Nightfall

Although the Qing Gorge has collapsed, the mouth of the gorge is fairly flat and quite spacious, but it is blocked by countless huge rocks not far away, like a horrible iron wall.

Hundreds of heavy rides came from the south, and the purpose was to use the terrorist impact to directly push the disciples of the academy to death. Under such terrain, even if they succeed, there will be no luck.

So these heavy cavalrymen were already prepared for death. Although they watched the companions in front of them keep falling to the ground, their faces under the helmet became pale, but they still gritted their teeth and continued to rush forward.

Before long, the black field fell out of the field outside the hundred feet of the exit of the Qingxia, the horse was screaming, the heavily injured heavy cavalry struggled to stand up, but they could n’t. The scene looked extremely **** and miserable, only to be dragged at the end After dozens of riders determined that the charge failed, they circumvented and withdrew.

In the joint military camp of the Xiling Temple in the south, the autumn wind flicked the gods, and the oracle grand priest stopped the sound of chanting the oracles. Looking at the direction of the Qingxia, the old face showed extremely complex emotions and exclaimed: "The temperament is the last , Even if you two reach the realm of knowledge, you ca n’t see the end of heavenly path. Why is this necessary? ”

The voice of the celestial oracle was heard at the exit of Qingxia.

Beigong Weiyang understood the meaning of this sentence and looked at the south, saying: "There are thousands of methods in the world, and the cultivation of the temperament is the cultivation of the heavenly path, but the temperament is not used for fighting, but for understanding, knowing the realm of life. What is the difference between playing the piano and ordinary people? I thought that the gods are elegant, but I do n’t want to understand this truth. "

When he spoke with the oracle priest, no one at the mouth of the Qingxia ignored it. They are all doing their own things quietly. Seven Sisters are on the branch line, and the fourth brother is carrying the sand table and directing the six brothers to insert something.

The Xiling Temple Allied Forces of course would not give them any chance to rest. When the heavy cavalry charged and saw the frustration, there were countless cavalry archers who made a series of sprints, sprinted towards the Qingxia for a distance, and then bowed their arrows.

Only one military order was heard. Countless hardwood bow strings buzzed, and I don't know how many feathers and arrows left the string, with a poignant sound of breaking the sky. Straight up into the blue sky, as if to shoot through the sky.

Countless feather arrows reached the highest point in the air, and then began to fall. The bleak sound of breaking the sky became more and more sharp, more and more terrifying, and finally turned into a dark and violent arrow rain, falling to the mouth of Qingxia.

Brother Two stood in front of the battlefield, watching the dense feather arrows falling like rain. He didn't mean to hide at all. He only reached down and put down the face shield. With a crisp metal crash, the armor covered all his body.

Dangdang Dangdang, a series of crisp or dull arrows hitting. Continuously or even almost simultaneously!

At least more than twenty branches and arrows hit his body accurately.

Sharp arrow clusters, with powerful speed and power, rotating and contacting the armor on his body fiercely, but at this moment. At a distance of about three hairs below the surface of the armor, there was a faint glow, and the dense and intricately complex lines started, attracting the heaven and earth vitality in the Qingxia, and turned into a heaven and earth vitality armor similar to the body surface of the martial arts practitioners. The outer layer of the metal armor.

The sour rubbing sounded.

The arrow clusters of those feather arrows are unusually sharp. However, even the outermost protective layer of heaven and earth vitality could not be punctured, and the huge impact finally reached the body of the arrow. Some of the more than 20 branches and feathers were broken from it, and some were bent and deformed, and they were unable to fall into the second brother. On the ground in front of him, it was like useless straw.

The second brother was immobile like a mountain.

The long-range arrow attack is basically a cover attack, so compared with the second brother who has hit more than 20 arrows, the arrow rain of the academy disciples is more intensive and terrible.

When the countless arrows fired by the coalition forces in the Xiling Temple had just left the bowstring and turned into dense black dots in the sky, the disciples of the academy moved ahead.

Under the command of the four brothers, the six brothers inserted a dozen metal rods into the ground with a radius of more than ten feet. The bottom of each metal rod was tied with a red wire.

These red threads rested randomly on the ground, with a lot of knots in the middle, and were tied to everyone's ankles, leaving two thread ends. One end is on the embroidery needle of Sister Seven. The other head is tied around the second brother's waist.

Arrow Rain is approaching, Brother Six looks up to the sky, and his blackened face, which has been burnt by the furnace all year round, has the same look. The right hand, which was extraordinarily thick because of the hammer, was shaken forward, and I saw a roll of things from his hand Open, swaying from east to west like a wave, instantly spread out on those dozen metal rods.

The thing that looks like the color and luster should be metal, but it is very thin and tough. It can be rolled up like a quilt. The spring under the edge of the metal sheet is automatically connected to the metal rod, and then snapped.

A crackling sounded, a metal tarp appeared outside the Qingxia Gorge, more than ten feet square, covering all the academy disciples' bodies except the 2nd Senior Brother, and sprinkled a piece of Qingyou.

Just then, the rain of arrows has arrived.

The sound of intensive and dull percussion sounded on the heads of the disciples of the academy, just like the more than one hundred of the best drummers, striking the tight drum heads most freely.

No feather arrow can shoot through the metal canopy.

Even if the piece of metal looked so thin and soft, it was like paper.

Bei Gong Weiyang is tuning the piano, Ximen is not confused about the film, Wang Chi is decoction, the four brothers are designing new things, the six brothers are lighting the stove, and Ren Jian falls like rain, quiet as usual.

They seemed to be still in the back hill of the academy, unconsciously listening to the rain, and doing their own things intently.

Only Sister Qi frowned slightly, watching the embroidered cloth without saying a word.

Because the thread of the red thread is on her needle.

The surface of the metal awning is also covered with a very thin but condensed heaven and earth vitality, just like the best defensive armor, bouncing all the falling feather arrows.

This is a burst.

The metal rod and the red line around everyone's ankles gradually floated, and then became slightly tighter.

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Arrow rain was magnificent, and the disciples sat there.

Brother Two stood in the rain, like a silent mountain.

Looking at this scene, in the Xiling Temple Joint Military Camp, I don't know how many people are desperate.

However, many people have already guessed this result-if the academy did not respond to the arrow rain and heavy cavalry, then why should they face the mighty temple army?

Just when the attention of countless people was attracted by Jian Yu. Six plain-dressed swordsmen left the quiet carriage in the coalition barracks and walked towards the Qingxia.

The swordsman who walked in the middle was led by someone to walk, but it was not bad for his actions. A cloth draped over his eyes should be bad for sight.

After the arrow rain. The six swordsmen crossed the cavalry camp, not far from the Qingxia, and slowly stopped. Among them, the blind swordsman was pointed in the direction by his companion and gave a hand salute to the second brother.

The second brother raised his face shield. With an indifferent expression, he looked at the blind swordsman and said, "Your eyes are destroyed by my college. I put you back to the sword pavilion to see my brother Ling, don't thank me."

The blind swordsman was Liu Yiqing, a swordsman from Nanjin who had cut his blind eyes after Ning lacked Houya, and he was also the younger brother of sword saint Liu Bai. This once proud and proud swordsman, was sent back to the swordsman Considering the fiasco of the side entrance of the academy, the temperament of the whole person has been greatly improved. Not only did he not stop his practice, but in the spring of last year, he successfully entered the realm of knowledge!

Liu Yiqing could not see things, listened to the voice to determine the position of Brother Two, and calmly said: "Mr. Yi Qing Xie Er is not because of old things. Instead, Mr. Xie Er gave our brothers and sisters a chance to get a shot."

He said this very sincerely, because this is the fact.

The ability and scope of the practitioner to control the flying sword is directly proportional to his own practice level. Although the strength of the six second-generation disciples of Jiange is powerful, where can they be compared with the second brother.

When they walked to the Qingxia before, Brother No. 2 could have shot in advance. Cut them under the iron sword, and they couldn't even find a chance to fight back.

"I'm just curious, why did Mr. Liu Bai let you play."

Brother II looked at the quiet carriage in the coalition barracks and said slowly.

Liu Yiqing said: "In the spring, the dean and his old man borrowed my sword from the sword pavilion. My brother was very honored, but he couldn't help but feel a little regret. People practiced a sword array to recall the former sages. Now I want to invite Mr. Er to taste it. "

After hearing this, Brother II's eyes lightened slightly and said, "Yes."

Liu Yiqing said: "Thank you."

After all, Liu Yiqing and six other disciples from Jiange took their swords out of their sheaths.

The disciple of the sword pavilion, the great river swordsman who inherited Liu Bai, the most important thing is the land in front of him, so it is different from any sect of swordsmanship in the world. It is not famous for flying swords, but moves forward with swords.

In the past years, Junmo most admired Liu Bai for his swordsmanship of swordsmanship. At this time, it would n’t be strange to see these sword patriarchs draw their swords out of their sheaths.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yiqing and six other disciple disciples did not move forward with their swords after pulling their swords out of their sheaths.

They squeezed the sword tactics in the hand, and the six-handed cold sword rose up in the air, and in the air before the Qingxia, there were countless afterimages, which instantly became a sword and burst out!

In the spring, the Master reached out to the south, separated by thousands of miles, borrowed the sword from the ancient pool in the sword pavilion, cut off the **** of Haotian Divine Kingdom, and cut off the dragon head of the golden dragon.

After that time, the sword was no longer an ordinary sword, but a real sword.

Even Liu Bai can no longer use that sword.

Countless days and nights, Liu Bai finally confirmed that there is no master, then no one can use his own strength to cast the sword of the world, so he chose another path.

He summoned six of the best Jiangge disciples and practiced a sword array.

Gather the power of several people, Shi Yijian.

Liu Bai knew very well that even with the strength of all the disciples in the sword pavilion, it would not be possible to cast the sword of the Confucius ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but he did n’t want much, as long as he could have the shape of the sword ’s fur and slim sword. It ’s enough.

One thousandth of the sword of the world is enough to sweep the world.

This is the sword outside the Qingxia at this time.

Looking at the sword from the sky, Brother Two praised, "Good sword."

He inserted the iron sword in his hand into the field in front of him.

Faced with such a powerful sword, he didn't seem to prepare the sword.

What is he going to do?

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(Bai Haixin is from Nanjin, not from Yanguo. I wrote it wrong in the front. I have a bad brain. I was in trouble. I went to the hospital yesterday, and my friends knew that I was really sick, not just making excuses. Sorry, sigh, I will adjust my body as soon as possible.) (To be continued)