Meng 49 sword

"Retreat! Return all to the city!"

The loud screams were blown away by the wind and snow, and the boundless beast tide came from all directions, trampling the snow with four hooves, roaring like thunder.

The monks fought and retreated, one by one silhouettes passed by the monsters like a stream of light, casting a shadow of swords and swords.Most of them came from places like Yucheng and Wengcheng chasing monsters all the way. They were full of dust and scars along the way, and they were no longer as vigorous as when the fairy gate was at its peak.

God seems to be against them. The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, blocking their sight and adding a lot of difficulty to their flight with the sword.

The monsters didn't care about the monk's obstruction. They crossed the mountains, rivers, and wilderness, and came all the way to Shenjing.

They seem to have a premonition that just ahead, the majestic and snow-capped city is about to give birth to their long-awaited new king.

They're going there to meet it!Welcome to hope!

"Roar—" A large monster rushed to the front, rushed up the hillside, and shouted at Shenjing, who was right in front of him.The snow was shaken down by the whistling sound, countless monsters responded in unison, and the huge sound wave swept across the forest, stirring up waves of trees.

Wang Ziling Yujian flew in the sky, and heard the sound shouted again: "Don't love to fight, enter the city quickly!"

Shenjing is just ahead, and the barrier of the formation has not yet opened.Once it is fully opened, it will be difficult for them to get in again.

Yuan force wrapped his voice, and it spread to the whole field in an instant.The monks put away their attacks on the monsters one after another and rushed to the city with all their strength.They couldn't help looking up at the towering city wall in the wind and snow, gritted their teeth and endured the pain on their bodies, and there was an infinite yearning and return in their hearts.

For most of them, Shenjing is not their hometown.

But at this moment, that is the hometown.

Standing on the military banner at the top of the tower, Meng Qiqi saw Wang Ziling and his companions early in the morning.The bloody warriors are about to gather, and the soldiers and monks on the tower have already clenched their weapons and their hearts are surging.

Meng Qiqi slowly raised her right hand, and the formation began to operate.

Tu Youqiong, Qinggu, Xiaoyuer and others were scattered around the city walls, waiting in full force.Princess Yihe was dressed in military uniform, standing on the east gate, and standing beside her were the generals Zhao Haiping and Dai Xiaoshan.

Zhao Haiping and Dai Xiaoshan looked at each other, saw the solemnity in each other's eyes, and nodded to each other.At this time, age and identity become irrelevant, because what lies ahead of them is the life and death question of the entire ethnic group.

"His Royal Highness." The two looked at Princess Yihe again.

Yihe turned around, clasped his fists, and saluted the two solemnly: "Shenjing, I'll leave it to the two of you."

Dai Xiaoshan returned the salute with cupped fists: "His Royal Highness is gone, Shenjing is the Shenjing of the world. Today's battle, the city is alive, the city is dead, and the people are dead."

Zhao Haiping was silent, but the determination in his eyes said everything.The two immediately backed away, turned around and walked quickly in two different directions.

Zhao Haiping jumped down from the city tower, and drew out his long knife with a swipe: "The whole army is on alert, open the city gate—"

As the words fell, the sergeants on the city wall drew their bows together, and the hot kerosene was pushed to the edge of the city wall, gurgling and churning.The heavy door was also pushed open by twenty sergeants with all their strength, making an old "squeak" sound.

The moment the door opened, the wind and snow poured down.Boundless coldness rushed into the city, and the ice and snow condensed, chilling Yingtian.

At the same time, Dai Xiaoshan jumped onto the tower, drew out his long sword and let out a sword cry.

When the signal sounded, the first batch of selected monks, a total of 50 people, rose from the city with their swords.Looking at the beast horde that was getting closer and closer outside the city, his expression was serious, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer!

With a sound of swish, Dai Xiaoshan pointed his long sword directly: "Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, fifty monks rushed into the wind and snow, and turned into a stream of light in an instant to kill the group of monsters.These specially selected people have the largest attack range and the fastest speed with their sword moves, and with just a snap of their fingers, the rushing cultivator has already passed by his companions who are rapidly retreating towards Shenjing.

A group of people are rushing forward.

A group of people are retreating.

The moment when the eyes cross each other, it seems like the inheritance of some kind of mission.

However, this is only the beginning.

"Tianmu Mountain come out!" All the instructions were simplified as much as possible, and Meng Qiqi and Chen Boyan even more decisively abandoned the Xianmen's long-standing combat method of stragglers and rogue soldiers, and reshuffled the Xianmen according to the organization of the Black Feather Army.

Although it was too hasty, the effect was remarkable.

At this time, the cultivators from Tianmu Mountain came out as the second batch to support them.The monks who came from Yucheng, Wengcheng and other directions, not to mention that all of them were seriously injured, but being able to last here is already the limit.If no one responds, I'm afraid it will be damaged a lot.

Whether it was Meng Qiqi, Dai Xiaoshan, or Yihe, they all knew that the most important thing in this battle was not victory, but survival.Even if only one more person could be saved, that would still be a glimmer of hope.

Therefore, the monks of Tianmu Mountain, who possessed the best medical skills and alchemy skills in the entire fairy sect, were resolutely classified as those that needed protection.

What they can and must do is to save people.

The monks in Tsing Yi picked up their exhausted companions one by one, fed them a pill without saying a word, and then retreated immediately.Among the people who were rescued, some were already at the end of their strength, and before they reached the city gate, they wobbled and fell headfirst.

"Hold on!" The sergeant who rushed out from the gate was not far behind, and immediately stepped forward to snatch him away.

Wang Ziling belongs to one of them.

In just over a month, Wang Ziling has lost a lot of weight, and his brows are a little more heroic and calm.He came from Yucheng, rushed to the front all the way, killed countless enemies, but he also suffered injuries.

He can't count the number of new and old injuries, and the pain has long been numb.Just looking at Shenjing who was close at hand, and thinking of someone in the city, he couldn't help shaking his head, staggered, and fell from the flying sword uncontrollably.

"Hoo--" At the very moment, a stream of light flew over from a distance and caught him.

Wang Ziling felt that his eyes were probably dazzled, otherwise how could he see Qing Gu?Is Qing Gu still hugging herself tightly?

"Idiot!" Aunt Qing scolded.

"Really!" Wang Ziling shuddered, and subconsciously hugged Qing Gu's slender waist with his backhand, unexpectedly almost getting a violent beating in return.

"Do you want both of us to fall down!" Qing Gu wished to knock his head open to see what he was thinking, this stupidity has not improved at all compared to before.

Wang Ziling didn't care about being scolded, he still looked stupid.

Qinggu didn't argue with him, and while leading the people back, she asked, "Where are Jin Man and Zhou Piff?"

Wang Ziling looked serious: "They are still behind. Yao Guan and I led the people to go first. Senior Zhou and the others stopped in various directions. They should still be on the way to kill Shenjing at this moment."

After finishing speaking, Wang Ziling poured a mouthful of snow against the wind, choking until his face turned pale from coughing.

Qing Gu hurriedly reached out to help him pat his back, and at the same time speeded up and rushed towards Shenjing.

During the wind and snow, countless streams of light rushed towards the monsters, and countless streams of light returned to Shenjing.As the streams of light converged, the wind and clouds surged, and the arrows made of fine iron carried kerosene to break through the wind, like a rain of fire in an arc, building a line of defense in front of the city wall.

Billowing black smoke rose, and the monsters smelled the unsettling fire in the air, and couldn't help becoming impatient.However, the idea of ​​rushing into Shenjing to meet the new king overwhelmed all fear, and the monsters continued to rush forward.

Qinggu carefully protected Wang Ziling, nimbly shuttled through it with the sword, and successfully arrived at the tower.

"Quick!" She hurriedly called the monks at Tianmu Mountain to heal Wang Ziling's wounds, but she didn't dare to stop, turned around and rushed out again.

"Qinggu!" Wang Ziling called her from behind, but failed to keep her.Holding a big knife, the small figure rushed into the herd of beasts like a sharp arrow, piercing the monster's neck with one knife, and blood spattered.

Princess Yihe watched the battle with a solemn expression. Gui Luoluo's death did not defeat the future emperor. She only closed the door in Tianbao Pavilion for one night, and then appeared in front of everyone again.

No one knows what kind of suffering she has gone through, and she doesn't need to know.

Because Yihe understands what kind of king the world needs.

The two eyes met in mid-air, Meng Qiqi nodded slightly at Yihe, and Yihe took the initiative to take the horn from the sergeant beside him.She stepped onto the high platform, looked up at the vast world, took a deep breath, and blew the horn.

"Ugh-"

As the horn sounded, Zhao Haiping pulled out the long knife that had stabbed the monster in the stomach, wiped the blood from his face, and said decisively, "Withdraw!"

The beast horde was too ferocious. Ordinary soldiers could not stay on the battlefield for long and had to retreat as soon as possible.But retreat does not mean giving up, but for a better attack.

The sergeants retreated on a large scale, and because they had not rushed far, they withdrew quickly.

At this moment, all the monks who came from the direction of the three cities have been received into the city.So the moment the soldiers withdrew into the city gate, the enchantment immediately rose from the base of the city wall.

Meng Qiqiping raised his hands, palms on top, light blue dots of Yuanli glowed between his fingers.As his hand continued to lift up, the enchantment closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a light curtain filled with flowing light, silently and gorgeously.

On the top of the Baihua Building, Yao Guang's body was covered with snow.He just waited, waited, and didn't move.Finally, when the roar of the monster resounded through the sky, even shaking the snowflakes off his body, he finally opened his eyes again.

He is not dead yet.

Perhaps God felt that his sins were not expiated enough.

"What exactly is the Black Jade Card?" Chen Boyan's voice came from behind.

Yao Guang turned his stiff neck and looked back at him. He was still wearing a thin sky-blue gauze, except for his slightly pale face, he didn't look seriously injured at all.

Also, this is a sword spirit, how can we use common sense to judge?

"The Black Jade Card..." Yao Guang seemed to remember something, but the ice and snow made him too stiff, and he spoke slowly, "That's actually a monument, a...tombstone."

"Whose gravestone?"

"I... No... It's not me, it's Ah Tang..."

Yao Guang's stiff brain was able to wake up, and his memory continued to recover.After A Tang's death, the secret realm was closed, and he spent a period of extremely confused time, and later carved this monument.

He refined the stele with his own blood, and after the stele was completed, he divided it into countless small pieces and gave them to the heads of various factions as the keys to unlock the secret realm.

He spent a long time thinking about how to prevent the monsters from attacking back. He was exhausted, but he still felt guilty about Ah Tang, so he couldn't sleep peacefully every night.

Later, he thought of a way.