I have nothing but luck

At the gate of Haojing City, the common people fled with heavy bags on their backs, while the more respectable families rushed to set up their carriages and packed up the gold and silver. The whole family couldn’t care less about the cramped carriages, and squeezed into the cramped interior. Space, trying to stabilize my heart that is beating with anxiety in this way.

First, the Haojing Imperial Palace collapsed, the evil wind blew up, and the sky was full of dark clouds.

Such a weird scene, even a fool would jump up in fright, engraving the impression of "abnormal" in his mind.

How can the common people care about the turmoil caused by those big figures who were once listed as their favorite after dinner?There is no way to guess that this is a huge wave of catastrophe that swept the entire Kyushu, and they are only busy packing their things and leaving the capital.

Maybe they escaped from the gate of the city, just go south.

Lenovo methods are so simple to a single.

The rampage of tens of thousands of people made it difficult for the guards to resist. If it weren't for the help of the students from the academy who were there to exhaust their tongues in an orderly manner, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the noisy chaos it is now.

I don't know how many people were trampled to death, and how many lives were run over under the wheels of the carriage.

A college student lost his voice, took a sip of tea from his classmate and drank it to rest for a while, then asked in a hoarse voice beside Shen Xi: "Senior Brother Shen, do they know what's going on outside?"

Did you know that it wasn't the nightfall in Hojing?

I know that if you don’t pay attention, Kyushu will be lost forever. There are bones drying in the wild everywhere, and the corpses are submerged in the sand. From Zhenbeicheng in the north, to Xicheng in the west, Haojing in the east, and Nanhai in the south, the wailing sounds of thousands of families will Connecting into one piece, crying Kyushu will not see the dawn, will there never be a peaceful day?

Shen Xi was busy communicating and evacuating with the people who were eager to flee, and finally had a moment of leisure to answer irrelevant questions: "We are practitioners, and we have an obligation not to let them know."

But the general situation of the world has never been in their hands.

The young man opened his mouth to ask, but Shen Xi straightened his sword around his waist and said, "Someone has come from outside the city gate."

The magnificent embroidered gold flag fluttered and rustled in the north wind. Whether it was the festive background color of scarlet red or the auspicious totem of unicorn, dragon and phoenix on the flag, it was extremely inconsistent with Haojing, a city that had declined overnight.

Just as the name belongs to the banner of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, it is equivalent to establishing itself as a king and separatist Jiedushi's army.

Under the angry gaze of the city gate guard, the leading Jiedu envoy clasped his fists with a loud smile and said, "I heard that Gao Jing was in trouble, so I specially brought troops and horses to help, and the Queen Wang Sheng would not hesitate to see him."

But anyone who is well-informed knows that Empress Jiang has no time to withdraw from the battlefield in Western Xinjiang.

But anyone with a little brain knows that the place most in need of reinforcements is far from Haojing.

This Jiedu envoy was able to securely rule one of the feudal towns, obviously he was not a person with no brains and no information.

Then there is only one answer left.

He wanted to come to pick up the cheap goods that Hao Jing had ready-made.

A group of students from the Wicked Academy came here to guard against such people.

It is really a funny thing to say, scolding the royal family of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and scolding the Northern Zhou court, the students of the Indiscriminate Academy scolded the most harshly, the most ruthless, and the most tricky. The room took it out and laughed at it again, to the point of swearing.

However, waiting for the real crisis of the Zhou family, the situation of wandering.

Waiting for Haojing, the imperial capital that gathered Kyushu's 200 years of prosperity and life in one city, to decline.

But it was usually this group of students who scolded the most fiercely, who were not under the rule of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and who never tried to get any benefits from the Zhou family, stood at the forefront of Haojing City.

The students from Hebu Academy all went out of the city gate and stood at the forefront of Haojing City.

Shen Xi stood at the forefront of the students from the Unselected Academy.

Bear the brunt.

He cupped his fists as a salute: "If you don't choose Shenxi Academy, you've met the Jiedu Envoy."

Jiedushi felt a dull pain in his head.

He had a premonition that he would be degraded by this group of young, pedantic and pedantic scholars, from being a ruler and subject to being a human being, from Pangu opening up the sky, Nuwa refining stones, and being reviled to the world, the sea is dry and the stone is rotten. "

Anyway, don't even think about entering the city gate of Haojing all the way today.

Jiedushi's premonition came to nothing.

Unexpectedly, Shen Xi drew his sword, turning the northern wind into a sharp sword intent outside the sheath.

Accompanying him with the sword was only one sentence.

He explained all the reasons he wanted to say, and explained the reason why Shenxi drew the sword: "The rebellious officials and thieves——

Everyone gets it and kills it! "

******

Jiang Hou, who was used by the Jiedu envoy to pull the banner, was still standing on the gate of Zhenxi City.

She has a straight back, and her figure is as tall and straight as the Zhenxi city wall that has gone through thousands of years of wind and frost, blocking countless demon cultivators who are about to move into the ground.

Even if the corpses of the two armies clashed on the field were covered with barren soil, the soldiers stepped on the corpses of their compatriots and slipped on the icy and hard soil, then widened their eyes, and before they had time to shout, they were pierced by the magic sword. The body has stopped its breathing.

Blood flowed like a river, seeping into the wasteland little by little, dyeing the soil bright red.

Even though Jiang Changlan was narrowly dodged in the flow of arrows, facing the siege of more than one Mahayana enemy general, he was short of strength early on, and was at a loss. I don't even bother to wipe it on my clothes.

Empress Jiang also couldn't remember how many times she wanted to beat Jiang Changlan to death, but in the end she was concerned that the blood in Jiang Changlan's body was the same as her own, so she finally stopped.

Of course mothers don't want to see their children suffer.

But Empress Jiang has an additional layer of identity above her mother.

She is the Holy Queen of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the legitimate ruler of this empire, representing the face and backbone of this empire.

Of course, you can't fall on the city wall, and you can't rush to fight.

Having her here is equivalent to a dose of sea magic needle, invisibly telling the soldiers that the entire Northern Zhou Empire is with you.

It was the first time after ginger had such a strong feeling.

He sensed that what was boiling in Jiang Changlan's body and his own was indeed the same kind of blood that was fake.

So Queen Jiang turned around and beat the drum heavily.

Drums roared.

Such as the belief that the generals and soldiers guarding Zhenxi City from generation to generation have never been lost in time and wind and sand.

"Give Way."

Xie Rongjiao said coldly.

After a whole day of fighting, he was already very disheveled, his long hair was askew, and the red clothes were no longer the bright red color before, but were stained with dark traces.

Most of it was the blood spattered by Moxiu who died under his sword.

Although he was too glamorous, such a red dress was more intimidating and persuasive than any golden armor, telling them that the young man in front of him was by no means a man to be trifled with.

It was the gorgeous long sword in his hand. If he was only fooled by the appearance, he might be the one who was split by the sharp edge of the sword the next moment.

But he has killed too many people after all.

Killing too many people means that the physical strength is exhausted, the spiritual power cannot be sustained, and it means that there are many hidden wounds.

It means that it is a good time to kill the boy.

Therefore, among the three Mahayanas, the leading Mahayana did not speak, and only made a slashing gesture with one hand, signaling to chop the boy on the level of the snow mountain.

His partner knew how to take a step forward, and the army of magic cultivators pushed forward silently, like the front of a line of river tide when the Qiantang River was in high tide.

The leading Mahayana guessed well.

Xie Rongjiao's physical strength was indeed exhausted, his spiritual power was indeed unsustainable, and his meridians were indeed suffering from dark wounds.

If it was in the past, the Phoenix True Blood entrenched in his dantian might be able to provide him with some support, stimulate Xie Rongjiao's potential, and make him fight to the death.

But the phoenix's true blood had already been used as the wick of the ever-burning lamp, which was squandered by Xie Rongjiao.

He is just an ordinary swordsman with amazing talent but has not yet matured, and has already consumed [-]% of his extraordinary combat power.

Xie Rongjiao on the snow mountain lost all his aura.

He didn't have Jiang Jingxing who stood behind him all the time as his backing, he didn't have the huge power of Fengling City as his support, and he didn't have the confidence of the Guiyuan army's thousands of troops to suppress the situation.

In fact, they are also unable to protect themselves.

There are only Xie Rongjiao himself, and Zhenjiangshan with a sword.

One person and one sword crossed the barriers of tens of thousands of troops and strong men of the same level.

It sounds like a very chic, very swordsmanship thing.

But in fact, most of the sword cultivators have died at the hands of strong men of the same level before they have time to be unrestrained.

Xie Rongjiao laughed.

He has always been a face fabricated by Bingxue, who rarely has emotional ups and downs, and is used to indifference.

Laughing is rare, laughing at this time——

The Mahayana of Xihuang couldn't help wondering whether he had fought too much in a short period of time, which caused something wrong with his brain.

Immediately, Xie Rongjiao seemed to be talking to himself: "That's also good, it just saves the time to go down the mountain and kill again."

Ever since I first heard the inside story from Qian Baizhu in Donghai City, I have been lingering about Jiang Jingxing; I have been careful step by step along the way, lest I take a wrong step and hurt the common people of Kyushu; Seeing that Xie Tingbai colluded with Xihuang, The anger that smashed Nanyu into a sieve with one hand——

And I don't know what the road ahead is, and there are only people who can't be killed, blood that can't be shed, swords that can't be cut bluntly, sorrow that can't be cried and a future that can't be seen through.

I am afraid that Kyushu will become a purgatory on earth, I am afraid that the prospects I have seen in the past will be overturned, and I am afraid that the sky covered by heavy dark clouds will never reappear.

Picking out any one of these is enough to crush a person's shoulders and bend his back. The complex and negative emotions finally rushed out of the cage built by the young man's strong willpower, and pieced together into a complete beard and tail, with lifelike scales. The ancient ferocious beast roared and chose to devour people.

Xie Rongjiao didn't want to bear it anymore.

He didn't want to grope step by step and follow the script given by fate.

Step by step, he killed the demon cultivator blocking the way, climbed to the top of the snow mountain after untold hardships, and then helped Jiang Jingxing and Mo Luo fight to the death.

Maybe he fell down on the way up the mountain, maybe he fell down on the top of a snow mountain, and if he was a bit more lucky, he might be able to walk down the mountain with Jiang Jingxing.

Xie Rongjiao didn't want to continue acting like this.

Fuck Invincible Sanctuary.

Fuck the painstaking planning of three generations for more than 200 years.

Fuck it, it's irreversible.

He only knew that the long sword in his hand was once unbearable even in the Holy Realm, and the Heavenly Dao reincarnated. God was destined to wrestle with the prehistoric universe, and he insisted on changing his fate from the Heavenly Dao, earning more than [-] years of prosperity for Kyushu. .

He only knew that the blood flowing in his body had been passed down from generation to generation in the past 2000 years, and it was incomparable to any true Phoenix blood.

All the doubts and doubts accumulated in Xie Rongjiao's heart, like thick dark clouds covering the snow mountain, were completely dissipated.

Xie Rongjiao looked up at the sky, only one thought remained in his mind.

He wanted to cut off the demon cultivator blocking the way with one sword, cut through the high snow-capped mountains with one sword, and scattered the dark clouds covering the sky with one sword.

The tyrannical emotions that had been brewing in his heart for a long time were finally unreservedly released, and he shouted his angry voice of refusal to fate towards the hundred thousand demon cultivators, towards the entire Northern Wilderness, and even towards the Empress Dowager.

Xie Rongjiao believes that he can do it himself.

So Moxiu watched in astonishment as the spiritual power on the young man evaporated and burned at an incredible speed, as if under the high light of nine rounds of sun, the boiling river water full of bubbles and white smoke turned into a white mist covering the sky and escaping the sun to the sky.

It is unbelievable like a river flowing upstream and a waterfall hanging upside down. I can't believe the miracle with my naked eyes.

The blood from Xie Rongjiao's killing all the way merged into a river, which swelled countless times in a blink of an eye. It was like a stroke of magic that diverted the inexhaustible water of the Yangtze River from ancient times to the snowy mountains of Xihuang. Rumbling and loosening, countless gravels rolled down towards the Beihuang army at the foot of the mountain like meteors.

Even more frightening.Those gigantic boulders that have been hammered by thousands of years of wind and frost, which are as large as ten feet in diameter, also slowly made a deafening sound of loosening under the impact of the river water.

On the mountain rocks, ice and snow scattered like a heavy rain and hail from the sky, and the rocks that have been in the same shape for thousands of years slowly cracked into fine lines.

This eastward flow of river water would cut off the entire snow mountain in the middle.

When the river rushed to the mountainside, it didn't rush sideways to the mountainside as Moxiu had imagined.

It abruptly turned around and headed towards the dense dark clouds.

When the sky is torn apart, the Milky Way hidden between the nine heavens pours into the world.

Xie Rongjiao stood on Dongliu, raised his sword to point to the sky, and the ray of sharpness raised by the sword tip seemed to cut off the dark clouds and make the light reappear.

I want to change the day to the dark clouds, and the blue sky to the night, and then this Kyushu will be regarded as the real Qingming Tianxia.

The sword's edge was raised high, and it fell with its fingers.

And Qingming Tianxia will last forever.