I have nothing but luck

Xie Ronghua knelt down on one knee, and the tip of the peace knife in his hand sank three inches into the soil.

Strangely enough, the sound of golden swords, horseshoes, battles, drums and drums intertwined in one place, was deafening, and the heart couldn't bear the loneliness and jumped out of the chest, and the blood boiled.

Under such a noisy voice, Xie Ronghua heard Li Zhixuan's words clearly.

Xie Ronghua has killed countless people under the knife in his life, but the people he has protected under the knife are far more than the people she has killed.

She is born with a tendency to take care of others, and thinks that it is only natural for her to save others, and it is her own incompetence when others come to protect and save herself, and she is a little bit embarrassed that her job has been robbed.

Not to mention that others died protecting her.

Although Li Zhixuan and her have never lived together, except for Xihuang's casual rescue, there is no friendship, let alone the life-and-death friendship with Zi, who was born and died.

Although a small sword cultivator in the microscopic realm, in the current situation in Kyushu, if he dies, he will die, and it will not cause a greater impact than crushing an ant on the side of the road.

Li Zhixuan also understands that he is insignificant, as light as a feather.

So he doesn't think he's unlucky.

On the contrary, Li Zhixuan insisted on going his own way, thinking that he had used all the good luck accumulated in his unlucky life for more than 20 years here.

Otherwise, how could he travel from Fengling City in the southern region to the battlefield in the northern border, pass through thousands of troops unscathed, and block the deadly sword of the national teacher for Xie Ronghua skillfully.

In the whole incident, Li Zhixuan didn't know what kind of role he played in it, just like thousands of other people, who was played in the palm of his hand, helpless and involuntary; it was even more impossible to know the layout of Mo Luo. The ins and outs.

He didn't even know who was the one who hugged himself with a sword and beat Xie Ronghua until he knelt on the ground and couldn't get up.

But Lee Ji Hyun knows one thing.

Xie Ronghua's safety is very important.

It is far more important than the life of a little sword cultivator like him.

Li Zhixuan closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Covered with blood and fire, far more cruel and real than the magnificent scene described in the poems with gold and iron horses, there was a mournful roar, hovering at a higher level that the blood and flames could not reach, for a long time. go.

Xie Ronghua's eyes were red, he raised his head to the sky, and screamed: "No! I don't believe it!"

I don't believe that the eternal awe-inspiring spirit will perish in one day, allowing the turbid air to tear every inch of Kyushu's soil into barrenness.

I don't believe that the evil will overwhelm the good. The desolate demons will cross the walls built by the bones of the predecessors, and plant the flames of war and flags in every corner of Kyushu.

I don't believe that people are born to be human, just to come to this purgatory, to be an involuntary pawn in the hands of a big man, to go through hardships and be slaughtered by others.

I do not believe.

The peace knife sank an inch further.

The knuckles holding the peace knife turned white to blue.

Xie Ronghua stood up unsteadily.

She wobbled forward step by step.

A man can die on the battlefield, a knife can be broken in two.

If you retreat alone, you cannot retreat even one step.

Can't return.

Probably because Xie Ronghua's red-clothed and treasured sword looks too prestige in Beihuang Moxiu's heart, but there is no one who is not afraid of her.Even at this moment Xie Ronghua has made it clear that he is at the end of his battle.

However, the dragon is trapped in the shoal, and the remaining prestige is still there.

When the national teacher didn't come out with the sword, no demon cultivator dared to go up rashly.

Xie Ronghua raised the knife and slashed down, the bright red light of the knife spattered a streak of blood on her wrist: "The younger generation uses Guiyuan's knife to cultivate the undead as evidence, and I implore the heroes and heroes here to go to this catastrophe with me!"

Thousands of years have passed since the birth of barren people.

For thousands of years, generations of mortal soldiers and genius cultivators stationed here went to the front line of the northern border. Some survived and became famous; more died on the battlefield in obscurity.

Even at death, the soul still refuses to dissipate. Only when the Northern Wilderness is destroyed and Kyushu is safe and sound is the day when he is willing to reincarnate and experience reincarnation again.

No one would have thought that Xie Ronghua would be so bold.

Xie Ronghua wiped his lips and smiled heavily.

The undead are evil.

But when it comes to borrowing the power of the heroes and undead here, how many lives of demon cultivators have she left on the peace knife, and how much effort has she devoted to protecting the stability of the frontier?

Who dares to be more fearless than her, who dares to be more dignified than her?

A deep roar echoed between the snow-capped mountains of Xihuang.

It was like a giant dragon that had been dormant in the mountains for thousands of years was awakened, and it let out a long cry with its exclusive dragon power, which indicated that the furious dragon was about to tear apart the intruder who didn't know what to do or who was in awe.

The sword edge of Zhenjiang Mountain slashed down high.

Xie Rongjiao was clearly in the human world, he didn't even touch the door to the highest peak in the world, he still stayed obediently on the halfway up the snow-capped mountain, that sword seemed to be cut from the sky, the dark clouds tore apart a thread, his face was bright A piece of sword light pierced through the dark clouds, pouring down like a waterfall of silver water, shining on the top of the snow mountain, so bright that you can't look directly at it.

It is the first light in the dark night.

All the movement on the snow mountain was quiet.

There was no sound of cracking rocks as if a giant dragon was about to collapse at any time, no shuffling sound of boots stepping on the ice and snow when the magic cultivator army marched, no sharp and harsh friction sound of weapons when Mahayana strongmen blocked the way.

There is only one majestic voice echoing among the many snow mountains, neither male nor female, it lingers for a long time, like the evening drum and morning bell from the Buddhist world in the Western Heaven, it is deafening.

It asked: "Why did the sword in the sky come to the world?"

Why did the heavenly sword come to the world?

This is actually a difficult question to answer.

The sky looks at the mortal world, and all beings are equal.

Whether it is life or death, whether it is prosperity or decline, whether it is existence or death has long been the prescribed track for the division of the three thousand roads of the universe.The human race's various efforts and struggles push the world forward, and they also walk according to the ruts of the track.

The sky looks at the world, it depends on the human race to decide who will live and who will die, which livestock to eat, which plants to watch and see, who are people of the same race who should support each other, and who are people of a different race.

How ridiculous.

God only needs to be fair and impartial enough.

Why did the sword in the sky come to the world.

Xie Rongjiao did not search around for traces of the person who spoke, nor did he wander in panic because he fell into a completely quiet world.

He just held the sword and walked step by step to the top of the snow-capped mountain where he could not fly up due to his limited spiritual power, and calmly replied as he walked:

"This is a sword in the world."

"Everything in the world is finished in the world."

The world's affairs belong to the world's sword, what matters in the sky?

It is ridiculous to look at people from the perspective of heaven.

And looking at people from a human point of view, no matter how ridiculous it is, you have to move forward.

In the boundless wind and snow, in the midst of the sky and the earth, there is only a mountain so high that you can't see the top rolling up and down. There is nothing else but plain white.

The boy in red climbed the mountain with steady steps, step by step, as if he could reach the end of the world and never repent.

Because in the world, there are passers-by who meet each other once and jokingly, friends who share similar interests, and relatives who are connected by blood and warmth.

There are even more loved ones who share life and death and hold hands.

These little things are the meaning of being human.

What God thinks, what people see.

Fuck him.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xie Rongjiao was like looking at flowers in the water, and the unreal feeling of seeing the moon in the mist disappeared immediately like the mist and vapor of the sunrise.

The sound rang in my ears again.

Xie Rongjiao was still in the middle of the mountain where there were wolves in front and tigers in back, and he was stared at by two Mahayanas in front and a group of demon cultivators who were getting more and more crowded behind him.

Cold sweat dripped from the palms of the two Mahayanas.

Just now, the boy's sword was as pure as cutting mountains, snow and clouds, and the aftermath didn't even endanger them, and went straight to the sky.

This did not make Moxiu happy.

Because after this sword is finished, the boy's aura is rising steadily, as if all the previous hard battles don't exist, and he is back to the peak of his combat power and the most full state.

Maybe even a little higher than then.

Mo Xiu didn't dare to say it, because he couldn't see through it.

At this juncture, Moxiu no longer cared about being slapped in the face by the young man.After all, face is very Schrödinger's thing to Moxiu. When he cares about it, it is as important as a thousand weights, but when compared to his own life, he is not even a fart.

He lowered his head, tried his best to suppress his arrogance, and came to tell Xie Rongjiao that he was soft, and stepped sideways to make way: "Senior, please."

Xie Rongjiao didn't look at him.

The snow-capped mountains are very high, and it still takes a lot of time to walk to the top of the snow-capped mountains.

That being the case—

Xie Rongjiao flew down, and the corners of the bright red clothes fluttered among the snow-capped mountains like a phoenix bird spreading its wings. The golden thread on the hem of the clothes gleamed like the gorgeous streamer on the wings of a phoenix.

Moxiu couldn't figure out if Xie Rongjiao was really out of his mind.

If it wasn't for his poor brain, how could he give up halfway the results of all the hard work?

Obviously it was time for victory.

The light of the long sword in Xie Rongjiao's hand gushed out from between his sleeves, and the sun rose to the east, shining brightly!

Xie Rongjiao cut the snow-capped mountainside with his first sword, and climbed up, trying to cut down the dark clouds in the sky.

And his sword cut down tens of thousands of feet horizontally, cutting from the source of the spiritual veins in the snow-capped mountains!

Jian Guang didn't stay at the foot of the snow-capped mountain to entangle, but jumped up very quickly, as if climbing all the way up from the foot of the mountain tomorrow, and would eventually hang to the top of the snow-capped mountain!

Although Jiang Jingxing and Mo Luo were engrossed in the fight, they would not fail to notice such a big movement.

Moro turned greener.

As if he was afraid that he wouldn't faint, Jiang Jingxing did the thing that added fuel to the fire without thinking: "When I became a saint 18 years ago, did Beihuang think that I was someone from Kyushu who came out to hinder your destiny? "

Is not it?

It was the old patriarch of Fazong who first made this prophecy.

Later, the results did prove that the old suzerain of Fazong really had sharp eyes and could see through the secrets.

Moreau didn't want to answer the consensus, IQ-degrading question.

Jiang Jingxing smiled.

It seems that after guarding an unknown secret for 18 years, they can finally open the curtain openly, allowing people to appreciate the secret of the same brilliance and beauty that is completely opposite to their guess:

"I was sanctified 18 years ago, and I didn't sanctify the sky."

In spite of his busy schedule, Moro still did not forget to raise one eyebrow, fully testifying to his surprise at the news.

Because if you ask any five-year-old child, you will know that Jiang Jingxing became a saint 18 years ago, and the five-colored light covered half of the sky, declaring to the world that the sky is not dead.

"That is the divine light of the phoenix."

In fact, when the five-color divine light appeared, Jiang Jingxing had not yet become a saint.

Nor did he use the so-called holy realm to forcibly kill Emperor Zhou, and Baihong pierced the sun.

He was just a fool who didn't have the holy land, but thought that he would definitely be able to kill Emperor Zhou and get out of it.

"Maybe it's because the long-cherished wish came to an end after killing Emperor Zhou, or maybe it's because the five-color divine light of the phoenix is ​​too rare to find. I see a broad-minded heart, and once you step into the holy realm."

At that time, Xie Rongjiao was born with the five-color divine light of the phoenix, Jiang Jingxing felt that he owed him a chance, and offered to Xie Huan to take Xie Rongjiao as his disciple to repay the chance of becoming a saint, thus stepping into the ups and downs of Kyushu.

"So even if Ah Ci doesn't have the true blood of the Phoenix, he is still the son of destiny who was born with the aura of the Phoenix."