The phoenix unfolded its gorgeous wings amidst the raging fire. She soared in mid-air and flapped her wings slowly. The flowing fire rolled on her gorgeous feathers, watching people who were too small compared to it.
Yi Heping half-kneeled on the high tower of Biyong Pavilion, with the sword in his hand inserted into the top of the pavilion, above the sky, the elders were protecting their apprentices, burning their own spiritual sea and true energy, maintaining the precarious imperial power. picture. On the ground, the disciples drew their swords and swung their knives, fighting with the alien beasts that kept coming.
This is the struggle of ants.
But so familiar.
Here, on this land where the Taoist sect is deeply buried, the former Baili Qingge followed the man she liked and fought with him. At that time, there were no emperors and daughters, only Baili Qingge, and only Baili Qingge who, like her husband, trusted the Patriarch of Baili. At that time, the pale flame also ignited in this land.
At that time, the emperor who had been living in the dead king city walked into the world of ants, was accepted by the ants, and felt the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the ants.
At that time, after the battle, someone would face the ridicule of their companions, put their arms around her shoulders, smile at the others, and say, there is no way, if you want to be protected by a lady, you must have a lady first what.
Then he turned his head and smiled at her, and said, are you willing to protect me
She looked at the man's smile, thinking that during the battle, this man always stood in front of her subconsciously, so she also laughed and said yes.
So everyone laughed.
So there are no emperors and no ancient phoenixes.
She walked into the world of ants, and then became an ant willingly.
And then it's all over.
The person who was so trusted by the clansman calmly drew out the long arrow that had been pointed at the ancient emperor for them, and was the first to shoot and kill the clansman who sensed the call of the Xuandi's will. He was the first to break the taboo that everyone tabooed and avoided. , Said the words "let's start from a hundred miles".
—He abandoned those who followed him.
—He abandoned those people who worshiped him as a god.
She doesn't understand the big picture or what she has to do. In her world, like is like, love is love, hate is hate. So she fell in love with the young man who smiled at her in the desert, and she liked the hand he stretched out to her, so she went away with him.
She made herself a member of the ants, and then thought that everything would last forever, forever.
But those were ruined by that one person.
Because of his decision, the clansmen who once joked with each other after the war and hooked each other's shoulders raised their swords towards their brothers and sisters for the first time. In the formation that would never be untied, her husband who would subconsciously protect her personally sealed her in the bronze earth that was suppressed by Emperor Xuan with his sword, and then sat in the black water to die with her.
Everything is gone.
At that time, all tribes trust each other, all tribes love each other.
They are like the Jiuxuanmen today.
They are one.
But everything is gone.
"Step aside."
The phoenix with pale flames burning on its wings no longer launched a large-scale attack. She flapped her gorgeous wings slowly, and a deep voice came out of the fire, containing a trace of undetectable complex emotions.
Yi Heping panted slightly, he raised his head, and saw the hint of a slight retreat from Fenghuang.
He vaguely felt the other party's complicated and sad emotions.
"Feel sorry."
Yi He stood up slowly, the icy blue light flowing on the long sword.
Ever since Bailishu entered the Taoist sect, he really felt that his apprentice was gradually becoming far away. When he saw Bailishu walk out from the Taoist gate and Xinghai disappeared behind the young man, Yi Heping had already vaguely noticed something. It is a kind of thing that is slowly turning towards the end in the dark.
If he had been younger for a few decades, Yi Heping would have searched for the answers to all these, to explore the shuddering truth that loomed indistinctly.
But he is no longer the high-spirited young man who fought with his juniors on the main peak of Jiuxuanmen, and fought coldly with each other for several days.
Time has passed so long.
He killed many people for Jiuxuanmen and Xianmen. His rare friends in his life died in his hands, and he was unable to rescue the tower guard disciples of Bingzhou. He maintained the majesty of Jiuxuanmen and suppressed the dynasty. In the undercurrent of the sect, more than one young and old emperor died under the sword of the sect.
He has done so many things and has so much blood on his hands.
In the end, I have no idea whether I am right or wrong. The time is too long, there are too many entanglements, and everything loses its original meaning in the complicated turmoil. All that was left was a seemingly endless exhaustion.
Someone needs to put an end to it all.
Elder Qin finally said that day that he could no longer understand what they were trying to do. But, in fact, Yi Heping just felt tired, watching the disciples of Jiuxuanmen fall, watching the army of the dynasty fall, watching the blood flow on the ground, red fire thousands of miles, people love, hate and kill each other, like walking in search In the maze without the exit.
So when he was vaguely aware that Baili Shu wanted to end all this, he kept silent.
He was already old, and the young Yi Heping would send elders to walk in the snowy night to kill the emperor who provoked the majesty of the immortal sect, but the old man only felt that all this should be over.
"I can't get out of the way."
Yi Heping said that the ice chips in the surrounding sky were floating and floating, and the blue light was like a frozen rain.
"Then die with him."
The emperor's voice sounded icy cold, and the phoenix in the air completely spread its wings, and pale flames swept across in an instant.
Yi Heping stood on top of the Biyong Pavilion, and the surrounding flames were compressed sharply when the emperor fully released her power to launch an attack, but the temperature rose sharply accordingly, and the extreme high temperature made the ice-blue ice suspended in the air The crumbs start to disappear—not melt, but just disappear.
Standing in the very center of this coercion and power, Yi Heping's robes are rolled up. In his consciousness, everything around him is a supreme flame, and the frozen and suppressed power will burn him to the ground. , Wind and fire are intertwined. Yi Heping's power that belonged to him was rapidly being suppressed as the ice shards disappeared.
windy.
Burning.
Facing this terrifying force, Yi Heping stood firmly on the top floor of Biyong Pavilion, his torn robes rattled violently, his face was stained with blood, but his eyes were as calm as deep of lake water.
"Jiu Xuan is for me."
In the wind, he said softly.
Yi Heping held the sword in both hands, and raised the hilt straight up to his eyes. The long blade of the sword fell vertically, the ice blue light surged on the sword body, and the tip of the sword shone with a little snow light, facing the very center of Biyong Pavilion . The ancient fluctuation spread out from Yi Heping as the center, and the tall towers that had stood for thousands of years in the mountain wind and snow of the main peak of Jiuxuanmen lit up layer by layer.
Among the ground veins, under the peaks of the Nine Profound Gate, the power of the spiritual veins seemed to be summoned by something, and they gathered towards the Biyong Pavilion on the main peak of the Nine Profound Gate like a wandering dragon, lighting up layer by layer. This lofty tower.
In the end, all the power gathered on Yi Heping, who was surrounded by wind and fire with swords in both hands.
Gathered to the long sword in his hand.
Although the head of Jiuxuanmen was handed over to Baili Shu later, Yi Heping was still in charge of many affairs of the entire Jiuxuanmen. And he still possesses certain powers that only the head of the sect can use—this is the power that belongs to Jiuxuanmen itself!
With Biyong Pavilion as the center, gorgeous brilliance burst out.
The ice that had already disappeared reappeared in the air, even more and more gorgeous than before, it was a piece of diamond-shaped ice blades, they rotated in the air, refracting the firelight into a brilliant and wandering brilliance, at this moment, The world is as gorgeous as a dream, and as dark as a nightmare.
Gathering the power of the entire Nine Profound Sect's veins, the long sword in Yi Heping's hand collided head-on with the wings of the phoenix.
Intense fluctuations erupted from the sky, and outside of Huangtu, the fog birds above the clouds were frightened by this fluctuation, fluttering their wings and flying high into the sky, stopping their attack for a short time.
Pale flames intertwine with ice-blue blades.
At this moment, Yi Heping's power briefly equaled that of Fenghuang, the daughter of the White Emperor. Ice and fire eroded each other, and white mist rose from the intersection. And the long sword in Yi Heping's hand swept out graceful and sharp arcs, colliding with the phoenix's wings covered with gorgeous feathers and sharp bone claws.
He gave up defense and chose the fiercest offense.
This is the essence of a swordsman.
What the sword cultivator holds is a sword, not a shield.
Sword cultivator's defense is offense!
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"As expected of being the number one swordsman in the world back then."
Bai Manqing sat on the rock, slowly shaking the wine jar, watching the battlefield in the sky.
Yi Heping, who has acquired the power of the Nine Profound Gate, is indeed a character who can stand up to the emperor. Few people remember that this person who became the head of Jiuxuanmen when he was very young, there was no second person in the world whose swordsmanship was more superb than him. He was the one who first hit the Frost and Cold Fourteen States.
He taught Baili Shu the Heavenly Sword.
When he was young, Yi Heping was also a proud genius like Ye Yi and the others.
Only later, Yi Heping became the head of Jiuxuanmen, and since then, he seldom used a sword in front of others. It is also rare to do it directly with people. Gradually, people forgot his high-spirited and frozen appearance at the beginning, and only remembered that there was a gentle-looking, but actually very meticulous and deep-minded head of Jiuxuanmen.
After becoming the head of the Jiuxuanmen, Yi Heping withdrew all his original vigor and sharpness.
But those vigor and sharpness were only hidden, they never disappeared.
Now they are released.
"It's over."
Bei Hao said.
Bei Hao was also watching the battlefield in the sky, he was one of the few people who had ever fought against Yi Heping. It was in the vast snowy night, he stood outside the royal city of the Qi Qin Dynasty, and once fought in the dark with the person who had secretly left the Nine Profound Gate.
The opponent slashed with a sword from a distance.
After many years, he still remembers that snow-like sword.
After a sword strike, Bei Hao was defeated, and at that time Bai Jingtian's eldest son, Bai Manqing's elder brother, the new emperor of the Qi Qin Dynasty who had just ascended the throne, died in the palace.
At that time, Bei Hao understood that Yi Heping's sword skills had never deteriorated during the years when he had disappeared from people's sight. On the contrary, his sword had become even more terrifying.
Today's battles in the skies are proof of that.
"Although the dragon is old, its teeth are sharp."
Standing some distance away from Bai Manqing, Bei Hao heard him sigh. He looked at Bai Manqing and saw the calm expression on the young man's face. The young man was watching the thrilling battle in the sky, as if he was watching a performance that had been prepared for a long time, and he was just an outsider.
Many times, Bei Hao couldn't figure out what Bai Manqing was thinking.
Bai Manqing hated Xianmen, but there seemed to be a lot of things mixed in that hatred. Sometimes, Bei Hao felt that Bai Manqing was actually hating some bigger, powerless things through Xianmen. Maybe it's because Bai Manqing is really just a poet at heart.
Poets always have something about the world that is difficult for others to understand.
So they sang, they wrote long or short poems, expressing their complex and sensitive feelings with vague metaphors.
The poet has the whole world in his heart.
When Bai Manqing sighed, the battle in the sky was already a foregone conclusion as Bei Hao said.
The swirling ice shattered into thousands of pale crumbs, spreading all over the main peak of Jiuxuanmen, just like the seasons suddenly reversed, winter came again, and heavy snow came overnight. Pale flames rolled up in the sky, but they no longer formed rolling seas and whirlpools.
Yi Heping was still standing on top of the Biyong Pavilion, the phoenix's bone claws pierced his chest, only narrowly missing his heart. The blood was stained, and the black clothes became darker.
And the heart of the phoenix has been pierced by a long sword, and the thin light blue ice is spreading rapidly from the place where the long sword penetrates, finally completely enveloping this ancient divine bird.
In Phoenix's eyes, the coldness and aloofness are slowly receding.
The next moment, it turned back into a graceful and slender woman again.
The silver robe on the emperor's body was now covered with blood. She lowered her head to look at the long sword that pierced her chest, and then raised her head to look at the calm-looking man standing on the top of Biyong Pavilion.
Yi Heping looked at the silver-haired woman silently.
The opponent's aura was already very weak, but the blood of the White Emperor and the characteristics of the phoenix kept her from dying immediately, and she was still able to launch a final blow, dragging Yi Heping to her death. And Yi Heping no longer had a sword in his hand. Although the last blow of the emperor was not fatal, he was already seriously injured.
However, the Empress did not launch an attack.
On the other side, something is slowly receding.
She doesn't look like the majestic daughter of the White Emperor anymore, just like an ordinary woman.
The emperor reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulled out the sword, and threw it to Yi Heping. Yi Heping caught the sword thrown back by the other party, and looked at her with some surprise.
"Actually, I prefer to be called Baili Qingge."
she says.
Then fell from a height. When she fell, the wind rolled her long hair, and everything in her silver pupils was slowly receding.
Those hatreds, those paranoia, those loves and hates.
Everything falls apart at the end of life.
Before falling into darkness, she stared into the void and asked in a low voice.
"Are you here to pick me up?"
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"Sure enough, I lost."
Bai Manqing watched the emperor who fell from the sky—or Baili Qingge—and spoke indifferently, showing a slightly thoughtful expression.
"Shouldn't we sing some mourning songs for her?"
Without waiting for an answer, he muttered to himself again.
"But Phoenix doesn't need ants to pay her funeral, so let's forget it."
He said so in his mouth, but he tapped the wine jar lightly with his hands, making a long and sad melody. Bei Hao could tell that it was the funeral song sung by relatives on the beach near the southeast coast of the Qi Qin Dynasty when a fisherman who went out to sea died in the sea.
At this time, on the battlefield where the fireworks were flying, Bai Manqing knocked on the wine jar with his fingers, knocking out the fisherman's lament to mourn the fallen ancient divine bird.
Like ridicule, but also like sadness.
However, the young man's face was still the same as before, he was neither happy nor sad. He just raised his head and stared at the royal city in the sky.
"Is it time to come?"
Bai Manqing was not the only one looking at the royal city in the sky.
Yi Heping was also looking at the floating Wangcheng.
The royal city made of black stone is majestic and majestic, suspended in the air, and the surrounding space presents an unbearable sense of distortion, and even the entire sky is vaguely dark. In the era of chaos, supported by the pillars of heaven, the royal city towering above the clouds symbolized the authority of the ancient emperor.
In the era of chaos, Wangcheng cast a thick shadow from the sky, and people crawled in the shadow.
It is difficult for people in later generations to imagine the majesty of the ancient emperor at that time. They can only guess at the majesty of the emperor at that time through a few words and phrases through the gap of time.
But now, the majesty of the ancient emperor has come to this world again.
The sky trembled, the wind, the air, the earth, and everything in it was screaming. The mist birds of prey flying in the sky lost their arrogance and wrath in the invisible fluctuations unfolding from the royal city. These pale giant birds made of clouds and bones fell from the sky.
They remembered the horror of being slaughtered.
It was completely dark.
The sky was as black as ink, and silver lightning flashed wildly across the sky like a giant dragon, each tearing the sky completely apart. The sky is like a mirror, and those lightning bolts are its shattered cracks. And right in the middle of all the cracks is the majestic and heavy Blackstone King City.