He is a real person, and his words are also bold. Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan, who was the most timid and fearful of death, was so proud and showed no fear at this moment, the other nine people who were traveling with him also relaxed a little.
The farewell team was very large. There were about 220 or 30 demonic disciples in Wushan at the moment. They all flew into the air, following Ye Xiaochuan and others, flying towards the Gate of Catastrophe eight hundred miles away.
Not long after the stream of light formed by more than two hundred magical weapon tail flames flew away from Wushan, suddenly densely packed huge strange birds appeared in the sky from all directions.
On the back of each strange bird, there are at least two alien warriors sitting, one is controlling the strange bird, the other is holding a long sword, and there are many alien warriors carrying bulging quivers on their backs.
It is the elite of the foreign elites in southern Xinjiang, the Dragoon Regiment.
Tens of thousands of dragon riders surrounded them from all directions, and finally gathered together, forming a black cloud that covered the sky and the sun, following behind Ye Xiaochuan and other human cultivators.
The battle flag was flying, and the black armor shone in the sky. Seeing this scene, Ye Xiaochuan was so proud that he insisted on writing a poem to everyone in front of them.
Who doesn’t know this guy’s literary talent? It’s really unflattering. Apart from memorizing a few popular ancient poems to show off, the rest is relying on limericks like “Oh my mom, what a big tree branch”
dawdle.
Forget it, let him go. If he doesn't agree to compose poetry and this guy sings instead, will he still be allowed to live?
Ye Xiaochuan cleared his throat and said loudly: "The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty..."
As soon as he shouted four words, everyone flying behind him shouted in unison: "Don't chant out of the gate!"
Ye Xiaochuan was dumbfounded. He pointed at the few ancient poems that he knew before and were floating around the literary world. He searched for them for a long time and then patted his head.
Said: "Today I won't fool everyone with "Out of the Fortress". I will compose an impromptu poem for everyone."
Three thousand sword-wielding immortals, tens of thousands of nameless passes.
The sword shines on the fifteenth day, and there is no one to pity him for half a month.
The piles of corpses are like mountains, and the sky is dyed red with blood.
Aurora kills the God Emperor, and he has no regrets in this life. After reading the ancient poem, Ye Xiaochuan, who was standing on the fairy sword, looked at the people around him with a proud face. I don’t believe you have heard this poem by this great sage! This is the poem before this great sage.
When I was bored in the Jade Slip Cave a while ago, I looked through the Evil God Jade Slips and saw them. Now those jade slips are in Senior Sister Ning’s Qiankun Bag.
He has never seen anyone but himself.
The effect is very good. Most people are wondering where Ye Xiaochuan found such a poem. Thinking about it carefully, they have never heard of it. Some people who want to take the opportunity to ridicule Ye Xiaochuan for his shameless plagiarism don't know where to download it now.
Mouth spray.
However, among the more than two hundred people, there were still dozens of people whose expressions suddenly changed after hearing Ye Xiaochuan's strange poem.
They have never heard of this poem, but they know what it describes.
Feng Yuyan suddenly went crazy, and the divine light of the generals and gods surged, and he roared: "The nameless pass, thousands of fighting souls! This revenge must be avenged!"
After saying that, his body suddenly accelerated and he swept out with his sword. With a loud roar, he saw that the top of a mountain with a height of 3,000 to 4,000 feet was cut down by 100 feet with Feng Yuyan's sword.
Huge rocks fell one after another with a terrifying sound.
Everyone changes color.
Zhengdao disciples have heard from Gesang before that Feng Yuyan leveled the mountain with a sword near Tianhuo Dong two years ago. No one has ever done it before. Now that Feng Yuyan went crazy, he was like a madman. This sword was really powerful. A master in this world could do it.
There were definitely no more than ten people who took the sword head-on.
Ye Xiaochuan stared blankly at Feng Yuyan, who was slashing and venting against the mountain in the distance, and couldn't help but said: "Isn't Lao Feng really crazy? I just chanted a poem, there is no need to be so excited, right?
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Fengyi said sadly: "Do you know what this poem is about? Do you know the story behind it?"
Ye Xiaochuan was at a loss, then shook his head and said: "What? There is a story in this poem?" Feng Yi said: "In the later period of the catastrophe, the heavens once again increased their troops to the human world and launched the most violent attack on the earth in the history of the world. The peripheral defense line
They were all defeated. The battle line was approaching Shushan. I remember when I was in northern Xinjiang, I told you that there was an unnamed pass eight hundred miles north of Shushan.
The main force of the Heavenly Realm approaches the pass, and further south is the Yangtze River. In order to hold back the pace of the Heavenly Realm, that small pass has become the place that determines the fate of life and death in the world. It is also the most dangerous place since the Great War. Such an important place, the evil god handed it over to
I sent Zhu Gou to guard..."
When Ye Xiaochuan heard this, he suddenly remembered that there was such a story. He had heard Fengyi tell it more than two years ago.
He remembered that the evil god assigned Zhu Gou three thousand sword immortals and asked him to hold on for at least seven days so that the defense line of the Yangtze River could be reinforced and the people behind could move.
At the cost of three thousand sword immortals, Zhu Gou only held on for a few days before almost all of them were killed or wounded.
At that time, Li Tielan knew that seven days was far from enough for his deployment on the Yangtze River defense line, and he had to persist for at least seven days, so he hid the evil spirit and secretly mobilized an army of mortals to help Zhu Gou hold on to the unknown pass.
At that time, the main combat power was concentrated on the front line of Shushan. The only mortal soldiers that could be mobilized were some recruits who were weak in combat effectiveness and were still in training.
In that batch of recruits, there was not a single young man, all were women and teenagers, the number exceeded 10 million, and the weapons were quite crude.
It only took less than ten days for all these ten million women to die. It was these ten million women who used the crudest weapons to confront the six main armies of the heavens who were armed to the teeth.
Blood and life helped the world delay the catastrophe for ten days and killed more than two million enemies, especially the most terrifying skeletons.
The legion suffered more than 30% losses in the battle at the Nameless Pass, which weakened the power of Heavenly Man to a certain extent.
In fourteen days, more than 12 million corpses of both the enemy and ours were piled up in the small pass, stretching for more than ten miles. It was called by the evil god as the most tragic battle among the countless catastrophes and wars in the world.
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A few years later, the human world achieved a catastrophic victory, and the evil gods also learned about the battle at the Nameless Pass.
He led the remaining human forces and went to the unknown pass in person. Several days had passed by then, and the corpses had rotted into skeletons, but the height of the pile of bones was still more than hundreds of feet and stretched for more than ten miles.
The evil god knelt on the mountain of corpses and cried bitterly for three days and three nights.
That pass is still there, and it is still a very small pass. However, in front of the pass, there is a stone carving with the word "unnamed".
Ye Xiaochuan thought of this and slapped his face hard several times.
He suddenly felt that he was really disgusting. Everything could be used as a joke, except for the heroic spirits who died fighting for all living beings in the world during the catastrophe. There must be no blasphemous meaning. He vowed never to compose arty poems again.