From Xunyang City to Wanliu Garden, Zhu Luo suffered two blows in a row, and he was no longer at his peak, but when he drew his sword, he was still the strong man in the sacred field, with his own wind and rain.
The torrential rain has lasted for a long time tonight, and now, there is still a lot of rain flowing down from the mountains. The rainwater merged into the white shallow canal, and the water in the canal gradually became muddy.
Suddenly, those murky ditch water became white, like snow flakes.
Not because of the purification, but the refraction of the light.
An incomparably bright brilliance appeared below the Tianshu Mausoleum.
This brilliance comes from the sword in Zhu Luo's hand.
Immediately afterwards, in the night sky where the clouds and stars appeared, a white light group appeared. Everyone knew that it was fake, but it looked so real.
Zhu Luo's sword slashed towards Tianshu Mausoleum.
A moonlight moved with it.
A moonlight also appeared in the night sky at the same time.
The water in the shallow ditch became extremely bright, and the white was a bit dazzling.
The Shinto made of white jade was also illuminated incomparably white.
One sword intent, two moonlights, rising and falling, like tides.
This is exactly the strongest sword technique that Zhu Luo realized hundreds of years ago after seeing the demon moon in the extreme northern snowfield.
With this set of sword techniques, he directly beheaded the second demon general at that time, and established his reputation in the world since then.
Tonight is his last night, this sword must be his last sword, so of course it will be his strongest sword.
The entire Tianshu Mausoleum was illuminated by the moonlight. It is really awe-inspiring for this unworldly strong man in Tianliang County to push his sword intent to such a level even though he was seriously injured.
However... such a powerful and sublime sword failed to enter the divine way, let alone reach the peak of Tianshu Mausoleum.
At the moment when the two moonlights rose with the sword intent, another ray of light suddenly burst out from under the Tianshu Mausoleum.
This light was brighter, whiter, and more chilling than the moonlight brought by Zhu Luo.
That was also a sword light.
In a very short period of time, the sword light like a snowstorm enveloped the world below the divine way.
Two extremely powerful sword intents met here.
The water in the shallow ditch jumped like boiling, spraying countless crystal water droplets into the night sky, and then was cut in half.
Countless straight sword marks appeared on the hard black stone floor, penetrating deep into the ground, about several feet deep.
Countless shrill cutting sounds filled the space between the heaven and the earth, making it extremely terrifying.
Are the two moonlights able to disperse the wind and snow, or can the wind and snow cover the moonlight in the end
There was an extremely harsh sound of metal breaking!
The wind and snow were blowing, and the moonlight in the night sky was blown to pieces, and the moonlight in front of the Shinto was also wiped out!
Zhu Luo's figure suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, he was back in front of his wheelchair.
His face was very pale, and the sword in his hand was broken.
The gray hair fluttered gently in the night wind, and a few stems fell off from time to time.
With the determination to die, he slashed the sword towards the Tianshu Mausoleum. He was extremely resolute, and naturally he would not choose to retreat.
He was directly forced back by the snow-like sword intent.
The Holy Empress Tianhai has not made a move yet, whose sword intent is so powerful
Zhu Luo's body trembled slightly, as if the next moment, he would be blown to the ground by the night wind.
The stargazer glanced at him.
Zhu Luo slowly shook his head, slowly retracted the broken sword in his sheath, slowly raised his head, and looked forward.
He could have made these movements more gracefully, but he didn't, he just did it very carefully and slowly, because he knew that this was the last time he would draw his sword.
The snow-like sword intent gradually dissipated, revealing a picture below the Shinto, where a gazebo could be seen.
A man was sitting in the arbor.
Zhu Luo looked over there and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that you are already so strong."
With a soft sound, the front of his clothes split open, revealing a clear and deep scar, and blood gradually overflowed.
"Two years ago, Xun Mei went to die to seek the Tao, which touched me. That night, I decided to break through. Since then, I have become so strong."
An ancient voice sounded from under the gazebo.
The sound came from the armor, as if it had been smeared with enough time by the dust and rust on the surface of the armor.
Where the voice fell, the dust gradually rose, and then there was a sound of metal rubbing.
Immediately afterwards, the gazebo collapsed, and there was a lot of smoke and dust, and a mountain-like figure loomed in between.
After sitting under this gazebo for more than six hundred years, I finally stood up tonight.
He is the mausoleum guardian of Tianshu Mausoleum.
The number one general in the mainland, history.
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Looking at the collapsed gazebo and the figure in the smoke, people were shocked and their expressions became extremely dignified.
None of the experts who came to Tianshu Mausoleum would forget the existence of this legendary figure, but people have become accustomed to seeing him as a statue or a symbol.
Having guarded the mausoleum for more than six hundred years, the number one god general in the mainland has been respected by the whole world. Even in all directions, no one dares to despise him.
Everyone knew that if it wasn't for the vow to guard the mausoleum, he might have entered the sacred realm many years ago.
However, tonight, people realized that he had already broken through!
Standing in front of Shinto, he holds the scabbard in his left hand and the military sword in his right. Although he is only one person, he looks like a thousand troops.
"Before His Majesty Taizong returned to Xinghai, you swore an oath that you would not be sacred in this life."
Zhu Luo ignored the deeper and deeper wound between his chest and abdomen, stared at Han Qing and said, "Now that you have broken your oath, what face do you have to meet His Majesty in the future?"
Except Zhu Luo, Stargazer, and Bie Yang Hong, who are strong in the sacred field, no one knows about this matter, and no one understands why His Majesty Emperor Taizong asked Shi Qing to make such an oath before he died.
Even Patriarch Akiyama obviously didn't know the inside story, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Han Qing remained silent and didn't answer Zhu Luo's words. The shadow of the helmet covered his face, and he didn't know what kind of expression was on it at this moment.
"The old man back then, the old oath, is not important anymore."
Zhu Luo said with emotion: "That's right, even I broke the oath of the starry sky in Xunyang City, how can I be so demanding on you when I take action against Wang Po?"
After saying this, he slowly sat back in the wheelchair, and then slowly closed his eyes.
The blood overflowing from the wound on his chest and abdomen suddenly changed color and became crystal clear, as if a lot of crystal fragments were mixed in it.
Those crystal clear blood melted in the night wind, turning into countless brilliance.
His body also turned into countless brilliance, just like the brilliance on the demon snowfield hundreds of years ago.
The brilliance was gradually scattered by the night wind and drifted in all directions until it disappeared.
There was only one empty wheelchair left.
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Juliet is dead.
No matter what the world thinks of him, especially after the night rain in Xunyang City, he is still a big shot in the mainland.
Although he was defeated by the Southern Saintess and Su Li twice successively, he is still the strongest in the sacred domain and the great master of the human race.
When he was young, he went north to the snowfield several times and made great achievements. He was able to write poetry and drink, and was extremely chic. He was the idol of many people.
After all, he is the suzerain of the Unfeeling Sect, the head of Tianliang County, and the wind and rain in all directions.
In normal times, the death of a big man like him would definitely be a major event that would shake the entire continent.
Tonight, his death seemed so ordinary.
This is not just to say that his death seemed too ordinary, but also that many people's emotional reactions were not that exaggerated when they saw him die.
This means that everyone is vaguely prepared that such things will continue to happen, and such scenes will continue to appear.
There will inevitably be some strong people in the sacred field who will fall.
It's just that I don't know if it's wind and rain from all directions, or the saint on the top of Tianshu Mausoleum.
Tonight was indeed a very scary night.
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There was a snap.
The scabbard in Han Qing's hand fell to his feet, splashing a little rain.
The turbid water in the canal jumped up and down, and fell silent, daring not to move again.
Two far-reaching gazes looked around the Tianshu Mausoleum from the dark place under the armor.
A voice also spread from the dark place under the armor to the surrounding area of Tianshu Mausoleum.
"Those who go to Shinto will die."
This was the confession given to Chen Changsheng by the Empress Tianhai before she took Chen Changsheng to the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum.
It was quiet, no one spoke.
The stargazer silently looked at the empty wheelchair, and the hat had been removed at some point, revealing his plain face.
The expression on Bie Yang's red face was very solemn, Wu Wuchen was standing beside him, the whisk resting in the crook of his arm had already hung down to his waist, her hand was held so tightly that she was faintly pale.
Although it is said that Zhu Luo has not recovered from his serious injury, he is one of the wind and rain after all.
And if what History said is true, he has only stepped into the sacred realm for two years. Logically speaking, his understanding and grasp of the laws and regulations of heaven and earth should be far inferior to Zhu Luo.
However, he killed Zhu Luo with only one sword.
This fact made it difficult for them to accept, and they felt a little heavy.
But no matter how unacceptable the fact is, it has already happened, and what should be done must continue after all.
The three Fengyu had faintly sensed that the spirit of the Holy Empress Tianhai had gone elsewhere. At this time, only her people were standing on the top of the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, and she had just fallen into a realm because of changing her fate against the sky for Chen Changsheng. Because of the fact that Chen Changsheng was not Prince Zhaoming, he suffered a mental shock, which can be said to be the weakest moment in more than two hundred years.
This also means that this is the moment when the Holy Empress is most likely to be defeated.
They cannot miss this opportunity now.
If they want to ascend to the Shinto and fight against the Empress Tianhai, they must first defeat the historical gods below the Shinto.
And others don't know, but they know the biggest secret of history very well, and they even want history to die.
Infinite Bi's expression could be seen to be very nervous, occasionally a touch of fear flashed in his eyes, but in the end it was replaced by madness.
In the eyes of Holy Empress Tianhai, she was stupid, incompetent and almost idiotic. After all, she was a strong person in the sacred domain. The occasional frustration of Dao Xin did not completely affect her state of mind.
"History must have been injured, this is an opportunity." She sternly said to Bing Yanghong: "Hurry up!"
The small flowers of the flowers sway gently at the bottom of the little finger, and there is a rhythm in it, which makes the night wind look beautiful.
Bie Yanghong remained silent and did not listen to his wife.
The rain had already stopped, and the clouds and stars appeared. Suddenly, the stars in the sky seemed to become brighter.
It gives people a feeling that the stars in the sky seem to be closer to the ground.
Beside the wheelchair, there is no stargazing figure, only a hat in the rain.
The sky was full of stars, and they came to the Tianshu Mausoleum as if they were real, and followed that figure, rolling towards the place where Han Qing stood.
History raised his head slightly, his dark face covered by armor for more than six hundred years was finally illuminated by starlight.
It was a very old face.