One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

"Who's dead? Who's not coming back?"

Hearing Bai Yingqi's muttering to himself, Meng Su felt confused, asked a few times and got no response, so he grabbed his collar and shouted:

"Wake up, this is a battlefield! I don't have time to listen to your sleep, can you still fight?"

After being shaken several times, Bai Yingqi came back to her senses, frowned and said:

"I made a move just now, but—a master of Taoism took my blood-streaked golden needle!"

"What? I didn't notice any abnormality at the top of the city." Meng Su was shocked, "What level does it take to snatch the needle from your hand? Ghost fairy?"

Bai Yingqi said sullenly: "I'm going to be promoted to a ghost fairy soon, and I've been cultivating this blood-streaked golden needle for ten years. I can take it away in an instant, and ordinary ghosts really can't do it... In fact, it's really impossible to do this." I did, I've only come across one."

"Who?"

"Song Yun."

The two Jing Guo generals looked at each other speechlessly, and both saw extreme fear in each other's eyes.

"Impossible!" Meng Su resolutely said, "He's already dead, the sky thundered, and he was wiped out in ashes, he's dead!"

Seeing that Bai Yingqi was still a little hesitant, Meng Su explained again: "In recent years, all countries have joined forces to attack Tang, and the attack is not light."

"With that Rentu's personality, seeing this situation, can he still sit still? He has already killed us all!"

"That's true." Bai Yingqi shook his head, as if trying to shake off the restlessness in his heart, took a deep breath before saying:

"It seems that a ghost fairy from the Tang Dynasty came to the northwest front, maybe he is a Canghaike, and his level is not low."

"Reasonable." Meng Su nodded.

"The ghost fairy probably planned to give us a surprise, but seeing Gao Hanqing was in danger, he was forced to take action and exposed him in advance."

Both of them nodded incessantly, trying to forget about that terrible guess before.

It's best to forget about the Anxi Rentu, who was famous all over the world, and don't even mention it.

……

At the head of Anxi City, Gao Hanqing signaled his subordinates to take time to rest, but regardless of his fatigue, he bent down to study the corpse left by Jing Jun.

Leading troops for many years has allowed him to develop the habit of paying attention to details, and will not ignore any abnormalities on the battlefield.

"There is a problem. These are all congenital masters, but they died too easily. Many wounds were caused by frontal attacks. Are these congenitals in worse condition than us?"

Gao Hanqing showed suspicion, and remembered the fleeting sense of crisis just now.

He stood up and looked around warily.

There are only [-] Beiting troops in the city, and they gather together to rest, and the patrol posts are ready, so there is no possibility of outsiders.

At this moment, Gao Hanqing seemed to feel something, his face changed slightly, and he took out a thin booklet from his arms.

This is the sword technique that Song Yun passed on to him back then, and it recorded the first few moves of "Nine Swords of Killing the Sky".

Gao Hanqing took it with her as a treasure, and often took it out to ponder carefully.

Because each and every word on this paper book contains Song Yun's murderous sword intent!
At this moment, Gao Hanqing keenly sensed that the sword intent in these words fluctuated slightly!
His hands couldn't help shaking.

"Master, is Master you?"

In the lonely city of the desert, there is only the noise of the wind, and no one responds to him.

The Beiting soldiers at the top of the city looked sideways, and they were a little surprised to hear the one-armed general keep calling "Master".

"General Gao's master? Isn't it Song Yun who killed all the venerables from all over the world? How many years has he passed away?"

Someone couldn't help thinking: "If that person is still there, how dare Jingren dare to be presumptuous?"

"Hush, in front of General Gao, it's better not to mention these things, it is said that that person died a terrible death..."

Gao Hanqing could hear these people's arguments, and ignored them, but lightly stroked the ink on the paper.

After a while, the restlessness of the sword intent disappeared.

Other warriors may not feel such subtle changes, but Gao Hanqing has studied this paper book for 12 years and is extremely familiar with it, and no changes can escape his eyes.

"What happened? Could it be that Master has left some behind?"

He was lost in thought.

At this moment, a soldier from the top of the city pointed to the distance and shouted happily:

"Retreat, Jing Ren retreats!"

The soldiers guarding the top of the city all looked over.

I saw the flag waving, the battalion set out, and the Jing army's queue was moving away.

"Are you going to retire?" Gao Hanqing was even more puzzled.

Although the Beiting army was elite, it had encountered several bloody battles recently, resulting in many casualties, lack of men and horses, and less than half of its combat strength.

On the opposite side is the main force of the Hundred Thousand Jing Kingdom. As long as they attack with all their strength, they will probably be able to break through the city before the reinforcements arrive.

Why is this going back?

Could it be that Master left something behind?Scared off the enemy?
Gao Hanqing couldn't help thinking about it.

Jing Jun really retreated. A large group of troops disappeared at the end of the desert and never came back.

Whatever the reason, the Beiting army escaped unharmed.

At night, a burly general with half-white hair flew over from the east and asked with concern:
"Xiao Gao, are you okay?"

"Zhang Shuai." Gao Hanqing saluted, shook his head and said, "I was caught off guard by Jingren, but luckily they retreated suddenly, and I don't know why."

The person who came was none other than the Martial Saint cultivated by Song Yun himself, Zhang Xianke, the former Shuofang Daoist envoy, and now Marshal of the Tang Dynasty.

"Just retreat." Zhang Xianke heaved a sigh of relief. He was under great pressure when Tang was surrounded by enemies all these years, and he only wanted to reduce his losses.

"Zhang Shuai, my teacher was...that's all." Gao Hanqing wanted to ask, but he hesitated to speak.

He turned his head and looked outside the city, the desert under the night was lifeless.

"No matter what, Master is gone after all."

"Guarding the lonely city alone, the power shakes all directions. It is estimated that such a scene will never be seen again."

"I have to become a martial saint as soon as possible, otherwise how can I keep the foundation laid by my master..."

Hush, the water curtain shattered, and the light and shadow shook.

Song Yun stepped out of the long river of time.

Looking back at the scene that was happening, he couldn't help feeling:

"Time is running out."

This return, he can clearly feel the existence of Tianmen.

And the weird fluctuations that came out through the Tianmen.

The blockade of Yangcheng may not last for a few years.

The most powerful group of heavenly demons and ghosts in history is about to come to the world, and as "fairies", they will bring death and destruction to the world.

"Only the realm of the early stage of human immortality is not enough to destroy the evil spirits in the heavenly court."

"Within ten years, I must acquire a strong enough combat power, at least at Qi's level."

The task was heavy, and Song Yun was filled with a sense of urgency.

As for Gao Hanqing, who was still thinking wildly at the head of Anxi City...

Song Yun is not a babysitter. He happened to find that his apprentice was killed, so he would naturally rescue him, but he had to rely more on himself.

"Let's start the next time travel."

Retrograde along the river, through a hundred years of troubled times, through the Great Xia Dynasty, to an earlier time.

All the heroes rise together, and the strong are like a forest.

One of the most turbulent eras in the history of the human race——

The era of five emperors!