Nightfall Chapter 50: Between the sky and the earth, is Tang Xiaotang
Chen Pipi knelt and sat beside Ye Su, looking at the white smoke, with a slightly distressed expression.
For him, the news of Ye Hongyu’s death also means a lot of things, childhood memories, and life in Guanli, which come to an abrupt end, and there are no more companions to share. At the same time, it means the tragedy of father and son against their goals.
"Not the end."
He was silent for a moment, and then said: "As long as you live, everything is possible, so why go?"
While speaking, the strong from Xiling Temple has already been killed. No matter how pious the Protestant believers, it is impossible to slow down the pace of these people, they just shed blood.
Chen Pipi stood behind Ye Su and began to pack his bags. He is now a waste of snow-capped mountains and seas. He can't participate in the battle, but he appears calm and confident.
After leaving Linkang City, this situation has happened many times. They can break through the block of Xiling Temple every time. He believes that today will be no exception, even if the white smoke has already risen.
Because he believed she could protect the brother from leaving.
The position where Tang Xiaotang stood, before him and Ye Su.
The disciples of the sword pavilion are fighting with those strong in the Taoist sect, and blood is swayed from time to time in the sword light.
She just stood in front of Ye Su and Chen Pipi, did not go anywhere else, holding an iron rod, and when someone came, she smashed it with a stick, accompanied by thunderous crashes, and the enemy spurted blood. fly.
She is not a big husband.
But when she was locked up, no one could pass.
Looking at this Demon Sect woman who was wearing a thin cotton-padded coat and who was not a young girl in the next year but still combed her ponytails like a girl, Xiao Yu's eyes showed strong hostility. More is shocking.
She understands Tang Xiaotang’s hostility very well. She is just puzzled. She has been strayed for thousands of miles. The Protestant people have struggled to survive under the chasing of Taoism. The strong man who really relied on is Tang Xiaotang. How did she survive? Where did the injuries she suffered? How much power is there in that small body?
Tang Xiaotang is indeed very tired.
In these days after leaving Linkang City, she led the crowd to break through the four lines of defense of the Xiling Temple. She encountered 21 battles. She killed 371 strong temples. Fourteen injuries-no matter if the battle is dangerous or flat. She is the master. Regardless of the injury, she was bleeding.
She persevered, did not fall, and brought Ye Su and Chen Pipi, a pair of snow-capped brothers. The thicker the mountains. Travel a thousand miles. Came to the capital of Song State.
She is extremely exhausted, she is crumbling, but she still beats people with an iron rod. Standing in the audience, singing this beautiful play, no one can go beyond one step.
The sword broke the man and the horseshoe was in chaos. Several of the Song State cavalry who raided the high platform from the oblique side took advantage of the chaos.
Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly bright, the cyan Taoist robe floated slightly in the morning light, and the Taoist sword in his hand turned into a straight line, piercing the morning wind and chill, and instantly came to Tang Xiaotang's body.
The cultivator's swords are all flying swords, but her swords are not separated from the hands, wrists and elbows are also a section of the line.
From Ke Haoran to Liu Bai, the history of kendo has changed. The true swordsman will not let the sword leave his hand easily, especially when facing real powerful enemies.
The sword's edge is cold, reflecting the remnant snow on the ground of the square, piercing Tang Xiaotang's eyes.
Tang Xiaotang didn't close his eyes or blinked, staring at the Taoist sword that seemed to come with the flavor of salty and wet sea, feeling the hidden sea, rain and wind in it, and silently waved his stick.
Faced with Xiao Yu, who knew her fate, she didn't keep her hands, her petite body turned into a hot stone, and the Mingzong exercises squeezed every trace of power in her body and put all her money on that iron rod.
The iron rod in her hand was originally a knife. It was a sacred item of the Demon Sect-the **** giant knife. In the first battle in Chang'an, Yu Lian used this knife to cut off the master's rainbow, and the blood knife was melted. Become an iron rod.
She joined the academy, worshiped Yu Lian as a teacher, and became the third-generation master sister of the academy. After that, the iron rod has been held in her hand-it looks like an iron rod, but in essence it is still a knife. The meaning of the sword is hidden deep in it, once digging the sky steps in the cliff of the back mountain, and once smashing the chessboard with the sound of the sky, once in the Guangming Festival, killing the Xiling Temple cavalry in a chaotic group on the Taoshan, killing the heroes sideways , Did not dare to move, and once cut cabbage in the ruined alley.
At this time, the iron rod swung out again with all its strength. Even if Xiaoyu's Taoist sword brought Haiyutianfeng, it was suddenly broken. Thousands of raindrops disappeared, and the flexible Tianfeng was cut into countless pieces.
The Dao Sword leaned slightly and pierced Tang Xiaotang's left shoulder, then picked it up sharply.
On Tang Xiaotang's still tender and beautiful face, his expression remained unchanged, and the iron rod moved on.
Xiao Yu snorted, his eyes flashed with palpitations, and he swept back quickly, the sword in his hand was bent and deformed, his pale face was covered with abnormal blush, and blood accumulated in his throat.
Only the moment she met, she was defeated and injured.
The sword was broken but not broken, and the terrifying vigor followed the sword and landed on Xiao Yu's body. It immediately knocked her into the air, passing by the crowd below, and falling towards the rear.
Tang Xiaotang didn't close her hand, and stepped on the ground with his soles, and crushed the surrounding 17 blue bricks. Her body suddenly vacated, chasing and killing her like a flying stone, and the iron rod in her hand hit her chest.
Looking at this scene, many priests and deacons, frightened, with a look of fear, rushed towards Xiaoyu's landing place. For a while, several waves of water were arched in the crowded sea of people in the square.
Xiao Yu is the relative daughter of Xing Hai, and the most trusted subordinate of the subject. She has a special status and status. How dare people let her suffer any damage? I don't know how many swords flew up in the air to stop Tang Xiaotang.
Tang Xiaotang's expression remained unchanged, and he focused on watching the Taoist women flying by in front of him, letting those flying swords slash on him, as if he just wanted to smash the opponent to death with a stick, and smash the past with his mind.
Chichichichichi, countless sharp and sharp noises sounded in the air, but in an instant, at least seven flying swords fell on her body, cutting the ordinary clothes.
But no blood fell.
As a demon saint, her body has been tempered by the vitality of heaven and earth as strong as steel.
How sharp those swords are. It can only cut through her skin, leaving some very thin and light wounds, and the sword will enter the body, making the corners of her lips ooze blood, but it can't stop her castration.
The iron rod is lifted up into the sky.
When the iron rod fell, he would kill the little fisherman.
Xiao Yu landed on the ground, his face pale and bloodless, the blushes that came out earlier. Long ago dispelled by the present danger. But there was not much fear in her eyes.
Tang Xiaotang's expression is quiet, and he seems to guess that something else will happen.
Sure enough, something changed.
A black peach flower. Suddenly it bloomed in the sky above the square.
That **** has no substance. Purely formed by the condensation of heaven and earth vitality. Extremely beautiful, but not coquettish, just blindly killing. The black petals exuded the smell of annihilation, which seemed extremely powerful.
The black peach blossom appeared, attracting everyone's attention.
Tang Xiaotang's gaze fell on it even more, because it happened to be in full bloom before her eyes.
She wasn't surprised, she slammed it down.
From yesterday to this morning, the attitude of the Dao Sect was absolutely absolute. As the white smoke rose, the war officially began, and peace could not return to the world. The Dao Sect was determined to win.
The Nanhai girl who knows her fate, plus those strong in Taoism, and the cavalry of the Song Dynasty, seem to be strong, but where is it worthy to win the four characters?
Tang Xiaotang knew that there must be a real strong person watching at Xiling Temple, and she even guessed who that person was. It's just that time has passed for a day and a night, and the person has never appeared, which made her feel more and more uneasy. She swore to kill Xiaoyu to force that person out.
All the focus is not on Xiao Yu at all.
She was waiting for the moment that black peach blossoms.
There was a loud bang.
The dark iron rod hit the black peach blossom accurately and violently.
The invisible and innocuous black peach blossoms dispersed at the sound, instantly turning into a masterless heaven and earth vitality, dispersing towards the surrounding square, disappearing like clouds and steam.
Tang Xiaotang's face was pale, and a mouthful of blood came out.
When the iron rod hit the black peach blossom, she knew she was wrong, so she lost.
That person is not hiding, preparing for the final blow, that person is very strong now, so strong that there is no need to wait for the opportunity, he just waited quietly, and then went out to defeat everyone.
Tang Xiaotang fell on the ground, stepped on the broken blue bricks, his right arm trembled slightly, and looked at a certain courtyard wall.
Her chest rises and falls slightly, and her two black ponytails swing slightly behind her.
She was pale, and she was obviously seriously injured.
More than ten priests and deacons attacked Tang Xiaotang.
Xiao Yu rushed forward, the bend Dao Sword suddenly straightened again, and once again pierced her eyes.
No one can recover from such a serious injury in such a short time.
This is the best opportunity to kill Tang Xiaotang.
At this most dangerous moment, Tang Xiaotang took a deep breath.
The cold wind on the square was inhaled by her.
The air burned violently in her lungs.
Some bleak eyes suddenly turned bright.
Those injuries seemed to be healed instantly.
The iron rod broke into the wind and hit the sword in Xiao Yu's hand.
With a crisp sound, the Taoist sword finally shattered, but the iron rod was silent and solid as before.
Xiao Yu hummed back, an incredible expression in his eyes.
She wondered what material the body of this Demon Sect woman was made of, and why she was so badly injured that she could recover as usual in such a short time!
Tang Xiaotang slammed a stick and killed a black-clothed deacon who had attacked from the back.
She walked towards the courtyard wall, and she suffered a broken bone and no one could stop it.
She is going there, no one can stop her.
Along the way, I don’t know how many people were killed by the iron rod.
Blood spilled from the sky, nourishing the earth.
She was walking forward alone between the sky and the earth. She was lonely and surrounded by enemies. She had no helpers, she had only herself, but that was enough.
She didn't seem to be hurt at all. The black peach blossom, no matter how horrible it was, did not leave her any harm. It seemed that no one in the world could hurt her.
Looking at this scene, the Taoist strongmen and the Song State cavalry were shocked and silent.
At this moment, several screams sounded in the distance.
A pop, a crossbow arrow. Shot into Tang Xiaotang's left chest.
The crossbow arrow failed to enter the body, the sharp cluster of arrows pierced the skin, not much blood oozes, and the clothes are dyed red.
But at least it means something, or comfort.
The despairing priest and deacon refreshed, thinking that there are no people who will not be hurt. This fact made them wake up and become extremely excited.
"She can't do it!"
"Her magic power has failed!"
"Kill her!"
In the square in the early morning, there were shouts of priests and deacons and Song State cavalry. People seem crazy. Tang Xiaotang turned a deaf ear. Holding the iron rod, he continued to walk towards the courtyard wall.
I don't know how many people fell in front of her, and she finally walked to the courtyard wall.
Quietly, the courtyard wall collapsed. The masonry fell quietly. Like dead leaves falling on the snow. There was no sound, and the silence was heart-palpiting, just like that figure.
Long Qing stood at the gap in the courtyard wall. Looked at her quietly.
There was a stern voice in the distance, and the earth began to shake slightly. All the gates of the city were opened at the same time. Thousands of guardians of the Xiling Temple hidden in the mountains and forests on the outskirts of the city moved in.
Tang Xiaotang heard it and knew it, but she just looked at the gap in the collapsed courtyard, at the person standing there, at the scar on his face, and she looked very focused.
She knows that as long as this person is killed, no matter how many Xiling Temple guard cavalry arrive, it is meaningless. If you can't kill the other party, then it will be her turn and the people she cares about to die.
Quiet, the square suddenly became very quiet.
Everyone is looking at this side, Chen Pipi is like that, even Ye Su is looking here.
Then he saw the pile of dry wood behind the courtyard wall. The dry wood was piled up to a height of one person, and it was densely packed and neat. The cross above seemed to be made by a skilled carpenter.
Chen Pipi's face became a little pale, Ye Su was just silent, as if seeing fate.
Long Qing walked out of the gap in the courtyard wall, looked at Tang Xiaotang and said, "You are stronger than I thought."
Tang Xiaotang looked at him and said, "You are stronger than everyone thought."
Suddenly, a bright sword light flashed.
A disciple of the sword pavilion recognized Long Qing, thinking that the destruction of the sword pavilion was the man's handwriting, and thinking that Liu Yiqing was driven to death by this person with a powerful Daoist, blood surged, and he was stabbed with a sword quietly.
This sword is very decisive, with a belief in death, so it is very powerful.
Long Qing's expression remained unchanged, and his right hand flicked across his chest, just like those juggling people in Chang'an City Incense Workshop, with a black peach blossom in his hand, which will be greeted in front of the sword light.
This **** is not condensed by the vitality of heaven and earth. It has a real shape and seems to be made of cheap silk.
The sword pierced the black peach blossom, and the petals of the peach petals shattered, but the sword, like a stamen that had been exposed to weather, quickly withered, and the sword was covered with rust, as if it had been left for thousands of years.
The sword was rusted and broken, and the sword pavilion's aura suddenly declined, his face full of anger, with many spots, as if he was many years old, and fell to the ground.
Looking at this scene, Tang Xiaotang's eyes narrowed, cold like willow leaves.
She discovered that Long Qing is no longer in the past, and the evil Grey Eye technique has already been accomplished. It does not need to look at each other and can also seize the spirit of other practitioners. It is powerful to a terrifying situation.
What is the pinnacle of Zhiming? For now Long Qing, it doesn't make much sense.
Tang Xiaotang has a solemn expression, but she is still not afraid, because she happens to be a strong person who can ignore the division of cultivation realm. As long as she does not exceed five realms, she can try to defeat the opponent.
Long Qing said blankly, "Please."
Tang Xiaotang inhales, her chest rises high. She sucked in half of the cold wind on the square before, and at this time she sucked all the remaining cold wind into her body, and even seemed to **** down the snow clouds in the sky. .
The air burns in her body and turns into endless power.
She bent her knees slightly.
At the back of the academy, she was forced by Yu Lian to jump the waterfall constantly, bending her knees before jumping.
She jumped up.
It's just that this time, instead of jumping under the waterfall, you jumped into the sky.
With a boom, countless blue bricks broke, and the middle ones were already shattered into dust.
There was dust in front of the courtyard wall, and many people were blinded.
Tang Xiaotang disappeared.
No one knows where she went.
Long Qing did not close his eyes, and looked up at the sky after the dust fell.
He knew she went to the sky.
He knows that she will not run away, so no matter how high she jumps, there will always be the moment she falls back to the ground.
So he stood there, waiting calmly.
He looked at the sky, eagerly waiting.
Everyone in the room looked towards the sky following his gaze.
Morning shines from the east sea, snow clouds are so white, and occasionally the sky exposed is so blue, besides that, there is nothing to see, no people.
After a while, a small black spot finally appeared in the sky.
It was a figure.
Suddenly there was a sharp whistling sound in the sky, and the sound reached the ground, shattering the glazed tiles in the Song King’s palace, dumbing the ancient bell in the Taoist temple, and shocking countless sleeping birds in the forest. .
Many people heard the whistling and squatted down with their ears in pain.
The whistling sound is the sound of friction, the sound of things rubbing against the air at high speed. That thing must be extremely hard, otherwise at such a terrifying speed, it would have been fragmented long ago.
It is hard to imagine that it is a human body.
The black spot expanded rapidly, and it was a figure.
The figure of Tang Xiaotang.
Just like her brother once did.
Just like her teacher once did.
She, jumped down from the sky.
She raised the iron rod and slammed it on Long Qing's head with an unimaginable force.
That power comes from the distance between the sky and the earth.
No one can ignore this distance, and no one should be able to ignore this power.
When the sharp whistling sound reached its maximum, Tang Xiaotang returned to the ground.
She was like a meteorite, blasting towards Long Qing in front of the gap in the courtyard wall.
Her leather boots have begun to burn, with sparks, dragging more than ten thin lines of fire in the air.
The next moment, the sky meets the earth.
The ground was distorted and deformed, and the blue bricks split like a spider web, turning into countless small but powerful gravels under Long Qing's feet, accompanied by a stern tearing sound, shooting everywhere.
An unknown winter tree beside the courtyard wall was shot into sawdust in an instant and fluttered with the wind.
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(The feeling of hard work in these two days is really good. Work is actually a good medicine. I have to understand this principle earlier, but not later. If someone says on Weibo, you will naturally save the manuscript by the end of the month. What, I can’t help laughing. This is a new reader. Haven’t read my book before? I wonder if I haven’t asked for a monthly pass this year? Don’t you know anything? Are you funny?
I recommend a novel written by Ye Shuyou. The title of the book is: My name is Yang Jiulang. The brief introduction is as follows: Yang Jiu, a modern gangster, pretended to be loyal during a gang fire and was accidentally killed. With unwilling grievances to travel to the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, Yang Jiye happened to be accepted as the second son, named Jiu, Yande, commonly known as Yang Jiulang. Since then, Yang Jiu began a period of mixed experience. ) (To be continued..)