Nightfall Chapter 124: Arrow rain and the red line, come with a sword

Although the Qingxia gorge has collapsed, the mouth of the gorge is flat and quite spacious, but it is blocked by countless huge rocks not far in it, like a terrifying iron wall.

Hundreds of heavy riders have arrived since the southern violent attack. The purpose is to use the horrible impact to directly push the disciples of the academy to life, and under such a terrain, even if they succeed, there can be no more Fortunately.

So these heavy cavalry have already prepared for death. Although they watched their companions falling to the ground, their faces under their helmets became a little pale, but they still gritted their teeth and continued forward.

Not much time later, on the field a hundred meters away from the Qingxia exit, a black and crushed piece fell down. The horses hissed miserably. The seriously injured heavy cavalry struggled to stand up, but couldn't. The scene looked extremely **** and miserable. After the dozens of riders dragged in the final determined that the charge had failed, they circumvented and withdrew with great difficulty.

In the coalition camp of the Xiling Temple in the south, the autumn breeze blew the gods, the great priest of Tianyu stopped the voice of chanting the teachings, looked at the direction of Qingxia, the old face showed extremely complicated emotions, and said: "The rhythm Namo Dao, even if you two have cultivated to the state of knowing fate, you cannot see the end of the heavenly path. Why is this?"

The voice of the great priest from the heavens rang at the exit of Qingxia.

Beigong Weiyang understood the meaning of this sentence and looked at the south and said: "There are thousands of ways in the world, and the way of cultivating music is the way of cultivating heaven. It’s just that music is not for fighting, but for understanding. , What is the difference between Zhimingjing playing the piano and ordinary people playing the piano? I thought that the **** seat is an elegant person, but I don’t want to even understand this truth."

When he was talking to the great priest of Tianyu, no one at Qingxiakou paid any attention, and they were doing their own things quietly. Senior Sister Seven was dividing the line, and Senior Brother Fourth was instructing Senior Brother Six to insert something with the sand table.

Of course, the coalition forces of the Xiling Temple will not give them any chance to rest. When the heavy cavalry charges were frustrated, there were already numerous cavalry shooters out of the line, sprinting towards the Qingxia for a certain distance, and then drawing their bows and arrows.

Only a military order was heard, and countless hardwood bowstrings hummed. I don't know how many feather arrows left the string, and with a piercing sound, they went straight to the blue sky, as if they were going to shoot through the sky.

Countless feather arrows reached the highest point in the air, and then began to fall. The stern sound of breaking through the air became sharper and more terrifying, and finally turned into a black and violent arrow rain. Fall to the Qingxiakou.

The second brother stood in front of the battle. Seeing the dense feather arrows falling like rain, he didn't mean to evade at all, only reached out his hand to lower his visor. With a sharp metal crash, the armor covered all his body.

Dangdangdangdang, a series of crisp or dull arrow strikes. Sounds continuously or even almost simultaneously!

At least twenty feather arrows hit him accurately.

The sharp cluster of arrows, with great speed and power, revolved fiercely in contact with the armor on his body, but at this moment, about three hairs below the armor surface, a faint radiance was emitted , The dense and intricate runes were activated, summoning the vitality of heaven and earth at Qingxia. The armor of heaven and earth vitality, which is similar to the body of the martial arts practitioner, is covered with the metal armor.

There was a sour rubbing sound.

The arrow clusters of those feather arrows are extremely sharp, but they cannot even penetrate the outermost protective layer of heaven and earth vitality. The huge impact is finally transmitted to the shaft, and some of the more than 20 feather arrows are broken. , And some bending deformation. Faintly and weakly fell on the ground in front of the second brother, like a useless straw.

The second brother stood still, like a mountain.

The long-range arrow attack is basically a covering attack, so compared with the second brother who has won more than 20 arrows, the arrow rain suffered by the disciples of the college is more intensive and terrifying.

And when the Xiling Temple coalition forces shot countless arrows. Just when he left the bowstring and turned into dense black spots in the sky. The disciples of the college moved ahead of time.

Under the command of the fourth brother, the sixth brother inserted a dozen metal rods into the ground with a radius of more than ten feet, and the bottom of each metal rod was tied with a red thread.

These red threads were laid randomly on the ground, with many knots tied in the middle, and they were tied to everyone's ankles, leaving two thread ends. One is on the embroidery needle of Senior Sister Seven. The other head is tied around the waist of the second brother.

The rain of arrows is approaching, Senior Brother Six raised his head and looked up at the sky. The expression on his face that had been darkened by the fire all the year round did not change. Because of the swing of the hammer, his strong right hand shook forward. He opened his hands and swayed from east to west like a wave, instantly spreading out on the dozens of metal rods.

The color of the roll should look like metal, but it is very thin and tough. It can be rolled up like a quilt. The machine spring under the edge of the metal sheet is automatically connected to the metal rod and then buckled.

There was a snapping sound, and a piece of metal awning appeared outside Qingxia, more than ten meters in radius, covering the bodies of all the disciples in the academy except for the second brother, and sprinkling a piece of green secluded.

At this moment, the rain of arrows arrived.

Suddenly, dense and dull percussive sound resounded above the heads of the disciples in the college, just like more than a hundred of the best drummers, beating the tight drum surface most recklessly.

No feather arrow can shoot through a metal canopy.

Even if the piece of metal looks so thin, so soft, like paper.

Bei Gong Weiyang is tuning the piano, Ximen is not puzzled by the film, Wang Chi is decoction, the fourth brother is designing new things, the sixth brother is lighting the stove, let the arrow fall like rain, quiet as usual.

They seem to be in the back mountain of the academy, unwilling to listen to the eaves rain, and concentrate on their own business.

Only Senior Sister Seven frowned slightly, looking at the embroidered cloth without saying a word.

Because the end of the red thread is on her embroidery needle.

The surface of the metal canopy is also covered with an extremely thin but extremely condensed heaven and earth vitality, like the best defensive armor, bounce all the arrows that fall.

This is a formation.

The red line tied to the metal rod and everyone's ankle gradually floated, and then became a little tighter.

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The arrow rain is majestic, and the disciple of the college sat there.

The second brother stood in the rain like a silent mountain.

Looking at this scene, in the coalition camp of Xiling Temple, I don't know how many people feel desperate.

But many people have already guessed that this is the result-if the academy has no way to deal with the arrow rain and heavy cavalry, then why do they face the mighty temple army?

Just when the attention of countless people was attracted by the rain of arrows, six swordsmen in simple clothes left the quiet carriage in the coalition camp and walked towards Qingxia.

The swordsman walking in the middle can only walk when he is led by someone, but he is not bad at walking. There is a strip of cloth over his eyes, which should be bad at seeing.

After the arrow rain, the six swordsmen crossed the cavalry camp. Walking to a short distance in front of Qingxia, he slowly stopped. The blind swordsman among them was pointed out by his companion and bowed to the second senior.

The second brother lifted his faceplate, showing an indifferent face, looked at the blind swordsman and said, "Your eyes were destroyed by my academy. It was because of Ling's face that you put you back into the sword pavilion. Don't thank me. "

The blind swordsman. It was Liu Yiqing, the master of the Southern Jin sword pavilion who slashed his eyes after Ning Que Houya broke through the pass, and it was also the younger brother of sword sage Liu Bai, the once proud and conceited kendo master. After being sent back to Jiange, thinking about the fiasco of the side entrance of the academy, the whole person's temperament and temperament have been greatly improved. Instead of terminating the practice, in the spring of last year, he successfully advanced to the state of mindfulness!

Liu Yiqing couldn't look at things, listened to the voice to determine the position of the second brother, and said calmly: "Mr. Yiqing Xie Er is not because of old things, but Mr. Xie Er gave us six brothers a chance to shoot."

He said this sincerely, because it was a fact.

The cultivator's ability and scope to control the flying sword is directly proportional to his own cultivation realm, although the strength of the six second-generation disciples of the sword pavilion is strong. But how can it be compared with the second brother.

Previously, when they were walking towards Qingxia, the Second Senior Brother could make an advance and cut them under the iron sword, and they couldn't even find a chance to fight back.

"I'm just curious, why Mr. Liu Bai let you play."

The second brother looked at the quiet carriage in the coalition barracks and said slowly.

Liu Yiqing said: "In the spring, the dean and his old man borrowed the sword of my sword pavilion, my brother is deeply honored. But he can't help feeling a little regretful. Since then, the sword of the world has no one to use. After thinking hard, Ling I waited for six people to practice a sword formation to reminisce about the former wise men. This time I would like to invite Mr. Er to taste it."

I heard this is the reason, the second brother's eyes lit up slightly. Said: "Yes."

Liu Yiqing said: "Thank you very much."

After saying that, Liu Yiqing and other six swordsman disciples pulled out their swords.

The disciple of the sword pavilion, the Dahe swordsmanship inherited by Liu Bai, the most particular thing is the place one foot in front of him, so unlike any swordsmanship sect in the world, he is not famous for flying swords, but for holding swords.

In the past years, what Jun Mo admired most about Liu Bai was his swordsmanship. At this time, he would not be surprised to see these swordsman disciples pulling out their swords.

Unexpectedly, after Liu Yiqing and other six Jiange disciples drew their swords out of their sheaths, they did not move forward with their swords.

They squeezed the sword tactics in their hands, and in the clear whistle, six cold swords burst into the air. In the air before Qingxia, countless afterimages were transformed into a sword, spurred out!

In the spring, the Master stretched his hand to the south, and after thousands of miles away, he borrowed the sword in the ancient pool of the sword pavilion, cut off the gods of the Haotian Kingdom, and cut off the golden dragon's head.

After that time, the sword was no longer an ordinary sword, but a real sword in the world.

Even Liu Bai could no longer use that sword.

Liu Bai pondered for countless days and nights, and finally confirmed that without a master, it would be impossible for anyone to use his own power to cast the sword of the world, so he chose another path.

He gathered six of the best disciples of the sword pavilion and practiced a sword formation.

Collect the power of a few people and cast a sword.

Liu Bai knows very well that even with the power of all the disciples of the sword pavilion, it is impossible to use the master's sword.

But he doesn't want much, as long as he can have the shape of the sword's fur and the subtle sword intent, that's enough.

One thousandth of the sword of the world is enough to sweep the world.

This is the sword outside Qingxia at this time.

Looking at the sword coming through the sky, the second senior applauded: "Good sword."

He thrust the iron sword in his hand into the field in front of him.

Faced with such a powerful sword, he didn't seem to be ready to make a sword.

What is he going to do?

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(Bai Haixin is from the Southern Jin Dynasty, not from the Kingdom of Yan. I made a mistake in front of it. My brain is not good, and I was a little troublesome. I went to the hospital yesterday and my friends knew that I was really sick, not making excuses. , I’m sorry, sigh, I will take care of my body as soon as possible.) {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}