(The content of the new book is used to prevent theft. Please refresh it after twelve o'clock. Blood S-The long sword danced wildly in the dark night. Xiao Yuan glanced around and found that he was surrounded heavily. The long sword in his hand was originally rare in a century.
The good product at first sight was gradually opening up in the successive battles. However, the three warriors in front of him were pressing forward step by step, surrounding him with swords and slashes.***
"Kill out" the only thought in his mind screamed at him. Only by fighting out from here can those things be left behind and those people will not die in vain. Thousands of troops fought bloody battles, knowing that they couldn't do anything but doing it, the feeling in their hearts
Righteous way, where are you? I don’t know how many years I have worked hard for the so-called right way. He originally thought that pacifying the bandits, helping today’s orthodoxy to be honored, and making the people of the world happy and healthy is the right way. It is only now that he has truly understood it.
He did some m-n tricks, but it seemed he could not escape death.
The cunning rabbit dies, the running dogs are cooked, the birds are gone, and the good bow is hidden. The world is peaceful, but the last righteous path in the world is about to be destroyed. First, the old monk Gutuo of Tianlong Temple passed away inexplicably, and then the gentleman Jian Zhuo Wuchen of Huashan rebelled.
After his death, the world-famous Mohist family suffered great changes and the government city was destroyed.
The right path is one person or countless people.
In order to trace the cause and effect, Xiao Yuan, as the Marquis of Dingyuan with both civil and military skills in the dynasty, pursued all the way, but found a huge plot. When he wanted to continue the investigation, Emperor Wen De, the current emperor, sent out twelve secret edicts to summon him back to the palace.
, it was the first time in the past five hundred years that the Great Xia Dynasty had dozens of emperors, and the target was the youngest marquis in a thousand years—Dingyuan Marquis, Xiao Yuan.
The feeling of laughing at the sky with a sword has long since disappeared. Now the Marquis of Dingyuan finally wants to obey the emperor's wishes and carry out the emperor's orders.
He returned to the imperial capital, but he never forgot those colleagues who sacrificed their lives for the country on the battlefield and later died inexplicably during the Jingtai era. Although those people were in the world, they made great contributions to the imperial orthodoxy. Finally, he discovered the reason.
And at that moment, the spearhead to destroy the Holy Light was pointed directly at him.
In the fourth year of Wende, Gao Qiang, the chief steward of the inner palace, declared, "By God's will, the emperor issued an edict that Dingyuan Marquis Xiao Yuan allowed his family members to commit murders in the streets and privately appropriated the thick soil of the imperial mausoleum for his own use. There is no law of law, and the emperor's crimes are the same as those of the common people."
, My king, in memory of his past achievements, reduces his title and hopes that he will reflect deeply. I admire this."
Xiao Yuan vividly remembered the cry of his eldest brother's only flesh and blood: "Uncle, my nephew really has never killed anyone, you must save me."
He understood all this. The Holy One wanted him to hand over the gold medal for immunity from death given by the emperor in the past. He did not hesitate at all. In this peaceful and prosperous age, he only had such a nephew by his side. If he lost even him, he would probably have to keep him in this life.
The biggest regret was that he silently recited the word "Liu Hao" in his heart, with blood flowing from his mouth. That was the name of the current emperor, and it was also the general who fought with him on the battlefield in the past, but now the general has returned to his status as an emperor after hundreds of battles, and he.
"Xiao Yuan, when we leave Kunlun Mountain today, the fate between you and me as master and disciple will come to an end. Have you thought about it?" The desolate words in the master's eyes were still echoing in his ears,
"You will always regret doing many things in this world, but if you don't do them, I'm afraid you won't be relieved for the rest of your life."
That was a rebellious age, and the world was unkind and righteous and everything was like a stupid dog, so I went against heaven and ended this life. My heroic words only left me with a lot of pain.
Soon after, Xiao Yuan's identity changed again and again, and finally he became a traitor, the dignified Marquis Dingyuan, but now he is like a bereaved dog. This may be the reason why the master did not want him to go down the mountain and enter this troubled world.
Kunlun Swordsman, the most outstanding man in the world, is the M-N sect with the most advanced swordsmanship in the world today. It is easy to kill someone's head from a hundred steps away, so some people will be afraid, those former enemies will be afraid, and so will their masters.
fear.
The swordsmanship of Kunlun Mountain should not have entered the world, and it should not be left behind in this peaceful era.
The sword in Xiao Yuan's hand became heavier and heavier. He had known his fate for the past three years and spent three years searching for the Sutra of the Past left by Gu Tuo and the Seventy-Two Huashan Scriptures carved by Zhuo Wuchen on the top of Mount Huashan.
Road swordsmanship, as well as the Mohist secret art.
"Xiao Yuan, traitor, you still haven't put down the murderous weapon in your hand. Go back with the Za family obediently. In the memory of our past friendship, we may be able to keep your body intact." A good general becomes a traitor, and a sword becomes a murderous weapon. Gao Qiang's male duck-like voice spoke in a thousand words.
The sound sounded outside, but it was extremely loud. It turned out that he was also a master of the inner family. Hearing this continuous sound, he was afraid that he had been in the fire for at least several decades, and he didn't know it before. Only now did Xiao Yuan realize that he had underestimated too many people.
, otherwise I wouldn’t be trapped here.
Kunlun's sword skills that slaughtered the city in a rage could not see through the human heart in the world.
There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and heavy rain came in an instant. The cold feeling on his face and body made Xiao Yuan want to cry loudly. He was chased all the way. His nephew died, and he had already suffered countless injuries.
, and the sword in his hand didn’t know how many people he had killed. He was exhausted physically and mentally, and all his thoughts were lost. But at this moment, his mood was surprisingly calm. He just had to keep killing like this, keep killing, kill all the faint kings, and create a bright path for the world.
, for the deceased old monk Gutuo and the dead Junzi Sword, the Mohist government found a way for him and himself to live an ordinary life. But they couldn't, and they were surrounded and killed. The current emperor was even more frightened by the sharpness of Kunlun's swordsmanship.
, the more they want to kill him and silence him, and if the emperor wants his foundation to be solid, he must eliminate all possible dangers. Water can carry a boat and it can also capsize it. Unfortunately, what they understand is another meaning, so the famous general
No brave man can stay.
After a few more ups and downs, several people were killed in a row. Xiao Yuan's face was already covered in blood. He raised his eyes and looked up at the sky during the fight. The bright moon was actually blood red, and the brave general in front of him was also red.
An expert, while he was stunned, slashed at him with a single blow. The aura that dominated the world, in Xiao Yuan's eyes, he could only sigh slightly: "With this kind of skill, if I could kill the enemy back then, I wouldn't know it in the battle of Xuzhou City."
How many soldiers will die?"
He was like a wild goose, and even though he was seriously injured, he managed to avoid being attacked by three people. Thousands of iron guards and golden-armored guards surrounded him, but in this way, Xiao Yuan's situation eased.
The man with the sword must be a hero. He has heard about Dingyuan Hou for a long time. If the three people and thousands of sergeants hadn't besieged him today, he might have thought he was no match. When he saw Xiao Yuan evade the three men's siege, his eyes turned l-
With a hint of sadness, he said loudly: "Master Hou, I'm Ouyang Nan, the chief instructor of the Royal Forest Army. You are determined not to escape now. You might as well come back to Beijing with us to face the Holy Spirit. Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope."
In his words, Ouyang Nan still respected Xiao Yuan, but there was a slight vibrato in his words. Thinking of the words "Holy Words, Life or Death", he also had some doubts about what he said.