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The rain is lonely at night, and the shadows of the lights are lingering.

Although the ancient pagoda can block the wind and rain for a while, the wet moisture emerges from the ground, and when the clothes condense into water droplets, it is still not very dry.

On the night before the war, no one was in the mood to sleep.

All sects and sects in this tower have been established for decades, some even hundreds of years. In this long time, there have been countless obstacles and countless battles, but none of them are in such a mess.

Although we have grasped the whereabouts of the "dead spirits" and are guided by Shuxue Kunou's acquaintance, there is still no guarantee that this battle will be won. They will lose and die, and the centuries-old sect will be broken. root.

In front of the gate of life and death, whether it is a master of martial arts or a trafficker, it is the same. Ordinary people, when that time comes, no one will leave a moment in the world, nor will they shed a moment of blood.

But life and death cannot be chosen, but you can always put yourself in the right posture to die.

In the early years of Emperor Kaiyuan, in front of the Zhenning Pagoda, there were three thousand children who guarded Heshan, which created a situation where the rivers and lakes and the imperial court were divided into rival courts.But now, their descendants can't escape the end of the birds running out of bows and soldiers approaching the city.

The rivers and lakes are dark, and the waves wash away the sand. How many heroes of the year really left their names?It is said that one generation is not as good as the other, that the world is in decline, and there are no heroes in the world, but even so, the magic of good fortune is that after a few years or even generations, when the spirit and strength of character are right, they will become the rumored heroes.

"This is the inheritance of the master's school, the future of good fortune."

Xie Minxing suddenly remembered what his master Shen Linhe said. The drums of war at the foot of the mountain were thunderous. He took a last look at the child who had been settled properly, and followed the knights wearing sandalwood to push open the door. Accidentally saw another group of people.

"Master Yuan?"

Yuan Qing is not the sickly look of the past, but he is also a heroic man. He smiled at him in the dark and said, "Yuan suddenly thought about it. The great country is here, so I can't take advantage of it. My precious junior brother and the emperor's old man." Son... so, how about I fight with Xie Shaoxia?"

Xie Minxing was stunned for a second, then smiled, "I can't ask for it."

Yuan Qing also said, "Your Zhihan Sword Qi is sharp and good at attacking. Please lead a team of brave disciples to be the vanguard. Our Qingyang Sect's martial arts are tricky and good at ambushing, so we will cover both sides, and..."

Xie Minxing listened to his analysis of the art of war, and every sentence made sense, he couldn't help but think, he is obviously a talent in the art of war, but he wants to follow the evil path that Yao Qianji has walked, the people raised by Yao Qianji are really full of brains. .

The sect disciples who were present had only fought against the Demon Sect for decades, but they suddenly wanted to cooperate with the Demon Sect, feeling embarrassed and at a loss for a while.

On the contrary, Yuan Qing and his party went on the road first, and Da Da's horse's hooves traveled tens of meters before turning back. The man turned back again, with an unscrupulous teasing in his eyes, "I said the other day, when you come out of this tower, Will be willing to be my God of War, you see, I never tell lies."

"..."

Xie Minxing acquiesced, thinking that he ran back to say such a sentence, people in the Demon Cult really have their brains full of holes.

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Taking precautions against the heavy rain, Xie Minxing stood on the horse and beheaded the "undead" attacking him, so that he had a chance to breathe.He turned his head suddenly, and in front of his eyes were corpses in disorder, blocked by the rain, he could no longer tell which were "undead" and those were dead sect disciples.

Xie Minxing was at a loss, not knowing when this fierce battle would end.

He looked at the southwest corner of Luojing City, there was a market for medicinal materials, and the new Baicao Hall of Tianzimeng was also here. He thought that Pei Zijun and Muronghu had gone there in the middle of the night, and he wondered if they succeeded.

He, and those sect disciples, really don't want to kill any more.

Despite Yuan Qing's precise formation of troops, they were victorious and were about to reach the gate of Luojing. It seemed that if all went well, they would be able to take down Luojing before dawn.

However, they knew that there were more dangerous things waiting for them.

When it hit the Luojing city gate, the rain finally stopped.

The sky is dim, and in the city after the raging rain, the light is chaotic and unclear. It is impossible to tell whether it is going to be dark or the sky is going to light up. Where all the lights converge, where everyone looks up, is A female general with black hair and tied hair.

"Senior Sister..." Xie Minxing suddenly felt that the hand holding the sword trembled a little. He could attack anyone, but he couldn't attack Tang Chenrou, because this woman taught him the sword in his hand.

Fang Fu came out from behind Tang Chenrou. It was strange to say that he was not the skin of King Chu that he couldn't put it down, but the dying appearance that he and Pei Zijun had seen that day on the attic of Baicao Hall, standing with Tang Zhenling. Together, they are decades older than Tang Zhenling.

He looked at Xie Minxing with a look of hatred, "You are the one who has mastered the ninth level of Shuxue Jue?" He gritted his teeth, making the face that was already full of ditches even more terrifying, and he said to Yuan Qing, "Senior brother, no wonder you did that day Willing to exchange this person with the second half volume of Mayfly Wuji Kungfu, it is ridiculous that we are fools like Master, who have practiced Mayfly Wuji Kungfu for a lifetime, and ended up being neither human nor ghost..."

Yuan Qing smiled, noncommittal, "Ah Fu, back then Master went mad and became a child, it was because of you."

Fang Fu didn't deny it either, "But didn't you take the opportunity to seize the position of leader of the Demon Cult? Brother, poisonous snakes and scorpions are all the same, we... have always been the same people."

He sneered twice, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or Yuanqing, "But, so what if he has become the nine-fold Shuxue set, see this episode, can the female general who is completely 'undead' know how to beat her?" Are you Shuxue fighting the Ninth Layer Sword God?"

Xie Minxing was terrified, it seemed that Fang Fu wanted his senior sister to deal with him.

Seeing his senior sister walking mechanically towards him step by step, his heart ached like twists and turns. Has it finally come to this day, the day when he is going to draw his sword to his senior sister?

Yuan Qing, who was originally weak and weak, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the sky, and suddenly laughed strangely, "Dawn and dusk, Ah Fu, it's quarter to three."

"Xie Minxing, let's do it."

Hearing this sentence, Xie Minxing knew that Yuan Qing was issuing orders to him, and he stood in front of him and turned back to tell him Fang Fu's deathbed.Like him, Fang Fu is obsessed with Mayfly Promise Kungfu. Unlike him, who abolished all his strength and relied on Qixinlian to hang his life, Fang Fu's symptoms are different. Sometimes he looks young, and sometimes he turns into an old man. , and when morning and evening alternate and change, it is the time when his skill is weakest.

Tang Chenrou, who was walking towards him, suddenly opened his chaotic and lifeless eyes, and pushed him to the high platform of the city gate with his backhand. Xie Minxing also looked at Tang Chenrou. When Xie Minxing saw this beam of light, he knew that his senior sister was back.

War is imminent.

Standing on the city wall, Tang Chenrou took out the token of the Tang family and said, "Here is the seal of the head of the Tang family. I am the head of the Tang family. Quickly take down Tang Zhenling, the traitor of the Tang family!"

The Tang family looked at the token, then at the distraught Tang Zhenling, looked at each other for a few seconds, and turned back one after another, "Long live Miss Tang San! We listen to Miss Tang San!"

In fact, they all knew in their hearts that they were willing to surrender not because they saw the token, but because they saw Miss Tang San—the children begging for food under the pomegranate tree back then, no matter how old they were or how far they walked , Seeing the first god, I still couldn't help kneeling down to worship.

After another quarter of an hour, the sound of swords and wind and rain gradually subsided. When the gate of Luojing City was slowly opened, after a loud bang, they finally got a glimpse of the world behind the thick gate.

And Muronghu and Xing Ren and his party were also walking towards them.

Behind them is boundless fire of karma, and the Gu insects that brought endless crimes and sufferings will be reduced to ashes with this fire, and the sin karma brought about by Fang's son's refining Gu has finally come to an end.

After a catastrophe, the coming year will be another year of peace.

How many knights wield their swords in the rivers and lakes, but they can only get the words "there is nothing wrong with the rivers and lakes".