The snow fell like a curtain and fell at the base of the city wall, forming a snow line about half a person's height in front of the south gate. A scholar came here at some point and stood silently in front of the snow line.
He was still wearing the old cotton-padded jacket, but now the cotton-padded jacket was full of holes cut by swords, and hundreds of cotton buds squeezed out, trembling slightly in the snowy wind.
Some of the blood shed over the past few days has been blown away by the wind in the mountains and rivers, and more has condensed on the blooming cotton, making it look extremely black and ugly. In addition, the wooden stick in his hand has been cut with many shallow cuts.
The sword marks made him look like a beggar who had been chased by a vicious dog for many days.
However, although the description at this time was a bit embarrassing, his expression was still calm, and he still gave people a very clean feeling from the inside out, just like the slowly falling first snow.
He looked at the viewer and said: "Chang'an City is the final battleground chosen by the Academy."
The visitor looked at him and said: "I chose this place first."
The senior brother asked: "Why?"
The viewer said: "Because this city can no longer stop me."
The senior brother asked: "Then why did you come now?"
"Because until now, this city couldn't stop me."
The master of the temple held the Dao sword in his hand, looked at the majestic city in front of him, and said: "Your academy is waiting, and so am I. You are waiting for the city to recover, and I am waiting for the city to weaken."
The senior brother said: "It seems that you have waited for the result you wanted."
The viewer said: "There is no need to be surprised by this result. I have been preparing for many years to break this formation. After Master leaves this world, no one will be able to change this process."
"No matter whether things go well or against, God's will is always hard to disobey."
He looked at the senior brother in front of the snow line and said: "This snow line can't stop me, and the academy can't stop me. If I kill you, then destroy the Shocking God Formation, everything will be over."
After saying this, he walked towards Chang'an City.
The ground on the official road outside the south gate was covered with a light layer of snow. When the viewer's right foot had just landed on the ground and had not even left a trace on the light snow, he stopped.
He only took one step, or to be more precise, he only took half a step.
The viewer lowers his head and looks towards the ground.
He wears cloth shoes.
There is a very small stone next to the cloth shoe.
He looked at the stone and frowned slightly.
Then he took back his right foot and stood back to his original position.
The viewer looked around and noticed that hundreds of stones had appeared around the south gate of Chang'an City. The stones were big or small. Some had sharp edges, or some were as round as eggs.
But no matter what shape the stone is, it exudes an extremely strong sense of stubbornness and injustice. The aura seems so silent and unwilling, as if it wants to fill the entire world.
That aura was so distinct, so silent and firm. That the aura of heaven and earth in the south of Chang'an City was forced into countless obstacles, making it impossible to breathe freely.
Because of the existence of these stones, the vague passages that naturally exist between heaven and earth have become blocked like breathing. In other words, there is no distance in this world of stones.
After the first snow fell all night, the thousands of stones in the south of Chang'an City looked like soldiers in white armor. Those big stones looked like giant snow wolves in the north, full of killing intent.
The viewer looked at these stones and suddenly laughed.
He has been to Daming Lake in the wilderness more than once, so he naturally knows about the barrier.
Using block barriers to break the gap is really interesting for the academy.
But how could he be afraid?
He didn't move forward.
He stood quietly among these stones, waiting for the academy's next step.
The senior brother took a step forward and disappeared in the light snow.
The viewer knows that he has not entered the distance, but the barrier has blocked the light and blocked the line of sight.
In this rugged stone formation, neither of them could see each other, so he didn't do anything. He just waited quietly, waiting for the academy to attack him.
The snow was still falling slowly. It was faint and beautiful, but when it was about to fall to the ground, it suddenly disappeared, and then fell several feet away, or dozens of feet away. It felt very weird.
A thin piece of snow fell along the black city wall and fell on the viewer outside the city.
Along with the snow fell, there was also a short wooden stick.
The wooden sticks broke through the wind silently, and even the blocked and uncomfortable breaths between heaven and earth were not affected in any way. They followed the flow of wind and snow in nature without any trace.
The viewer's eyes brightened slightly.
This wooden stick seemed simple and ordinary, but in his opinion, it was more amazing than the block formation - he had only learned to fight a few days ago, and now he was able to perform at such a level.
When it comes to learning speed, who in the world can compare with this man?
The master raised his sword to face the wind and snow in front of him, thinking that if the Master ascends to heaven and stays at night for more than ten years, with this terrifying learning speed, he is afraid that it will be difficult for him to suppress the opponent like now.
The Dao sword cut through the wind and pierced the snow, and hit the wooden stick in the seemingly empty falling snow.
This is the second encounter between sword and stick after arriving in Chang'an City.
It is completely different from the shocking scene of the first encounter, where the city was covered with snow like a curtain. This time the sword and the stick met, it seemed so peaceful and gentle, just like the first snow falling into the lake, before it melts.
The thousands of stones in front of the south gate exuded a rugged and hard atmosphere, but when the swords and sticks met, an extremely soft breath instantly diluted the atmosphere of the block formation.
The swords and sticks met in the air, met at a point, and stood still. In the space of several feet around that point, everything was still, whether it was wind or snow.
The snowflakes stopped falling and stood still in the air, making the scene look particularly weird - then the snowflakes broke into pieces, starting from the edges and reaching the center of the snowflakes, breaking into the finest powder.
Powder-like snowflakes fell one after another and sprinkled on the bodies of the viewer and senior brother.
There were countless more tears in the senior brother's cotton-padded jacket, and blood flowed out again.
There was wind and snow rising from the ground, blowing around him, like a pair of invisible wings, pushing his scarred body back like flowing snow, exiting the fortress and entering Chang'an City.
The viewer frowned slightly, a little surprised.
There is a fortress in the south of the city. There is no distance in the eyes, but there is a distance.
This has a great impact on him and an even greater impact on the other party.
But since the academy thought of a way to break Wuju, there would inevitably be follow-up measures, so he allowed Fenxue to come and prepare for the academy's next move.
However, the Academy did nothing and retreated directly into Chang'an City.
In this case, he will enter Chang'an City.
To enter Chang'an City, you need to break through the jagged rocks in front of you.
The master of the temple waved his sleeves and rolled up thousands of layers of snow, like flowing clouds.
Next to the official road, a huge stone weighing tens of thousands of kilograms rose up in the wind and fell far away in the fields.
He waved his sleeves again, and another boulder flew up.
He walked towards the city gate.
Walking all the way, my sleeves are rolled up like clouds, and rocks are flying and destroyed all the way.
Why cast blocks?
Back then, Ke Haoran entered the Demon Sect's mountain gate and broke it with his sword.
He rolled it up with his sleeves.
This does not mean that the current viewer is stronger than Ke Haoran back then. The most important thing is that the block formation in the south of the city is far less powerful than the block formation at the bottom of Daming Lake.
He is the leader of the Taoist sect and has studied the Demon Sect very deeply. He knows that the real block must be a world composed entirely of stubborn stones. Although there are thousands of stubborn stones in the south of the city, it is not a world.
If it is not a complete world, then there is space.
If you have space, you can walk, and you can have more space.
There was the sound of falling rocks outside the city, the wind and snow were getting stronger, and Tsing Yi was getting closer.
On the city wall, Mo Shan had snowflakes on his temples, blood overflowing from the corners of his lips, and his face was slightly pale.
The viewer waved his sleeves at will, strolling in the courtyard, and the barrier formation was broken.
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Entering the south gate, you enter Chang'an City.
There was not a single pedestrian on Zhuque Avenue, it was extremely quiet, and only the snow kept falling.
The viewer is walking on the straight Suzaku Avenue with a relaxed expression.
He looked at the buildings beside the road and the sculptures in the middle of the street that were not completely covered by the snow. He looked at the black eaves and old snow-covered tiles, just like an ordinary tourist.
"It turns out that Chang'an City is like this."
Many years ago, when he was still a child, he once visited Chang'an City with his family elders, but it was so long ago that he no longer had any specific memories of this city.
Later, he began to practice Taoism and never came to Chang'an City again.
Because he became very powerful once he became a Taoist, Chang'an City would not allow him to come in without being invited. More importantly, the Master was always in the academy in the south of Chang'an City.
What you can't get is the best.
This is true regardless of whether it is monasticism, men and women, or anything else.
So he likes Chang'an City very much.
Unfortunately, the city was not his, so he had to destroy it.
He has thought about this city for many years.
He had thought about destroying the city for many years.
Today he finally entered the city.
I can't help but feel emotional.
He looked up at the sky where snow kept falling and said, "If you saw this scene in the sky, would you regret leaving this world too early?"
At this moment, the chirping of cicadas suddenly sounded on Zhuque Avenue.
The snowflakes falling into the city from high altitude seemed to have gained an extra layer of brightness and turned into thin cicada wings.
It's winter and the first snow has arrived. Where did the cicadas come from?
The viewer tilted his head slightly, listened attentively, and finally showed a solemn look in his eyes.
After confirming that the blockade could not stop him, he immediately gave up and let the academy withdraw into Chang'an City, using the power of the city itself. Those who can make such a decision are certainly not ordinary people.
He knew that there must be some interesting people waiting for him in Chang'an City.
But he didn't expect it to be so interesting.
It turns out that this is the academy’s last resort.
"There is a cicada in the west. It has been hiding in the mud for twenty-three years. When the snow-capped mountains melt and floods come, it wakes up. It bathes in the mud and water, dries its wings in the cold wind, and flutters through the void."
The viewer looked at the wind and snow at the other end of the long street and said calmly: "So you are here too."
The snow clouds are getting thicker, blocking the skylight, and the chilling cicadas are ringing through Chang'an City.
A little girl came out of the snow.
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