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Chapter 428 A Sword Came from the Southwest (asking for monthly tickets)

Presented above the image of the black tortoise was the message from Old Sima Ming.

These four simple words made Li Guanyi frown, but he was no longer as impulsive as he was when he was young. He raised his finger and wrote on the back of the black tortoise statue -

"speak English."

It was a long time after the ripples on the tortoise shell dissipated that news came from Jiangnan.

[Yuwen Lie's troops approach the city]

[General Xue has started]

[But the time was too short. Even if Baimao and Siwei, who were fishing, worked together, Old Xue's mechanical body could not reach the highest level. It could only be said to be barely usable.]

[Yuwen Lie is a top-notch Ninth Heaven general, and Old Xue barely blocked him]

[But there is also He Ruo who captures the tiger, and another famous general Jiang Xuantao]

[What was Jiang Su thinking, that he let Jiang Xuantao come out as well]

[Old Xue was able to stop Yuwen Lie, but you don’t think that he, with just a mechanical armor, can stop Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, and Jiang Xuantao, three famous generals? Even if he could stop them, Zhang Ziyong’s arms would be drained.]

[The white-haired fisherman has high martial arts skills, but he can do nothing in the face of such a large army. The most he can do is to take your aunt away, but your sword-mad old man will probably be hit by that sword.]

[He is not the type to escape in a panic]

[Stinky boy, come back soon, have you settled the matter in the southwest?]

The golden ripples slowly dissipated, and the Black Turtle Dharmadhatu looked at Li Guanyi. The latter withdrew his fingers, and the sharpness in his eyes slowly subsided. He was still as calm as before, but the situation in the southwest had not yet been completely settled.

The most strategic plan is to integrate the troops here, then go upstream along the tributaries of the Yangtze River to support the Angry Scaled Dragon King, combine the forces of the Qilin Army and the Southwest Flying Army, and quickly break through the city when the State of Chen is unprepared, and go downstream along the waterway.

Li Guanyi himself cast the third Nine Cauldrons.

With the help of the resonance of the three nine tripods, the world is surging, breaking through the barriers, breaking through the realms, and completely stepping into the level of the true top generals, but -

Too late.

"This is not the Western Regions. There are no golden men and royal seals from various countries, and no heavenly offering ceremony. I have to collect enough materials to be qualified to cast a tripod in the eighty-one cities, and then cast it in front of everyone, when people's popularity is the highest."

“It will take at least two months.”

"Two months."

"It only takes one month for Yuwen Lie to force my great grandfather to use that sword."

There is never anything perfect in the world, and your opponents and enemies will not wait until you are fully prepared before appearing.

Should I stay in the southwest, collect soldiers from all over the world, and then forge the third of the Nine Cauldrons under the watchful eyes of the public, and then make a breakthrough, or should I abandon this place for the time being, hold my sword, and return to the south of the Yangtze River?

For Li Guanyi, this is not a problem at all.

Li Guanyi found Xiao Wuliang and handed over the affairs of the southwest to this experienced general. He also asked Wen He to assist him. However, he did not find Chen Wenmian. Li Guanyi asked, "Where is Wenmian?"

Xiao Wuliang was silent for a moment and sighed:

"Young Master, I'm afraid he can't fight at this moment..."

Ever since Chen Wenmian got the things left by Chen Fubi, he fell silent and couldn't fully recover for a long time. Li Guanyi went to visit Chen Wenmian and saw from afar that he was in a bad condition. He knew that Chen Wenmian had to be alone for a while.

Li Guanyi spread out the geomancy map, pointed at the waterway cities of the State of Chen, and the waterway branches of the southwestern river, and talked for a long time. Finally, he pointed at the branches of the river on both sides and said:
"Lead the army to support General Kou Yulie from both sides of the waterway. We must capture these three city crossings while the State of Chen is unprepared for the support of the Southwest Flying Army."

"The entire upper reaches of the waterway are in our hands."

"I'll leave this matter to you guys."

Xiao Wuliang, Duan Qingyu agreed.

Duan Qingyu asked, "Where is your nephew going?"

Li Guanyi looked towards Jiangnan and said, "The general trend of the world is a game of chess between kings and heroes. However, I have also told people that I am not the one playing chess. I will be the pawn crossing the river."

"And now."

"I, the vanguard, am about to cross the river."

When the Southwestern Flying Army began to gather, Li Guanyi, dressed in a green robe and riding the Nine-Colored Divine Deer, went to Jiangnan alone. The combat capability of the Nine-Colored Divine Deer was not as good as that of the Southwestern Auspiciousness and the current Little Qilin.

But the Nine-Colored Divine Deer is a true auspicious sign.

It is not a rough and fierce divine beast like the Qilin, the iron-eating beast, or the ancient red dragon.

The speed of the Nine-Colored Divine Deer flying in the wind is faster than that of the Qilin, and it can last longer. Li Guanyi sat cross-legged on the broad back of the Nine-Colored Divine Deer. Just as the Nine-Colored Divine Deer stepped into the air, the Jiuli Divine Weapon of Gold and Iron made a long cry.

It turned into a stream of light and flew to the back of the Nine-Colored Divine Deer. Li Guanyi stretched out his hand, and the Nine Li Divine Weapon made of gold and iron, which had not yet been completely cast, wrapped around Li Guanyi's arm. The Qilin tried to take a bite, and made a "Putt" sound for a long time, with a look of disgust on his face.

This thing hurts my teeth.

Not a good fruit!
Li Guan gently stroked the Nine Li Divine Weapon of Gold and Iron.

Let Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, and Jiang Xuantao take a look together.

This is the sharp edge of the southwestern divine army.

The sky is vast and boundless, swallowing up the mountains and rivers.

………………

Yuwen Lie's army and the Qilin Army led by General Xue fought for several days, neither of them being able to defeat the other. However, the situation on the battlefield was not constant. When Yuwen Lie was intercepted by General Xue, it also meant that General Xue was intercepted by Yuwen Lie.

Even though he suffered repeated defeats, He Ruo Qinhu, who was still ranked among the top ten generals, showed his unparalleled edge on the battlefield in the south of the Yangtze River. The Qilin Army was only delayed for a few days, and this general arrived at the battlefield on the side of the Eighteen States in the south of the Yangtze River in a raiding posture.

At this moment, the three armies of Ying State joined together, hoping to accumulate strength and break through the defenses of Jiangnan in one go.

He Ruoqinhu looked bravely at the fierce weapons on the battlefield.

"What a spirit."

"In just a few years, Jiangnan, which was once a desolate and war-torn land, has recovered to its current level. The Qilin Army and Tiance Mansion are indeed quite capable."

If the Jiangnan before was nothing more than a piece of rotten meat and rotten fields, and a territory where the young generals of Chen and Ying fought and tested each other, then the Jiangnan at this moment was truly a very valuable territory.

He Ruoqinhu suffered repeated defeats on the battlefield in the Western Regions.

As a famous general of the contemporary era and as an old minister and general who had followed Jiang Wanxiang for a long time, he was naturally filled with anger and unwillingness. At this moment, the battle in Jiangnan must wash away the humiliation he had suffered during this period of time, and his heart was filled with murderous intent.

………………

On the battlefield, within the Qilin Army's defense line, Old Siming sighed, watching the traces of text on the black tortoise shell fade away, and said, "I told that kid Li Guanyi, but he didn't say whether the matter in the southwest was accomplished."

The whale fisherman rolled his eyes and said, "What's the point of telling him?"

"Can this kid still fly over here?"

"But even if they fly here, it will take a long time. How much combat power can they retain after arriving?"

Old Siming touched his chin and said, "What a pity, what a pity, his black tortoise form is not my old brother, otherwise, it would have come here very quickly." He patted the black tortoise's shell with pride.

Old Black Turtle: “…………”

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be proud or angry.

Is this old guy praising himself?

But why does it sound so unpleasant?

The old man in green was not holding a sword. For him at this level, it didn't matter whether he had a sword or not. Murong Longtu looked into the distance and saw the evil spirit of the military strategists gathering like clouds and rising into the sky. The evil spirit was so thick that it turned into the shape of a white tiger.

The mighty general Yuwen Lie is the top general of Ying State.

If he held the sword in his hand and tore through the army formation regardless of everything, could he kill Yuwen Lie, who was at the ninth level of the heaven, in the midst of thousands of troops?
There are always various ways to survive in martial arts legends.

Thousands of troops could not stop them.

And if they really make up their minds, not seeking a way to survive, and just rush forward, then people like Zhen Kui and Dao Zong will most likely be killed by the siege of the army with top generals. But Jian Kuang is different, he is the most powerful among all the martial arts legends.

Like the setting sun.

But Big Day is Big Day after all.

Old Siming was the most perceptive. He noticed the indifference in the sword maniac's eyes. He turned to look at the old man in green and said:
"Murong boy, what do you want to do with those eyes? If you rush over without caring about the consequences, we won't be able to explain to Li Guanyi when he comes back."

Murong Longtu smiled and said, "Senior is quite perceptive."

Old Siming grinned.

How can you not be sensitive?
The expression on your face just now was exactly the same as the one you had when you were practicing swordplay madly in the rain with a sword in your hand after your family got into trouble. Such a long time has passed, and you have traveled all over the world, but your temperament has not changed at all.

The old Sima Ming patted Murong Longtu on the shoulder and pulled him back.

He went to find a teapot to make some tea, and said, "You have been swinging a sword and killing people all your life. Now that you are old, can't you let your children and grandchildren have some peace and quiet? The Qilin Army's front line has been penetrated, but the overall situation has not collapsed."

"The boys that Li Guanyi brought back from the academy are indeed capable."

Murong Longtu smiled carefreely and said, "It's only temporary."

Old Siming looked at the blue-shirted sword maniac, helpless: "You, your temper is too straightforward and too sharp, what are you going to do?"

Murong Longtu stroked the air with his palm and said, "I will eventually strike out with this sword. Now that the army is ahead and the gods are blocking the way, isn't this the best opportunity to strike out with this sword?"

"Even if I don't strike with this sword, I only have one year left."

Even a heroic man like Jiang Wanxiang felt panicked when he found that his life was beginning to fade away and his great wish had not yet been fulfilled.

The green-shirted swordsman mentioned his own death.

But he just smiled calmly and said, "Don't waste it."

The old Siming kicked Jian Kuang on the leg and said, "Pooh, pooh, pooh, you are just a child and don't know how to speak. What kind of life span is one year? What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Drink tea."

Murong Longtu laughed: "I am already this old, I have lived for more than 200 years, what are you talking about children?"

Old Siming glared at him and said, "When I met you, you were still younger than that kid Li Guanyi. Even now, your hair is not as white as mine, and your wrinkles are not as many as mine. How can you say you are not a child?"

Murong Longtu smiled helplessly. He was really amazed at the old senior's ability to be unreasonable.

He stroked the teacup with his palm and said, "Old senior, you have experienced many separations and deaths, is there anything that you can't let go of completely?"

The old Siming paused and said, "Parting in life and death is something that people can't let go of."

Murong Longtu was surprised. He raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him. At that moment, what he saw on the old Siming's face was not the casual laughter, anger or scolding, but just a calmness.

The old Siming looked at the teacup and said, "Not long before you were born, Tuyuhun was about to die. I had a... friend who passed away. At that time, I was desperate to find out the destiny."

"I want to be resurrected."

The sword maniac looked at the old man. The corner of the grandmaster of the Yin-Yang School who was laughing and cursing was no less arrogant than him. Murong Longtu looked at Siming and said, "So, old senior, did you succeed?"

Siming looked at his palm and said softly, "I cracked the River Map and Luoshu, walked into the tomb of Emperor Xi, and played chess with the fragments he left behind. I saw the gap between life and death, but fate played a joke on me."

"I have seen through life and death, but this life span falls on me."

"The dead are dead after all."

"Those who dare to get involved in life and death will be cursed by this long lifespan. My power has been exhausted, but I still cannot die. I am still wandering in this world. I will even live longer than that immortal guest."

Murong Longtu asked: "Old senior, is your friend a woman?"

Old Siming looked at him, and suddenly laughed and scolded, saying: "You kid, there is not only a sword in your eyes, but you also know these things?" Murong Longtu looked at Siming, who was silent for a long time, and sighed: "It's a woman."

Murong Longtu said: "Senior, have you never shown your true feelings?"

The old Siming was silent for a long time. He suddenly laughed and said, "This brings me to the second thing I regret most in my life. The first thing was to look for that damned method of resurrection. The second thing was."

The old man raised his head and said smugly, "Don't look at me like this now. When I was young, I was handsome and suave. How many beauties were attracted by my charm when I was young."

Murong Longtu said: "I believe it."

Instead, the old Sima Ming had no choice but to laugh dryly, then remained silent, and then sighed:
"When I was young, I was too proud and arrogant. I thought everything in the world was so simple. I could play the piano like no other in the world, and I could play chess without a teacher. I wandered around the world, flirted with women, slept on flower boats at night, and was affectionate everywhere."

"Drink wine today and sleep today, beauties sing and dance, there is no end."

"And she...she is so innocent and pure."

The great master of Yin-Yang School, who was always laughing and cursing in this era, suddenly started to laugh at himself.

"Someone like me doesn't deserve it."

"I can only hide and watch her..."

When Lao Siming thought of the woman's death, he pulled his sleeve and choked up as he told him that when they were born, the people of the world were living in misery, and they raised their flags for the sake of the people of the world, formed an alliance in the troubled times, and tore apart the rule of the Red Emperor.

I originally thought that I could quickly unify the world again.

We want the world to be whole again, unified once again, and for the people to live and work in peace and contentment. However, despite our hard work throughout our lives, it is still difficult to achieve our goal.

"Like the world."

"Like you and me."

Old Siming remained silent for a long time, feeling only pain in his heart. He had been unrestrained in the world, but he was unwilling to recall these things. He looked at Murong Longtu and said, "So, what about you, kid? Now that it has come to this, be honest."

Murong Longtu lifted the teacup like a wine pot, with a carefree demeanor, and said, "I am different from my predecessors. What I am obsessed with is just my experience in my youth."

"When I was young, my family suffered a disaster. To me, my family members are the most important thing. I picked up the sword and traveled around the world, just to protect the people behind me."

"Now that it has come to this, how can I not draw my sword?"

Old Siming sighed that when Murong Longtu was young, the Murong family suffered a disaster and his lineage was almost wiped out. He hid himself alone and traveled around the world for two hundred years. His name spread far and wide, but he still had that obsession in his heart.

If he had the power he has now, if someone came at that time.

Maybe everything would be different.

Now that he has a sword in his hand, he will not let his loved ones get hurt.

Murong Longtu said with a carefree smile: "Senior, our personalities have been developed step by step through the experiences of these hundreds of years. If we can wipe them all out with a few words, then what are these hundreds of years worth?"

"I have been dealing with myself for a long time, and it is me after all."

Murong Longtu stood up and drank his tea. The tea in the teapot was shaking and rippling. Yuwen Lie had already launched a cavalry charge. This contemporary White Tiger master had discovered the flaw in General Xue's battle formation and used hundreds of years of experience to develop it.

Using the experience of famous generals of past dynasties, he reproduced a trick that subverted the classical battle formation and successfully broke through the battle formation of General Xue. General Xue was wearing armor, riding a divine horse, and holding only a Xuanbing-level battle halberd. He said, "It's bitter, it's bitter."

"Not enough weapons, not enough mounts, not even enough vitality."

"Whale fishermen, get ready."

The whale fishermen assisted the Qilin Army in the battle formation, and a large-scale battle of one hundred thousand levels unfolded. General Xue held the black weapon and fought fiercely with Yuwen Lie. The battlefield covered a huge area, and the murderous aura rose, transforming into the surging White Tiger Army Soul, fighting and roaring against each other.

The sound shook for dozens of miles, and murderous aura filled the sky. People in the south of the Yangtze River could see the dark clouds in the sky. The wind was blowing wildly. In the eighteen states of the south of the Yangtze River, the Changfeng Tower was whistling, and the water in the rivers was surging, but in this brief moment, it stopped flowing.

The two weapons, carrying the might of the military spirit, collided fiercely.

The weapons and weapons burst out with the sound of steel whistling, and exploded into air waves. The air waves spread in all directions. The waves visible to the naked eye spread in all directions, sweeping across a hill not far away, and a crack appeared on the mountain.

The pavilion high on the hill fell directly towards the abyss next to it, collapsing with a loud bang.

General Xue felt a crack explode on his shoulder.

Yuwen Lie said: "The White Tiger Sect, the invincible archer, turned out to be Duke Xue in person."

General Xue laughed: "Hahaha, how come anyone can recognize me?"

"Will I be very famous in the future?"

"How embarrassing is this?!"

Yuwen Lie said: "There are three basic tactical paradigms that all military generals in the world must practice. The Duke is one of them, so how could he not be famous?" He slowly suppressed the heavy spear in General Xue's body, and Zhang Ziyong's arm gradually lost its vitality.

Cracks appeared on the black weapon in his hand and it was almost cut off.

But at this moment, a rider rushed out from the side. It was Jiang Xuantao, holding a spear and shouting:

"Come and fight!!!"

General Xue suddenly displayed extremely exquisite moves with the halberd in his hand, transforming from extremely masculine to feminine, avoiding Yuwen Lie's spear skills, avoiding Jiang Xuantao's charge, raising his hand to grab Jiang Xuantao's spear, pulling him off the horse, and kicking Jiang Xuantao with one foot.

Jiang Xuantao groaned and retreated repeatedly, and the weapon in his hand was taken by General Xue.

General Xue was already stretched to the limit when facing Yuwen Lie just now.

At this moment, he was facing Yuwen Lie and Jiang Xuantao who were raiding the enemy camp at the same time, but he managed to hold on steadily.

Old Siming was overjoyed and laughed, "Hahaha, I knew it!"

"I knew this old bastard was hiding something!"

At this moment, a wave suddenly exploded in the army, and the army in front was broken through like waves. Yuwen Lie's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted: "He Ruo Qinhu, what are you doing?!"

After the three armies joined forces.

The fourth most famous general in the world was actually hiding among ordinary troops.

He Ruo wanted to wash away his shame and said, "Use the right way to win, and the unexpected way to win. Yuwen Lie, a military strategist and general, it is good to emphasize dignity, but if you abandon the victory of the country for your own dignity, aren't you a thief seeking fame!!!"

"Murong Longtu, come!!!"

He Ruo's tiger-catching skill suddenly increased, and with the momentum of the army, he rushed towards the rear army. Yuwen Lie and Jiang Xuantao wanted to go to help, but suddenly they felt that the mechanical man's arrogance surged and suppressed them both.

Xue Shen suppressed the spear in his hand and said, "Boy, you said you all learned my military tactics, then, is there a possibility."

"I wrote this because you are too stupid."

“Something that had to be simplified?”

Yuwen Lie, Jiang Xuantao felt the pressure surge.

They were forced to prevent themselves from helping He Ruo capture the tiger.

At this moment, there was a crisp sound on the mechanism and cracks appeared.

General Xue finally cursed.

The leader of the formation turned around to help Murong Longtu. He Ruo's sudden move to capture the tiger was beyond everyone's expectations, but the sword maniac looked calm, as if he had been waiting for all this. He stretched out his five fingers, and the fingers gathered together one by one, and a sword condensed.

This sword will defeat everyone in front of you, and this sword will protect everyone behind you.

The sword light exploded.

Accompanied by the exciting sound of bells roaring, sweeping across the battlefield.

Murong Longtu held the sword and saw a dazzling sword light falling from the sky. It slashed down with incredible speed and sword light, and collided heavily with He Ruo's spear.

The air waves surged in all directions, causing a wave of murderous energy to swell across the battlefield.

The third white tiger image appeared on the battlefield, roaring wildly.

The sword energy was vast and endless. Murong Longtu was stunned, looking at the person in front of him.

A swordsman in a green robe stood in front of him.

It was too familiar and too strange, so much so that he was distracted for a moment, as if Murong Longtu had returned to his youth. This time, he didn't have to protect the person behind him, but was the first time for him to have such an experience.

This swordsman suffered a disaster when his family was wiped out when he was young. Since then, he has only believed in himself and protected everything by himself. When he was old, he was finally protected by his relatives.

The black hair fluttered in the wind and the blue shirt fluttered.

In a trance, Murong Longtu seemed to see himself when he was younger.

There is a swordsman from the Murong family who comes from the southwest.

Sword Name——

Dragon picture!

(End of this chapter)