Outside Gale City, the battle was raging, and the sounds of killing and roaring could be heard endlessly.
Flying arrows like locusts shot out of the city gate again and again, almost covering the stars and the moon, but few of them could penetrate the purple sword guard's armor.
The Purple Sword Guards were the 50,000 Purple Sword Guards built with great effort during Qin Chenggu's lifetime. Perhaps they are inferior to the Qingyun Army in terms of strict military discipline, but if we only talk about the excellent equipment, then few in the entire Wuyang Dynasty can compare with them.
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The armor worn by the Purple Blade Guards is made of fine iron, which is extremely strong. However, it is really difficult for the strong men recruited from the city gate to break through the armor. The armor is constantly pouring from the city gate of Gale City.
To a large extent, the rain of arrows could only help everyone delay the pace of the Zidao Guards. As Yang Tong led nearly 5,000 troops into the enemy formation, these archers had to restrain themselves slightly.
Crossbow arrows, in case their newly learned archery skills hurt their own family.
Xue Yun stood on the city gate, looking at the battle situation under the city gate with a frown, holding the silver gun tightly in his hand. He never wanted to jump into the enemy's formation and fight in and out with everyone, but at this moment he
But they had to command the people at the city gate. Although the courage of these recruited guys was commendable, their strength was uneven. If there was no one to raid the formation above, it would be even more chaotic.
The old violinist on the side was sweating profusely on his forehead, but his fingers were plucking the strings faster and faster, and the sound was high and continuous.
Under the city wall, Yang Tong, who was dressed in white robes, flew up and down with the sword in his hand. He shuttled through the crowd and killed decisively. Every time he made a move, he drew blood marks in the enemy formation.
The sword flashes with cold light and swims through the enemy formation.
The blood bursts with fierce light, shining in the long night.
People follow the sword, and blood flows out with the sword.
Chunliuyuan's secret art - Chunliu Sword Technique, emphasizes that the heart moves at will, and the intention is like the spring breeze.
The spring breeze passes by, moistening things silently.
If Qingfeng passes through the border, the killing will be invisible.
Yang Tong's qualifications were not very good. If it hadn't been forty years ago when the Yangshan martyrs had suffered countless casualties in resisting the Youyun bandits, Yang Tong would not have been able to fill the position of dean of Chunliu College.
Yang Tong, who has been studying for sixty years now, has only reached the level of Xingluo Realm, and is far from touching the level of Shenhe Realm. With such a level of cultivation, in a second-rate sect, he would only be able to serve as a deacon.
position, but in the defeated Yangshan, he sat in the position of dean for decades.
Over the years, Yang Tong knew that he was not talented enough. After several attempts to break through to the Divine River realm without success, Yang Tong found another way and concentrated on swordsmanship practice. This Spring Willow Swordsmanship was already extremely proficient in his hands.
In just a quarter of an hour, he had already killed seven in and seven out of the enemy formation. More than a hundred of the purple sword guards died under his sword, but he himself hardly suffered any damage.
s damage.
Yang Tong's sophistication soon attracted the attention of the commander of the Purple Sword Guard.
A long knife with the intent of a rolling knife suddenly cut through the night and struck Yang Tong from behind. At this moment, Yang Tong was in the middle of a fierce battle with the soldiers in front, and did not seem to notice the incoming blade.
He Feibai and Zhao Erbai, who were fighting not far behind Yang Tong, quickly noticed Yang Tong's danger, but at this moment they were entangled by the overwhelming influx of purple sword guards, and
There was no way to immediately come to his aid, so he could only watch anxiously as Yang Tong was in danger.
"Master! Be careful!"
He Feibai shouted loudly.
As soon as he said this, Yang Tong turned around, and the sword edge steadily stopped in front of the incoming long knife.
clang!
There was only a muffled sound as the swords met.
Although the long sword came with great force, the moment it met the long sword in Yang Tong's hand, it suddenly stopped, and the sword was unable to make any progress.
At the same time, the commander's expression also changed. He did not expect Yang Tong's response to be so timely.
"Qin Yuanshuo, as the commander of the Purple Sword Guards, the Youyun people in front of you are plundering Yingshui County, and the people are in dire straits. You don't want to resist the foreign enemies, but raise the butcher knife against your compatriots. How is this behavior different from an animal?" Yang Tong squinted his eyes.
Looking at that person, he obviously recognized him.
Qin Yuanshuo, who is now nearly forty years old, was considered a man of influence in Yingshui County in the early years. When he was young, Qin Yuanshuo had extraordinary talent, but he reached the threshold of Xingluo Realm at the age of eighteen. Although he
He was a commoner, but the Qin family attached great importance to him at that time and cultivated him with all their heart. However, when he was in his twenties, he fought bravely with others and suffered serious injuries, which damaged his foundation.
After struggling hard and relying on the resources of the Qin family, he was pushed to the early stage of the Divine River realm, but it was difficult for him to make any further progress. People in Yingshui County couldn't help but feel sad every time they talked about Qin Yuanshuo.
When Qin Yuanshuo heard this, he also frowned, and a look of shame flashed in his eyes. But the next moment, such emotions disappeared, and he said cruelly: "It's just the winner and the loser! Has Dean Yang forgotten that he was the first to win?"
How are you trying to please the people in my county governor's office? Don't you think it's ridiculous that you suddenly talked about righteousness with me today?"
Qin Yuanshuo said this, his arms suddenly exerted force, and the force coming from the sword made Yang Tong's expression change, and he involuntarily took a few steps back before he could stand firm.
Before Yang Tong could catch his breath, Qin Yuanshuo let out a loud shout and once again raised his long knife and charged towards Yang Tong.
There was already a distance between Yang Tong and Qin Yuanshuo between the Star Luo Realm and the Divine River Realm. In addition, there were soldiers from the Purple Sword Guards constantly coming out and harassing them. Yang Tong was beaten to a pulp for a while.
If you are defeated, you can only keep raising your sword to resist.
But Yang Tong was not someone willing to sit still and wait for death. After a short period of decline, he took advantage of the opponent's eagerness for success and pretended to retreat. In fact, he found an opportunity and stepped out from one side to avoid the opponent's dripping offensive.
He took the initiative to attack again, and his sword strikes were as sharp as the spring breeze blowing through the willows. However, although the angle of each sword was tricky, he did not use all his strength. The attack was just continuous, dragging Qin Yuanshuo back.
Qin Yuanshuo gradually became a little impatient under Yang Tong's offensive.
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He could clearly feel that Yang Tong's cultivation was far inferior to his, but he was unable to do anything to the opponent for a while. He swung his sword wide and wide, but the effect was very little and it was difficult to hurt the opponent at all.
"Don't be distracted! Leave this to me!" Yang Tong looked calm and even looked back at He Feibai, who had been worried about him and looked at this place from time to time.
He Feibai's unfamiliarity with cultivation and the advantage of being an ancient bloodline gave him an astonishing combat power. However, after all, the Purple Sword Guards had a large number of people. He looked back frequently, which put him in danger several times. After hearing Yang Tong's words, he
Although he was still a little worried, he understood that there was nothing wrong with the master's instructions. He simply nodded his head, gathered his thoughts, and turned around to fight with the group of soldiers.
He Feibai, who devoted himself wholeheartedly to the battlefield, immediately unleashed his ancient bloodline fighting power.
He has a yin and cold constitution, and was originally incompatible with the Yangshan Zhiyang Zhigang practice. However, he was abandoned by his parents because of his weak body and hidden diseases in his early years. In fact, Yang Tong picked him up and raised him, and then discovered his ancient origins.
Because of the existence of bloodline, Yang Tong spared no effort to find a suitable method for him to practice.
He Feibai's Spring Willow Sword Technique can be said to have been passed down by Yang Tong. His sword moves are as sharp as those of Yang Tong. Seeing the cold aura attached to the ancient blood in his body, every time he makes a move, in addition to the surging sword intent, he also
There is a billowing chill, and the lethality is no less than that of Yang Tong.
He was eager to kill, but within a quarter of an hour, dozens of people became dead souls under his sword.
But just when he knocked another soldier to the ground with one sword, a deep muffled sound suddenly came from behind the purple sword guard.
Bang!
Bang!
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The sound was low but harsh, like the sound of a heavy chain being dragged across the ground.
The moment he heard the voice clearly, He Feibai's expression suddenly changed.
It's Ziyun Sword Prisoner!
This idea came to his mind at that moment, but before he could react, billowing purple sword energy was already rising from behind the group of purple sword guards in front of him.
Several figures jumped up at that time and charged towards He Feibai.
He Feibai did not dare to be careless and hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power, gathering it at the edge of the sword.
clang!
With a muffled sound, five long knives fell on the black and white sword body.
He Feibai frowned under the huge power coming from the long sword, and his body suddenly dwarfed. However, he gritted his teeth and straightened his body. He used his arms to push the five long swords that fell on the sword.
All the knives were knocked back!
Then he calmed down the miracle in his body and was about to draw his sword to fight the enemy, but at this moment, several majestic sword energy suddenly surged out from behind him, and several Ziyun sword prisoners appeared behind him without knowing when. He Feibai's heart
Horrified, he had to stop his offensive at this moment, turned around and raised his sword to resist.
Only the offensive of several Ziyun Sword Prisoners from behind was blocked by him, and several Ziyun Sword Prisoners came out from other directions. The commander behind the Ziyun Sword Guards obviously also saw the threat that He Feibai posed to the army, and sent out two full soldiers.
More than ten Ziyun Sword Prisoners were besieging them. Even though He Feibai's combat power was astonishing, under the attack of such a large number of Ziyun Sword Prisoners, he could only parry for a while and had no ability to fight back.
The Ziyun Sword Prisoner is the most important and terrifying combat power of the Ziyun Guards.
They are all the masters selected by the Qin family from various death row camps. After extremely cruel training and selection, they have become what they are today. The Ziyun Sword Qi practiced by the Ziyun Sword Prisoners is also very special. Those who use this method must be careful.
With the thought of being fearless, one can maximize the Ziyun Sword Qi.
It is precisely because of these harsh requirements that even though the Qin family has been operating in Yingshui County for three generations, they only have more than a hundred Ziyun Sword Prisoners under their command.
But the combat power of more than a hundred people cannot be underestimated.
He Feibai changed his mind to deal with the Ziyun Sword Prisoners in front of him, then looked sideways at the surroundings, only to see that the people who had just been able to stabilize their positions, as more than a hundred Ziyun Sword Prisoners came out, Dafengyuan and his party
The human formation was immediately impacted and began to show signs of retreat.
Zhao Erbai, Lu Ran and others were all injured and in dangerous condition.
Seeing the army getting closer and closer to the gate of Gale City, He Feibai felt anxious.
He wanted to break out several times to help everyone, but every time he tried his best, he was blocked by the group of Ziyun Sword Prisoners. After He Feibai tried several times to no avail, his heart sank, and the sword intent in his body suddenly surged at that moment.
He stood up and struck straight at the purple sword guard in front with his sword.
The Purple Sword Guards are all brave people who are not afraid of death. Facing He Feibai's murderous offensive, not only did they not feel afraid, but they were aroused by him.
The purple sword guards in front shouted loudly, and looked straight at He Feibai with their long swords.
Faced with this situation, He Feibai raised his eyebrows, with a stern look on his face as well.
A huge energy around him exploded at that time, blasting towards the purple sword guard in front. This was a release of spiritual power, something that could only be done by the Galaxy Realm, the second realm of the Xingluo Realm. He Feibai didn't know
Unconsciously, I have touched this realm.
Those Ziyun Sword Prisoners obviously did not expect that He Feibai's realm was so high. Facing the oncoming spiritual pressure, they were caught off guard and froze.
And it was this brief pause that fell in He Feibai's eyes. He Feibai's speed suddenly accelerated at this moment, and he rushed in front of them in just a blink of an eye. With a finger of the sword, the billowing sword intent and the vast cold air were all here.
In an instant, it surged out from He Feibai's sword. Several Ziyun Sword prisoners were caught off guard, and they let out a muffled groan, and a bloodstain suddenly appeared on their necks.
They showed unwillingness on their faces, but they could not stop the life force in their bodies, and they fell to the ground one after another.
He Feibai, who had won with one blow, had a happy face. He was about to calm down his energy and go to rescue Zhao Erbai and others who were in an embarrassing situation, but at this moment, several figures suddenly came out from behind him, straight up.
Attacking him.
He Feibai's expression changed, and he quickly turned around to look, only to see that at some point several Ziyun Sword Prisoners had already shot out from behind him.
Of course He Feibai understands that the situation is urgent. The cultivation levels of these Ziyun Sword Prisoners are mostly at the Panqiu Realm or the early stage of the Xingluo Realm. They are far inferior to He Feibai. However, because of the Ziyun Sword Qi they practice, the swords are
The power that Zai can unleash in an instant should not be underestimated. If he is stabbed hard by the opponent, even with He Feibai's cultivation level, he will still have to shed a layer of skin before he dies.
It's just that He Feibai had just arrived in the Galaxy Realm a few days ago, and the realm was still unstable, so he had just activated his spiritual power to release it. It seemed to be menacing, but in fact it was a faint move that hurt the enemy by one thousand and himself eight hundred.
At this moment, the old strength has been exhausted and the new strength has not been regenerated. Facing the fierce attack of Ziyun Sword Prisoner, he couldn't muster the strength to resist for a while. He could only watch the shining long knives moving towards his face.
Coming closer.
clang!
But just when he was about to be chopped off by these long swords, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. A long sword stretched out and steadily caught the attacks of several swords.
long knife.
"Do you remember what I taught you one day during your practice?"
"Never give it your all before you are sure of victory!"
"Chunliu swordsmanship emphasizes order, urgency, and strong follow-up!"
Yang Tong stared at He Feibai and said in a deep voice.
He Feibai blinked his eyes and was a little dazed, but the next moment he finally came back to his senses from the shock and daze of the rest of his life.
He nodded and said: "I know..."
As soon as he said these words, his expression suddenly changed. At this moment, Qin Yuanshuo, the leader of the Purple Sword Guards in front of Yang Tong, suddenly flew towards Yang Tong, his blade pointed directly at Yang Tong.
"Master! Be careful!" he shouted loudly.
Yang Tong was stunned and turned back to defend, but Qin Yuanshuo's cultivation level was already higher than that of Yang Tong's Shenhe realm warrior. Yang Tong's previous ability to hold the opponent back was all due to the mystery of Chunliu swordsmanship. Now he saw his beloved disciple.
He was in trouble and had to suspend the offensive to rescue He Feibai, but this also gave Qin Yuanshuo, who had been beaten by Yang Tong before, an opportunity to hold back his anger.
Naturally, he couldn't miss the opportunity.
At that time, the spiritual power of the whole body surged, and the strength of the whole body was pushed to the extreme. All the power was poured together, and he saw the right moment and swung such a knife towards Yang Tong.
Yang Tong's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his sword to block it.
Of course, his reaction was quite quick, but this time, Qin Yuanshuo, who had tried his best, was the one who came with bad intentions.
clang!
With a crisp sound, Qin Yuanshuo's sword struck Yang Tong's sword firmly.
And the next moment, Yang Tong's Chunliu Sword suddenly shattered.
Time seemed to freeze in He Feibai's eyes at that moment.
The broken sword particles exploded in the air, reflecting the light of the stars and the moon above the dome, shining with dazzling light, like flowing fireflies.
Yang Tong's eyes were full of astonishment, and Qin Yuanshuo's face showed a fierce look.
He Feibai roared loudly: "No!"
The still time flowed again, and the snow-white blade passed through the fragments of the long sword that looked like flowing fireflies, and landed impartially on Yang Tong's chest.
puff.
With a muffled sound, the long knife slashed across Yang Tong's chest.
The white robe of the blazing sun, which the old man regarded as a treasure, was cut open by a long knife, and hot blood spurted out from behind. He Feibai, who stepped forward, was splashed all over by the blood. The warmth contained in the blood,
Like a raging fire, it burned He Feibai to the point of heart-wrenching pain.
He hugged the old man's fallen body and shouted in pain: "Master!"
The old man's expression was confused for a moment. He turned his head to look at He Feibai, and with some difficulty squeezed out a smile on his pale face.
"It's okay. I'm just old and a little sleepy as a teacher."
"Get some sleep..."
The old man whispered softly.
He Feibai's eyes suddenly turned crimson, and tears couldn't stop flowing down his cheeks.
"Master...don't sleep!"
He said this with a cry in his mouth, and pressed the old man's chest with one hand desperately, trying to stop the blood rushing out from there. However, this method did not cause any blood to flow out, and soon it started to flow from there.
The gushing blood soaked the old man's white robe. The dark red robe was like a candle that was about to burn out. The fire was dim and crumbling.
"Master, don't sleep! You still have to take charge of the overall situation for Yangshan, and you still have to watch your disciple become a Martial Lord and revitalize the sect!"
"Master..."
Yang Tong smiled bitterly when he heard this. He looked at He Feibai in front of him and suddenly felt relieved.
"Forget it."
"That road is too long and too painful."
"Your uncles and I walked so long and far, but finally lost our way. In fact, Yangshan has always been there, but those who are blinded cannot see the way home."
"Fei Bai... you are a good boy, with talent and good character. The road to becoming a Martial King is as difficult as it is for others, but it is smooth for you."
"Whatever you want to do or not do in your life will be decided by your own will in the future."
"As long as you live, remember why Yangshan is Yangshan."
"The blazing sun will never be extinguished."
"You and I are both blazing suns in this world!"
"As for it..." the old man said, struggling to turn his head to the side and use his only strength to look at the collapsed holy mountain in the distance.
"I will go with your senior uncles to follow the ancestors..."
"I can't apologize."
After saying this, the old man's hand suddenly dropped, his eyes closed, and he completely lost his breath.