Yanshi ancient sword

The old man stood blankly behind the wooden window carved with luxuriant flowers and leaves, and his eyes reflected the figure of the sword-wielding young man, erratic and criss-crossing among the domineering heavy sword nets.

His eyes followed the slender figure, but his whole body seemed to be frozen, and his vicissitudes of face were full of pain, doubt and confusion.

"The soul stone, only the soul stone... is actually here."

The voice of mumbling to himself was gently dispersed in the long night wind.

More and more black figures shuttled and criss-crossed beside Le Wuyi, at such a fast speed that it seemed endless.

The sword light is clear and cold, flickering.The young man was floating under the moonlight, his long hair fluttering and dancing along with the sound of sharp blades hunting through the sky.The passionate sword energy passed through the long blade light and the flying figures, startling the sharp sound like a flowing spring and waterfall, splitting the surging sharp blades one by one.

Rumble!

The sound of wind and thunder that pierced through the clouds and fog gradually became louder.

Le Wuyi suddenly opened the palm of his left hand, pinched his plain long fingers and flicked them slowly, a light blue cold light on his palm suddenly became larger, and the cold light burst and flashed in an instant, drawing out thousands of clear glaciers.With a sudden swipe of the finger, the Tianhe River flew upside down and exploded in all directions as if it had opened up the sky and the earth.With the sharp piercing sound resounding through the air, the blue cold light instantly penetrated more than ten figures around it like electricity.For a moment, there was an endless roar, and many black shadows turned into tiny flying ash in an instant.

"magic……"

There was a painful twitch on the old man's face, but his eyes were fixed on the young man in the field, with an indescribable depression in his chest.

"What a strong soul power... the formation eye is really in Dingguo's mansion, and it's still working after so many years..."

The cold light piercing through the figure did not dissipate. In the surging air waves, it gradually condensed into three silver sword shadows, circling around Le Wuyi according to the situation.The figures around him screamed sharply, and they kept moving around him, but they were forced by the sword shadow, so they didn't dare to grab the edge for a while.

Le Wuyi raised his eyebrows, and the hovering silver sword figure suddenly paused, and then with a hissing sound, it turned into three streamers of light, which pierced through three black figures.Those three figures, without even screaming, turned into nothingness in an instant!

This thunderbolt-like blow seemed to arouse fear in the besieging figures, and their high-speed spinning and staggered footsteps also slowed down. Dozens of shadowy figures condensed in the air one by one, swayed by the night wind.

"Boy, who are you? Why can't my family pass through this channel that was forcibly opened by humans using Taoism decades ago?"

In the darkness, a gloomy voice came.

"My name is Le Wuyi, and I'm a Yanshi." Le Wuyi held his sword and smiled, and three silver sword shadows quietly emerged from his side.

"Yanshi?" The voice in the darkness was a bit astonished, "How could Yanshi have such a strong soul power, even the venerable of the Taoist sect in the human world can't do it! This is obviously the power of sacrificing countless living souls. This power belongs to demons, and it is impossible for a human body to possess it!"

"No, this power, this power..."

"Meow meow, you have come here so many times, don't you know that I am really a Yanshi?" Le Wuyi was furious, and suddenly interrupted the voice.

Stepping out viciously, a complicated magic circle with a radius of several feet emerged from Le Wuyi's feet, floating high and low in the blue light that soared into the sky... Dozens of bamboo dragonflies...

That day, the sky was as dark as lead, and the hazy air was filled with dried blood dust, torn and crushed by the strong wind.

The broken military flag under the iron-colored city was hunting and rolling in the raging wind, and the heavy drums were hoarse and humming, gradually being overwhelmed by the sound of thunderous iron hooves.Blood was everywhere, and countless people fell down amidst the hoarse slashing sound, stirring up dust.In the gap between life and death, someone struggled to pick up the lost sword... The trembling figure distorted the painful expression, and was finally trampled to pieces by the wolf rider who came whistling with the wind.

On that day, the blood seeped into the soil, and the corpses of soldiers were spread from one side of the sky to the other, layer upon layer, and dark red streams formed on the originally dry land.

The drummer's hands were dripping with blood, and the broken drumsticks seemed to weigh more than a thousand weights, hitting the hearts of all the soldiers with a sound, surging and surging.The hoarse war drums tore the restless beacon smoke, and suddenly, it came to an abrupt stop.

A sharp iron arrow has pierced the drummer's throat.

"His Majesty!"

A sharp and shrill cry suddenly sounded, and was suddenly drowned by the dense rain of arrows... The dancing blood turned into a red mist, blurring his fearful vision, and while the world was dark, there was a deafening cry of the dying. The screams, the screams of despair and pain gradually became intermittent and gradually disappeared...

Time gradually passed in the bloody wind, and the twilight drifted the lonely city even more bleak, and also drowned out the shouts of killing in the distance.

The boy lay in a pool of cold blood, panting coldly.His bloodshot eyes fixedly looked up, his gaze was empty, as if his blurred body was still firmly supporting the sky above his head, still straight; the cold blood was condensed on his pale face, drop by drop, extending from his thin body. But it seems that the body is always strong and always lonely.

No head.

When the city of Chang'an was broken, the young emperor who rode a silver horse to the battlefield to defend Chang'an, the young emperor who always smiled and commanded but was judged by later generations as self-willed and rejoicing, and finally led to the death of the entire army; In July, when all the drummers of the Tang army died in battle, the man who slammed the drum for the last time...was beheaded by the enemy, but he was just a cold corpse. The last wave of arrows.

"Who are you……"

The hoarse voice of the young man was drowned in the wailing despair of the three armies.

"who is it?"

10

"Let's go, get out of here, and live well."

At dawn, the young emperor, in his tattered armor, spoke to him.

The young man pursed his thin lips, his eyes calm.

The emperor's eyes were also calm, and the peerless demeanor that was once high-spirited had already been scabbed and haggard in the smoke of hunting wars, and only a pair of pupils were still as clear as clear water.

"The people in the city have all evacuated safely. The people I was waiting for have not come back. Maybe one day..."

The emperor sighed a long time, put on the heavy helmet heavily, and walked out of the gate of Chang'an boldly before the sun rose.Facing the hundred thousand wolf cavalry, and behind him, followed by hundreds of last Tang warriors... stepping into the wind.

The city of Chang'an was broken.

The millennium imperial capital, endless prosperity and splendor, was destroyed by raging fire.

When the king dies in the country, his fame for thousands of years is only a page in the history books of later generations.

who are you?

Who are you?

Thousands of clouds and thousands of mountains, in this world without you, who am I who is left in the world?

11

More and more bamboo dragonflies seem to be shrouded in colorful blue light, floating around in the huge magic circle, surrounding the boy's straight body, passing countless colorful and magnificent light streams in the night, like crystals.

The light in Le Wuyi's eyes flowed, as if all the colors of the whole world were reflected in those icy pupils, shining like a river of stars flowing across the whole world.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The huge magic circle slowly rotated and the light surged.Buzzing, buzzing, everyone seemed to hear the wailing from afar. Countless slender bamboo dragonflies surged up, penetrating countless light and darkness in an instant, as if the space was broken, and thousands of brilliance disappeared in a flash.boom!The cut air made a shrill scream at this time, and with the shaking of the earth, all the objects cut by the streamer within a radius of [-] meters were turned into dust in the wind, and rushed to the sky with the violent airflow, Whether it is flowers and trees, rockery buildings, or those erratic figures.

A place of ruins.

Destruction hastily.

Maybe there are countless souls crying, and then quietly dissipate in this vast world.Le Wuyi lowered the Han lightsaber in his hand, and there was a faint clear light on the blade.Jian Yang!In an instant, the world shook and distorted again, and the scenery, flowers and trees that were wiped out under the impact of the streamer kept changing and shaking in front of him, gathering from all directions, and finally turned into their former appearance again.

As for the enemy, it has disappeared and died.

That's right, the Yanshu of this Yanshi is also very, very powerful.Le Wuyi put away his sword, squatted down, and picked up the bamboo dragonflies scattered all over the ground one by one.

"puff!"

With a muffled sound, the sharp knife entered his body.

Le Wuyi suddenly turned around.A wooden Yanjia puppet is standing in front of him, with a dark red curved blade inserted into its tall body, reaching to the end!

"Hehehehe..."

There was a hoarse and gloomy laugh, and a blurry figure twisted and stretched in front of him. It was being held tightly by the Yanjia man, and its color gradually faded as if it would disappear at any time.

"I'm almost dead and still laughing, the demons are really optimistic by nature." Le Wuyi touched the curved blade curiously, and flicked the still struggling figure's head.

Hmm, it feels like slime.

"Don't touch me!" The rule of men's fear of touching their heads seems to be common among the demons. The figure let out a sharp and shameful cry, struggled harder, and his color became paler.

"You can't be used as a material. It's not uncommon to be a native Yanshi." Le Wuyi withdrew his hands as kindly as possible.

"Are you really a Yanshi?" The figure's voice was a little uncertain, and it seemed to be full of anger and pain. "Every time you only hit our Yanshi with a bamboo dragonfly, how shameful are you? Shameless!" He growled Waking up, the voice of grief and indignation finally turned into unwillingness, and dissipated into the vast night together with the dark red blade.

What happened to the bamboo dragonfly, the bamboo dragonfly can no longer be a yanjia smashing demon?Feeling deeply discriminated against, Yanshi Le Wuyi angrily stroked the Yanjia man who blocked the knife for him.

Tall, big, delicate, strong, and flexible, the Yanjia Man, who was obviously created by a master, made the bamboo dragonfly professional Hu Le Wuyi look envious and jealous without any surprise.

"One day, I will also become the Great Yanshi who can penetrate the heavens and the earth!"

The young man made up his mind, turned around and looked at Yan Shi who was walking towards him, his eyes were crooked, full of affection, and boundless admiration.

The breeze is blowing, and the night flowers are enchanting.

He came slowly in the moonlight.