Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 152, I see how charming the green hills are
His footsteps sounded behind Jun Mo.
Except for the four brothers with Heshan Pan, all the rest of the college rushed out of the canopy.
Brother Liu held a hammer and stared at Liu Bai, who was more than ten feet.
Beiyong Weiyang and Ximen did not confuse the piano and Xiao, and stood on both sides of Junmo's body.
They all know that even if Liu Bai was seriously injured, as long as this person waved his sword, after leaving the canopy, they were still dead, but they still rushed over.
Because the second brother needs them at this time.
Wang was holding the medicine box and prepared pale.
Muyou was holding a needle and prepared to stop bleeding for Jun Mo, but her hands trembled a little bit. Looking at his broken shoulders, she felt as if her arm was cut off, which was very painful.
Jun Mo looked at the tears on her eyelashes, and stretched her left hand to pass by the wound.
The fingers flickered, the tears dropped, and several pure heaven and earth vitality was like the most wonderful medical hand, covering the intangible net on his broken shoulder, and the blood and water stopped instantly.
Wang holds the spirit of Wei'an, pouring the injury on his wound like a dyke, preparing to bandage.
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Liu Bai looked at the scene of more than ten feet, and did nothing.
Suddenly, he had a deeper understanding of the reason why the academy was strong.
He said: "I have a few questions."
Jun Mo asked the sixth brother to let go, and he looked at him not far away and said, "Please talk."
Liu Bai asked: "I gave you a chance at the beginning, why don't you retreat?"
Jun Mo said: "At that time, you challenged the South China Sea Sword God, obviously not an opponent. Why did you not retreat at that time?"
Liu Bai was silent and said, "Reasonable."
Jun Mo said: "Reasonable, so don't retreat."
Liu Bai sighed and said, "Paying such a heavy price, I still didn't kill me in the end. At this time, I couldn't help but be worthless for you."
Jun Mo said: "A armor can be seriously injured and can't fight again, how can it be worth it?"
Liu Bai said: "No matter how heavy the sword wounds can be better, but the broken arm cannot be resurrected. I can't fight again at this time, it's just a moment.
"In the case of the first life, I did lose, but it was placed in the Battle of Qingxia. But I won. Because even if I only have half of my life, I can still keep the Qingxia, and
You must leave. "
Jun Mo looked at him and said, "Because you are too powerful. So you want to do a lot of things, so you value alive, so you are seriously injured. You must return to Jiange to raise injuries."
Liu Bai looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled slightly. He didn't expect that at the moment of defeat, the other party actually saw what he was pursuing, and said, "You should also value it."
Jun Mo said: "Why do you value it?"
Liu Bai said: "The millennium Tang Dynasty is not as good as the way to practice. In this case, what else can we value except ourselves?"
"Everyone's commitment is that he is his own. Pay attention to himself, that is, value the promise."
Jun Mo's gaze crossed Liu Bai's body and crossed the quiet carriage, and fell on the mighty temple army in the southern field. He said, "I promise, as long as I still stand, there will be no one who can cross the Qingxia.
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Liu Bai said: "In the end you died in those Xiaoxiao hands. It's a pity."
"Do your best, don't ask the road, there is no regret."
Jun Mo said: "And you can't kill me, who can kill me?"
Liu Bai looked at the bloody blood, and he raised the iron sword. Suddenly he felt that he had seen another person.
"I seemed to see Mr. Xun at this time."
Liu Bai said: "Yesterday, I had regrets that I should kill you at the beginning of the Battle of Qingxia. At this time, I was a little fortunate. Before you die, you exude more glory in this field."
After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the quiet carriage.
The carriage gradually stayed away, Jun Mo retracted his eyes, looking at his left hand.
There is a circle of red rope on the ring finger of the left hand, wet by blood, some tight.
His eyes continued to go down, fell on the broken arm, and fell on the iron sword.
I do n’t know if it ’s because of too much blood loss or the reason for the loss of the drama. His face is pale.
Looking at the broken arm and iron sword, he was silent for a long time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
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At this point, the disciples of the academy and the strong man of Daomen are dead or injured. The situation is stalemate and tight. It is the most difficult moment, but in the south, everyone can see the final ending.
The Temple of Xiling was not satisfied. They never thought about it. They had to pay such a large price to pass this Qingxia, and they did not expect that Jian Sheng Liu Bai did not work.
I hope that it will eventually become disappointed, making some people feel difficult to understand and even doubt.
Su Chen, the new god of Xiling Temple, is one of them.
Su Chen is a close confidence of the Temple's master of adults. After the enemy's enemy was shot by Ning Que on the wasteland, he replaced this position. Now he has a very high status in the Temple of Xiling. Only under the two gods.
Looking at the slow -moving carriage, his face became a little ugly.
"Sword Saint, I need a explanation."
Su Chen looked at the carriage and said, "You still have the power to fight again, why return it?"
Sword Pavilion disciples welcomed to the carriage, hearing this sentence, look back at it angrily.
Su Chen looks like frost, because he was really angry and disappointed at this time.
If Liu Bai really was seriously injured under Jun Mo Jian, what was he afraid of?
And Liu Bai's sword has been broken.
A person without a sword cannot be called swordsman.
After a long time, there was no Liu Bai's voice in the carriage.
Only a cough came out.
Liu Bai was seriously injured, blood entered the lung lobe, and he could hear his pain and uncomfortable in the cough.
Su Chen's eyes showed a touch of irony.
Liu Bai continued to cough, and his voice gradually louder.
Su Chen's eyes shrank sharply, and the sarcasm instantly became fear and despair.
Because he gave birth to a blood line in his eyebrows.
The cough continues to sound from the quiet carriage.
Every time Liu Bai coughed, Su Chen had an extra blood line on his body.
Whether it was the armor with a golden rune, or he didn't know when he quietly held the right hand of the hilt.
A cough, a blood.
I only heard a rumor.
The war horse under Su Chen and the seat became dozens of pieces of flesh and flesh, scattered on the field.
Blood flowing around.
Liu Bai finally cough and said, saying, "Let's go."
The disciple of Jiange came to the carriage and guarded the carriage outside the barracks.
They watched the surroundings vigilantly.
Countless eyes look at this carriage.
No one dares to stop, no one dares to speak. No one even dares to show any questioning expression in his eyes.
Liu Bai and Jun Mo fought in the battle, and both defeated.
Jun Mo said that he could not fight again. The word of the battle here was limited to the two of them.
It is the dialogue between the two strongest swords in the world.
This has nothing to do with other people.
The goshawk fights above the blue sky for a few days, feathers fall off, blood is dripping, the beak is worn, and it seems to be dead. It seems to be dead. But it is not an object that ants can defeat.
Liu Bai was seriously injured and there was no sword in his hand.
But he is still the first strongest in the world.
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Looking at the carriage slowly out of the barracks, the people of the Temple Allied Forces looked very complicated. Some awe, but more was helpless and fearful.
Even the priests in the Temple of Xiling, at this time, have the same mood -the most powerful Liu Bai in my own side. I was injured like this, so I left, so what should I do?
Due to the heavy veil, Ye Hongyu looked at the leaving carriage without talking.
The last ** of the Battle of Qingxia is the battle between Liu Bai and Junmo. She believes that it is impossible to see such a battle of two swords in the future.
To Su Chen's stupidity, let's die. She is more concerned about the after -*after **. She wants to know that now only half of Jun Mo can still support how long.
The horses gradually started, and the cavalry was ready to go, and then it ran out of the coalition barracks like flowing water. It was converged in the field.
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The coalition cavalry did not speed up and slowly drove towards the Gorge.
They are afraid of horror and flute. The man who is most scared of them has been seriously injured, so they can deliberately slow down the speed, rolling away like moving mountains.
This is the best opportunity. The coalition forces must be seized, so this time the attack was led by coach Bai Haixin himself. Almost all the elite cavalry was dispatched, and he was sure.
Thousands of cavalry stopped in front of Qingxia. The front of the tent was not far away from the canopy. It was the most suitable distance of the charge. If the piano flute sounded, the cavalry could go down the horse at any time.
Bai Haixin lifted his face, looked at the Qingxia not far away, looked at the bloody man, looked at the tent, a frosty cold face showing a hint of ridicule.
"You are a disabled now."
He watched Jun Mo and said, "So I do n’t accept surrender, die."
Listening to this sentence, Jun Mo's face has no expression changes.
The wooden pomelo is extremely angry.
Bai Haixin is the coach coach, and he should not come here in person.
However, he believes that the strong man who is scary will be weak to the extreme. This is the best opportunity for the Xiling Temple Alliance for the Alliance, and you must grasp it.
The problem is that the morale of Xiling Temple coalition forces at this time was at the lowest.
Master's ascending heaven seriously affected the morale of the practitioners of Liu Bai and Buddha. The swordsman Liu Bai personally did not kill the man in person, and also lowered the morale of the coalition forces to the extreme.
Therefore, Bai Haixin will personally lead the elite to attack Qingxia.
Only then will deliberately say this humiliation.
Of course, he was also prepared for this. There are dozens of powerful military martial arts in the world, and there are KMT guards.
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Jun Mo watched the general in the army.
He doesn't know who the other party is, but knowing that the other party should be a very important character.
So he decided to kill this person.
If it was usually, he would definitely not want to, and walked over with the iron sword.
But he was seriously injured at this time, and he lost his drama. He was tired.
So he just stood quietly and looked at Bai Haixin quietly.
He started thinking about this problem.
How can I kill this person?
If it was before, he could have countless ways.
But now, he must find a new method.
He suddenly thought of Liu Bai's moment of retreat.
That picture quickly picked up in front of his eyes, and then became extremely slow.
He saw it clearly.
He raised his left hand, and the iron sword summoned the autumn wind before the Qingxia.
The breath of the world is uneasy, and the cold wind blows.
Dahe's embankment. Flood flooding.
His body was like a feather, floating on the surface, and instantly fluttered to dozens of feet.
He looked at Bai Haixin in front of him, waving a sword.
Then he retreated and fell on the original ground.
Bai Haixin looked at the Qingxia and frowned slightly. He didn't know what happened. He just felt a flower in front of him. He didn't know that there was a bloodline in his neck.
Then he looked at the subordinates around him.
It's such a simple turn. He turned his head down.
His skull is separated from the body and falls to the ground.
Blood splash.
The exclaim.
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Jun Mo's body was slightly dangling and his face was whiter.
His spiritual and thoughtful power. In this simple plundering, consumes more.
He may fall at any time.
He has killed the enemy's coach.
He never gives people a mighty feeling.
But he is a real warrior.
The real warrior, even if there are only half of his life left. It is also necessary to take the first level in the Wanjun bus.
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Sadly exclaiming, then the hoof sound like rain.
Dark cavalry began to charge.
The sound of Qin Xiao has sounded, and the spring water is dingling.
From time to time, the cavalry fell from the horse's back, and from time to time, there were war horses fell to the ground, and then trampled by the companions behind them into meat mud and blood. The cavalry was not a practitioner.
Beiyong Weiyang and Ximen are not confused.
The string on the Guqin was repaired by the master. Dongxiao was dredged by the master. They were injured by the Tianda god officials. Although they were treated by the master, they could not heal in such a short period of time.
They bowed their heads to blow flute, and their expression focused on seriously.
The string stains blood, the flute tube starts to drop blood.
The wooden pomelo stood under the eaves of the canopy, holding several feathers in his hand. Looking at the cavalry rushing like a tide.
Brother Liu was standing outside the forest, holding the heavy hammer tightly, and the muscles on the arm were about to break the shirt.
The four brothers were holding the river and mountain plate, trembling arms, and pale face. He knew that the academy was facing the biggest danger at this time, and it was possible that the whole army could not help. But he could not help his younger brothers and sisters.
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Jun Mo waved the iron sword.
The iron sword's hilt was held in his left hand, and he was still mighty.
Blood is soaring, the hoof breaks the first level.
I don't know how many cavalry, fell under the iron sword.
However, there were too many cavalry rushing to Qingxia. He had just broken his arms and was seriously injured. Although he did not retreat in the black tide, he could not stop the tide from gradually rising and drowned the reef.
Jun Mo's figure was gradually swallowed by a tide -like cavalry.
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Dozens of ride over the gradually dim iron sword, before coming to Qingxia.
Muyou looked at the twisted faces of the cavalry, and his hands were slightly harder to break the feather arrow in his hands.
A pure heaven and earth, overflowing from the canopy to the field.
On the ground full of bloody blood, five extremely deep gully appeared.
Wu Dao gulfur, just surrounds the exit of Qingxia.
Those gully are very deep, the darkness does not see the bottom, but it is not wide. It will be able to accommodate the horseshoe.
A war horse's foreskin, stepped into the gully, was broken by the huge power of the front when it was broken.
The tragic horses sounded one after another, and more than ten ride horses hit the ground heavy.
The temple cavalry sounded a few sharp drinks, and then continued to charge.
They know that this is the power of the formation, and they must kill the woman who hosts the formation as soon as possible.
Brother Liu held the hammer and stood in front of him silently. The burly body completely blocked the sister and sister.
There were more than ten branches of cold arrows, and he did not change his face.
The sharp arrow cluster shot his ** chest, leaving only a few small white spots on the dark skin.
A cavalry bravely and lucky crossed the five gullies and rushed to the canopy.
The battle horses are extremely fast, and the wind comes up.
Brother Liu raised the hammer and smashed it.
In his life, he was doing this action.
Even the strong man of the Magic sect may not be able to avoid his hammer.
What's more, it is an ordinary cavalry.
The heavy hammer, accurately smashed on the head of the war horse.
Just listening to Kara, the horse's head suddenly broke, and the blood erupted.
The war horses fell heavyly on the ground. Splash a fluffy dust.
Brother Liu raised the hammer again and welcomed the next enemy.
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This war before the Qingxia did not know how long it lasted.
The autumn is gradually moving west, and the cold wind is getting colder.
The sound of Qin Xiao is getting weaker and weaker.
The face of the north palace and Ximen's face is pale and kept coughing blood.
Muyou's face is getting more and more embarrassed.
Wang was hiding nervously behind the iron furnace, looking up at the sky from time to time, and seemed to be praying.
Only six brothers' hammers still waved, and the ground was full of roll horses.
Among the tide -like cavalry. I can't see the cold light of the iron sword. Only the limbs and blood that keeps flying up, prove that the man holding the iron sword is still alive and is still fighting.
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The night is getting dark.
The Temple of Xiling ignited the torch. Continue to attack Qingxia.
Under the reflection of countless torches, the night seems to be day.
The sound of piano flute in front of Qingxia is getting more and more chaotic.
The face of the North Gong and Ximen is no longer pale, and the cheeks are very ominous.
They no longer cough blood. Because they can cough and bleed.
The hair of the wooden pomelo is messy, and the power of thought will be exhausted.
Even the thick arms of the six brothers started to tremble, and the hammer even deformed.
Master Four stared at the Heishan Pan, silently.
Wang Shi has stood up from the iron furnace and watched Ye Qiongm as saying something.
They have not seen the second brother for a long time.
But they know that the second brother is still fighting.
The iron sword is still there.
Because Qingxia is still there.
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A whole night passed.
The stories that happened this night, those persistence, it is difficult to tell clearly in words.
The disciples of the academy of Shouqingxia, and the temple cavalry attacking Qingxia have reached the edge of the collapse.
The early morning came, but the sky was still dim.
Wang Shi always looked at the sky, his neck was already sore, but he didn't feel much.
Suddenly, he shouted.
Brother Liu heard this shouting, and he stunned slightly, throwing the deformed hammer. A cavalry who rolled over, and then quickly walked back to the canopy.
The fourth brother left the river and mountain plate on his left hand, and he vomited bleeding, but he ignored it and took out a piece of rune paper at the fastest speed. He tried to turn the rune paper into a breeze.
The breeze came to the iron furnace.
Brother Liu twitched the wind frost with the greatest strength.
Wind gradually ill.
Then there is wind from the Qingxia.
The style is getting suddenly.
Wang Xian watched the sky day and one night, just waiting for the wind. Waiting for the wind direction he needed.
At this time, the North Wind has arrived.
He took out the already prepared medicine powder from his arms, shook his hands and spilled it on the fire.
A slightly sweet atmosphere evaporated with the high -temperature flour, permeated in the canopy, and then went to the south of the south.
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The Temple cavalry is still constantly arranging to the Qingxia.
They suddenly smelled a faint sweet fragrance.
Then they started to bleed.
Blood flows out of their eyes, and the nostrils flow out.
The blood flowed out also brought a faint sweet fragrance.
Before a cavalry died, he suddenly remembered that he had heard this fragrance.
At that time, he was still in his hometown. There was a beautiful girl selling a white flower along the street.
This sweet fragrance is flower fragrance.
The flower fragrance of the mast flower.
It turns out that the fragrance can really hit people.
It can really kill.
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In front of Qingxia, the iron sword reproduces.
Although it is dull, although there are several gaps on Jianfeng.
But the appearance of the iron sword still represents death.
There are cavalry falling down.
Countless blood splashed into the high altitude, and then fell, like a blood rain.
In the bloody rain, Jun Mo kept killing people.
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The wind rises, the floral fragrance is getting scattered.
The cavalry gradually retreated, and the Qingxia finally appeared a flat ground before.
Junmo hand holding the iron sword and standing in the middle.
There are corpses around him.
No cavalry continues to charge.
The dark tide has become a quiet sea.
A general in the South Jin Dynasty looked at the tragic picture in front of him, and suddenly felt very tired.
Too many people died this night.
He knew that if he continued to charge again, the people of the academy would eventually can't keep the Qingxia.
Flower fragrance is not long -lasting. The man holding an iron sword always has the moment when it falls.
But he did not order his subordinates to continue the charge.
Because everyone is already chilling, they are desperate.
Tide to shoot reefs, you can shoot hundreds of millions of years.
But no one can bear it.
The general noticed that several of his famous school captains who were brave and martial arts were looking at the camps in the south. He knew that these people were like himself, and they were waiting for the sound of Mingjin to receive troops.
But there is no sound.
They want to fight again, but they have no courage.
I do n’t know who started, maybe it ’s just an inconspicuous cavalry, the horseshoe sounded slightly, leaving the blood -stained Qingxia, walking towards the south, and then more and more cavalry left the Qingxia silently.
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Junmo holds a sword with one hand and stands in front of Qingshan.
He was full of blood, his face pale, but his expression was still quiet.
The deep show is a word used to describe mountain forests.
Sometimes it can be used to describe a person's temperament and face.
He at this time.
Looking at the thousands of cavalry who gradually left the Qingxia, the iron sword in his hands finally fell slowly.
He turned around and looked at the children under the canopy, and calmly cared for.
Then he looked up at Qingshan.
In the morning light, I saw how charming Qingshan.
It is expected that Qingshan should see him.
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(This chapter cannot be divided, and I can only write it all the way, so it is a bit late. I wrote very happy and calm. This sentence is good when I would like to pass the Qingxia. This is my favorite brother, such as
Qingshan, rest tomorrow on Saturday, I wish you all a happy weekend. If there is no accident, Sunday is three more, and this month has not had to pass a monthly ticket. At this time
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