finally unable to suppress their emotions. A black-clothed deacon walked up to the chariot, knelt outside the veil, and reported respectfully: "Taoist Cui of the Song Dynasty's flying sword hit the opponent."

Listening to these words, the emotion on Ye Hongyu's face finally changed. Because she knew who Priest Cui was, even she had placed some hope on Cui Taoist's action.

She raised her head, looked at the deacon in black, and asked, "Then?"

The black-clothed deacon was slightly stunned. He didn't seem to expect that the Lord would ask the next question. He replied nervously: "Then... Priest Cui's Dao sword broke. The man seemed to be fine."

Ye Hongyu frowned slightly and said, "Then what do you want to tell me?"

The black-clothed deacon became more and more nervous. His voice trembled and he said: "...This is the first time someone has been able to stab that person with a sword, which shows that that person can still be stabbed."

"Although stupid, there is some truth in stupidity."

Ye Hongyu looked through the veil towards the Qingxia Gorge in the distance. There was no emotion on her beautiful face, and she was indifferent. She said, "It looks like it's almost done."

Almost at the same time.

In another divine chariot, the great priest of Tianyu stretched out his fingers and touched the scriptures in front of him. His old face showed a calm and determined look, and said: "It's almost done."





A sharp and gorgeous Dao sword has now turned into several broken swords lying in the wilderness. However, this sword should still feel proud, because it is the only flying sword that has not been taken away by the enemy since the beginning of the war.

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In the south of the wilderness, a Taoist priest wearing simple sermon clothes was looking down at his chest and abdomen.

His surname was Cui Mingrong, and he was born in the Cui clan of Qinghe County. He left the family at an early age and traveled around the world to practice Taoism. He was honored at the Xiling Temple and officially entered the Taoist sect in the Taoist Temple of the Song Dynasty.

There are many powerful people in Haotian Taoism who have been hiding in the world, hiding in ordinary or even dilapidated Taoist temples. They don't like the atmosphere of temples and prefer to be ordinary Taoists.

They will not appear until Haotian calls them to dedicate their strength.

Taoist Cui is such an extraordinary ordinary Taoist.

Taoist Cui is not well-known in the spiritual world, but his realm is extremely advanced. He had advanced to the realm of destiny ten years ago, and he also has his own position in the Taoist sect where strong men gather.

However, today he only fired one sword, and then did not make any other moves. He lowered his head and looked at his chest and abdomen quietly, because his sword had been broken, and there was a very deep sword incision between his chest and abdomen.

It was a terrifying big bloody mouth.

The soft gastrointestinal and other internal organs were being squeezed out from the big bloody mouth, slowly at first, then getting faster and faster as time passed, and finally it seemed to be flowing like a gurgling sound.

Cui Daoren quietly watched his internal organs flowing out of the body. He didn't raise his head until he saw the whole process, looked across and asked: "Mr. Er's swordsmanship is the most rigorous art in the world. The sword entered Pindao's body earlier."

Four inches, neither deep nor shallow, naturally it is done deliberately."

The second senior brother said: "Exactly."

Cui Daoren said: "The academy emphasizes benevolence, love and forgiveness. Why do I have to suffer so much pain before I die?"

The second senior brother said calmly: "Because I know your surname is Cui."

Taoist Cui understood and said: "Second Sir, you should know that I have very little contact with the clan."

The second senior brother said: "I want to use your death and pain to express the attitude of the academy."

Taoist Cui asked: "What's your attitude?"

The second senior brother said: "Even if the seven major surnames in Qinghe County die, they cannot die happily."

Taoist Cui sighed and said, "That's it."

After saying this, he slowly sat down on the ground and began to pant. Because his lungs and trachea had been broken by the iron sword, no matter how violent his panting was, he could not breathe air, so it seemed particularly painful.

I don't know how long it took, but he lowered his head tiredly and finally died in pain.

The clouds in the sky blocked the sunshine, and there was darkness between heaven and earth.

The second senior brother was covered in blood, standing in the wilderness, standing in front of more than a hundred flying swords like a jungle, standing in front of countless corpses of practitioners, looking at the practitioners in the south.

He raised the iron sword in his hand again.

Not a word was said.

The practitioners in the wilderness seemed to have heard him asking who else was there.

The practitioners' eyes were all attracted by the magical iron sword.

The iron sword was very ordinary, with a broad, straight blade, dull color, and even looked a little ridiculous.

However, looking at this iron sword, everyone just wanted to cry.

Some people can't cry even if they want to, because they are frightened.

The practitioners could no longer muster the courage to fight in front of this iron sword and finally retreated.

It became quiet again in front of Qingxia Gorge.

The blood on the ground has accumulated into puddles, reflecting the dark sky, making it look a little dark.

Everyone in the academy rushed out from under the tent.

Wang Zhi held a stool in his left hand and held the medicine bag tightly in his right hand. He rushed behind the second senior brother and asked him to sit down. He put the medicine bag to his mouth and drew it in as quickly as possible.

The Seventh Senior Sister was carrying a kettle and a water bowl. She was worried that she might not have enough time, so she simply threw the bowl away, put the spout of the pot directly into the Second Senior Brother's mouth, and poured water into it as hard as she could.

The second senior brother was not an ordinary person. He was unusual in every aspect. Surrounded by busy junior brothers and sisters, he still remained calm. He gave the medicine with water and swallowed it in an instant.

The fourth senior brother and the sixth senior brother had already run over at this time, squatting in front of the second senior brother, looking at something on the chest of the armor, looking at something with solemn expressions.

Cui Taoren's natal Taoist sword struck exactly this place.

When the fate-knowing Dao sword struck the armor, the runes in the armor were automatically activated, condensing a thin but tough layer of heaven and earth energy. Therefore, the sword did not have any impact on the second senior brother.

But the talisman hidden in the armor was slightly deformed by Taoist Cui's sword intention.

Brother Six took off the box on his back, took out a set of special tools as exquisite as crabs, and began to repair it.

The fourth senior brother was doing calculations and graphical guidance on the side, then looked at the second senior brother and asked: "Is there anything wrong with the sword?"

The sixth senior brother looked at the second senior brother, a little worried.

The iron sword is the most important piece of equipment. If it is damaged, although the academy has even brought the iron furnace and it can be repaired, the Xiling Temple will definitely not give them so much time.

The second senior brother looked at the broad and straight iron sword in his hand and said, "It can last a long time."

Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Buhuo were still under the awning. Their pianos and flutes were the ultimate weapon against the charge of the cavalry. As the saying goes, if you have a mission on your shoulders, you must stay in the formation.

Just seeing their fellow disciples helping their senior brother with things, the two of them couldn't help but feel a little lonely and a little ashamed. Beigong asked over there: "Do you want to listen to a piece of music at this time?"

No one answered him.

The fourth senior brother and the sixth senior brother were conducting final inspections on the armor. Wang Chi was taking the pulse of the second senior brother to determine his physical and mental state so as to prepare medicine for the next period. The seventh senior brother seemed a little leisurely and held an embroidered handkerchief.

I'm wiping the second senior brother's face, but he's still busy anyway.

Beigong shouted: "Brother, this song is impassioned and perfect for killing people."

The second senior brother stood up, looked at the still mighty enemies in the southern wilderness, and said: "Since ancient times, murder has nothing to do with generosity, so there is no need for music."





"You can't be heroic, you can't be generous, you can't be unrestrained, you can only be cold, indifferent, and cold. Only those who truly do these things can kill all enemies. There is no doubt that Jun Mo is such a person. I last night

The comments about him now seem to underestimate him."

"He is still the most proud man. I just didn't expect that on the battlefield, he would be so proud that he could throw away all his pride or hide it in the deepest part of his armor."

Liu Bai raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "He has been trying his best to save energy and pursue killing the enemy more easily. He is stingy to the extreme, calm and focused, and refuses to let go of the smallest changes in the battle. He calculates clearly to the extreme. From

From this perspective, he is more like a businessman who smells like a hole."

The disciples of Jiange listened silently to their master's teachings.

They have been shocked by the man in front of Qingxia. Even if they are in the hostile camp, they can't help but admire and yearn for them. Although the master's figure is always the tallest in their hearts, they heard the master describe it like this.

That man actually made them feel a little uncomfortable.

However, no one dared to question it.

Liu Bai's voice sounded again.

The disciples of Jiange were shocked and speechless by the hidden meaning of this sentence.

"I have a lot of respect for opponents who fight with that attitude."

Liu Bai looked in the direction of Qingxia and said seriously: "I even regret a little. I shouldn't have let him kill so many people in one day and one night, or I should have taken action yesterday."





(I finally got it. It’s not bad, but I’m tired. I’ll have a rest tomorrow on Saturday. I wish everyone a happy weekend. In addition, I’ve been revising Suzaku Chronicles recently and found that as I have always thought, the attitude in the first third is not correct. I wrote There is really a problem.) {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for your support, your support is our biggest motivation}


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