I have nothing but luck

If you are a swordsman.

You don't have a natural sword with a clear heart, and you don't have the comprehension of all dharmas.

There is only a heart that loves to practice swords.

With this heart, you wake up earlier than chickens, sleep later than cows, the severe cold and scorching sun, Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival, the breath of flowers, New Year's Day and Spring Festival, there has never been a day that has stopped you from practicing swords regardless of the weather.

Finally, you made a name for yourself in Kyushu. Others say that you are a young genius. Even if this young genius has moisture, half of it is obtained through hard work, it sounds like you have a promising future. If you keep going, maybe you can still run A holy land of heaven and man.

For this reason, you are grateful from the bottom of your heart to the sect that taught you the supreme kendo and raised you up. For this reason, you are willing to hold your nose and endure the jittery juniors and sisters, and you are the disrespectful and irresponsible head of the sect. , gritted his teeth to prop up the high-cold figure of Jianmen and couldn't fall down.

It may be too tiring to support and support for a long time. Looking at the master, I feel awe-inspiring, and looking at the juniors, I feel cute and cute. Everyone is shrouded in halo.

Seeing that the future is promising, disaster suddenly breaks out in Kyushu. As the mainstay of the sect's hope, you naturally do your part and lead the team to the frontier first.

Then no then.

Half of Fang Linhe's arm holding the sword was blown up to the bone, and he almost couldn't even hold the natal sword that he had held since childhood, which was equivalent to his third arm.

Not to mention the others.

His spiritual power was dry, even if he dug a few times into his dantian with a shovel, he couldn't dig out a single bit. The other arm didn't heal much, but the injury was quite symmetrical. There were many deep bone scars on his body. Jianxiu's white robe was stained with blood, and more seriously, his meridians were broken, making him completely incapacitated.

It's hard for Fang Linhe to still have the strength to stand, and said to the Jianmen disciple who came with him: "Let's go, there are still many demon cultivators ahead."

He is the eye of the sword formation, and the demon cultivators headed by Mahayana naturally stared at Fang Linhe to fight, but Fang Linhe had to spend the most spiritual and mental energy to keep the sword formation from being destroyed, and use the most strength to endure The most vicious beating.

How could the word miserable be enough to describe it?

Coupled with the background summary above, if someone gets the script in Fang Linhe's hands, he will inevitably fall.

Is this a fucking script of human life?

Fang Linhe didn't feel anything.

Like what he said loudly to Moxiu earlier:

"I have practiced swordsmanship for 20 years, all for this moment."

Jian Xiu is a daughter of gold and promises, and never tells lies.

A model swordsman like Fang Linhe would rather kill him than say a single word against his will.

Now that that moment has passed, the more than [-] years of practicing swords are worthwhile.

His life is also worth it.

Fang Linhe didn't care whether Yang Ruopu would take the sword for him or not, he would not carve his name on the Jianmen stone tablet.

He only hoped that the Jianmen stele could last forever.

Fang Linhe closed his eyes, not intending to see the demon cultivators who were killing wave after wave like locusts, rushing from a distance, as if they would never be able to kill them all.

It wasn't just the demon cultivators who rushed to attack.

Yu Yingqiu's white dress, because of her beautiful and outstanding complexion, not only did not blend with the frosty grass on the snowy ground, but was reflected on the ice and snow.A soft yet dazzling stream of bright moonlight, where the skirt passed, seemed to bloom plain white flowers on the ice and snow, bringing the barren land back to life.

Between her soft white palms is the familiar lotus print.

Wherever the skirt swings, lotus blossoms step by step.

It's just that when Fan Moxiu and Yu Yingqiu face each other with the lotus in their hands, they will inevitably die under the seal of the lotus after a scream.No matter which demon cultivator could think of it, it seemed that the power was mediocre, as if it was just a lotus flower seal that the beauty cultivator made for the sake of looking good, and it could kill the demon cultivator as easily as killing a pig to this point.

Even the first mouthful is a familiar flavor.

It was clearly the sound of a yellow oriole coming out of the valley and a clear spring flowing, but it was so miraculous that people wanted to violently hit someone: "Why, Brother Fang is so hard-hearted, he is willing to leave your sword alone, and have the heart to let it Widow for you?"

Fang Linhe's unmoved expression in the face of a whole team of demon cultivators succeeded, and finally he was so angry that the veins on his forehead twitched.

At the same time, he opened his eyes and gripped the hilt of his natal saber tightly.

******

Auntie shouldn't be here.

Kneeling on one knee, Jiang Changlan, who couldn't support his whole body with his hands, thought desperately.

If Auntie hadn't come here, maybe he could have given him a good posthumous posthumous posthumous title, and ordered the historian to embellish and embellish his wise and martial arts, and compile them into the history books and hand them down for future generations to admire.

In this way, Jiang Changlan died beautifully, like an invincible god of war in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and like the pride of the Jiang family.

But Empress Jiang just came here.

Witnessed how he was beaten like a dog under the siege.

That can still be beautiful ass!

Jiang Changlan thought desperately.

He will not rest in peace.

Oh yes, Jiang Changlan came to his senses later, Zhenxi City fell, Jiang Empress may not be able to return safely, and Bei Zhou may not live long enough to write his biography.

Then he died neither consummately without regrets, nor vigorously.

It's too miserable.

Damn it!

With a big heart like Jiang Changlan, I can't continue to be big.

He knew that according to the routine at this time, he should rise up violently, first beat the two Mahayanas headed by the disabled, and then use his own strength to suppress the arrogance of the [-] Demon Cultivators in the Northern Wilderness, leading the morale of the Zhenxi Army to boost their morale Send the barren people back to their hometown, pack them up and go back to where they should go.

A daydream is a daydream after all.

Routine can't save Jiang Changlan when he can't even climb up now.

He laughed, very lightly, but the desperation and sadness in the smile was shocking.

The fall of Zhenxi City is a foregone conclusion.

Jiang Changlan was not afraid that he would die under the knife of the demon cultivator, nor was he afraid that Lao Shizi would die without a complete body without a beautiful biography passed down in the history books.

He was afraid that after seeing Jiang, he would collapse on the city gate, and he would not be able to repay this elder who sincerely considered him and protected him for the rest of his life until he died.

He was afraid of hearing the hundreds of millions of people guarding behind Zhenxi City crying in unison.

Empress Jiang's eyes were bloodshot at the city gate.

But she never took a step out of the lower city gate.

She should be with Zhenxicheng.

Jiang Changlan suspected that he had hallucinations before his death.

Otherwise, you will see the flowers, birds, vegetation on the gold-painted fan surface, the small scenery of the four seasons, the quiet and beautiful brushstrokes and the faint sandalwood on the fan.It was as if Jiang Changlan was brought back to the banquet where the aristocratic families gathered in Gaojing, one after another competed like peacocks for the rare treasures brought from all over the world.

But at the next moment, Bai Yu's fan bone was retracted, and the weapon in Mahayana demon cultivator's hand was rolled upside down, revealing the bloody flames outside the fan again, which gave Jiang Changlan a sense of reality that he was still alive.

The owner of the folding fan smiled and said, "According to the rules of the building, Qianbailou never places bets that are not guaranteed to win."

It's a pity to laugh, this game between Beihuang and Kyushu is undoubtedly a gamble that thousands of landlords are not very sure about.

However, the bet is enough to make thousands of landlords lose their fortunes.

He sounded calm, very talkative and talkative, which made Moxiu on the opposite side heaving a sigh of relief, and was about to reluctantly talk to Lord Qianbai and ask him not to intervene in this matter.

Seeing that Qian Baizhu put away his lazy expression, and did not shake his folding fan: "But this is not a gamble, it is something that everyone must do."

"Otherwise, what face do I have in the world?"

******

Xie Ronghua led the Guiyuan Army to victories in every battle without a single defeat.

Since she practiced and entered the country, she has loved to do the work of licking blood on the tip of a knife and fighting across the border, and she has never failed.

It seemed that Xie Ronghua was favored by the Dao of Heaven alone, and let the Dao of Heaven personally put on her the invincible treasure armor robe.

It's just that the armor robe has been worn for a long time, and finally the pattern on the robe fades, and the color on the armor fades.

Xie Ronghua's reputation of invincibility is probably due to this battle against the Northern Wilderness.

The big and small battles she has experienced in half her life are the most important and the most important ones that cannot be lost.

Xie Ronghua held the knife and barely stood up straight, maintaining her last bit of decency.

What is her situation, only Xie Ronghua knows best.

Her body was covered with wounds from the sword qi, and there were thin and deep or shallow cracks in which the meridians were dry and empty, and the bony scars on her wrist made her tremble even when she was holding the Taiping knife.

There are comrades in the Guiyuan army who have fought side by side with her for many years. Seeing that Xie Ronghua's situation is not good, he wants to bring someone to help.

Xie Ronghua saw it, but shouted at him with the last bit of strength: "Leave me alone! Stop Moxiu!"

While she still has the strength to stop the national teacher, how many demon cultivators can be killed.

When she can't stop the national teacher, then the national teacher's entry into the Guiyuan army, even if it is the Guiyuan army that has always been known for its bravery, is just like a tiger joining a flock of sheep.

Thinking of this verse, Xie Ronghua raised his eyes to look at the national teacher unwillingly.

Even though her whole body was stained with blood, her eyes were still terribly clear and bright: "Why?"

Even if Xie Ronghua is not from the generation of the national teacher, she still knows the deeds of the national teacher well.

Even up to this point, Xie Ronghua never doubted that the national teacher's loyalty was a faux pas.

You have worked so hard for the prosperity of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and you have spared no expense of your kindness.

Why turn around and focus on the Northern Zhou Dynasty, on the empire that he created with painstaking efforts, on the great cause that condensed his blood and dreams when he was young, and on the people who did not hesitate to stain his hands with blood just to protect the peace of the country and the people of Haiyan and Heqing?Want to destroy it single-handedly?

The national teacher did not answer Xie Ronghua's question.

Of course he would not answer Xie Rong's question.

As long as he can answer Xie Ronghua's question and retain a trace of his own sanity, the situation will not fall to this point.

The national teacher slashed at Xie Ronghua again.

In an understatement, it has the power to collapse mountains and rivers.

It's a pity that Xie Ronghua dangerously held the Taiping Dao's hand, and her empty meridians no longer allowed her to swing countless sabers like before, eliminating the power of the national teacher's sword in the light of the sword.

Xie Ronghua mobilized his dantian with a bit of knife energy left on the Taiping knife.

Of course, Xie Guiyuan couldn't die under the sword of the national teacher so quietly.

If you want to die, you have to die like a coach of the Guiyuan Army.

For example, he blew himself up to stop the national teacher's footsteps, and bought some time for the Guiyuan army.

As for the inability to survive, the matter of the next life will be considered in the next life.

However, God seemed to have discovered in time that the treasured robe he gave to Xie Ronghua had reached the age of no use, and God's favor came to Xie Ronghua's side again.

She doesn't have to think about the next life in advance.

In a battlefield of 10,000+ people, it is actually very difficult to detect a figure suddenly.

Xie Ronghua also realized that someone blocked the sword of the national teacher for her when the figure who suddenly fell under the sword of her and the national teacher fell down.

He ran all the way to the point of disgrace, just to help Xie Ronghua block the sword of the national teacher.

Sure enough, Li Zhixuan, the sword cultivator himself, was very lonely.

Came all the way and arrived at the pass to help Xie Ronghua block a sword.

Sure enough, it was unlucky to remind Li Zhixuan himself.

He came all the way to help Xie Ronghua block the sword, closed his eyes and said the last words: "Xie Shuai, I believe you can do it."

Sure enough, it's also very silly. Bai Tian Li Zhixuan himself.