The wings of the immortal bird spread violently in the void, and the crisp golden crow's cry broke through the heavy golden ripples in the sky. Elder Chen, who looked like an ancient warrior, roared and opened his arms.
Just like the son of the Golden Crow embracing the sun in the legend, he soared into the sky, embracing the blood-red sword like an arc moon.
"Elder!"
Behind him was the cry of the disciples of the Kyushu Bank, and beside his ears was the sound of raging fire. The sound of the flame was so clear—it was not just the sound of the flame. The voices of the whole world are so clear.
The sound of the knife light tearing apart the space and spanning hundreds of miles, the sound of the air twisting, the choked sound of the disciples shouting, the sound of the dead face roaring to meet the phantom of the ancient dragon... everything is so clear, so clear It's like the world has slowed down.
The oncoming knife light carried a calm killing intent, and the sharp breath seemed to be able to directly split the soul, and the familiar yet unfamiliar power was boiling in the blood and muscles. Elder Chen raised his head, smiled silently, and grinned.
He has never been very dignified in the sect, he is just a timid and cowardly elder, with neither high nor low cultivation.
But, no matter what, he is an elder!
Those energetic young people called him "Elder Chen" with a smile on their faces. They always walked past him happily and happily, always shouting "Elder, let's drink together" and "We pay"... Such young disciples.
As an elder, no matter how good he is, he can't be so worthless as to hide behind his disciples and watch the young children rushing to the battlefield roaring.
Does an elder who is protected by his disciples deserve to be called an "elder"
Not worthy.
In fact, very few people know that at the very beginning... among the younger generation, the one who was called a genius was... him!
Elder Chen laughed hoarsely, and roared loudly: "Kyushu Bank... Immortal!"
Hao's roar was like an ancient bronze bell, with so much anger and pride, it was not like the sound that humans can make, rumbling loudly in the dark night, like thunder in a summer night rainstorm, waking up the entire city. Amidst the roar, the Immortal Bird's wings folded lightly, just like Elder Chen's folded arms, completely embracing the saber light that pierced through the air in the void.
"Elder..."
The disciples of Kyushu Bank shouted and looked blankly into the air.
They were so familiar, and the elder who usually said "drink with the elders together?" and went to the wine shop with them to laugh and laugh, seemed like a complete stranger at this time. At this moment, that familiar figure stood upright, mighty as a god.
Bloody and fiery intertwined.
The sky behind him exploded into chaos. No majestic Elder Chen had ever resisted the crimson saber light. When the light saber light collided with the wings of the phoenix, it burst out of her body. The hideous and terrifying true face—the light of the knife turned into thousands of blood colors, smashing the space together. If it wasn't for the strange power that Elder Chen erupted at this moment to resist, then all the disciples would have died under the light of the knife. His body was broken to pieces.
With a roar like thunder, Elder Jiang blocked Gu Long's power—at the price of shattering the long sword in his hand inch by inch.
He was also roaring, the tiger's jaws in his hands were split open and dripping with blood, and the long sword that had been used for many years as life was shattered inch by inch. The broken sword flew in all directions, slicing across his old face, which was now filled with anger, and the blood snaked down. .
Elder Qin's black robe unfurled like a crow's feather in the air, and the gray long knife cut a gap in the city gate and the city wall. buried here.
"Go! Go! Go!"
Obviously, he is completely unfamiliar with Elder Chen, the elder of the Kyushu Bank, but at this moment, Bai Li only feels that something sharp is stirring in his mind, and so much sadness is howling. Her pupils reflected the image of blood and gold intertwined in the sky, and there was a sharp pain in her mind.
She turned around and slapped back a Kyushu Bank disciple who wanted to rush forward.
Bai Li, who used to be a bit shy in the past, finally looked like the elder sister she adored at this moment. Terrible anger danced on her face, her breath was violent, and she shouted angrily in the chaotic world.
"Go! Go!"
On the city wall, the sword in Elder Jiangchi's hand completely shattered, and the life of the sword cultivator is his long sword. For so many years, Jiang Chi used his soul to temper his long sword over and over again, but now his sword is broken. The moment the sword was completely shattered, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the figure leaping in midair sank down.
But enough is enough.
Enough is enough.
Elder Qin had already cut out that path, a gap appeared on the city wall, and the phantom of the ancient dragon in the sky, Longwei, had been blocked. Bai Li, the somewhat shy girl from the Nine Profound Sect, had already rushed out with the disciples from the Nine Provinces Bank.
Outside of Gecheng, when the elders of Jiuxuanmen saw the drastic changes in the city, they already knew that things had changed. When the Qingming Pagoda changed, the elders of the Jiuxuanmen who stayed outside the city to respond quickly began to arrange formations. In normal times, arranging a teleportation formation does not require such a big posture.
However, Gecheng was affected by the changed Qingming Pagoda, and the yin, yang and five elements between the heaven and the earth have completely changed.
The space has changed, and only a person with a cultivation base like the elder of the Nine Profound Gate can use secret techniques to tear open a passage that can be accurately transmitted to the Nine Profound Gate.
The phantom of the ancient dragon in the sky swims slowly as if trying to catch up, but there are some restrictions.
Elder Qin and the others rushed into the formation.
Elder Jiangchi staggered and fell to the ground. He actually wanted to stand, but he couldn't stand anymore. With a shake of his figure, he half-kneeled on the ground. With bloody hands on the ground, he barely raised his head, his face was covered with blood, his vision was blurred by the blood, and he could only take a vague look.
——He saw Elder Qin turned his sword around and rushed out of the city gate protecting the young children.
——He saw the light of the formation soaring into the sky outside Gecheng, and the long-awaited Nine Profound Gate responders activated the formation to tear the void.
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In the sky behind, the wings of the phoenix were sliced open by the second knife light that swept through the sky, and the crimson brilliance swallowed the figure like an ancient warrior, and in Katsuragi, the figure of the half-kneeling taciturn old man finally fell down.
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The top floor of Gecheng Qingming Pagoda.
The gray-robed man held a knife in his right hand, with his left hand tucked in his sleeve.
The sound of the wind on the top of the tower is long and distant, as if blowing from the other side of the world. The gray-robed man's clothes were rolled up, and he stood alone, like a statue or a thin silhouette.
He stood on the ninety-nine-story tower, looking down from here, everything in the city was so tiny, like ants. In this highest place, everything is in sight.
Under this high blue sky, the young leader of the dark guard of the Jintang royal family died in the darkness without anyone knowing, the madness of the Ji family stopped as the blood coagulated; the elder of the Kyushu bank blocked the ancient giant The coercion of the dragon, half-kneeling at a place still a short distance away from Shengtian, exhausted his last strength to watch the disciples of the sect leave on the road paved with blood; the wings of the immortal bird were flying in the void Burned out, the people who stood up and stopped him with the extinguishing of the undead flames were all fascinated...
Under the lofty Qingming, all this is happening.
The man in the gray robe let out a long breath, a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the knife, and dripped onto the ground with a slight sound.
Beihao.
It's his name... not really a name.
When he decided to work for the frail young man who came in the rainy night, he abandoned his original name and has been an unknown man ever since. Beihao is just a code name that he reluctantly uses to call himself.
But some things are not really so easy to give up.
He abandoned his original name, separated from the glory of the eighteenth Gu Clan, and was ready to draw his sword against his former companions. But when this day really came, when the descendants of the eighteenth Gu family really died at his hands, sorrow still surged.
Bei Hao lowered his eyes.
After a long time, he smiled wryly.
The young man of the Jin Tang Ji family died with a lamp, the eighteenth descendant of the Gu family died under his sword, and the unknown cultivator and the silent soldier became pawns... It was only at this time that he fully understood what Bai Manqing said.
All of this is like a long river of time flowing quietly. Men, women, young and old, all struggle in the river with all their strength, and in the end they can only become underwater shadows. Yet no one is right and no one is wrong. It is understandable to hate whoever loves whomever.
What caused all this was all the extraordinary power that should not have appeared, should not have been above the order.
The world needs a real order.
There was a sound of footsteps, and a Jin Tang dark guard wearing a white mask walked up respectfully.
That was Ji Wu's adjutant.
——The young man from the Jin Tangji family took his own death into consideration before he did it, and arranged for a successor.
They didn't fail.
This time, the task Gecheng received was not to prevent the people from the Kyushu Bank from leaving, but...to kill one of the eighteenth Gu clan, the descendants of the Chen clan, at all costs.
They succeeded.
"grown ups."
The dark guard spoke in a low voice.
"Everything is ready."
"That's it..." Bei Hao murmured to himself in a low voice, almost sighing, "Then let's start."
He re-inserted the crimson long knife into the center core on the top floor of the tower, and the bronze talisman brought by Ji Wu was suspended in the sky above the core point, and was slowly rotating.
The dark guard got his approval and released a Lingxiao bird.