I have nothing but luck

In northern Xinjiang, looking around, there are long yellow sands, dark clouds, barren land and sky, and the wind is like a knife.

The gloomy scene cannot tolerate any bright and jumpy colors, which makes people feel heavy.

The first team of Xuanyi of the Guiyuan Army was darker than the dark clouds in the sky, occupying a piece of blackness on the loess.

Everyone knows that Xie Guiyuan has a precious sword named Taiping and an elite army named Guiyuan.

Returning to the Yuan Dynasty in peace is the reliance she relies on everywhere, and it is also the glory that she stepped out of the piles of bones and corpses.

However, once today is over, Taiping will return to the Yuan Dynasty, or it will be removed from the world.

Xie Ronghua reined in his horse and turned around, and the corner of the raised cloak became the only bright color in the world, and his voice followed the flying cloak high up and into the sky:

"I don't know what is waiting for us in front of us, and I don't know whether we will win or lose, whether we will lose or win, and how many people will be left to return home for reunion."

She flicked the whip in the early wind with the whip in her hand, and there was a stern bang: "But no matter whether it is a human or a ghost, an army of hundreds of thousands, or a pile of saints, you must step over it, and you will die here." in front of a city wall."

The army of tens of thousands of people was so quiet that a needle could be heard, only waiting for Xie Ronghua's next order.

Accompanied by the march of the Guiyuan army, an equally dark army appeared in front of the endless barren land. With Xie Ronghua's eyesight, it was enough to see that the leading general was someone she was familiar with.

It was a patriarch of the Twelve Clans of the Northern Wilderness who fought against her several times in Northern Xinjiang, making Xie Ronghua regret not being able to take his head.

The other party took a step forward and began to provoke: "What? Kyushu has come to the end of the road, and the Guiyuan Army, which has always been majestic, is only a few thousand people left today?"

Xie Ronghua only brought one of the most elite members of the Guiyuan army, a mysterious armor composed entirely of practitioners, and the rest were distributed on the defense line in the northern border. The harsh condition of being composed of practitioners alone is doomed to prevent many people .

She was too lazy to talk to the patriarch, let alone explain to him.

Baoju knew Xie Ronghua's intentions, and saw the bright red robe fluttering, flying out like red smoke, and landed firmly three feet in front of the enemy general, Xie Ronghua looked proudly: "I ride three thousand horses."

She pointed at her whip, and laughed loudly: "I am the enemy, and I win tens of thousands of soldiers!"

A few snaps.

It was the patriarch who lightly clapped his hands: "Xie Shuai is so bold."

He dismounted, bowed respectfully to the crowd, and lowered his always proud head: "Senior, please."

A man in Tsing Yi leisurely walked out of the army surrounded by black paint.

His expression was cold, without any personal emotional ups and downs, but it made people fear from the bottom of their hearts.

It's not that I'm afraid of his indifferent face, but what I'm afraid of is that his body is unfathomable, as if raising his palm is enough to send him to a terrifying cultivation level that is even higher and farther away.

Xie Ronghua subconsciously grasped the Guiyuan knife in his hand.

She recognized the identity of the national teacher and his cultivation in the holy realm.

I understand so much that I can no longer understand that this is a life-and-death struggle, life is hanging by a thread, and anytime, anywhere, an inattentive will throw one's own life in a disparate battle.

The only good thing is that Lu Binwei's worries must have been relieved.

Xie Ronghua did not have to blink half an eye from drawing the knife out of its sheath to cutting out the knife, and the speed was so fast that it could continuously form an arc of light from the knife without even an afterimage.

The national teacher did not give her a chance to draw her sword out of its sheath.

Whether he draws the sword or draws the sword, his posture is full of carelessness and strolling in the garden.

It seems that he just draws the sword casually, and draws the sword casually, which is not much different from the elders who practice sword moves in their own juniors.

But with one strike of his sword, all Xie Ronghua's energy sources for the saber were blocked, and her spiritual power that was originally rushing in the meridians was stagnant to the point of breaking, and she didn't even dare to have the strength to draw the saber.

This is the real—

The power of saints.

It makes people so desperate that they can't think of fighting the enemy.

Xie Ronghua closed his eyes.

She forcibly flew a distance of several tens of feet in the dense sword energy like a net, and took advantage of the moment when the oppressive feeling was relieved, she pulled out the knife sadly, and the blade made a continuous clanging sound, flying in the palm of her hand. The shadow of the knife is like the thousands of dust raised by thousands of galloping horses, like the thunder that connects the city in a downpour, it is hard to imagine that there is such a powerful sound under the sky.

The national teacher only lightly made a sword.

The casual sword pierced through the light of many swords in an instant, seemingly inadvertently, but also carefully calculated to be delivered to Xie Ronghua's eyes, forcing her to avoid it.

Xie Ronghua fired nearly a hundred knives in succession in the first move, stacked one after another, and easily collapsed under the sword of the national teacher.

There is no way for such a person and the sword to meet head-on.

But Xie Ronghua had to take it head-on.

Of course she could hide behind layers of black armor, behind the specially cast, tall and strong Zhenbei City Gate, or even hide in the large formation of Fengling City in the Southern Region.

But if Xie Ronghua did that, what would happen to the Guiyuan Army hiding behind her; the Zhenbei Army hiding behind the Zhenbei City Gate, the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty; and the people in Fengling City hiding in the formation of Fengling City.

Some things must be borne by those who stand tall.

Xie Ronghua had no choice but to go up to him, slashing straight at the sword light from the national teacher.

She couldn't count the dozens and hundreds of knives she had made, and when she always felt that her wrist was so weak that she couldn't support it, the national teacher made the third sword.

More than half of his spiritual power was consumed, his blood surged, and his wrists were sore.

However, this is the third sword of the national teacher.

You can't take a step back.

Xie Ronghua understands this truth.

Empress Jiang also understood this truth.

She changed out of the elegant and dignified floor-length dress that she wore on weekdays, cumbersome accessories, and a military uniform, with her long hair tied high at the gate of Zhenxi City, standing upright like a pine, watching the army of [-] demon cultivators gradually approaching the gate of Zhenxi City like a rising tide. .

Squeeze the gap between heaven and earth.

No one needs to say more, Jiang Hou understands how the Zhenxi Army has been scattered since the Jiang family was destroyed, and how the defenders who have been hurriedly transferred from all over the country dislike each other. Give you a punch.

Facing the army of demon cultivators with a strict military plan, it would be a fierce battle that is difficult to turn around.

And once this battle is defeated, according to the deployment of troops in the west, there will be no obstacles for the demons to drive straight in. Even at the speed of the army, they can go deep into the hinterland of the Central Plains in the Northern Zhou Dynasty in one day, and they can knock on the gate of Haojing in two days.

It turns out that life and death have come to this point.

Empress Jiang saw Jiang Changlan put on armor and go to the battlefield, just like Xie Guiyuan did in every victory report, taking the lead and bearing the brunt.

The distance between the two sides was within a hundred steps.

Empress Jiang was so close that she could clearly hear the strange laughter coming from Moxiu's place, as if she couldn't wait for the upcoming killing feast.

After getting close to Jiang Hou, he could really feel the sharpness of the arrow that was put on the bow by Moxiu.

Jiang Hou slowly drew out the saber at her waist, pouring out moonlight like a bend of water.

Strange and funny to say.

For the first half of her life, Empress Jiang had calculated for herself and her family for many years, not daring to take half a step wrong, or half a step behind, a simple matter would involve many things, and she had to think about it three times in her mind .

What she was thinking at the moment was not what would happen to her, Jiang Changlan's, or the Jiang family's after Moxiu broke through the city.

What she was thinking about was what kind of catastrophe those ordinary people who had only heard of in books, who were judged to be "unbearable to hear every word", and who had no power to restrain a chicken, would go through a catastrophe.

Empress Jiang stepped forward step by step, until she reached the front end of the city wall where there was no way to go forward, the next step was to jump directly off the city wall.

The guards at the city gate thought that the Holy Queen of the Northern Zhou Dynasty was about to go to the battlefield in person, and they were shocked. They were thinking about how to stop it, when Queen Jiang turned around, slammed the sword on the drum of the city wall, and there was a loud bang. Loud noise:

"Today, the widow will live and die with Zhenbei City!"

"As long as there are still bricks and tiles in Zhenbei City, I will never leave the city!"

******

The disciples of Jianmen went all the way to the north, unimpeded, and finally encountered the first obstacle in the northern border.

It could also be the last stop.

The leader was a mahayana patriarch from the twelve tribes of the Eastern Desolation, with thousands of demon cultivators behind him.

The Jianmen disciples remained silent.

Only Qingming, the 81 swords that were unsheathed in unison, gave the best answer instead of their master.

While the swordmen disciples were changing and walking, the sword momentum had already been achieved.

With nine people as a small formation and 81 people as a middle formation, they are interlocking, and the sword gate sword formation is bound to be born in troubled times.

Take Fang Linhe as the eye of the formation.

The Mahayana patriarch laughed, slowly sized up the 81 young people, and finally stopped on Fang Linhe, and said in a rather strange tone: "Fang Linhe of Jianmen, one of the four talents in Kyushu, I know your title."

If these words were spoken to people from Kyushu, Fang Linhe might respond politely with "It's a great honor", not to embarrass Jianmen, and not to let others have the opportunity to detain Jianxiu, all of them are a bunch of people without etiquette big hat.

But facing Moxiu, there is no need to talk about etiquette, righteousness and shame.

They have no such thing as etiquette, righteousness and shame.

So only Fang Linhe's face as cold as ice responded silently to the Mahayana patriarch.

The Mahayana patriarch was in a good mood, and didn't mind Fang Linhe's cold water: "I know about you."

"You grew up in Jianmen, obsessed with swordsmanship, and devoted yourself to swordsmanship. Since you were six years old, you have been practicing swordsmanship for more than [-] years. No matter the cold winter or hot summer, you practice swords every day without stopping. Among the four masters, you only love reading books." Xie, Muyin who devotes himself to Buddhism, Yu Yingqiu who is favored by nature, and that dark horse-like heir of the Xie family, none of them can be compared to you in terms of diligence."

Are the current demon cultivators so well aware of the affairs of Kyushu?

The Jianmen disciple murmured in his heart.

Fang Linhe's expression remained motionless, and the hand holding the sword was as steady as a mountain.

It was because the other party Linhe knew something about it that he was not surprised by his reaction.

Moxiu smiled and said: "You want to be the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and you don't care about others. After practicing swords for more than [-] years, it would be a pity to fall here once. Fortunately, adults cherish talents very much. Why don't you switch to my Beihuang sect and keep them here?" How about you being able to practice your sword every day without being disturbed by anyone?"

Not much!

The Sword Sect disciples who drew their swords shouted unanimously in their hearts, wishing to shake Fang Linhe, so that he would never believe Moxiu's sweet words.

As the saying goes, no honey can come out of Moxiu's mouth.

Fang Linhe raised his eyelids, and finally said a few words coldly under the crowd's gaze.

Those words seemed to be sharpened on the edge of his saber, with indomitable tenacity, and the cold light of a sharp blade that saw blood when it came out of the sheath:

"I have practiced swords for more than twenty years, just for this moment!"