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

Chapter 394
In Zhenxi City, it was busy and lively.

Tens of thousands of peasants came in and out with mule carts, pulling batches of supplies from the west. After a short rest, they replaced the mules and horses and continued to send them to the east.

There are still several thousand troops in charge of guarding the city, but the defense is not strict, because everyone knows that the Tang State is too busy to take care of itself, and has no more troops to attack this fortress.

What's more, there is still a venerable Liang Jun stationed in Zhenxi City!
On the city wall, several patrolling officers looked east, very relaxed, chatting casually.

"It seems that this battle is about to be over, and the Tang Kingdom will be defeated soon, and then the six kingdoms will be divided into Tang. Everyone can eat meat, then recuperate and live a peaceful life."

People around felt the same way, nodding their heads one after another, looking very much looking forward to it.

They all believed that the reason why they fought for more than ten years was entirely because the Tang State was too threatening, and if it was not eliminated, the six countries would be annexed one by one instead.

Therefore, this war is an act of self-preservation by the six nations, and it will end smoothly when Tang is destroyed.

It was this idea that supported them to persevere, and now they finally waited for the dawn.

"It's our King Jing who is wise and powerful. This shot is a great victory, much better than that venerable Bai Yingqi who ran away."

Bai Yingqi was defeated and fled from Anxi many times, and his reputation was already rotten. The people of Jingguo did not dare to disrespect his venerable face to face, but they took him as a joke in private, and the name of "Reverend Runaway" spread all over the world.

A general came over and said with a smile: "It is said that the surname Bai fled all the way home, and he kept chanting 'Anxi Rentu', how ridiculous! Now that Anxi is sealed tightly, that Rentu Where is it again?"

Immediately, a cold voice sounded in his ear:

"I am here."

The general's smile froze instantly.

……

The red-faced young man did not go out with the army, but stayed in Zhenxi City. In his opinion, the war in the northwest was just a small fight, and it was not worth doing it himself.

These days, he has spread the power of divine sense many times, went deep into Anxi, and explored the secrets of this city.

People in the world think that Anxi is just a small military town deep in the desert, but they don't know that it has a long history of 10 years. It was once the center of the human race and the place where many important events took place.

Moreover, this city is closely related to a person and a sword, and it cannot be underestimated.

The red-faced young man firmly believed that there were shocking secrets hidden in this city.

But after many days of investigation, only ruined bricks and tiles, and yellow sand in the old city can be seen.

"The city is empty, the people are dead, it seems that nothing is left."

The red-faced young man was a little melancholy, and then laughed sarcastically:

"Song Xuan, what's the point of your tossing around for 10 years and nothing in the end?"

"In this world, it's better to continue to let me control it!"

Between the words, a majestic aura as majestic as mountains and mountains was revealed, which was actually more majestic than King Jing Yi who had ruled Jing Kingdom for decades.

However, the next moment, the mountains collapsed, and the majestic momentum collapsed in an instant.

There was movement in the distance, and the red-faced young man was shocked and looked at Anxi in horror.

Electricity was generated in the clear sky, and the formation was suddenly torn apart.

The dilapidated isolated city resurfaced on the yellow sand desert, standing tenaciously, and the erosion of thousands of years of wind and sand could not make it fall down.

Above the isolated city, a white robe stepped out of the air and walked slowly towards Zhenxi City.

The wind blows the sleeves of the robe, making hunting noises.

There is a dazzling cold light flickering, that is the edge of the bronze long sword reflected by the setting sun.

When the red-faced young man saw this scene, there was no smile on his face.

"Why is Song Xuan still alive?"

"No, it's not Song Xuan, his appearance is wrong, his breath is wrong, it should be his reincarnation."

His eyes fell on the long bronze sword, and the corners of the red-faced youth's eyes couldn't help twitching slightly.

More than 100 years ago, it was this sword that cut off his head in Anxi!
Song Yun took a step of ten miles and volleyed to the top of Zhenxi City, ignoring the yelling and screaming of the guards and soldiers, and his eyes fell on the red-faced young man.

Seeing the young man's shocked and angry expression, the corners of Song Yun's mouth curled up slightly.

"Xia Qi, long time no see."

Daxia Emperor Qi was still alive, which didn't surprise him.

Because Xia Qi practiced the way of qi and blood, he had the same goal as the blood emperor Gu Ming in the barbaric era. His vitality was tenacious, and he could be reborn with a drop of blood.

Gu Ming was beheaded by Song Yun once, and then quietly reborn, and wanted to make trouble in Anxi, but was beheaded by Baidi Yin Han again.

Xia Qi's strength at his peak was stronger than Gu Ming's, and he controlled all the resources in the world, so it would not be difficult to revive him once.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"The whole army is assembled! Protect supplies!"

Amid the exclamation of a group of soldiers, Song Yun and Xia Qi faced each other quietly.

Although Xia Qi was shocked, he didn't feel afraid. When he came back to his senses, his eyes gradually revealed a fierce look.

The "Song Xuan" in his impression was not that strong, and he was only a peak martial sage back then. If it wasn't for the death-defying blow of the silver-armored heavenly king Jia Xuan, he, the emperor, would definitely have the last laugh.

Today is just the time to settle old accounts and get revenge!

Xia Qi slowly drew out the golden long sword at his waist. The sword was extraordinary in appearance, but it was incomparable to the long bronze sword surrounded by white mist.

All three of his imperial weapons are gone, the Shanhe Cauldron is still sealed in Yangcheng, the Seal of Destiny is shattered, and the Human Emperor Sword is taken away by Song Yun, and now there is only a mid-grade Heavenly Grade Xuanxing Golden Sword, which is barely usable.

But Xia Qi didn't show his timidity. Suddenly, his breath was released, and the vigorous energy and blood fluctuations spread out, revealing the profound cultivation base of the middle stage of immortality, which was not much worse than before.

In the past 100 years, he has spent most of his time restoring his realm. With the foundation he had back then, the recovery effect is very good.

Xia Qi smiled proudly and said:
"Didn't you think that I still have the [-]% success ability from back then. And you don't have Jia Xuan to help you."

"One on one, you are not my opponent!"

He suddenly drew out the saber, the blade moved forward, and the majestic power poured into it, and the solid aura swung away, turning into an arc of light and sweeping away through the air.

The violent airflow pushed away, and the whole city of Zhenxi was shaking. The soldiers around couldn't bear it, and fell to the side.

Song Yun only lowered his head slightly.

"Xia Qi, your biggest problem is that you like to underestimate your opponents. It was like that back then, and it's still the same now."

The bronze long sword slashed down, facing Dao Gang tit for tat, and the two came into contact at first glance.

puff!
It was as if a sharp blade had been cut into the tofu, and with a soft sound, the sharp and solid blade was broken from it!

This sword was unremarkable, without using any tricks, but it fell steadily all the way down, smashing Xia Qi's knife gang with all his strength, and then lightly landed on the Xuanxing golden knife.

The blade slanted slightly.

click-

The golden knife of the mid-level sky-rank broke in an instant!

Xia Qi swayed back violently, and forced himself to stand still, staring blankly at the half-cut golden knife in his hand, his wrist couldn't help shaking.

"Late stage of immortality? No, it's the peak of immortality!"

"How is it possible! 100 years ago, you were still in the realm of Martial Saints. How did you cultivate this?"

Song Yun laughed loudly, "You forgot, I am Emperor Xuan, I was at the peak 10 years ago!"

(End of this chapter)