One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 35 Shenzhou's national fortune gathers a sword, kills the saint, kills the saint, and returns to the Central Plains with the spring breeze!
Chu country.

observatory.

The master stood on the base of the platform in a thong shirt, surrounded by white pigeons, staring blankly at the priestly robed girl.

The sky-peeping talisman split apart, the hexagram flag was crumbling, and a ray of light gathered in the girl's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

With a tired face, she rubbed the center of her brows, "Overshadowed by heavenly secrets, there is chaos."

The master shook his head, and said weakly: "If the news from Zhao Guo is true, Gu Chang'an will be in danger."

In fact, he also knew that the spies carefully cultivated by Zhao Guo couldn't make fun of this kind of news.

"Master, the Central Plains can only watch the fire from the other side..." Li Ping's eyes were confused. Could it be that Gu Chang'an will never wait for reinforcements in his life?

The elegant old man paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, whispering softly:

"A helping hand must be given."

Then he looked serious:
"Do you still remember the sword of national destiny of the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces on the battlefield of Western Shu?"

Li Ping was thoughtful. At that time, each of the three countries took a ray of national fortune and condensed a sword to resist the barbarian saints, but the effect was not satisfactory. They only persisted for half a stick of incense before they were turned into dust.

"The sword of national destiny can cross Shenzhou in an instant, because Gucheng is the territory of the Central Plains, it will fall into the hands of Gu Changan."

After a while, the Master added:
"It is his obsession to stick to the territory, and it may be able to explode with great power and create miracles."

His words were no longer firm, more like he was perfunctory himself.

Li Ping remained silent. The power of the Sword of Fortune had already been proven, even the peak drive of an enlightened person could not shake a saint.

The observatory fell into dead silence for a while.

Both sides are very clear that this move cannot make up for the disparity in strength, but that China should do something.

To be more cruel, before dying, let Gu Changan feel the warmth of the people of China, and pass away without regret.

The master swiped the ink and wrote quickly, and the six white pigeons flew in all directions with the secret letter in their mouths.

"I'll go and convince His Majesty." He lowered his arms quietly, and Yukong stepped out of the observatory.

Li Ping pursed her lips and stared at the sky in a trance. She thought that any story with ups and downs should have a happy ending instead of a tragic one.

……

Soochow.

Royal study.

A snow-white old man with crouching silkworm eyebrows and a serious hunchback stood with his back on his back, the end of which still had scorched marks.

"Mr. Qin, what bad idea did the master of the academy come up with!" Emperor Wu jumped up and angrily said:
"The fortune of the country concerns every household in Jiangdong, so don't be careless!"

"Your Majesty, those who hold salaries for everyone must not let them freeze to death in the wind and snow." Duke Qin's voice was low.

"Can you guarantee that Gu Chang'an will survive?" Wu Di blushed and stared at him for a while:
"They all thought I was cowardly and selfish. If Gu Chang'an could be saved with one sword, I would have no hesitation!"

"It's just an insignificant strand." Duke Qin reminded in a low voice.

"I don't agree!" Emperor Wu resolutely asked,

"What chance does Gu Chang'an have of surviving under the hands of the saint?"

"Less than half." Duke Qin answered truthfully. He understood the emperor's stubbornness, but there were some things that had to be done, just like Anxi's heroic spirit who had persisted for 63 years without retreating a single step.

"There is no one in Chengdu, and Shenzhou is betting on the country's fortune?" Wu Didun felt that the master of the academy was making trouble for no reason.

"His Majesty!"

The only martial arts sage in Soochow has a serious expression, and his tone is rarely accentuated:

"This loss of national fortune is nothing compared to the defeat in the battle of the Western Regions?"

"If you win, the luck of the country will skyrocket!"

"The fact that Gu Chang'an is alive can make the generals of the Central Plains more motivated to fight."

"When depression and failure enveloped the Central Plains, it was he who blew the horn of struggle alone. Maybe he didn't have the ability to govern the world, but for the Central Plains, he did everything he could."

Looking at the red-faced and passionate Duke Qin, Emperor Wu turned his head and whispered:
"There must be rules for every major event, and it must be done step by step, not reaching the sky in one step."

"Let me think about it for a while before making a decision."

Qin Gong was expressionless: "Could it be that your majesty wants to see the six kingdoms come together, so Soochow is the only one?"

Emperor Wu's expression was stiff, he was afraid of being a maverick, he didn't want to send troops to the Western Regions but he was forced to be coerced into it.

A sword of national luck will definitely not save Gu Changan, but the people of the Central Plains don't think so, they will definitely be caused by Soochow Wu's sidelines, and then...

"I'm going to do woodwork, Jiangdong Sheji is up to you!" Emperor Wu shook his robe sleeves angrily, and left the imperial study angrily.

The wooden pavilions and bridges in the garden are all sawn and carved by himself, and they are regarded as treasures.

"Bring the portrait of Gu Chang'an." Emperor Wu looked at the personal eunuch, his anger gradually subsided, and he sighed:

"I will carve a puppet and keep it as a souvenir."

"Throughout the annals of history, most heroes end badly, and it is the saddest to die on the eve of victory."

"So I never want to be a hero."

……

Scarlet lonely city.

The white-haired and red-robed man sat on the top of the wall, his feet dangling in the air. He picked up a piece of shortbread, looked at it in front of his eyes, took a small bite, and chewed slowly.

"Is it the taste of my childhood?" Qin Carpenter held the wilted peach blossom branch in his arms, and only three peach blossom petals remained on the branch.

"En." Gu Changan nodded, a flash of nostalgia flashed in his clear eyes.

"Hey..." Qin Carpenter grinned.

Since Mrs. Guo passed away, no one knows how to make this kind of Chang'an shortbread. It happened that the old woman of the royal family knew a thing or two last time, and he learned a skill before leaving.

"Chang'an, let's make it through!" Qin Carpenter's chapped face was full of smiles. The Central Plains should come to take over the territory soon. After more than 60 years of perseverance, the moment of handover will finally come.

Gu Changan stared at the end of the yellow sand roll, immediately put down the shortbread, and urged:

"Hide, hurry!!"

Without waiting for Grandpa Qin to ask, he jumped down the wall, dragging him. Carpenter Qin knew that he was a burden, so he staggered to call the women and children to hide in the underground cave.

With no peach blossom branches in front of his eyes, Gu Changan's mind was about to explode, and a burst of pain destroyed his short-lived clear consciousness.

He walked out of the house with jumping steps.

Thirty miles away from home, a purple-brown vulture swooped head-on, its wings folded in layers, like a crabapple flower that I had never seen before.

"What does this city look like, a milestone."

The visitor had a black hat and black robe, brown eyes and thick beard, and the beard under the chin was neatly trimmed without any mess.

He Liandian, the evil begonia, stepped into the holy realm six years ago.

He stared at the young man who turned the holy city upside down by himself. The four and a half lotus petal imprints on his forehead indicated that he only had four years of life left.

The cause and effect of the relic ultimate move arranged by the Buddha before his death is unresolved, but it is a pity that the gods can't wait so long.

"Are you going to destroy my home?" Gu Changan remained motionless, thirty feet away from the vulture.

"Your home?" Heliandian smiled decently, showing a kind of elegance from top to bottom, and said softly:
"All within the sun and the moon is the sacred land, and sooner or later it will belong to the empire, so come and get it now."

After stroking the vulture, his figure floated to the ground, his five fingers slowly clenched into fists, and a wave of saintly power spread.

"Please." He smiled unabated.

In the line of sight, the scarlet wood sword came rushing out of the sky, and seeing this strange aura for the first time was indeed shocking.

Like a crime that is far more cruel than killing, it can strip the soul out, leaving people with nowhere to hide their thoughts.

The bloody sword aura advanced layer by layer, and at the moment when the netting landed, Helian Dian tapped his toes sharply, and the loess in a radius of three miles was overturned, which showed the rapidity of the forward momentum.

boom!
A clean punch hit the sword net heavily, the erosive air mechanism collapsed and disappeared, the yellow sand creaked, and everything returned to calm.

Seeing the poor maniac rooted to the spot, still standing steadily, Helian Dian's punches increased even more, and he smiled faintly:
"There are three tricks for you, and there are two more tricks."

A saint has his own arrogance, no matter how urgent the imperial decree is, he believes in his fist.

"You haven't been baptized by spiritual energy, so naturally you can't see through your cultivation. It is speculated that you should be above the great master and below the enlightened one."

"Please."

He Liandian's expression was understated, and he made a gesture with his hands behind his back.

Destroying a hero with your own hands is a kind of honor, and it is also the most worth showing off for the rest of your life!
The world despises bullying the weak, but how can a lunatic be a weak person?Coming to this bloody lonely city is enough to bring unprecedented shock, which is the most powerful symbol of the dark powerhouse.

His white hair fluttered in the wind, Gu Changan's eyes were still clear, but his subconscious mind reminded him that if he didn't get rid of the thieves, his family would soon be gone.

"Go away!"

The sky suddenly fell with goose feather heavy snow, the snowflakes only covered the ground where he was standing, covering Gu Changan's ankles, and the crystal clear ice edge reflected the long sword in the sky that was becoming more and more blood red.

"Vision..." He Liandian's smile gradually disappeared, and a vision was triggered below the saint. He deeply understood that he had encountered a peerless freak.

He flicked his knees slightly, and jumped up like a black fox preying on a snowy field.

The distance was quickly shortened, and the blood sword's killing aura soared several times. Gu Chang'an's seven orifices were bleeding, and his wrist shook with a sword swing, picking up snowflakes and yellow sand from the blade of the sword, and accurately hitting the black hat and black robe.

In an instant, He Liandian's consciousness was muddled, but relying on his strong internal strength, he regained consciousness in an instant.

If it is an ordinary enlightened person, I am afraid that he will go directly to bow to the blood sword to accept the grace and face death.

His thoughts turned sharply, his fist had already touched the skirt of the red robe, collided deeply, and immediately exploded a huge blood hole.

The shadow of the fist was dim, making the outside of the city as bright as night.

Gu Chang'an flew upside down, his body was very embarrassed, and he hit the loess pile, overturning the severed head and limbs that hadn't been cleaned up a few years ago.

He was bleeding all over, his heart seemed to be smashed by a hammer bit by bit, and there was pain in his chest everywhere.

boom!
He Liandian took a few steps back, staring blankly at his arm, the sleeve of his robe was cut to pieces, revealing a scar from the sword qi.

"There is one more trick!" He smiled reluctantly, this battle is not perfect anymore.

Gu Changan wanted to stand up with the sword, but he didn't have any strength in his limbs. He was more afraid of losing his home than the pain of smashing his bones.

Seeing the lunatic's movements of turning his head back and forth, as well as his frightened and pale face, He Liandian suddenly fell silent. This kind of spiritual belief is really terrifying.

"Let go of your obsessions. The decline of the Central Plains cannot be saved by you. If unity can achieve anything, what do you want God to do?"

"The Frankish Empire and the Byzantine Empire in the distant lands, the Sassanian Dynasty in the west of the Western Regions, and the Mobei Turks, which ones do not have a glorious and long history, do not still submit to the authority of the abyss."

"The tenacious resistance of Dongtu Shenzhou will not help, it will be sooner or later."

"History is written by the victors. When the civilization of China is gone, future generations can make up whatever they want."

"A traitor from the Central Plains, defending the territory for the empire, is worthy of praise!"

He Liandian's voice was magnificent, and of course he didn't need to be wordy when dealing with ants, but facing such a legend, it was really frustrating not to say a few words before saying goodbye.

Seeing that the other party had been staring at the bloody city wall, with unprecedented loss in his eyes, He Liandian lost the desire to talk again, and smiled slightly:

"I'm done talking."

"The truth is in the fist."

……

at the same time.

Chang'an Taimiao.

The female emperor's eyes were red, watching the Dragon Qi of the Tang Dynasty disappear at the end of the dusk.

She couldn't stand anymore, leaning on the window sill with her elbows, a teardrop fell without warning.

"Your Majesty..." Pei Jingshu stepped forward to help her, her face was also pale.

If Gu Changan is the hero of the Central Plains, then he is the spiritual pillar of Datang, and also a bright light for His Majesty's confused future.

It was knowing the existence of Gu Chang'an, an isolated city, that awakened the fighting spirit that could only be seen in her when His Majesty first ascended the throne.

As for Gu Changan, who shed the last drop of blood for the Great Tang, he did not wait for reinforcements until his death, and did not see the hope of victory in the Central Plains.

"I'm fine." Li Wan closed his eyes to calm down his painful emotions, and when he opened them, he was full of murderous intent, "Whoever killed you, I will skin him and cramp him sooner or later, and the corpse will kneel in front of your grave!"

"Decree, the army will swear to go out tomorrow!"

"Yes." Pei Jingshu left quietly, knowing that His Majesty wanted to be alone.

Yanmen Pass is the birthplace of Heavenly Spiritual Qi coming down to Shenzhou. At this moment, the seven dragon Qis gather together, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, and the vision surges.

In just a moment, it condensed into a seven-color long sword, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.

But this sword did not make the eyes of anyone who practiced in the pass feel stinging, but made them intoxicated.

The Sword of Central Plains!

Li Bai's heroic words in the past are now realized on the blade of the sword——

Will enter the wine, you will never see Tang Li Bai If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up in the sky, and it will never return to the sea!

The sword energy reflects the Yellow River, the Yangtze River, and the Great Wall of Five Sacred Mountains, as if it covers the land of China, but it seems that there is nothing.

There is no wonder in the world like this.

In an instant, a sword crossed the sky and soared into Yumen Pass at a speed that the naked eye could not catch.

"Are you going to show off to the barbarians in the Western Regions War?" A swordsman was eager to try.

Unexpectedly, a martial artist of the Gongsun royal family expressed grief and roared sharply:

"I will recommend Xuanyuan with my blood, and swear to avenge Gu Chang'an to the death!"

There was a dead silence in the Yanmen pass, and the atmosphere gradually became depressed amidst countless horrified eyes.

"It's a barbarian sage..." Gongsun Wuzhe looked up to the sky and sighed, feeling a strong sense of powerlessness all over his body.

How many people from the Central Plains will become saints in the future and have the ability to avenge Gu Changan?
You can only kill a few more wild dogs on the battlefield! !
Everyone's faces were in harmony, this sword represented the Seven Kingdoms, and even more so, the common people of Shenzhou, to give it to Gu Chang'an...

go to him...

Condolences.

Back then on the Western Shu battlefield, the power of this sword could not shake a saint. Gu Changan was not yet 24 years old. He could slaughter thousands of armies by relying on his natural will, but the gap between heaven and earth is irreversible.

Zhongyuan can only use this method to make him feel less regretful in the spirit of the sky, and feel a little warmth and comfort.

……

at the same time.

The brilliance exploded, the sage's vision of heaven and earth hung high in the air, the hazy sky and earth became clear, and the choking smell of dust became clear, and the fist was so bright.

Gu Changan pierced the fire in his arm, and the blood sword surged up again to kill Weili, but before it fell, he saw a sword.

He Liandian also noticed the sword of national destiny, and stopped the direction of his fist abruptly, turning to the colorful sword.

boom!
In the violent collision, the seven-colored sword body was crumbling, and it flew towards the territory of the isolated city without cracking in the dim light.

The back of He Liandian's hand was rubbed with bloodstains, and a few drops of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but he was still smiling and kept standing gracefully.

He could smash the lunatic with one punch just now, but he was inevitably injured by the Guoyun sword.

Instant decision, or to prepare for the fourth move, there is no need to injure the mortal.

Human nature is basically like this, Zhe Lansu dare not put all his eggs in one basket to waste his troops, Yue Jiuling does not want to implicate the Nine Clans and hides his cover, Hu Yanshou does not want to lose power and steps into the underworld step by step.

Things in the world are often just a difference of thought.

Gu Changan stared blankly at the colorful sword, just like when he was a child, he often looked at the east and always prayed for hope. His soul told himself that when hope came, he should hold it.

He pushed out his bloody palm, and the seven-colored sword hilt fell perfectly, without a slight difference.

The white-haired red robe slightly tilted his other arm, wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, and stood up again.

He Liandian closed his eyes and gathered his momentum silently. He still had the chance to win, just like a graceful smile on his face.

"Do you know what the most beautiful thing in the world is?" Gu Changan's voice was hoarse. He remembered saying this sentence once, but it seemed he had never said it.

"It's pure, it's the ultimate, it's the deepest obsession."

"I hold beauty."

Simultaneously waved two swords.

It seems to have taken away all the brilliance between heaven and earth, and the countless good fortunes in nature.

The colorful light and the bloody black mist are intertwined, presenting a strange color sword curtain.

The wind howled, and Gu Changan's white hair fluttered.

He opened his arms, and his red sleeves fluttered in the wind.

His blood gushes continuously from his body's acupoints.

His aura swept wildly towards the surrounding desert.

"This sword, the empire has tried..."

He Liandian's five fingers were slowly clenched, and the energy in his body was like a collapsed dam, continuously gushing out.

After a pause, he smiled meaningfully:
"But so!"

Half of the sky turned dark, rumbling and rolling, all the power of heaven and earth gathered in one punch.

boom!
One sword wears the world and kills, one sword ages boundless, two swords cut at the same time...

vulture!

He Liandian realized the absurd behavior of the lunatic at the moment when he slammed into Gu Chang'an's chest. He finally lost his elegance and bumped into Gu Chang'an with a ferocious expression.

Gu Changan flew upside down for more than a hundred feet, his heart was broken, his limbs were shattered, only his muscles and bones were left hanging, and blood oozed from his pores.

He couldn't restrain his excitement like a child who won a bet, and he laughed unscrupulously:
"Why don't you have a long memory, hit me like this, I can't die, you should smash my head!"

He Liandian struggled to stand still, the fleeing vulture was chopped into four pieces, and the abyss baby who had been with him for three years was just like this lifeless.

"Hannu, you should die!!"

His expression was extremely embarrassing, and the holy power came again, but he saw the extremely horrifying scene in an instant.

The white-haired and red-robed man stood up slowly, his energy flowed back up like a dead tree in spring, and even the blood that hadn't dripped flowed back into his body again, and his chest was healed with the naked eye.

"I am stronger at killing the enemy." Gu Changan smiled even more, showing off like a child.

The two swords are in the air, and the colorful sword is also the most perfect obsession he sticks to in his heart.

As if struck by lightning, Helian Dian frantically wanted to gather the holy power again, but with the release of the last punch, the holy power was exhausted a lot.

He was deceived?

A lunatic will also make a fuss?

For some reason, he felt that an invisible noose had been wrapped around his neck, and the aura around him had gradually become cruel.

"Kill!" He Liandian rose up in the air, this time he swung his fist with his right arm, and there were countless afterimages wherever he passed.

But the two swords, one left and one right, straddle the front, coming at nearly opposite speeds, and the colorful swords cut towards the fist like thousands of sword qi.

"Get out!" He Liandian shifted, the corner of his robe barely avoiding the colorful sword, but the greatest sense of crisis so far came to his mind.

Raising his head suddenly, he slashed down with the killing blood sword. He no longer had the internal strength to resist, and could only watch helplessly as his body was pierced through.

The world is silent.

"Laughing?" The figure covered in blood staggered over and looked at him innocently.

He Liandian wriggled his fingers, life was passing and dying, he couldn't figure out how to create a record that would shock the past and the present.

I am hanging on the pillar of shame.

"Why don't you laugh!" Gu Changan stuffed his heart and lungs back into his stomach, vomiting blood while talking.

"Take away all the national fortunes of the Central Plains, you open the gate of heaven!!"

He Liandian roared before dying, this is the most terrifying monster in the world, he can completely detach himself and become a land god.

"Central Plains..." Gu Changan murmured to himself, and turned to look at the top of the city, "That should be my home too, how could I destroy it?"

He picked up the colorful sword, looked at the dying house thief, and cursed angrily:
"You're so annoying, I'll hack you to death, once with a sword, and then with another sword!"

Gu Changan slashed at the corpse, and then was really exhausted. He lay down in the blood and closed his eyes to rest, talking in a rambling manner:
"Go back, go back, I will take good care of the house."

……

Beiliang, Yumen Pass.

Zhang Yifang was still stationed at the watchtower as usual, except for the time when Liu Shang was sent off, he never left his post.

"With us defending against the enemy at the border, it will save the people in our hometown from defending against the enemy at the door."

"In the decisive battle in the Western Regions, we will be the vanguard, are you afraid?"

With a serious expression, he looked around at the faces of soldiers guarding the border.

"Not afraid!"

"The family hates the country, the enemy does not retreat, and I will not retreat!"

The soldiers are sonorous and powerful.

Who is not afraid of death, but in order to protect the remains of ancestors and fellow villagers, death will become noble.

"Okay!" Zhang Yifang nodded heavily, and said sharply:

"Liangzhou has many righteous men since ancient times, and their generous and tragic songs will go down in history!"

Suddenly.

He raised his head.

The generals on the frontier raised their heads one after another.

A seven-colored sword flew over, and there was a miserable corpse hanging from the blade!

What a terrifying and shocking scene is this?
A sword hung over the corpse and flew out of Yumen Pass.

"That... that seems to be the aura of a saint?" Zhang Yifang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt a strong remnant of holy power in the corpse.

Killing a saint with one sword?

how can that be! !
The rest of the generals were mediocre, and they couldn't see the appearance of the corpse clearly, but the colorful sword was fleeting. When passing through Liangzhou, the tip of the sword fell down, and the ray of national fortune returned to Beiliang.

Ruan Xian stood on the top of the mountain, his figure swayed slightly, and his eyes were filled with shock beyond measure.

Kill the saint!

……

Yanmen Pass.

Countless warriors cultivated with their legs crossed, but when they thought of the death of a peerless hero, the flames of hatred for the barbarians burst out in their eyes.

Gu Changan has been supporting himself in the darkness for so long, it is almost dawn! !

The barbarian dog is like this, always thinking that it can destroy the spirit of Huaxia, but the flames have already started a prairie fire, and Gu Changan's spirit has long been imprinted on the land of Shenzhou.

On the stairs of the Great Wall, Gongsun Ge suddenly opened his eyes, looking into the distance.

Far above the sky, suddenly six colors filled the air, and a sword came to the east, spilling blood from corpses.

In a trance, he thought it was an illusion, the face of the hateful Haitang was definitely not fake, when the six-color sword was getting closer, he smiled abruptly and his face was wrinkled.

Gongsun Ge looked around Yanmen Pass and said loudly:

"Gu Chang'an of the Central Plains, kill the saint today!!"

It was as low as thunder, and it reverberated between the heaven and the earth.

Countless warriors raised their heads subconsciously, a sword flew over their heads, and a few drops of blood fell on their hair tips, faces, and palms.

They seemed to have witnessed the most incredible scene in the world, and they all fell silent.

Until the six-color sword disappeared, countless people were excited, and their eyes turned red.

"Gu Chang'an of the Central Plains, kill the saint today!"

"Gu Chang'an of the Central Plains, kill the saint today!"

The sound shook the sky, like heaven and man beating drums, like the earth collapsing, and Yanmen Pass was completely boiling!

……

Chang'an City.

Royal study.

The Empress's eyes were empty and her cheeks were haggard:
"I carried the coffin out to fight, and vowed to bring Gu Chang'an back in a dignified way. I am ashamed of him, ashamed of his suffering in those years."

"Your Majesty, there may be a miracle." Pei Jingshu carefully tried to persuade her, but she herself felt like a knife was piercing her heart.

Guilt not only tormented His Majesty, but also tormented the people of the Tang Dynasty. Knowing that Gu Changan had endured so much despair, the feeling of powerlessness was too painful.

"A miracle, I also hope for a miracle." The empress seemed to be talking to herself, and suddenly she slapped the case, her eyes froze:

"A miracle has come."

Pei Jingshu was confused, and even thought that His Majesty was insane, but His Majesty rushed out of the imperial study like crazy.

When she also walked out, she happened to see the hilt of the sword hanging over the Taimiao, which turned into the fate of the country and landed.

And that half of the four-color sword hangs a dead body with a ferocious face and protruding brown eyes.

"He did it!" Pei Jingshu squatted on the ground suddenly, all the pressure was released heartily.

Just like the endless barbarians attacking the city, Gu Chang'an stood there without retreating a step, no matter what enemy, no matter what despair, he still stood beside the flag.

"Slay the Saint!" The empress had tears in her eyes, but she smiled like a flower for a moment.

……

Jiangdong.

Sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Emperor Wu was concentrating on carving puppets.

"Your Majesty, he won!"

The hunched and white-browed Qin Gong jumped down from the eaves.

Emperor Wu frowned deeply. Although Duke Qin had the right to enter and leave the palace at will, he didn't want the other party to fly past the nine palaces.

"Gu Chang'an kills the saint!!" Qin Gong's face was rosy, and it was the only thing that could make him lose control of his emotions in decades.

Although excited about Anxi's heroic soul guarding the territory of the Central Plains, after all, it is only heard, and the impact will be greatly reduced.

But he was the one who handed out the Soochow National Games, which is equivalent to indirectly participating in this battle. The horror of beheading the saint can penetrate the soul.

Emperor Wu was so frightened that the wooden carving fell off, he had an unbelievable expression on his face:
"I just sculpted the eyes, nose and ears..."

suddenly.

He finally noticed the changes in the national destiny, and a ray of national destiny returned to Jiangdong, and even faintly increased a lot because of beheading the enemy.

"Here we come." Duke Qin raised his head and watched.

A sword galloped towards him, only a small half of the three colors remained, but the corpse was still hanging firmly, the blood no longer fell, and the remaining prestige of the saint was almost nonexistent.

"Evil Begonia?" Emperor Wu was dumbfounded, his heart beating violently like a drum.

Qin Gong nodded and repeated:
"Gu Chang'an kills the saint!"

Emperor Wu suddenly waved his arm, and finally he looked like a domineering emperor. He roared excitedly:
"Mother, my blood is boiling!!"

"The fate of China is gathered in one sword, and one sword advances to the Western Regions. Gu Chang'an kills the saint!"

"The so-called saint is nothing more than a chicken and a dog."

Qin Gong's expression was slightly stiff.

"I'm not talking about you..." Emperor Wu hurriedly explained, incoherent due to over-excitement:
"The barbarian saint has a false name and is vulnerable!"

Qin Gong smiled and said softly:
"Your Majesty, Gu Chang'an has never owed the people of the Central Plains."

Emperor Wu lowered his arms in embarrassment, and Duke Qin also learned to be yin and yang.

He felt ashamed at the moment, if it wasn't for Mr. Qin's good words to persuade him, he would really be reluctant to sacrifice a sliver of national fortune.

But Gu Changan was so rare, he returned to Jiangdong after beheading the barbarian saint, and even gave him a little extra.

"Before the Battle of the Western Regions, the Central Plains will be full of fighting spirit!" Emperor Wu said loudly, and Gu Chang'an once again spread the Chinese spirit throughout the land of China.

Can't kill the saint at the age of 24?
Nothing is impossible!
Qin Gong smiled and nodded.

This battle not only frustrates the arrogance of the abyss, but also shakes the confidence of the barbarian generals. Before the war, the most taboo is instability of the army.

It's Gu Chang'an again!
When I go to Kucha City in person, I must have a drink with him!
……

"Walking across the Central Plains with a sword, take a look at the prosperity of the world."

The master stands in the tall building of the academy, silently watching the sword of national destiny turn to Xishu, and will eventually return to nothingness in Zhao State.

A sword circled the land of China!
"The most talented astrologer in the world is crying?" He turned to look at the Taoist robed girl.

Li Ping wiped away the tears and said in a hoarse voice:
"Whenever I look back on this scene, tears well up in my eyes."

Slay the saint with the sword, and hang the corpse around Shenzhou!

The Seven Kingdoms tacitly handed out a sword just to mourn and pay homage, making the hero's soul smile at Jiuquan. Who would have guessed that Gu Chang'an would kill the evil Begonia?

Don't even dare to think about it!

It is an unprecedented miracle that will bring unparalleled shock!
At the moment of the great war, the dead body of the Evil Begonia is of great significance to the Central Plains!
It endows Chinese generals with courage and desire for victory!
"Is Gu Chang'an still alive?" The master stared at her for a moment.

"It's okay, I'm just dying." Li Ping smiled. She carried a sky-watching talisman with her, and she had already imprinted the traces on the talisman after frequent divination.

She was silent suddenly, bowing her head in shame.

The master was also silent.

He looked at the passionate and excited academy students, and at the countless passionate men who chanted "Slaying the Holy Spirit".

Since when did it start, is it okay to be dying?

……

Bang!

The Man Emperor slammed the things at his side against the surrounding walls, and he clenched his fists and smashed it on the round table with all his strength until it was dripping with blood.

The twelve judges were silent, with deep complaints hidden in their eyes.

The Empire is disgraced again!

This time I'm afraid it will also cause public resentment!
The majestic saint of the abyss, whose corpse was exposed in the east, visiting the land of Shenzhou with a sword hanging his corpse, is tantamount to humiliation for the empire!
And bear the responsibility, only under the crown of the gods.

It was he who instructed the evil Haitang to go to the lonely city to cut the weeds and root them out. He killed them, but the ones who died were not the Han slaves.

"How could he kill the saint..."

"impossible!!"

The Mandi roared hysterically, his eyes filled with unbearable hatred.

boom!
The gate of the temple was kicked open, and the abyss messenger and the old monster of the Tuoba clan came in coldly.

"Do you know what the Central Plains saying is called?"

"The emperor's life is not necessarily more valuable than the life of a martial artist."

"To put it bluntly, a dog can also be the throne, but it is difficult to find a saint among 500 million people."

The messenger's face was expressionless, and his tone was cold.

"I didn't expect the sword of the Eastern Land's fate..." The Man Emperor drank his blood and went mad with hatred.

The envoy glanced at the old Tuoba monster, and then said indifferently:

"Abyss only cares about the result. If you lose the battle of the Western Regions, you will not only abdicate, but also wait to be killed!"

The blurred face under the mask of the Mandi Emperor was completely ferocious. If Abyss thought that the Evil Begonia might die, he would have dissuaded him a long time ago. His indifference would only prove that no one believes that Han Nu can survive.

Now that it happened, he has to bear the responsibility? ?

The twelve judges looked at each other, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

First it was the old dog Zhelan who defected, and then the old witch Yue Jiuling. The two couldn't help themselves and dragged Hu Yanshou into the water. Why did Mianxia seem to be the fourth to take over?
In an instant, they put the absurd thoughts behind them, how could things in the world be so outrageous.

boom!
The blond old man slammed his fist on the round table and suddenly said angrily:

"The battle of the Western Regions must be won cleanly. During your reign, the luck of the empire dropped sharply. I hope you will be ashamed of it!"

Everyone in the world knew that Gu Changan was the reason why Emperor Mandi remained motionless, but was his excuse useful?
Only practical action.

"Don't embarrass Tuoba anymore!" The old monster with the golden mask cursed and followed the blond old man to leave the bronze palace.

Abyss is already analyzing this battle. The negligence of Haitang of Evil is the important reason, and the sword of the national fortune is the decisive factor.

"Why is the martyr of the old world so weird? He has not accepted the baptism of the new world." The masked old monster's tone was half confused and half angry.

"Anatomy, there is nowhere to hide any secrets!" The blond old man's voice was stern.

shame!

The shame of the abyss empire!

(End of this chapter)