"Unknown? As long as I am in this city, I will be famous!" This was Qiao Mu's answer. His whole body was full of energy and fighting spirit:
"The deceased martyrs are nameless, so I will make them famous. The blood and tears will not be shed in vain. If there is no mention of them in the history books of Great Yan, it is the fault of the history books of Great Yan. I will add a few words myself!"
Taoist Qingzhuo frowned slightly.
He also didn't expect that not only was Jian Zexian's heart as hard as iron, but even the old soldier of the Qiao family beside him, who was the only one left, was also full of fighting spirit.
And this is not the only strange thing.
This city has been almost destroyed by him. Such a large-scale operation would consume a lot of mana. It is not a bad idea to destroy the city and kill people to establish his authority.
The key point is that he has never seen any of the soldiers and civilians hiding in the city.
But at this moment, his heart suddenly moved, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up slightly.
"I finally understand." He smiled:
"This city is already half destroyed, and I haven't seen anyone yet. I thought they were hiding somewhere."
"No wonder you seem nervous but full of fighting spirit. It turns out that I, the Taoist priest, have done something in vain."
The old Taoist in the air smiled slightly and suddenly turned his head.
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze passed through the distant distance and fell on the earthen fortress outside the city that was hidden by sand dunes.
"I found you..."
Taoist Qingzhuo's body suddenly turned into rainbow light and appeared in a flash. He pinched his fingers to form a magic formula and an invisible gust of wind turned into a sharp blade, which cut through the earthen fortress covering the mound. The entire ceiling was lifted up and the howling gust of wind from outside poured in.
Qiao Mu was shocked.
"You old villain Qingzhuo, even if I die, you can't even think about it---" The old man in the library held the stone city in his hand and wanted to say something, but the old Taoist Qingzhuo ignored him.
But there was a flash of light, and the old man in the armory flew out, and the stone city in his hand finally fell into the hands of Taoist Qingzhuo.
“You don’t cultivate the path to immortality, but instead distract yourself by practicing these little tricks…” Taoist Qingzhuo snorted coldly.
At this moment, the Stone City was in his palm. To the disabled old people in the Stone City, it was as if a tall god standing upright appeared above their heads and took them into his palm.
But at this time Qiumu also arrived.
"The demon disintegrates!"
"Blood Burst Technique!"
"Red Moon Blood Burning Technique!"
His body seemed to have merged into the strong wind and was already rushing over. At the critical moment when Taoist Qingzhuo was holding the Stone City in his hands, he was surprisingly calm.
The Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique is a sword technique that cultivates the spirit. It does not focus on moves or actions, but on the spirit's intention.
If you want to kill the sky, kill me first.
How to kill oneself, how to put all your energy into one sword, how to give it your all.
For this sword move created by Jian Zexian, a martial arts leader of his generation, the most important thing is actually... a spirit and a determination.
Rather than the qi and blood that have been cultivated over many years or the internal strength that has been accumulated.
The moment Taoist Qingzhuo held the stone city in his hands, he had already seen clearly the emotions and will in his heart.
This sword is not just for the sake of death.
There is not much meaning in dying for the sake of dying, it just moves yourself.
"This sword is not for the sake of death, but to end the blood and tears of this city, and to seek a bright future for the disabled old women and children in this city!" Qiao Mu held the stone sword in his hand, his eyes wide open, his blood almost boiling, and hundreds of years of internal energy surged into the stone sword in his hand like a river.
The stone sword in his hand was shaking violently, and Jian Zexian's heart was also in turmoil.
Jian Zexian is not a good person in the secular sense.
He lived a dissolute life, passing through a sea of flowers. He picked all the flowers but did not keep any in his heart. He did not care about worldly etiquette and ethics. Moral laws could not restrain his words and deeds. He was indifferent to the world's praise or criticism.
He is the greatest in the world, so he didn't care that Elder Qingzhuo imprisoned him in the lonely city cage, because it would not endanger his life.
But even so, he still has humanity.
He watched the fire from the other side for the first twenty-nine years, but in the last year he came to this side because of his brother Lu Yanbei.
Being on this side, the fire he sees is not just a distant light, but also a warm heat.
The Qiao family has been like this for generations.
Jian Zexian's heart is as cold as iron, and he always stays away from people like this.
But even the moss growing in the dark and damp corners of the wall will eventually face the sun.
Do you really think he is a fool, and that any random technique of sex can be exchanged for the essence of his lifelong swordsmanship and the art of cutting through the sky with a sword
"You and I are two people. To perform the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, our minds must be in harmony and unity to have a chance. And this time..." The Sword Exiled Immortal said faintly:
"I am dying of laughter. After a lifetime of wasting time, before he died, he became the pedantic and conservative person that I despised back then..."
In the stone city in the hands of Elder Qingzhuo, there is also someone who can make him willingly transform his mortal body into a sword and fight to the death.
Blood was gushing out of hundreds of wounds on Qiao Mu's body, but he didn't care and let hundreds of years of internal energy surging like a sea tide continue to pour in, and the blood seemed to be absorbed by the stone sword that seemed like a living thing.
“Without the sacrifices of our predecessors, how could there be successors to carry on the legacy?”
"The predecessors have passed away, so I will die next. I wish to open a bright and clear path for the old and disabled people in this city!"
"Heaven-cutting sword technique!"
This is a banished sword immortal who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts decades ago, and he has hundreds of years of pure martial arts skills that Qiao Mu, a mortal, could never achieve in his entire life.
The sword comes out!
A blazing sword beam shot up into the sky. Its color was clearly as rich as blood, but it also seemed like a blood-colored light, illuminating the dim sky for a moment.
The blood-red light tore through the wind and sand, and the dark clouds covering the sky, instantly engulfing the Taoist Qingzhuo who was standing in the wind.
The blood-red sword light was still powerful and soared straight into the sky.
The heavy dark clouds broke open a huge hole, and the void above the clouds shook violently like water waves, and then broke like a spider web. The clear sound of shattering echoed throughout the desert.
The old man in the armory had blood on the corner of his mouth and was holding the stone city falling from the sky in his hands.
A ray of sunlight fell on his face and he looked up at the sky.
The howling wind gradually died down.
The yellow sand that was sweeping all over the sky began to fall, hitting the ground like raindrops and hail, making a thunderous sound.
Only half of the lonely city that was collapsed by wind and sand remained, and the evening sunlight fell like blood, landing on the broken walls and ruins.
The setting sun is like a huge blood clot condensed above the sky. Although it is a setting sun, it is still the sun.
The old soldiers looked up at the setting sun in the sky, their bodies trembling slightly, and their lips stammering for a long time, but they could not utter a word.
What shocked them most was not that the storm had passed, but the sky after the storm.
Under the setting sun, at the end of their sight, at the horizon where the yellow sand met the sky, they suddenly saw a... pass
"Is that the imperial court's Anxi Pass?"
"Can we see the Anxi Pass outside? Is the Xianmen's illusion formation ineffective?"
"Can we get out now?"
Captain Hai and others opened their eyes wide, but there were no tears of excitement.
Blood and tears have been shed in these forty years, but they did not shed any tears.
The next moment they suddenly remembered and quickly turned around to look in the direction of the lonely city.
In front of the broken walls, Qiao Mu was already dead, his skin was cracked and bleeding, and a dull stone sword was stuck diagonally on the ground next to him.
"This sword is not meant to kill the enemy, because even if the enemy is killed, there will be newcomers from the nine major sects. If all the elders of the sects are killed here, then it will definitely alarm the head of the Da Dao Sect..." The storyteller Qianliyan sighed:
"So this sword is not for killing the enemy, but for us to survive."
Is this the nth elder of the Qiao family who died in battle that he has seen in the isolated city
Just as he was sighing, a rainbow light flashed again.
Taoist Qingzhuo's face was as pale as gold paper. He looked down at the tall tree that had died of exhaustion in front of the broken walls, then looked at the big hole in the dark clouds in the sky, his expression changing from gloomy to bright.
Chapter 215 Two Hundred Years Old (5k
The sun sets.
Captain Hai and other old soldiers looked at Anxi Pass on the edge of the desert in the distance, feeling mixed emotions.
"Is it really out? We can see the Kyushu Pass outside."
"The Immortal-killing Army really did it. But another Immortal-killing Army soldier has died on the battlefield."
"The Immortal-killing Army really exists. The Immortal-killing Army of Da Yan really did it!"
"But what does Kyushu look like outside now?"
"Go home, you can go home now------------"
Thousands of thoughts surged through the old soldiers' minds, and no one spoke for a moment.
I thought it was a catastrophe and forty years of blood and tears would end today, but I didn't expect that two people would forcibly open up a way out...
"Don't be happy too soon. Taoist Qingzhuo of the Da Dao Sect is still here." Qiao Xiaoming covered his head and reminded in a low voice.
Qiaomu is dead. As Qiaomu's flesh and blood clone, he is equivalent to a puppet of Qiaomu. When the puppeteer who manipulates the puppet dies, he should die with him.
But Qiumu had left a piece of flesh and blood on the corpse. Even though the original body was dead, this piece of flesh had become a rootless duckweed, but with this little bit of strength, it could still support for a while.
After being exposed by Qiao Xiaoming, everyone put away their joy.
Qiao Mu had died in the battle, and the stone sword that the Exiled Immortal Sword had transformed into was no longer moving, and there was no light flowing, only deathly silence.
But Taoist Qingzhuo was still alive, but his face was as pale as gold paper and he looked to be in poor condition.
After seeing the current situation clearly, Captain Hai and others became solemn again.
The gates of the Immortal Gate's formation have been opened wide, and the desert can no longer be an obstacle to them. As long as they are given some time, they can easily walk out of the desert.
But they didn't have time because Elder Qingzhuo was still there.
The long night that has shrouded the lonely city for forty years is over, and now there is the first light of dawn.
But the dawn was far away in the sky and could only be seen from afar. The Elder Qingzhuo before them was still a mountain they could not cross.
Not to mention Elder Qingzhuo, even if another Daoni came, now that Jianzhexian and Qiao Mu were both soundless, the three hundred injured old soldiers would be powerless to resist.
"Everyone, it's time for us to have a bloody battle. Kyushu is within reach!"
Captain Hai clenched his fist and said excitedly.
These old soldiers are the remnants of forty years of bloody battles. Even if there is still a Taoist priest Qingzhuo around, they will certainly not surrender at this moment.
The earthen fort had been overturned by Taoist Qingzhuo's magic just now, and the veterans regrouped and drew their swords.
It would have been fine if they didn't move, but once they moved, Taoist Qingzhuo, who had been quietly staring at Qiao Mu's body, looked up and his attention was attracted.
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot..." Taoist Qingzhuo snorted coldly, but his face turned green as soon as he finished speaking. He subconsciously glanced at Qiao Mu's body, which had lost its breath, and the stone sword next to the body.
He just said that the old soldier from the Qiao family was trying to stop a chariot with his bare hands, but his car was almost overturned by this mantis, which really scared him.
"Lu Yannan is indeed a rare talent in Jiuzhou, but it's a pity that his talent is used in the wrong place."
The more amazing the performance of Jian Zexian was, the more regrettable Taoist Qingzhuo felt.
In his opinion, Jian Zexian was always a sword immortal seed who had taken the wrong path. Although he had talent, his vision was limited and he was confined to mundane affairs, which led to his current ending.
"And that old soldier named Qiao is indeed extraordinary." Taoist Qingzhuo's face was as pale as gold paper. His Taoist foundation had been damaged by the sword just now, and his condition was not very good at the moment.
But even so, as an elder of the immortal sect who was powerful enough to destroy a city with a single move, he was not someone that could be challenged by the injured old soldiers like Captain Hai.
The combination of Jian Zexian and Qiao Mu, one person and one sword, radiated a light that even Elder Qingzhuo could not understand, but Elder Qingzhuo also knew in his heart... .
This can happen once but not twice.
Elder Qingzhuo had some understanding of mortal martial arts. The performances of both Jian Zexian and Qiao Mu had surpassed his cognition.
Therefore, such people are naturally very rare in the entire Kyushu.
Guided by the Exiled Sword Immortal, the two men worked together to perform the Heaven-Cutting Sword Technique, which was a one-way killing move.
But now that Qiao Mu is dead and Jian Zexian has lost his voice, which mortal can stop him