One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 7 I'm Not Dead Yet

Cut the sky.

As the two words fell, the world was instantly torn apart.

Within twenty feet, more than a hundred streaks of fiery red sword energy as thick as the mouth of a bowl interweave into a net.

Suddenly, the sword energy expanded sixty feet outward.

The battlefield turned into a red cage, and hundreds of heavy armored cavalry charged forward were killed instantly. The end was even more miserable than five horses dismembering corpses. The wounds ran from the sky to the soles of the feet.

The infantry and shield soldiers who unfortunately came into contact with the sword energy seemed to have hit a piece of hot iron, and their bodies groaned.

"retreat!!"

The general was terrified, his voice trembled violently, and the extremely terrifying killing great sword, within the range of sight, was full of scarlet sword aura.

And Tuoba Weiyang almost fainted from fright, and ran away in a panic, but the horse couldn't move as if it was rooted.

At the last moment of her life, she saw the man standing against the wall, the majestic and vicissitudes of Kucha City, and the densely packed corpses.

A ray of sword energy surged towards her, red blood vessels popped out of her snow-white face instantly, wriggling like red worms, her proud long legs were cut off by the sword energy, and her heart was crushed into powder.

A journey that she thought she had a chance of winning has become her burial place.

boom!
The bronze sword suddenly broke into six pieces, as if it erupted for the last time, the blood-red sword energy expanded thirty feet outward, and the fleeing enemies died one after another.

An abyss suddenly opened up in the middle of the battlefield, and the yellow sand should not be approached, and the remaining sword energy would not disperse at the bottom of the abyss.

"The most domineering sword..." The general stood quietly on the horse like a sculpture, looked at the burning flesh and blood in his chest with a wry smile, and fell to the ground without a sound.

The battlefield filled with red sword energy gradually returned to a faint yellow color. At the moment when the sword power faded, hundreds of fish that slipped through the net were wounded and fled after all.

There was a dead silence outside the city, the loess was dense, everything gradually became blurred.

The barbarian flags that symbolized glory were soaked in the bloody sand, and there were entangled corpses everywhere, piled up like a hill.

The desert was so quiet, it was so quiet that Gu Changan felt as if he was in hell, he was finally able to lie down and rest.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, with severed limbs lying on the ground, and the man fell beside the city wall.

He was too tired and needed a long sleep, a long sleep that would never be disturbed by the world.

After an unknown amount of time, birds and crows were circling in the sky, wild wolves were feasting on the flesh and blood of corpses, and groups of black eagles swooped down to feast on it.

A black eagle stared at Gu Chang'an's body, spread its wings and landed beside him, its sharp claws were about to grab the neck.

"I'm not dead yet." Gu Changan opened his tired eyes, and gently flicked away the claws.

Hei Diao was afraid of the strong blood evil spirit, and rushed to the next target to eat.

Gu Changan struggled to get up and leaned against the city wall. The bloody hole in his chest had disappeared, leaving only a scar the size of a fingernail, which happened to be the shape of a fire seed.

"I can still live with a breath, I don't know if it's luck or sorrow." He tore off the tattered armor, and the white robe was dyed red like blood-colored sacrificial clothing.

Gu Chang'an probably understood the reason.

Killing the enemy becomes stronger, and with the destruction of the barbarian army with his own hands, he has vitality again.

And a spark was reborn in the body, this time it was not in the chest, but shifted to the shoulder bone.

Maybe one day it can reach the wrist, or be born directly in the sword, so that you don't have to kill yourself.

"It's a pity this sword."

The bronze sword that he was accustomed to smoothly fell apart, and Gu Changan's eyes were full of reluctance.

I don't know when, the old and weak women and children came to the gate of the city, and they all looked at the 20-year-old child with tears streaming down their faces.

The strong smell of blood pervaded the world, densely packed corpses piled up like mountains, the blood pooled into streams, and there was a terrifying fiery red abyss.

Chang'an fought against the barbarian army with his own strength. He stood firmly, with more than 2000 corpses behind him.

He is like the starlight in the long dark night, leading the lonely city through the darkest years.

"It's easy." Gu Changan looked at them indifferently.

"Chang'an..." the old man with a broken arm, with tears in his eyes, murmured looking up at the sky:

"There has never been God Bless Huaxia, there has never been Han Zuo Yongchang, it's just that someone is sticking to it..."

"Persevere, persevere, Shenzhou Central Plains, you are all ashamed of Gu Changan."

Looking at the corpses one after another, he felt sad and couldn't help himself.

It is such an outstanding feat to behead at least 2000 barbarians by one person. Chang'an should enjoy the praises of the world.

But now, this child is leaning against the city wall quietly, where did the red carpet ribbons come from, where did the firecrackers and drums come from.

Liu Shang, you must climb to Chang'an and tell the world that there is an isolated city here, and there is a 20-year-old boy named Gu Chang'an in the city.

"Grandpa Qin, carve a wooden sword for me, your skills are superb."

Gu Changan looked up at the thin, lame, white-haired old man in the crowd, who was also the only carpenter in Qiucha City.

The bronze sword is the same as the wooden sword, the power of the sword does not lie in the sword itself.

"Okay, okay..." The old carpenter said hello three times in a row, moved his lips hesitantly, and said in a mournful voice:

"Chang'an, when will this day end? You are too tired, you should leave the Western Regions."

Gu Chang'an got up and paced around. Even though he was wearing a blood-stained robe, his steps were still calm and elegant.

"Where do I get tired, killing enemies is like you doing carpentry, it's easy to get used to it."

After a pause, he spoke softly, perhaps awakening his exhausted mental will.

"Maybe one day, I will lose my courage and this lonely city will fall into the hands of barbarians, but not today."

"Maybe one day, Shenzhou collapses, and Chinese civilization will also be destroyed, but it is definitely not today."

"At least today, I will fight to the death to protect the fragile but indestructible faith."

"Born in Kucha and dying in Kucha, this is my mission, Gu Chang'an."

After speaking, he headed towards the watchtower as usual. For him, after killing a wave of barbarians, he had to start over and wait for the next wave of enemies.

"That's right, remember to pour blood into the abyss before burning the corpse."

He walked on the stone ladder at the top of the city and did not forget to remind the elders.

Nourishing the wooden sword with the blood of the enemy may be even more powerful.

In fact, through the movements of the enemy bandits wielding their weapons, he could see that this group of people possessed martial arts skills, which did not match the history in his memory.

History is probably turned upside down, but Gu Changan will still proceed in his own way.

"Brother Gu!!"

A girl with shofar braids ran over and spread out her tender palms like offering treasures. There were more than a dozen toffee lying quietly inside.

"I found it on the corpse, you have a taste." The girl raised her dark face, and when she laughed, her eyes narrowed.

The blood stains on the toffee were wiped clean, and there was still a faint fragrance, which should be the snacks carried by the princess.

Gu Changan put the toffee into his mouth, and it tasted sweet. He imitated the girl's movements and licked a few mouthfuls. It felt very funny, and the two looked at each other and laughed.

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