Nine dragons roar in the sky, sealing off the space; silk ribbons fall like rain, a song to calm the soul.
The sword dragon was winding and shining with cold light. The countless flying knives that made up the sword dragon completely blocked Sha Chengmi's possible space for leaping.
The silk ribbons are like strings, like the strings of a guqin. The music played by the strings is exactly a requiem, a song to soothe your soul and send you to the afterlife.
At this moment, Sha Chengmi's face looked defeated and his eagle eyes were dim.
All thirty-six fatal points on the body were covered by the bone-chilling cold.
The breath of death gradually permeated and surged into Sha Chengmi's heart, and in an instant, spread throughout his entire body.
The eagle spreads its wings and soars into the sky.
The leading figures of the Wanshou Temple of Nanzhao, Goshawk and Golden Roc, were all famous and renowned throughout the world; however, today, Goshawk was trapped and Golden Roc was dying.
Is God going to kill this pair of brothers today
Sha Chengmi's face was filled with horror and his eyes were dim. The cooperation between Yang Liuye and Cha Shuchen was seamless and flawless. How could he possibly expect to survive
Densely packed green threads fill the eyes as big as sand. Each thread is like a flying needle, extremely sharp and unstoppable.
It is as dense as hemp and as fast as lightning.
That is the green silk thread that turned into three thousand black hairs. It is the precious weapon of Yueyin Yunyu Cha Shuchen. It is hard to be cut by swords and cannot be damaged by fire. How can a mortal body, which can only turn sand into rice, resist such an ancient weapon
Perhaps in the next moment, these green threads will pierce through his body and take away his life.
The thought of death came to Sha Chengmi's mind, and with a sinister look on his face, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and trembled like a madman.
He, a great monk of the Wanshou Temple who had lived for hundreds of years, was afraid.
Buddha said: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"
But when he really faced death, this great monk who had lived for hundreds of years was actually afraid. Was his claim to Buddha's favor by sacrificing his life just talk
“Not good!” On the top of the city wall, a gloomy old man in a black robe immediately yelled.
Sha Chengmi is a master who has entered the Mystic Realm. It is no exaggeration to say that any one of such a master is enough to change the final outcome of a battle. In the era of cold weapons, no force can afford to lose such a master. How can the old man not be alarmed when Sha Chengmi is in danger
"Yunchang, save people." After exclaiming, the old man shouted loudly without even turning his head.
Before the voice fell, the young man in a green robe, with a red face and beautiful beard, suddenly opened his narrow and long phoenix eyes. As his eyes opened, it seemed that two invisible lightning bolts suddenly appeared in the sky and swept across a thousand miles.
Those were a pair of aloof and arrogant eyes, narrow and long, looking down with a heroic look.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the young man didn't even look down at the top of the city wall. He immediately swung his sword and struck the sky angrily.
The sword is the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, a peerless sword.
The man is the hero Guan Yu, loyal and righteous for all eternity.
A hero is equipped with a good sword, the world is roaring, this life is a continuation of the previous life, why not be romantic
This may be a reflection of Guan Yu's mood at this moment.
Think of Guan Yu, who was a hero of his time and loyal until his death. His reputation will be passed down through the ages and will be praised forever, both during his lifetime and after his death.
But now, although he was reborn, both his martial arts and his current living environment were several times better than in his previous life. However, to this day, he was just a thug who was ordered around by others. Yes, a thug.
Is the second brother depressed? Is the second brother frustrated? Is the second brother willing? ... ...
The answer must be yes!
With a feeling of depression, aggrieved and endless unwillingness, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade howled and gathered boundless gale and clouds from all directions. It was as powerful as toppling the sky and as fast as flowing light. The sun and the moon were eclipsed and the sky and the earth were dim.
In the blink of an eye, the world became vast and dark. In that dark world, there seemed to be only one sword left, and that was Guan Erge's Green Dragon Crescent Blade.
One knife moved the wind and clouds, and the heaven and earth were shocked.
In the howling wind and dark sky and earth, tens of thousands of elite defenders in the city were all struggling to move and were terrified!
In that dark day with willows weeping and flowers crying, countless brave soldiers outside the city fell down in groups. Guan Yu did not even draw his sword, but thousands of soldiers were frightened and the scene was magnificent.
Even the five great masters who were fighting under the imperial city, when they sensed this invisible force, all became pale and stopped fighting in panic; especially Yang Liuye, Li Tianfu and the other three who had the upper hand just now, they did not dare to stay and immediately turned back.
But at the moment of leaping back, the unwilling Cha Shuchen still hesitated for a moment, and finally calmed himself down and used his last move.
The green silk ribbon that turned into three thousand black hairs suddenly pierced through his chest at the moment when Sha Chengmi was mixed with worry and joy, leaving his surprised expression of relief and rebirth on his face forever.
"ah!"
Sha Chengmi escaped death after the danger, but before he could shout out in ecstasy, he found that his chest was pierced by countless silk threads. After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly realized it and let out a loud wail, and the shrill wail instantly shook the universe and echoed under the sky.
As the saying goes, killing without shedding blood, those who can do that are all top masters. They all have one thing in common that they can do that, and that is speed.
Cha Shuchen's speed was not fast, but relying on the sect's magical weapon Long Yuetao, she was still able to kill people without shedding blood. Even from the outside, Sha Chengmi did not seem to have any injuries at all. He looked lifelike and alive. However, his vitality was completely taken away by Long Yuetao.
"No" This was Yao Ruo's roar, a heart-wrenching, painful wail.
Even without asking, Yao Ruo knew that his senior brother jumped off the city wall to help him; but now, he was still alive, while the senior brother who had been with him day and night was dead, died at the hands of Cha Shuchen. How could his heart not be in pain
Along with this wailing sound that horrified those who heard it and made those who listened to it sad, a ray of silver light that cut through the clouds and slashed through the sky suddenly came down, bright and swift as thunder.
At this moment, Guan Yu's angry sword finally fell down.
A dignified knife may not seem dazzling, but it is extremely sharp; a powerful knife may not seem gorgeous, but it is extremely sinister.
One knife breaks the wind and clouds, one knife stops the reincarnation, one knife breaks the spring and autumn, one knife competes with the years.
Even if a master who has entered the realm of Xuan would never think that this is a knife from the mortal world. It seems to come from the underworld because it carries too much unwillingness; it also seems to come from the netherworld because it also contains a strong sense of grievance.
A knife is swung out, cutting off time, splitting the years, crossing the spring and autumn, and blasting open the future. This is an extremely depressing knife, and it is a knife that desires to open up the future.
The sword's moves were powerful, like a dragon roaring in the wild.
The sword is powerful and unstoppable.
The sword light, the sword curtain, and even the long sword energy are extremely sharp and unstoppable.
Unfortunately, because Cha Shuchen insisted on killing Sha Chengmi, she jumped backwards and ended up at the end, so she was the first to be covered by the force of the knife.
Not only that, even Yang Liuye and Li Tianfu, who jumped back before her, were not able to escape in the end. They were all trapped by the boundless force of the knife.
Even Yuchi Jin, the chief general of the three armies and the supreme commander besieging the imperial city, who was in front of the Zhuma formation, was unfortunately enveloped by the invincible sword force.
The mysterious and the door to all wonders, to enter the mystery, one must first enter the natural realm, but the natural realm is not the ultimate realm to enter the mystery. With the power of Guan Yu's sword, he has obviously stepped into a higher realm, most likely, the realm of relief.
Shi Ran was so angry that he dared to change the dynasty's face. This was definitely not just talk.
Guan Yu swung his sword in anger, not targeting anyone at all, but the boundless sword force brought by his Green Dragon Crescent Blade was enough to almost wipe out all the masters on Yuchi Jin's side.
Perhaps, there was still one person left; that person was naturally Zhu Li who was put in solitary confinement by Yuchi Jin.
At the rear of the army besieging the city, a black-faced young man who looked like a wheel was standing listlessly next to a heroic young man. The two were none other than Zhou Ran and Zhu Li, who were put under house arrest by Yuchi Jin and had no right to run to the front of the battle.
At this moment, they suddenly raised their heads and looked at the knife light on the top of the city from afar with inexplicable expressions.
Zhou Ran's originally dull face now turned pale, almost comparable to the delicate young lady. He was obviously not dark anymore, but this was not worth being happy about, because he was scared.
When Zhu Li saw the sword light that was gathering wind and clouds and changing the world, his face was filled with confusion.
At this moment, Zhu Li's heart suddenly trembled, and his intuition told him that something bad seemed to be happening.
At this moment, a feeling of heartache suddenly came over me, as if my heart was suddenly pierced by a sharp sword.
It hurts so much that I almost suffocate; it hurts so much that my heart feels like breaking.
Somehow, he seemed to feel that someone who was very important to him was about to leave him forever.
This feeling is the feeling of losing someone important. It is so familiar and so bitter. Anyone who has experienced it once will never want to experience it a second time.
That feeling of being a walking corpse, the feeling of working so hard that you don't want your brain to rest for a moment, because once it stops, your brain will think of that important person.
When I thought of that person, life immediately lost its color, all food lost its taste, and the sky and the earth became gray, just like the sky now.
The stimulation of pain, the stimulation of familiarity, and the familiarity of the old times and old scenes made Zhu Li suddenly murmur: "Jin'er!"
"Jin'er!"
"Jin'er!"
... ... .
His voice became louder, firmer, and more persistent with each passing moment.
When the last word "Jin'er" was shouted out, a torrent of memories, like a rushing river, suddenly poured back into Zhu Li's sea of consciousness.
This memory was extremely familiar, as if it was his original experience, and it was indeed his, but for some reason, it was isolated from his existing memories.
Originally, it was his memory, and it was received very smoothly and almost naturally. After having that memory, Zhu Li's heart suddenly had a hint of enlightenment.
He is Zhu Li. He has lived two lives. He is the master of the Classic of Mountains and Seas. He is the general of Huaihua. He is also the lover of the commander-in-chief of the three armies stationed in front of the cavalry formation.
Only after having lost something will one know how to cherish it, this is human trait; some people, who originally had little, are even more afraid of losing it. In the world of emotions, Zhu Li is undoubtedly such a person.
"Jin'er, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you." The moment his memory broke free, Zhu Li roared to the sky.