The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

Yellow sands roll, smoke from beacons fill the air, and eight thousand cavalrymen trample on the golden sands!

How magnificent it is.

The horses' hooves were galloping, and the sky was dark.

It's not that the sun has set.

Instead, there was flying sand all over the sky, blocking even the sunlight.

The soldiers were wearing black iron armor, which was made of black iron and was extremely hard.

When the word "kill" was shouted.

The murderous aura seemed to condense into substance, and in an instant, it locked onto Li Changxiao.

A man in front of a well-trained army.

Seems so small.

It is worse than the yellow sand under the horse's hooves.

Li Changxiao in white.

Instead of being afraid, he burst into laughter.

He drank in big gulps until he had finished drinking the peach blossom wine in the wine gourd.

Rao is so.

He still wasn't satisfied.

Put the lid back on the wine gourd and take out another wine gourd from your waist.

He gently pushed the stopper open with his thumb.

Take a big sip.

He laughed loudly and said, "What a pain! What a pleasure!"

"today…"

"There's wine and there's blood!"

He laughed heartily.

I don’t know if he was drunk.

He actually rushed towards the eight thousand cavalrymen with a sword!

Zhao Qing stared at the scene in a daze.

The shock in my heart could not be greater.

The world...

There are such people.

She seemed to have sensed a bit of the other person's charm.

The white clothes are thin, the sword is not sharp, and he dares to overturn the horse after drinking two sips of wine!

Just in terms of courage, no one can match him.

Such a person can tolerate disrespect from ordinary people and does not care if his belongings are stolen while he is sleeping.

嗏

Such a person.

I only spent five hundred taels.

At most, add a newly born medicinal ginger.

He bought the lives of the famous people, including the evil scholar Chen Xiaohu, the great elder of the Corpse Puppet Sect, the great Buddha of Jiuxiang Temple, and the old swordsman!

even……

I don't know how many of these eight thousand cavalrymen there are, but they are also included in the five hundred taels.

Zhao Qing stared blankly.

Watching the man in white rushing into the eight thousand cavalry.

Watching the man in white take a sip of wine and wield a sword, he cut the leading soldier off his horse.

Watch him kill one person with one step, and his white clothes are not stained with blood.

He laughed wildly, a stark contrast to his usual laziness.

He just couldn't let go of the wine.

The enemy soldiers were thrown to the ground, the sky was dark, and people were terrified.

It is no longer possible to tell whether it is yellow sand or blood mist.

Eight thousand cavalry?

Do not…

In just less than an incense stick of time, the amount was already less than seven thousand.

However, this is far from enough.

The cavalry never gave in.

The man in white was not afraid either.

Wherever the sword points, everyone is killed with one strike.

He doesn't like the smell of blood.

So I like to drink to cover it up.

Another incense.

The eight thousand cavalrymen were reduced to less than four thousand, with nearly half lost.

The cavalry still refused to give in.

The wine in the white-clothed man's hand had not yet run out, there was still plenty, and his sword was still sharp.

"kill!"

The momentum was overwhelming.

Five incense sticks have passed.

Only one thousand of the eight thousand cavalry remained.

There was still one third of the white-clothed man's wine left.

Another stick of incense passed.

There were corpses everywhere.

The wine is almost empty.

Eight thousand cavalrymen were completely wiped out!

Leave no one behind.

Do not…

It should be that no one retreats until death!

Li Changxiao stood among the corpses.

White clothes are not stained with blood.

But it was stained with a lot of alcohol.

"I'll offer you a drink." He poured the remaining wine on the ground.

That's when.

The yellow sand settled, the beacon smoke faded, and the war drums stopped.

The sunlight shines in.

Light returned between heaven and earth.

There were corpses and blood everywhere.

Broken armor and sword.

The yellow sand has been dyed into blood sand.

How tragic.

The general is going to die, and he should die a worthy and joyful death, and should be sent off with wine.

There is no right or wrong, no hatred, just different positions.

No complaints and no regrets.

Li Changxiao walked slowly towards the fortune teller, stepping on the sand mixed with blood.

"It failed."

The fortune teller sighed deeply.

Slowly closed his eyes.

After a while, look up at the sky.

I actually miscalculated.

He looked at Li Changxiao with a calm expression, "I was one step behind after all. I didn't expect that there would be people like you in the world."

"If I hadn't used the Pingtian Compass, I wouldn't have lost this game."

Li Changxiao said calmly: "Indeed."

"Too clever is foolish." The divine fortune teller said sadly, "I have been calculating all my life, but in the end, I died from calculating."

"Maybe, this is life."

Speaking of it.

He quickly drew the long sword from his back.

Committed suicide.

Crisp and neat.

"The Divine Calculation Sect can only miscalculate once in a lifetime."

"I should have died long ago."

Blood spurted from his neck, but the fortune teller let the blood flow out, his expression remained calm.

as if.

This is his last son.

How proud the Divine Calculation Sect is.

From the founding of a sect to its demise.

Not a single disciple or elder died at the hands of others.

Some committed suicide, while others were buried in heaven and earth.

With the death of the fortune teller.

This carefully planned attack was officially declared over.

The effect of the Pingtian compass is still there.

Because of the confrontation between the three dynasties and the constant wars in these years, the blood energy collected by the Pingtian Compass is so terrifying that it is enough to last for three days and three nights.

Three days and three nights later.

The Pingtian compass will be completely turned into dust.

"Are you okay?" Li Changxiao walked up to Zhao Qing and asked with concern.

"It's okay." Zhao Qing's face was pale and she was still a little weak. She looked at the corpses all over the ground and she hadn't recovered yet.

"You... help me pull out the absolute dagger." Zhao Qing said.

The dagger stabbed her in the back, but the injury was not too serious for a monk.

After Li Changxiao pulled out the dagger, he asked Zhao Qing to wait for a while, took out a bottle of medicine powder from his sleeve, and sprinkled it evenly on the wound.

Zhao Qing said nothing and endured it. The powder took effect quickly, her complexion became much better, and she was able to use her cultivation again.

The first thing she did was to go to the Hemu Temple in the desert and take out the body of her former mentor.

Then she broke the golden statue in the Hemu Temple.

Done everything.

She suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Li Changxiao.

Li Changxiao was found digging a grave. Because it was sandy ground, the soil was very loose and would fall apart when the wind blew.

He had no choice but to dig the grave deeper and deeper, which took him a lot of effort. He could have ignored it and walked away, but after thinking it over, he decided to just do it.

Fortunately, Zhao Qing came over to help after he had a good rest.

With the combined efforts of the two, and with the help of some spiritual energy, they quickly buried the corpses on the ground.

Li Changxiao was so tired that he lay on the sand and gasped for breath.

Zhao Qing sat next to him.

After the war, there was a long-awaited peace.

Endless sea of ​​sand.

Isn’t it a beautiful sight?

Li Changxiao wanted to drink out of habit, but when the bottle was at his lips, he remembered that he had already finished the wine.

He smiled helplessly.

Zhao Qing suddenly asked: "Aren't you curious about my true identity?"

Li Changxiao answered the question irrelevantly, "The Wang family's opera troupe is in a town twenty miles away."

"If you go now, it's still in time."

“We can’t miss this time.”

"If you miss it, you'll have to wait another five years."

Zhao Qing was stunned when he heard that, then he smiled, a sincere and happy smile, but there was a hint of loneliness in the depths of his eyes.

she knows.

This journey is coming to an end.