Nightfall

The coalition account is really large. At this time, hundreds of people are sitting, and they still don't look crowded. Moreover, those people were very silent, so the empty account was still a little more silent.

"This is the order of Lord God."

Bai Haixin looked at these people who expressed their resistance with silence, and said indifferently: "Don't think about the glory and respect that you enjoy in the world among the denominations on weekdays. Be clear that you are in the army now. Is the will of Haotian. "

A strong practitioner of Dongxuanjing stared at him and said sharply: "Heavy cavalry can't rush over. What can we do? Who can bear the voice of Qin Xiao?"

Bai Haixin said: "Since you are asked to abandon the horse to fight, then don't worry about the mount, as for the sound of the piano and flute ... The Temple of Heavenly Oracle is at the time of the rule, and will be distributed to your hands later.

"I don't want to hear more questions, all you need to do now is accept."

Without waiting for those arrogant cultivators to speak out against him, he continued expressionlessly: "Of course things that ordinary soldiers can't do, of course you have to do it, otherwise why don't you use it?"

An angry voice sounded from behind the crowd: "Isn't this killing us?"

Bai Haixin's face was suddenly cold, looking at the voice and said, "Who is talking?"

No one answered, no one dared to answer, and no one dared to speak again.

At this time there were hundreds of strong military men and practitioners from various denominations in various countries. If it is usual, even Bai Haixin is the general of the Southern Jin Dynasty. It won't make them humble, but now it is in the temple alliance, everyone knows that Bai Haixin's words represent the meaning of the Xiling Temple.

Not daring to speak does not mean not thinking. The practitioners' faces are very ugly. They all know that the previous man was right. The Xiling Temple is to let these vassals of the vassals to die, and use their own death to consume the mental energy and physical strength of the disciples of the college ...

"Think about your denomination. Will it last for generations or die like fireworks? Think about the relatives and disciples who stay in their hometown. Think about the great existence above the sky."

After finishing this sentence, Bai Haixin turned and left the account.

There was silence in the big account, and silence represented acceptance at this time. Had to accept.

Compared with the warm atmosphere in the Qingxia, it is so cold here.

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The rolling green hills block the warm water of Daze in the south. Qinghe County has always been known for its four seasons like spring. However, after all, it is late autumn. After night, the temperature in the wilderness gradually decreases.

A bonfire was lit in the military camp.

The stars on the night dome are dimly covered by the bright moonlight. At this time, they are reflected by countless bonfires in the wilderness. If you don't look carefully, you might even think that there are no stars in the night sky.

More than twenty people sat around a bonfire.

These people are all disciples of the Southern Jinjian Pavilion.

The disciples surrounded a man. The attitude is very respectful.

The man was dressed in sackcloth and had a simple bun. His face was ordinary and uncommon, but his eyebrows were very characteristic, as if they were drawn with ink pen.

On the ground beside him. There is a somewhat old gold crown.

Only an emperor can wear a gold crown.

This man is not the emperor of any country.

He is the emperor of kendo, he is the saint of kendo.

He is Liu Bai, so the golden crown is beside.

"The idea of ​​the temple will certainly not be effective."

Liu Bai looked at the bright moon in the night vault and was silent for a long time.

The disciples did not dare to ask questions, waiting for the teacher's second sentence.

"There are very few people in the academy. They came to block thousands of troops. They seemed extremely stupid, but they were not fools, so the temple wanted to use human life to pile up, and wanted to exhaust Junmo's strength, it could not be effective."

Liu Yiqing coughed a bit painfully and said: "Although Mr. Er is powerful, after all, manpower is sometimes poor, and with Mr. Er's so proud and overbearing tactics, it is difficult to persist for too long."

Today, he was defeated again in the hands of the disciples of the academy, and was not badly injured, but he was not as angry and sad as he was back then, and he was able to calm down enough to analyze the situation.

"The temple is like you think, so all wrongs are the same."

Liu Bai said: "You all think that Junmo is proud of this person's temperament and hegemonic tactics, so every time a sword comes out, he will consume more mind and energy, and it can't last forever. It's a big fallacy."

"Junmo's iron sword, or smashing or slapping, seems to be more laborious than cutting, but the truth is not the case, it is because you don't understand, it takes strength to cut with the sword, the iron is worn out, and his Smashing, using the world's vitality, and such a thick iron sword, if you want to wear out to destruction, I am afraid to wait until the sky is old. "

After saying this, the world's first master of kendo, from the bonfire, took out a thin branch that had not burned, slowly raised it to a foot in front of his eyebrow, and then waved it down at will.

The breath of heaven and earth beside the bonfire moved with the sway of the branches. Several small and weak breaths stuck to the branches of the branches. As the swaying momentum grew thicker and thicker, until it finally condensed into a mass.

Liubai's branches eventually fell into the bonfire.

The air of heaven and earth condensed in front of the branches was scattered by fire.

The bonfire burst into flames, and the flame reached the three-foot-high night sky, brightening the barracks.

There was a cry of exclamation around him, and he gradually collected it after a while.

Liu Yiqing lowered his head and thought for a long time in silence.

He couldn't see things in his eyes, but his mind could clearly feel what the branch was doing.

"Mr. Er didn't need strength to wield his sword. He used the breath of heaven and earth to carry the sword, and in turn mobilized the breath of heaven and earth to help the sword. This is not a martial art practice, nor a demon sect's means, but ... the same way.

Huo Ran raised his head and looked at the Qing Xia where he was invisible. His voice trembled and said, "This kind of swordsmanship has the least consumption of mind and physical strength, and he can continue to kill!"

"Your opinion, right."

Liu Bai threw half of the stump in his hand into the bonfire and said, "Say you are right. It was the way you said when Jun Mo walked the sword, saying you were wrong, because you have not yet understood whether he is borrowing Heaven and Earth Sword ... "

"He is hitting people with the world."

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There was silence beside the campfire.

More than twenty disciples of the sword pavilion were silent, each having their own thoughts. They follow the practice of the world's first strong man, practice their swords hard, and have their own pride of heart, so they often disagree with the academy. They were even more displeased with the pride of the second gentleman, but at this time they realized that the person's pride had its own truth.

Liu Bai asked: "Where has Junmo's iron sword been?"

A disciple thought about it. Somewhat uncertainly said: "When he didn't hold the sword, the iron sword was in front of him."

Liu Bai asked, "How far is it?"

No one pays attention to this detail.

Liu Bai said: "Only I will pay attention to this detail, because this is what Junmo wanted to show me. That iron sword has been ... A foot and a half in front of him."

Everyone was surprised.

As everyone knows, the most famous concept of swordsman Liu Bai is the sword, which is less than a foot away.

One and a half feet is longer than one foot.

So a foot and a half ahead is stronger than a foot before?

Knowing the disciple's emotions at this time, Liu Bai smiled slightly and said, "Practitioners must be confident, so pride is the most common manifestation. I have seen many proud people in my life, such as Ye Su, such as the dead ruling. Old man, but I have never seen a person more proud than Junmo. "

The disciples were silent.

"And pride. That is his way to death." Liu Bai smiled and said indifferently: "Because pride is an emotion, a real swordsman cannot have any excess emotions."

A disciple finally couldn't help but asked, "When are you going to shoot?"

"The temple is in a hurry. I am not in a hurry. The Tang Kingdom is going to be destroyed, which is definitely not something that can be determined by the First World War."

Liu Bai said: "This battle of the Qingxia is a great opportunity for you to learn from the academy. Junmo is also my favorite opponent, just as Bai Ri said. I must wait until he is the strongest. "

All the disciples thought that Mr. Er was holding the sword and guarding the Qingxia today, and the blood stained the wilderness. One step did not retreat. It already seemed extremely powerful. Even with a feeling of invincibility, could he still become stronger?

Liu Yiqing asked: "When is Mr. Er strongest?"

"Junmo is an ordinary person, so there will be ordinary people's actions, so today will save you a few lives, but when he holds the sword, he will no longer be an ordinary person. When he starts to get hurt and starts to be tired, when He found that his pride was provoked and when he started to be really angry, when everyone thought he was going to fail, then he was the strongest. "

Liu Bai stood up and looked at the quiet Qingxia in the wilderness, feeling the warm breath from that place, slowly holding his hands behind him, and had not spoken for a long time.

The disciples of the Jiange also stood up and looked at it, not knowing what he was looking at.

"The army is vast and the strong are gathered. At this time of crisis, I still have the mood to cook seriously. Well, the rice is burnt, but the taste of pickles is really good."

Night wind Xu Lai, Liu Bai smelled the breath from the wind and said with emotion: "This is life. No matter whether war or killing, the process that cannot be affected is life."

"Why can the disciples of the academy be so calm? Not because of self-confidence, but because they are doing what they want to do and doing what makes them happy, so they take it for granted."

"My sword can be taken for granted, but I can't live as they take it for granted."

Liu Bai smiled at the Qingxia and said, "The Academy is really a magical place, but unfortunately the Master is no longer there, otherwise I really want to live there for a few years."

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The second day of the Battle of Qingxia.

The weather is gloomy and it seems to rain ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The **** smell in the wilderness becomes more intense.

The smell of millet porridge in the pot is also very strong.

Everyone praised some of the pickles that Sang Sang had pickled in Houshan, and began to bow their heads and hula to drink porridge.

Dazzling mountains and rivers.

After drinking the porridge, the crowd draped the armor for Brother Two.

Brother II held the iron sword and went to the wilderness.

Sister Seven didn't sleep well last night. She rubbed her a little astringent eyes and said, "Be careful."

Today, porridge is full.

Everything is suitable.

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