I have nothing but luck

That round of tomorrow climbed up the mountain like a golden crow, and the huge rocks that were ravaged by the overflowing sword energy rolled like thunder.

Naturally, as the sword energy rose, the rocks rolled down from the foot of the mountain, and then turned into rolling down from the mountainside and even higher places.

From a distance, it looks like the autumn wind is sweeping, and the leaves on the branches of different heights are shaking off in unison.

The difference is that the thundering rocks are far from being comparable to a few floating leaves, not to mention firmly blocking the Moxiu at the foot of the mountain, and many of them have been run over by the Moxiu army, all in disarray.

Tomorrow, it climbs higher and higher, and gradually grows wings and tails from a ball of bright sunlight, stretching to the shape of a phoenix bird.

On the top of the mountain, Mo Luo's face was pale and ashen.

Some things that were unthinkable in the past were explained.

For example, why Xie Rongjiao would travel around with Jiang Jingxing since he was a child, and he was not at home for 360 out of 360 days, Xie Huan didn't say a word.

Thinking about it now, this might not be a kind of protection for Xie Rongjiao, in order to prevent him from being discovered by Xie Tingbai before he has grown up.Only by handing Xie Rongjiao into Jiang Jingxing's hands can Xie Huan feel relieved.

It's a pity that Mo Luo didn't care about the deeds of a young boy at that time, if it wasn't because he was Jiang Jingxing's apprentice, Xie Tingbai's favorite student, he wouldn't have paid more attention to it.

Not to mention going to war for this clue that cannot be explained by common sense.

The phoenix bird stretched its wings and flew to the top of the snow mountain, poking its head out from the edge.

Jiang Jingxing stopped the Baji sword in time.

Since Ah Ci made this sword, anyway, he was very tired from fighting Mo Luo in the past two days, so it is better to let Ah Ci go.

Fengniao raised its head and swallowed Mo Luo in one gulp, as if completely forgetting that it was transformed by a ball of sword light.

So Mo Luo, who was in the majestic holy land and was still immersed in the dream of being powerful in all directions and ruling the world, went straight through Fengniao's throat and neck, and fell to the mountain.

The destination is actually worse than anyone else, in this boundless and endless snow-capped mountains, in some small corner, there is not even a bone left.

Just waiting for a new round of ice and snow to seal his ambitions, he will die with regret.

A dignified saint who has dominated the world for 200 years, died no more tragically, generously, dignifiedly and noblely than those minions under him, or the poor lives who ended up with minions.

The phoenix bird spread its wings high and flew straight towards the dark clouds in the sky.

A young man in red, Feng Ling, came to the top of the snow-capped mountain with a sword in hand, and the demon cultivators retreated wherever he passed.

Xie Ronghua held the peace knife.

Holding more than a knife in your hand.

Just like every time she faced a wooden post with a straight knife since she was a child, like every time she killed an enemy army since she went to the battlefield when she was young, Xie Ronghua's knife raised and fell with the most familiar and ordinary posture she was most familiar with.

She wasn't the only one who got the knife.

It is the whole Guiyuan army behind her, the countless heroes and soldiers who have fallen on the northern battlefield for thousands of years.

This knife spans thousands of troops and runs through thousands of years.

The qi lingering on the tip of the knife is Haoran qi, and the wind blowing on the tip of the knife is Kuaizai wind.

Xie Ronghua cut it down with one blow!

The momentum of that knife was mediocre.

There is no astonishing momentum when the sword is drawn, no majestic astronomical phenomena when the sword is dropped, and endless back moves.

That's just one knife.

There is not much difference between a knife and an ordinary knife that is cut in chaos when a soldier is bathed in blood and fighting with a demon.

It is pure because it is so simple.

It takes thousands of years of pure time to gather the power of thousands of people to cut a short cut.

Xie Ronghua slowly pulled out the peace knife that pierced through the heart of the national teacher.

She no longer cared whether the national teacher would lose all of her fighting power after this knife, or even die under this knife.

Because after this knife, Xie Ronghua has already entered the realm of heaven and man.

She was able to cross the border to kill heaven and man in her Mahayana fashion, and she was able to bully the national teacher of the holy realm.Heaven and man are naturally even less of a problem.

The knife just now was the strongest knife that Xie Ronghua put his heart and blood into when he was in the Mahayana and risked all risks to use it, but for Xie Ronghua who is in the realm of heaven and man, it is far from the case.

But to Xie Ronghua's surprise, the icy color in the eyes of the national teacher slowly melted into nothingness like the spring returning to the earth, even if he was on the battlefield that had already turned into purgatory, his chest was severely injured and bleeding, and there was still spring breeze Generally, a gentle personality that makes people want to be close to each other.

Xie Ronghua didn't take it lightly.

When she hadn't made the next cut with the Taiping knife, the national teacher did something that made Xie Ronghua's eyes pop. She used the long sword to strike her heart with her backhand. The hand holding the sword was steady, and she struck Extremely fast, extremely accurate, and extremely ruthless, it is hard to imagine that someone could bear such a ruthless hand against him without leaving any room for reversal.

Unless there are magic soldiers like Zhenjiang Mountain in hand, it is absolutely impossible for the saint to cross the border and be killed.

It is very simple to be killed by oneself, such as the national teacher now.

With the blessing of a stroke of genius, Xie Ronghua, who was able to face life and death without changing his face without losing his demeanor, was stunned on the spot. He couldn't decide whether it would be safer to go up to the national teacher for a knife, or it would be better to devote himself to the fight elsewhere.

Even with Xie Ronghua's disposition, he didn't know what to say.

So the two of them were beaten to death, she was beaten into a dog against the wind first, and finally broke the situation and saw that the comeback was imminent, just to pave the way for the suicide of the national teacher?

Are you kidding me?

Xie Ronghua swears that if there is a storybook that dares to write like this, she will definitely ride over on the chasing horse and take a peace knife to blow up the dog's head who wrote the storybook.

It's a pity that she can't blow the head of the national teacher right now.

Because the national teacher has already acted first.

The national teacher didn't care about what Xie Ronghua was thinking, and he didn't have time to explain the many hidden things in it to her.

Practitioners have always been immune to cold and heat, and are not disturbed by cold and heat. This is the first time in the past 200 years that the national teacher has felt the pervasive chill in the icy world, so cold that his blood stiffened and his whole body became numb.

Everything tells him one thing.

His vitality flowed away like water, and his death was not far away.

Might as well be a good thing.

The national teacher spent some last effort to look up at Xie Ronghua, she got back on the horse, even though the red dress was dirty, it was still like a burning flame in the snow, beating so that the hearts of the people felt hot.

Through Xie Ronghua, what the national teacher saw was the Tai|Emperor Tai|Emperor who was fighting north and south on horseback when he was young. For the Northland, which was also a nightmare in the world at that time, he was undoubtedly the Emperor Tai|Emperor who came through like Daoguang.

After that, he walked to the imperial palace on horseback, stepped out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and stepped on the piles of bones of demon cultivators to the altar of proclaiming the emperor.

Tai|Emperor Tai|Emperor was young at that time, he had the courage to follow the precedents of his predecessors thousands of years ago, open up a new country and proclaim himself emperor, and he also dared to have half of the barbarian blood in his body, which might explode someday Brothers are commensurate, and even entrusted with the important task of the country.

In order to live up to the trust of the Tai | Ancestor, the national teacher first made a blood oath of allegiance to the successive emperors of the Zhou family, and then sealed half of the blood of the barbarians in his body with a cultivation base that can clearly enter the holy realm at any time, just like walking in a courtyard.

It is the national teacher who is said to have a mysterious origin but is always loyal to the Zhou family.

I don't know if it was unfortunate or fortunate that Taizu died too early.

Leaving behind an immature Bei Zhou who is like himself, like a drawn sword with indomitable vigor.

Leave a period of friendship between life and death, but never have time to have suspicion and fear.

The national teacher remembered that when he met Tai | Zu, it was also in such a howling north wind weather, and his voice seemed to be mourning.

At that time, they were young in fresh clothes, with hot blood flowing from their bodies, roaring out the lofty ideal of expelling the northern wilderness and revitalizing the northern land. How could they care about whether the northern wind was happy or sad?

I just expected that Beifengti saw the end in 200 years.

While it silences the noisy and angry horses, and leaves the scholar's head full of frost and snow, it will also be sad when the clang vows are blown to pieces, the original heart of a child is changed beyond recognition as the blood cools down, and the bones of young ideals disappear under the torrent of time.

The last shadow that flashed in the eyes of the national teacher was the silhouette of Emperor Tai|Zu when he proclaimed himself emperor. Even though his face was blurred, he was full of ambition but jumped out vividly.

He showed a smile to Xie Ronghua, and said slowly: "Take care of this country."

He no longer cared about the surname of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and whether the Zhou family could last forever.

Perhaps before he died, it would be a great blessing to find someone who would inherit his and Tai | Ancestor's ideals.

Xie Ronghua seemed to understand that this was the last moment of the national teacher.

So she didn't angrily scold the national teacher for being unreliable, accusing him of defecting in battle again and again; she didn't grab him by the collar and insist on asking about the beginning and end of a matter to understand the reason.

She remained silent on the spot for a few breaths, then spoke solemnly, and gave the national teacher the answer he wanted.

A simple word "good" is worth a thousand dollars, and it is as important as a thousand pounds.

Far more than a thousand gold promises.

This word entrusts thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the north, and hundreds of millions of people; it is an ideal passed down between two generations after 200 years.

The national teacher smiled and closed his eyes.

And Xie Ronghua turned his horse's head and rushed to the army of demon cultivators, the Taiping knife turned into a dragon, swallowed thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and headed straight to the sky.

It interacts with the phoenix bird hovering over the snow-capped mountains in the far west, flies into the dark clouds and clouds, and swallows the dark airy clouds in one gulp.

The prosperity of the dragon and the phoenix, although festive and vulgar, is in essence undoubtedly beautiful and hopeful.

The dark clouds gradually disappeared.

Little by little, the sky revealed its bright and blue true colors.

In the east, there is a bright red sun rising slowly.

With the red sun reflected behind Xie Rongjiao, he finally stepped onto the top of the snow mountain.

It was unclear whether he rushed towards Jiang Jingxing's direction first, or Jiang Jingxing rushed forward and hugged him first.

Anyway, it is true that they fell together in the snow due to too much momentum.

It's hard to imagine that one of the two, Mo Luo, who had previously combined Qi San's spiritual energy, still had the upper hand, and the other crossed the border and killed Xie Tingbai first, and then forcibly broke through a tight siege among tens of thousands of demon cultivators, killing two Mahayanas and bringing the Harvest Mo Luo with him. Luo's head was on his neck.

At this time, it is as weak as a piece of paper, and the wind can't help but flutter, and it will fall down when it flutters.

If it wasn't for the fact that Mo Luo still fell on the cliff ten thousand feet below and died without repenting, it would be hard to help and doubt whether the cultivation of the two was fake or whether they were caused by taking drugs.

Not too fake either.

At least Jiang Jingxing didn't forget to hold Xie Rongjiao into his arms when he was knocked down, protecting him from being scorched by the hard stone on the ground.

Even if he changed his posture and rolled directly on the ground, the hand wrapped around the opponent's waist never let go.

No one cared about whether the ground was too dusty or dirty, so no one let go of the other, and the two just lay on the ground watching the sunrise.

Very stupid.

It is that as long as someone passes by, they can keep the attitude of the two of them firmly in their hearts and never forget it, and it will become the last joke of the two future saints who will stain the black history of this life.

Unfortunately, Xie Rongjiao and Jiang Jingxing didn't seem to think so.

Even had fun with it.

Xie Rongjiao's history of blood and tears tells everyone that it is easy for the Taoist couple to lower their living requirements and aesthetic interest by mistakenly marrying a Taoist couple.

Be careful.

Jiang Jingxing's lips fell between his lips, and he was willing to let go after a while of lingering lips and teeth.

"It's dawn, Ah Ci."