Chapter two hundred and eighty seventh lights in the rain
The towering Dharma statue was extremely huge. When he looked down at the top of the city, he was even more indifferent. The monstrous evil energy continued to scatter there, and finally fell to the world, but it failed to fall on the top of the city. Liu Banbi also had sword energy soaring into the sky, a line of
A mighty sword light rose from the top of the city, killing the huge Dharma form.
The whole scene is extremely shocking!
Shentian Faxiang smashed several sword lights with one punch. He looked at the sword energy falling down without any emotion, but as Liu Banbi jumped up, the long sword in his hand pulled out a naked eye between the sky and the earth from bottom to top.
Visible bright white lines!
It was as if this sword was going to tear a huge hole in the sky and earth vertically, splitting the entire world into two!
In the previous battle, Liu Banbi was like this, cutting open the great demonic figure named Qingsong, shocking a large number of monks from the demon tribe.
The black-robed demon is now holding his Dharma sign open again. In fact, even he is thinking whether he will make the same mistake again if he does this now.
The next moment, the bright sword light had already cut through it. Feeling the raging sword intent in it, the black-robed demon made an unexpected decision, which was to remove most of the Qi from the Dharma Appearance. He separated from the Dharma Appearance and fell into the world.
far away.
The bright sword light collided with the Dharma form, and without the help of the black-robed demon, it was naturally like cutting tofu, tearing it open easily.
The Dharma was shattered, and between the heaven and the earth, vast energy disintegrated everywhere, making a sound like a thunderstorm!
Liu Banbi fell back to the top of the city, with the sword at his waist sheathed again.
"It's scary, it's boring."
Liu Banbi took off the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip, frowned and said, "I don't even feel happy drinking with such a fight."
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Sword cultivators carry swords. Due to the preferences of sword cultivators, most sword cultivators do not like to carry swords in their hands, but rather use swords to fight against enemies. Therefore, sword cultivators who carry swords have the so-called flying sword. However, until now,
There are still a small number of sword cultivators who don't like to fight enemies with swords. They prefer to have a sword in their hands and kill monsters when they find their way.
Liu Banbi entered the academy many years ago. He originally wanted to be a scholar who could help the world. He was quite talented and had a good understanding, but mainly because of his good character. Therefore, he was favored by the dean early and accepted as a disciple.
After studying for several years and seeing the bloody history in the annals and the terrible sufferings that the human race had suffered, Liu Banbi could no longer understand those sages’ teachings. So after reporting it to the dean, he turned to learning swordsmanship and even went to the swordsmanship academy.
Qi Shan, went to get the sword and cicada, and then went to the north, and never returned to the capital of the gods.
This disciple of the dean has been fighting at the top of the city for many years, and his sword energy has been stained with countless blood. Now, he has already stepped into the realm of sword immortals, but he no longer has the sense of ease that other sword immortals have. When he draws his sword,
The style is not fancy, but it is more practical, like a veteran who has been on the battlefield for many years.
In fact, when he stepped onto the battlefield, he was already regarded as a real veteran.
After the sword was pushed out of the sheath, the thin cicada-like wings of the cicada began to tremble slightly, and the sound of the sword was like cicadas in autumn. This is also the origin of the name of the sword.
The monstrous sword energy followed the cicada out of its sheath, and faced the black-robed demon head-on.
The black-robed demon's face darkened. As early as the previous battle, he had been a bystander and watched the sword immortal in front of him draw his sword. In that battle, although he saw the sword light filling the sky, full of momentum, and countless sword energy
Although he was rolling it up in such a random way, he understood very well that the sword in front of him was not flashy.
His methods are very pragmatic.
The demonic energy in the sky overflowed from the body of the black-robed demon to block the swordsman's sword energy. The monks in the world did not want to meet the swordsman because they felt that the swordsman's killing power was too strong. It was rare in the same realm.
Rivals. But for the demon clan, the so-called sword cultivator's killing power is unparalleled in the world. It is only aimed at the other monks of the human race. For the demon clan, it is not so unacceptable.
Following the thoughts in the mind of the black-robed demon, the demonic aura in the sky had already covered up the sword energy, which was only visible to the naked eye. When the two collided, strange changes continued to occur in several places between heaven and earth.
At a few subtle points, the dark demonic energy like night was torn apart by the sword energy in that place. Under the tearing of the sword energy, many places were torn apart like cotton wool, which became very strange.
Liu Banbi held a cicada in his hand, and after handing out a sword, he stepped forward, his green shirt making a rustling sound. This swordsman who had long forgotten the principles of sages smiled and drew his sword, his eyes full of sword intent and murderous intent.
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The big demon in black robe had no expression on his face. After cutting away the demonic aura in front of him with his sword, he also punched. As a big demon who has been practicing for so many years, he did not think that he needed to face the sword fairy in front of him.
Avoid, even though the fact had been before his eyes before, and he was forced out of the great formation by the sword immortal's sword, but he only thought that he had made a momentary oversight, rather than being truly defeated.
Countless demonic energy surged out from his body, along the meridians of his arms to the huge fist, and finally spurted out, facing the tip of the cicada sword.
A strong wind suddenly rose, and Liu Banbi's black hair was blown by the wind. At the hem of his green shirt, the demonic aura turned into several small dragons and spread upwards. He had only walked half way, when he was struck by a dragon across Liu Banbi's body.
The sword energy in front of him was completely torn into pieces, the dragon's head was cut off directly, and the demonic energy naturally dissipated.
Liu Banbi flicked his sleeves and completely dispelled those evil spirits.
At the same time, the tip of the cicada's sword had already touched the fist of the black-robed demon.
At that moment, on the top of the city, a wave of air burst out between the two people, like a huge wave, pushing towards the distance. The large formation at the top of the city originally broke through a gap. At this moment,
After being pushed hard by this wave of air, several more cracks naturally appeared. Wanshi stared at this scene with his eyes wide open.
It's not like he has never seen Monk Wangyou take action, but he has never seen a battle between the so-called Sword Immortal and the Great Demon.
The two of them obviously haven't used all their methods yet, but even now, they are already extraordinary.
The most thrilling battle in this world was the one in the history of the Sword Immortal who fought with his sword against the Demon King of the previous generation in the Demonic King's Court!
But now, the Sword Immortal has disappeared a long time ago, and the Demon Emperor has also died a long time ago.
The battle between the demon clan and the sword cultivator is always good to watch.
The tip of Xian Chan's sword pressed against the big demon's fist, but after it was pressed, the tip of the sword could not move forward another half inch, and there was no damage on the fist. Seeing this scene, Liu Banbi raised his head and looked at
The demonic energy and sword energy strangled, suddenly smiled and said: "What is your true body, an old bastard who has practiced for hundreds of years? I have to say, your bastard's shell is really hard."
The black-robed demon remained indifferent. The northern demon clan was naturally different from the demon clan in the Liang Kingdom. Not only did these demon clans have a cultivation system that belonged to the demon clan, but their bodies were even more unusual. Many of them were ancient alien species. Although the demon clan
The history of the race is the same as the history of the human race. It also has an era thousands of years ago, but the existence of these alien species actually proves the existence of history to a certain extent.
Seeing that the black-robed demon didn't answer, Liu Banbi didn't care. He just smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter even if it's a bastard. Is there anything in this world that a swordsman can't kill?"
Hearing this, the black-robed demon slowly spoke, but his tone was still cold, "Do you think that the body of the demon clan is just like these useless warriors of yours?"
Among the human monks, warriors are already the toughest. Even sword cultivators have to expend a little more energy when facing the warriors' bodies. However, the demon clan is blessed with an advantage. Their bodies are much tougher than those of warriors.
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Also without relying on any Taoist assistance, when a warrior fights against a monster, it would be difficult for a warrior to break through the monster's body due to his physical toughness.
But the most unreasonable thing is that the demon clan is not only physically tough, but can also practice Taoism. This alone has long made the demon clan the most terrifying monks in the world.
There are even times when some monks can't help but wonder, is it true that only the demon clan is the true darling in the world?
Human race?
Is it just an existence that walks slowly and struggles to survive on this vast land?
Liu Banbi said calmly: "I have killed more than one demon clan here."
"It's just based on the realm of swordsmanship, bullying some monsters who are not as good as you."
The black-robed demon looked at Liu Banbi and said indifferently: "I heard that sword cultivators are the most proud, and you are an exception."
Liu Banbi didn't take it seriously at the black-robed demon's ridicule. He just smiled and said, "When I killed that guy last time, you were also watching the battle from a distance, right?"
The black-robed demon was silent. What Liu Banbi said was true.
Over the years, he has killed countless demon clans here. At first, he actually just captured and killed those demon clans who were in the same realm as him. But later, he discovered that in fact, whether it was demon clans in the same realm or other demon clans, he could kill them.
After all, they are both demon clans. In fact, there is no difference in essence. If a demon clan from the Other Shore Realm and a demon clan from the Bitter Sea Realm cross the city and go south, will there be any difference to the people of the human race?
will not have.
So after thinking about this, Liu Banbi then used his sword to kill monsters, killing them whenever he saw them, and killing them in front of him. He never worried about anything, but occasionally itchy hands, so he would look for a few monsters that were difficult to kill.
kill.
But after all, it’s impossible to say whether it’s killing monsters with a sword or killing monsters.
Liu Banbi is currently here killing demons, but he might one day be killed by the demon clan.
When the time comes, the flesh and blood will turn into the blood food of the demon clan and disappear between heaven and earth.
Of course the Sword Immortal is powerful, but the flesh and blood of the Sword Immortal is also delicious.
Where on this Great Wall has no sword immortal died?
"Actually, the flesh and blood of you Sword Immortals is not tasty and is a bit chewy."
The black-robed demon said indifferently: "The sword energy will not dissipate after death. If you eat it in one mouthful, it will be troublesome."
He spoke for no reason, which made Liu Banbi feel a little interesting, "Yes, sword cultivators have always been troublesome and always like to make trouble. If I die later, don't think about eating me, lest you break your heart."
A tooth.”
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With the tip of the sword pressed against his fist, Liu Banbi rarely exchanged a few words with the black-robed demon in front of him, but in fact during the conversation, the two of them were competing elsewhere.
Then the two of them fell silent, Liu Banbi walked forward, and the sword energy filled the sky like the tide lapping the shore!
The blade of the cicada sword suddenly bent like a waning moon, and waves of sword energy rippled across the blade, making it look like a lake.
The black-robed demon didn't take a step back, but his face became more serious. He had never underestimated the sword cultivator's killing power, but at this moment, he still found that he seemed to have underestimated the sword cultivator's killing power.
Maybe he didn't underestimate the sword cultivator, but just underestimated Liu Banbi in front of him.
Liu Banbi suddenly raised his head and grinned, "How can it be so difficult to kill demons?"
Hearing these words and feeling the sword energy that suddenly became more and more fierce, the black-robed demon's face suddenly became a little ugly, and his mind fell into a trance in an instant.
A stream of blood burst out from his fist.
Several rays of sword light slashed towards him!
The black-robed demon's robe was instantly cut open with several gaps, and the sword energy lingered!
The demonic aura in front of the black-robed demon seemed to be blown by the strong wind, and kept retreating. At the same time, sword rays disappeared into it.
Liu Banbi raised his head and looked towards the horizon.
In the sky, between the sea of clouds, there were thousands of rays of light.
The evil aura of the black-robed demon was torn to pieces, and he retreated back.
If the black demonic energy he had bloomed before was like a swaying black lotus, now that all the demonic aura was forced back, it would be like an unfolded lotus closing again at this moment.
Weird sight.
But it doesn't stop there.
After forcing away the black-robed demon, Liu Banbi handed over the sword again with a calm expression!
Several rays of sword light rose from the ground, but did not surge into the sky. Instead, they chased and killed the big demon!
Liu Banbi laughed loudly, raised his sword and swept forward. He was one step ahead of those sword lights. He held the cicada sword in his hand and made a sound. The sword was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the sword energy was wiped across it, tearing it apart.
After opening a hole, countless sword energy poured forward.
The black-robed demon looked at the sword with a solemn expression. It wasn't that he couldn't avoid the sword in front of him, but he was worried about how he could block the several sword lights that followed the sword.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see clearly that the sword in front of him is just a momentum, and the many methods after this sword are the real methods of this blue-shirted swordsman!
Faced with these methods, the black-robed demon is now somewhat helpless.
The Northern Great Wall has not been captured in these years. In fact, apart from the fact that the Great Wall of the Liang Dynasty took too much effort, these monks who do not know why they appeared at the top of the city are also one of the reasons.
Foreign monks have always looked down on warriors, and they have no good impression of secular dynasties. Most monks will not appear here, but what are these monks thinking and why do they come?
The black-robed demon looked on indifferently, the sword already reaching his chest.
The sword energy blooms from the tip of the sword, like an extremely gorgeous flower blooming at this moment!
The black-robed demon grunted, and vaguely, he seemed to really hear the sound of a real cicada chirping.
A deep green wound appeared on his chest, with sword energy lingering on it, and there was some terrifying aura everywhere in the sharp edge.
He gritted his teeth and retreated tens of feet, then was hit by the sword light that followed and hit his heart, letting out a painful howl!
He was swept away by the sword light and flew backwards, hundreds of feet away!
The green-shirted swordsman who was supposed to take advantage of the situation did not move forward, but landed on the top of the city. He looked into the distance and said with a smile: "I don't know your name, but I don't need to know it. I won't kill you today.
I’ll put the head on your neck for now, so I can take good care of it. I’ll take it when I see you next time.”
The black-robed demon raised his head and looked here from afar. After just one glance, he no longer stayed and retreated in embarrassment. But from the fight just now, he had already understood where he was the opponent of the sword immortal in front of him.
Watching the black-robed demon disappear into the sky, he sat on the top of the city and took a sip of wine.
But when the wine gourd was taken away from his lips, there were some mottled blood stains on it.
"Senior Sword Immortal, why don't you take advantage of the situation to hunt down a great demon? If he dies here, the pressure on the North will be much less in the future!"
If it were in the past, Liu Banbi would have done whatever he wanted to do for other things, but he watched a big demon escape right in front of his eyes. Wanshi couldn't figure out why the sword in front of him was so powerful.
Why did Senior Xian do nothing but allow the other party to leave?
Therefore, when he opened his mouth like this, he was somewhat indifferent.
Liu Banbi didn't pay attention, and just said casually: "Although he was injured by me, his origin was not injured. The reason why he retreated was not because he was worried that I would kill him with the next sword, but because he was worried that this was a trap set by us. If
If he stays up for a while, more than one Monk Wangyou will play with him. As for me, I don’t have anyone to help me. If I want to kill him, it will take some time."
Liu Banbi said calmly: "According to your wishes, it will take some time anyway, even if you go deep into Mobei, it won't be a big problem, right?"
Wanshi shook his head and hurriedly said: "If it was just at the top of the city, the senior would use his sword to kill the demon, and naturally he would have to do his best, but if it goes deep into Mobei, it would not be necessary. The demon clan might have some ambush in Mobei. This can be done easily.
It’s not a good thing to go.”
Liu Banbi said nothing, but a trace of blood flowed from his lips.
"senior?!"
Wanshi lowered his voice, but still exclaimed.
Liu Banbi raised his hand to wipe away the blood indifferently, "It's not that he doesn't want to kill him, nor is he afraid of going deep into Mobei, nor is it because of his injuries. The reason for not killing him is very simple. There are still many people who need to be rescued at this moment."
After Liu Banbi said this, he stood up. He said these words before just because of breath adjustment and nothing else.
"There are so many abandoned people at the General's Mansion. Although there are reasons why they have to give up, in my opinion, no one in the world deserves to be abandoned, so you should be saved if you need to."
As Liu Banbi spoke, he was already flying towards the sky, rushing to the next place. He did not mention the risks involved because it was meaningless.
It doesn't matter to him whether he dies somewhere.
He has been in the north for so many years and has no regrets. When he dies, he dies.
Oh, actually there are some regrets.
That little junior sister is said to be more talented than him and more suitable for learning swordsmanship. I have written so many letters, but I haven't seen them yet.
A sword light swept across the sky!
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There has been heavy snow in the capital of God.
In a daze, another winter has come quietly, and the capital of God is covered with heavy snow. The sky and the earth are all pure white, especially over there at the academy, the South Lake is frozen, and the small pavilion in the middle of the lake is covered with snow.
Profound.
The dean came back from the south and saw that nothing had changed. It was snowing heavily today, so he cooked a pot of mutton and ate it under the pavilion.
But there are only two people who can accompany him.
Wei Xu, a scholar who always accompanied the dean, and Xie Nandu, a young girl from the Xie family who is now a swordsman.
The dean casually grabbed a big bone, regardless of whether there was oil on it, he just buried his head and ate it, not caring that his hands were covered with oil.
On the side, Wei Xu looked at the small stove, on which was warming a pot of ordinary sorghum wine.
A clean cloth was placed on the stone table in front of the dean.
Xie Nandu took a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly without saying anything.
The dean finally solved the big bone, put it down, picked up a cloth, and wiped his hands randomly. As soon as he finished wiping, Wei Xu poured a bowl of wine and handed it to the dean, who took it with satisfaction.
Smelling the sorghum wine that became more fragrant after being heated, he sighed: "Life like this may seem ordinary, but if ordinary people can live it from time to time, they won't think about the emperor taking turns to come to my house next year.
The beauty of the world does not necessarily have to be so magnificent. Eating a meal of mutton in winter is also very beautiful."
After hearing this, Xie Nandu raised his head and was about to speak, but the dean shook his head, put the wine bowl between his lips, drank it all in one gulp, and felt the aroma of the wine crashing around in his mouth, and then said: "History
In the prosperous age, everyone could have enough to eat. It was difficult to eat meat, but it was even harder not to be eaten."
Putting down the wine bowl, the dean sighed again: "This year's snow in the capital of God seems to have come earlier than usual. At this moment, it is estimated that it has not even started snowing in Mobei."
Xie Nandu said softly: "According to senior brother's letter a few days ago, when it comes to Mobei, it should be more than a month before it snows."
The dean asked: "How long has it been since that kid wrote a letter?"
Ever since Xie Nandu said he wanted to start practicing swordsmanship and the dean wrote a letter to Mobei, Xie Nandu and that senior brother had often exchanged letters, and that senior brother had given answers to all the problems in swordsmanship.
"It has been more than a month. The last time I received a letter from my senior brother was that I took the time to write one during the break between the wars. I wrote to my senior brother at the beginning of the month, but he did not reply. I am afraid that the war in Mobei has reached its most difficult period.
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Xie Nandu looked at the dean with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
The dean smiled and just said: "Your senior brother was actually very good at reading in the early years. He could memorize the teachings of sages and sages after just a few glances, and he could also express his own opinions.
Speaking of this, there is another stupid boy who always likes to misinterpret the meaning of saints. He really deserves to be beaten... Forget it, he just likes to read, so he naturally reads all books. Reading too many books is not a good thing, just like
Just like this stupid boy, one day he opened those history books and saw the history of cannibalism, and felt that we scholars were useless."
Having said this, the dean looked at Wei Xu.
Wei Xu said softly: "We are indeed not as good at fighting as sword cultivators."
The dean snorted coldly and frowned: "I accidentally started learning swordsmanship, and turned out to be somewhat talented. This made him feel amazing. He ran to Jianqi Mountain to get the sword, and then he
Never come back again, run to the north, how many years has it been?"
Wei Xu smiled and said nothing. He had dealt with this fellow disciple in the past and knew that he had a cheerful temperament. In fact, even if he stayed in the academy, he would probably find the academy boring one day and leave. He would also go to the north if he didn't.
Somewhere else.
"Teacher, don't worry, no matter how worried you are about the war in the north..."
Wei Xu started to speak but stopped.
The dean snorted coldly and said impatiently: "When did I worry about him?"
Xie Nandu was speechless.
Wei Xu just poured another bowl of wine for his teacher.
The dean looked at the mutton cooking in the pot and the white mist that was constantly steaming up, but said nothing.
Xie Nandu ate the mutton silently.
I don't know how long it took, but Xie Nandu slowly stood up and saluted the dean seriously.
The dean glanced at her and said casually: "After all, you are my disciple and you have been bullied. As a teacher, I naturally have to do something, and the matter is not big, so why do you do this?"
Xie Nandu smiled and said: "Since the teacher has done something for the students, there is no problem in doing the students a courtesy and thanking them."
When the dean heard this, he smiled slightly and no longer stopped him. He just watched Xie Nandu salute and then said with satisfaction: "Since you have read a lot of books and are now practicing swordsmanship, you are the same as your senior brother who left."
It’s the same way, but he’s having trouble reading these sages’ books now, so don’t try to imitate him.”
Xie Nandu nodded slightly without saying a word.
The dean murmured: "This guy is already a swordsman, and he doesn't look like a scholar at all."
After that, the dean made several more gossips, which were nothing more than instructions. Xie Nandu listened quietly, and finally the dean waved his hand and let Xie Nandu leave.
Wei Xu looked at the little mutton left in the pot and took the iron pot away.
The dean suddenly said: "Wei Xu, let's make a bowl of longevity noodles."
Wei Xu subconsciously asked: "It seems that the teacher's birthday is not today?"
The dean sneered: "Of course not today!"
Wei Xu was startled, a little dazed.
The dean didn't explain anything, but after waiting for a long time, Wei Xu came over with a bowl of longevity noodles.
After placing it in front of the dean, Wei Xu couldn't help but said: "Teacher, is there any reason in the world to eat longevity noodles on behalf of one's disciples on his birthday?"
The dean looked at the bowl of longevity noodles in front of him, and with a rare seriousness, he said: "This guy is in the north. Even if it is his birthday today, he might still be wandering between life and death. How can he have time to eat these things?"
Looking at the longevity noodles in front of him, the dean muttered, "You bastard."
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In front of him, Liu Banbi saved people with his sword for thousands of miles, and then several people in the hall actually rushed to various places. I didn't know if they could save all the soldiers who were originally regarded as abandoned sons, but they did this.
It is better to do something than to do nothing after treating them as abandoned children.
Everyone in the hall left, and the old man, who was the general of the Northern Territory, did not continue to hold on. Instead, after sitting down, he coughed a few times, and a group of bright red blood appeared on his palm as a military flag of the Northern Territory.
, this general naturally does not have to fight for his life like other soldiers, but when he has to take action, he naturally cannot hide.
In the previous battles, the demon king's side intended to wear down the northern general, so each time they sent a big demon to fight with the general.
Although this general was one of the three most capable warriors in the Liang Dynasty, even if he made up his mind to fight between life and death, the guarding envoy would definitely die in his hands.
From this point of view, the general in front of him is very likely to be one of the two most terrifying warriors in the entire Daliang Dynasty. The reason for saying this is actually to leave some thin face to the Emperor of Daliang, otherwise
It is not an exaggeration to say that this northern general is the number one warrior.
It's just that great heroes also grow old. The Northern General in front of him is not in good health now. Apart from injuries, the biggest reason is that he is old.
Old age, physical weakness, and decay of vitality are inevitable things that no one can avoid.
He is very old. He was already the general of the Northern Territory during the reign of Emperor Lingzong. Naturally, he is older than the current emperor.
Wiping off the blood on his palms, the general looked at the map densely marked with countless locations, his mind wandering far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
I don't know how long it took before a man dressed as a middle-aged scholar walked in outside the door.
Looking at this man, the general smiled. I don't know how many of the plans for this war were actually planned by him and the middle-aged Confucian scholar in front of him. In fact, there were many plans before this war.
Shao Dongxi, many strategies in the Northern Territory were jointly designated by him and the general. This middle-aged Confucian scholar has never left since he came to the Northern Territory many years ago. Not only did he not leave, he also did not accept an official position from the imperial court.
It's like a shadow, always standing behind the general, handling many things in the north for him.
The general smiled and said softly: "Yachang, you are here."
But the middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head, looked at the general, and asked, "How long can your body last?"
The general smiled bitterly and said: "I dare not say anything else. Anyway, I will be alive before this war."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar said "Oh", naturally he knew what the general meant when he said this.
"You can't go to Qingshi Pass."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at a certain point on the map with a serious expression, "Then I don't have anyone available. If Liu Banbi can put his life on the line, he can be considered one. Unfortunately, he has already set off to go elsewhere, and now he has no one to send."
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The general was startled and asked: "What on earth are you talking about?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar ignored the general and just said to himself: "We set up this game together, but there is a flaw. When I was laying it out, I was betting that the other party wouldn't be able to see the flaw, but judging from their actions,
, it is indeed unnecessary to cover up deliberately. They have already discovered the problem at Qingshi Pass. If Qingshi Pass is broken, the whole situation will become very bad for us. The small victory we originally envisioned will now turn into a big defeat.
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The general did not hesitate and said: "I'll go!"
He stood up suddenly, like a solid stone.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at him and said, "Do you think you can go if you want to, or that it will be useful if you go? As you are now, it will not matter whether you go or not. Even if you risk your own life, it will be of no use."
The general frowned and said: "How could this happen? In this situation, didn't you say that the possibility of the faulty demon clan discovering it was extremely slim?"
"Not all smart people in the world are on our side. There are also smart people in the demon clan. They will be discovered when they are discovered. What we have to do now is to think about how to solve it."
The general was silent.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned and said softly: "There is a way to make up for it, but it may be a little slow."
"If we are really slower, we will definitely lose. This result... is hard to accept."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned slightly and whispered: "The remedy..."
The general looked at him and said resolutely: "I will come to Qingshi Pass in person."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the general in front of him and wanted to repeat his previous words, but he quickly looked at the general and waved his hand, and said directly: "There is nothing to say. I know my own body well. I will die at Qingshi Pass."
Okay, at least I can delay you some time."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar stopped talking, just took a step back, and saluted the general solemnly.
"It doesn't have to be like this, it's just a country of death."
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Qingshi Pass has always been the most insignificant of the passes before the Great Wall in the North. Because it was built in a short time and its location is too ordinary, it has never been an important town. But in this battle,
, this seemingly insignificant Qingshi Pass actually carries a lot. The layout of Daliang is a big pocket. The three passes in the southeast are all openings in this big pocket, and Qingshi Pass seems insignificant.
But it is actually the rope that pulls the opening shut.
Based on such an important status, Qingshi Pass should actually be heavily guarded. However, according to the calculations of the middle-aged Confucian scholars, no matter how heavily guarded Qingshi Pass is, if the demon clan discovers the importance of this pass, then it will definitely
A large army will be sent, and no matter how heavily guarded the place is, it may not be able to hold it.
Therefore, the middle-aged Confucian scholar was cruel and chose the strategy of not guarding it with heavy troops. Instead, he just guarded it with normal soldiers. However, if the demon clan discovered the importance of this place, then there would be almost no trace of anything in Qingshi Pass.
It is possible to defend it, unless reinforcements arrive here before the opponent comes to Qingshi Pass.
In fact, the guard of Qingshi Gate did not receive the news. He was patrolling the guards here as usual. However, when he came from the east tower to the west, he saw a man appear on the top of the city inexplicably.
The man was tall, and his black robe was embroidered with some exotic animal patterns, but it was unclear what they were.
The guard of Qingshi Pass looked at the man, and his expression changed drastically. He didn't know the man's identity, he just knew that this man couldn't be a soldier in the pass. If he wasn't, then he couldn't appear at the top of the city.
But he clearly didn't feel the damage to the city's formation, so how did the man in front of him get to the city?
The guard of Qingshi Gate thought for a moment, but before he could speak, he saw a blood mist appear in front of his eyes.
Before he could react, he lost consciousness.
he died.
After being glanced at by that man, the guard of Qingshi Pass died just like that.
The man didn't pay attention to this matter. He looked at the city head indifferently. This insignificant bluestone pass had never been in his eyes.
He quickly crossed the city head. When he crossed the pass, a bluestone pass collapsed and turned into ruins. Those bluestones were originally transported from the hinterland of Daliang, and the bluestone pass was named after it. But at this moment, the bluestone pass
It suddenly broke apart and became nothing more than a thing of the past.
The man continued to walk south. Between the Qingshi Pass and the Great Wall of the North, there were many foreshadowings, large and small, on a line. He had to uproot all the so-called foreshadowing lines for thousands of miles, and then he could completely eliminate them.
Everything here is broken open, and the hole is exposed again.
But after walking forward for only half a day, he had to stop.
Because in the Mobei wilderness ahead, a person also appeared.
A man wearing imperial robes.
The first time I saw that man, the man from north to south knew his identity.
Of course, the other party also knew his identity at this moment.
The two looked at each other, and the world became quiet.
"You actually came from the capital of God, I never thought about it."
The man who was going north looked at the Emperor Liang in front of him with a horrified expression.
Emperor Liang ignored him and just walked forward. At the same time, every time he took a step, the terrifying coercion between heaven and earth became stronger. A martial artist does not practice Taoism, so his methods are single. However, as a martial artist with a high enough level,
At that time, even if there was no so-called Taoism attached to him, he could still have such power just by virtue of his powerful state.
In just an instant, the powerful being who could shatter the blue stone pass with just a thought before turned pale in front of Emperor Liang and was almost unable to move.
Emperor Liang glanced at him indifferently, and then his face suddenly turned ugly, and a trace of blood flowed directly from the corner of his mouth.
It seemed like he would die here in the next moment.
"There will be no good results if you kill me!"
Emperor Liang didn't want to pay attention to him at all. He just came to him and slapped his palm. A vast and terrifying aura overflowed from his palm, and in just an instant, the man's life was wiped away.
Emperor Liang took back his hand and was extremely calm.
As the Emperor of Daliang, many people under his command have died. Even though the one in front of him is not a human but a demon, it is no different.
Then he came to the ruins and did not stop, but continued heading north.
In fact, there has never been a clear division between the human race and the demon race in Mobei. The human race takes the Great Wall of the North as the final bottom line, but it definitely does not think that the human race's territory is this.
On the contrary, they have always believed that the thirty thousand miles in Mobei are all human territory.
Emperor Liang crossed Qingshi Pass and headed towards Mobei.
In the past many years in the northern border, the monster race and the human race have been fighting, but no one has ever gone deep into Mobei alone.
Today's Emperor Liang is the first.
He headed north along the endless Mobei Plain.
Soon they encountered an army of monsters.
A dense army of monsters appeared at the end of the sky, and it was so dark that it looked like night.
However, after the demon army discovered that a man appeared in front of them, they quickly chose to stop.
The demon general at the front looked into the distance, looking at the man in imperial robes with a solemn expression.
The lieutenants beside them also felt the powerful and terrifying pressure, and the monsters under their crotches were trembling at this moment.
"General, who is that?"
The army stood silently without any movement.
The monster general's face darkened and he said seriously: "He is the king of the human race."
After hearing this, the deputy general said in confusion: "Then why don't we kill him!"
The demon general shook his head and tried his best to calm himself down. "If I have ten times more troops, I will try to kill him. If it is five times more, I will try to trap him. If I have two times more troops, I will try to kill him."
Next time you run away alone, but now...I can only be with you..."
"We will die here, at the hands of this human king."
The demon general smiled bitterly and spoke, his eyes full of unwillingness.
The deputy general frowned and said, "Why is the general so afraid?"
"Because I feel the aura in him that I have only felt in His Majesty."
The demon general shook his head and closed his eyes.
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The 10,000-word chapter is really the final chapter of this volume that has been delayed for three days. Well, there should be a summary of what Wu Fu has written so far on the public account later, so you can read it then.
