Nightfall Chapter 61: Once the Yellow River was surging


The Song Clan old man felt cold in his chest, watching his flying sword stick there, watching the blood drip down the sword, and his heart gradually became cold. Only then did he really understand that even if he was seriously injured, he would never be Jun Mo’s opponent—Jun Mo didn’t even really make a move. He just stretched out his hand in the autumn wind and grabbed his life. The sword took his life.

There was dead silence beside the Cuiyuan River, and the sound of splashes on the Fuchun River had ceased. The Song Clan old man slowly fell down, and Jun Mo took the stick and left with the grapefruit, but no one dared to move.

Wang Jinglue has been standing in the crowd, and there is no chance for him to take action. Looking at the flesh and blood around the historical grandmaster chair, and thinking about the old lady Cui who has turned into a ray of resentment, he realizes that Ning Que His arrow was like this. Looking at the old Song Clan in the pool of blood, and the flying sword on the old man's chest, he knew that Mr. Er's sword was like this.

It wasn't until Jun Mo and Muyou left Cui Garden for a long time that the people in the garden woke up from extreme fear and shock. There were crying and angry roars everywhere.

For Qinghe County, the various clans are everything, and the Ruyang Cui family is the spiritual link of the people. The position of the old man Cui here is like the master's to the academy. The old Mrs. Cui, who is now regarded as dependent by everyone, has turned into flesh and blood without doing anything. How can't they be fearful?

The death of Mrs. Cui quickly spread throughout the city of Yangzhou, followed by thousands of households, and naturally Chang'an also received Fengshengguo.

The response of the Tang court was extremely rapid. On that night, the craftsmen urgently deployed by the Ministry of Industry in the three central and southern counties and the soldiers from neighboring states arrived in the north of Qingxia at the fastest speed.

Qingxia buried countless enemy troops in the war last fall. That difficult-to-open official road was blocked by huge rocks. It was extremely difficult to walk. The court cleared it for more than half a year, and only cleared a small road. With the arrival of Wan craftsmen and soldiers, the cleaning speed suddenly accelerated numerous times.

At the current speed, it only takes a few months at most for Chang'an to complete the preliminary cleaning and repair work, which means that Datang’s cavalry can pass through Qingxia in just a few months. Going south, like an iron current, directly submerged Qinghe County.

The nobles and people in Qinghe County didn’t know what was happening in the north of Qingxia, but they knew very well what the death of Mrs. Cui meant to them—the peace treaty between Tang and Xiling Temple, from here It became a piece of scrap in a moment, so Tang's army might appear in Qinghe County at any time.

The terrifying pressure from the north is like a low-level dark cloud, and the people in Qinghe County are a little out of breath. People cannot understand why the country of Tang seems not to have just experienced an extremely tragic Patriotic War. Need to breathe, tear up the treaty so soon.

The chaos in Qinghe County has already appeared, and it is impossible to calm down again.

Wang Jinglue did not leave Yangzhou City, because he had to wait here for Ning Que. The most important thing was that he was responsible for receiving the secret spies of the practitioners and the military at Tianshu who were constantly sneaking into Qinghe County from Tang Dynasty. Then use these powers to help Cui Huasheng occupy a better position in this Qinghe chaos.

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A cylindrical passage appeared in the air above Taoshan Qianping. Silky turbulent afterimages could not linger in this passage, making the passage clearer.

This is the trace of the iron arrow, which is the arrow path.

Ning Que stood in front of the altar, holding the bow in his left hand and lifting it back with his right hand holding the tiger's tail, still maintaining the posture of the moment after the string was released, stable like a wooden sculpture.

I don't know when the prayer has stopped. The tens of thousands of people in the front terrace looked at him nervously. No one spoke, as if they had also become wooden people.

No one knows where Ning Que’s iron arrow went, but they knew that someone must have died—not seeing the true ending, but already knowing the ending—this made people extremely scared.

Ning Que retracted his iron bow on his shoulders, looked back at the Temple of Light on the top of Taoshan Peak, and said nothing. If the Haotian divine power in his body dissipated, and the Yi-character runes around the altar also returned to the heavens and the earth, then he would definitely die under the siege of those strong men, but he didn't think about it.

At this time, he has completed the first half of the academy's plan, and his attention has come to the Temple of Light. He has faintly sensed the end of the battle in the temple, knowing that someone will definitely die.

Just as the people on the front ground saw him shooting arrows, they knew that someone must have died. Since someone entered the Temple of Light, they would definitely die, which made him feel a little depressed.

In this battle between heaven and man, since the dead are human, the living is naturally the heaven.

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Sangsang looked at the great world on the sword, staring in disillusionment, sunrise and sunset, ebb and flow of tides, countless springs and autumns, wasting the world with time.

Liu Bai's sword is only two feet away from her, and the rust marks on the sword are getting heavier and heavier, and the surface shows an ominous grayish white, which indicates that the body of the sword has been completely rusted and began to weather.

The closer things are to her body, the faster the flow of time in the area where she is, and the more serious the damage she has suffered. Even the sword that can withstand countless years of wind and rain cannot bear it.

The ability of Liu Bai's sword to enter her small world and to be so close to her is already very unimaginable, and ordinary practice theories cannot even explain it.

His sword is the sword of the world, with the intent of the sword pavilion and the red dust of the world, but after all, it is not the world itself. In the end, it is still no match for the passage of time.

The rust marks were covered with hoarfrost, suddenly cracked, and then turned into green smoke and disappeared.

The sword is ruined, and the man is still there. His talent is the real sword.

Liu Bai's eyes were brighter than ever before, even brighter than when he felt the surging yellow river when he first met, and brighter than when he realized the sword intent of the big river on the riverside cliff.

The moment he took the sword, he knew he couldn’t win, but he didn’t give up. As he said, this was his last taste in the world. He wanted to see how close he could get to the sky. See if you have the ability to touch the sky, and even use your sword to draw a trace of your own in the sky.

Liu Bai's hand reached into Sangsang's small world.

His hand is very slender, with slender fingers. It is the most suitable hand for holding a sword in the world. Whenever he holds the hilt, the sword seems to be connected to his hand and cannot be separated anymore. .

He is not holding a sword in his hand at this time, his hand is the sharpest blade.

He stretched his hand to Sangsang's face, as if he wanted to pass through the black hair on her cheek.

His hands are getting closer and closer to her face, his nails are gradually graying, the skin gradually loses its elasticity, becomes dry, and more wrinkles appear, and the sleeves become fly ash quietly.

Liu Bai continued to move forward, the traces of time moved upward along his forearm, and the skin on his arm began to relax, like a dying old man, almost without the luster of life.

He continued to walk forward, ignoring the realm of the world, fighting the most quiet and terrifying battle with the ruthless time, as if he had gone for tens of thousands of years, or indeed tens of thousands of years.

I don't know how long it took, Liu Bai finally walked to Sangsang's body and walked into her little world, so she came one foot in front of him.

Unfortunately, at this time he was weak and unable to raise his hand, unable to stab the last sword, the white hair scattered on his shoulders, withered like frost-covered chaotic grass, and the wrinkles on his face were deep. Like the bluestone slabs in the streets of East City of Linkang City, he has become a dying old man.

Sangsang said: "You lost."

Liu Bai said in an old and tired voice: "You lost."

Sangsang frowned slightly, wondering what this meant.

"I also left a sword in the world, and I hope that sword will not disappoint people."

Liu Bai looked at her with a smile and said, "But it has nothing to do with winning or losing this battle."

Sangsang said: "How can you beat me now?"

Liu Bai gasped for a few times, and slowly raised her old and thin arms with difficulty, and tapped her brows with her fingertips, without any lethality, more like touching.

There is no one in this world who will conquer the sky. In the history that can be seen, it has never happened before, but for countless years, many people have fought for it. They want to win and let Haotian see the power of the world, but more often, they just want to prove it to themselves and the world. As long as you are willing to work hard for it, then you can do what you want. To the thing.

Liu Bai is invincible in the world, so he came to Taoshan, entered the Temple of Light, and invited the sky to fight. He didn't expect to win the final victory, but he wanted to prove something.

At this moment before he died, he finally touched this lofty and indifferent sky. He fulfilled his wish, so he saw his own way.

Sangsang looked at the thin, weak arm in front of him, and said nothing.

Liu Bai's body resembles a dried-up river bed, turning into countless pieces of dry soil, disintegrating, falling on the ground with a sloshing sound, turning into a pile of dust.

No one can truly be immortal, no one can truly live forever, no matter how strong the city wall is, it will be weathered into sand, and no matter how majestic the river will dry up.

But no one can deny it, even the heavens cannot deny that the city wall once stood tall in the world, and the yellow river once surging for thousands of miles.

In the air in front of Sangsang, a sword suddenly appeared. This sword was full of ancient meaning, but there was no living aura anymore, and it fell on the ground with a clear impact.

The sword in Liu Bai's hand has turned into fly ash, and his people have turned into fly ash, but this sword is still there, shiny as new, undamaged, just like the world after the disaster, as if in Foreshadowing something.

Sangsang looked at the pile of ash and the ancient sword in front of his feet, and was silent.

This is her first shot in the real sense of the world. It seems to be an understatement, and the most powerful practitioner in the world has turned into fly ash, but her face is a little white, I don’t know it is injured. Or because of other reasons.

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(I haven't slept for more than 30 hours... After the update, I will go to eat, try to fall asleep after eating, and see you tomorrow. Also: once strong, then you should be strong all the time, and encourage everyone.) (not finished To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to recommend this work as a registered member of Piaotian Literature. Your support is my greatest motivation.)


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