Nightfall Chapter 126: Accents
Countless arrow sticks are laid on the metal tarpaulin in a thick layer, which looks like dark dry straw, covering the body of the metal tarpaulin, like a grass house.
The cool autumn breeze, blowing on the edge of the thin metal tarp, made a rustling noise, as if it was shaking the paper in the boudoir of a mansion, and it would tear the paper at some point.
The disciples of the academy did not worry that the tarp on their heads would be broken by the autumn wind. They believed in the talent of Brother Six in material science, so they did their own things quietly.
Liu Yiqing's deceptive sword has turned into a scorched and thin iron rod on the furnace. Senior Brother Six is still holding the hammer and beating, not knowing what he wants to make this sword into.
Bei Gong Weiyang tuned the strings, carefully wrapped a layer of soft cotton cloth on the ten fingers, the film on Ximen Buzhuo had also dried up, forming a protective layer on the finger pads, and was trying to feel the flutes one by one. .
The fourth brother furrowed his brows, staring at the self-changing lines in the sand table, and a few wisps of wisdom flashed in his calm eyes from time to time. I don’t know what he is counting at this time, whether it is the life or death of everyone The ending of this battle.
Only Sister Seven's mood is a bit strange.
She is the only woman at the exit of Qingxia. She is holding the embroidery frame, holding her wrists, and holding the embroidery needles. She looks down at the mandarin ducks on the embroidered cloth. The light has actually been on the distant field.
The second brother stood there like a green hill.
Her eyebrows have a worried look. What is worried about is not the current situation, not the safety of the same door under the canopy, but the safety of the second brother. When Liu Yiqing's deceptive sword was tied by the formation, she only noticed. A very faint white turbulence appeared on the surface of the armor on the senior man.
That is the result of the contact between sword intent and rune intent.
The canopy at the exit of Qingxia is a formation, designed by the fourth brother and her, and then arranged and completed by her and sixth brother, showing the highest level of the three people who have studied in the academy for many years.
This seemingly inconspicuous canopy array can shelter the autumn rain. Can cover the blazing sun, can it be broken by the autumn wind...
The most important thing is that this canopy array can shelter everyone under the canopy array, and can transfer all the attacks that the canopy array cannot bear and the attacks suffered by the disciples under the canopy to...Second Senior Brother.
The Qingxia collapsed, and the assassins who had accumulated thousands of years in the Tang Dynasty suddenly took action. Killing three rune masters from the Xiling Temple, the second senior brother once said that if the allied forces of the temple are going to cross Qingxia, they need to defeat him.
It's not that he didn't pay attention to the same door of the academy, but a truth.
The second brother took all the attacks from Xiling Temple on behalf of all the brothers and sisters, so before he fell. The disciples of the academy will definitely be able to guard Qingxia.
However, this also means that he has to bear more.
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The Southern Jin Jiange's shot, although no one had extravagant expectations, only the few second-generation disciples of the Jiange could defeat the people of the academy, but in the end, such a bleak and speechless ending was still shocking and speechless.
There is dead silence in the coalition camp at Xiling Temple.
"Obviously there is only the Cave Profound Realm...I all know that the disciples of the academy are only in the Cave Profound Realm...how can they arrange such a wonderful formation?"
An extremely accomplished formation master from Xiling Temple looked at the simple canopy formation at the exit of Qingxia, his face could not contain himself with a look of admiration.
The voice of this formation master spreads into the gods.
The Ye Hongyu frowned slightly. The blood-like color on the ruling robe became heavier and heavier.
She lived in the city of Chang'an for a period of time and had a lot of dealings with the academy. However, it was only at this moment that she realized that the potential of the academy was even higher than everyone thought.
In the decades when Ke Haoran and Ning Que entered the world, the academy has always been very low-key, and not many people in the spiritual world even know who is in the mountains behind the academy.
Xiling Temple and Southern Jin Jiange naturally need to know more, but their attention is always on Mr. Da, Mr. Er, and the last entry Chen Pipi and Ning Que, because the back mountain of the academy confirmed that there are only these four people. Jin entered the realm of knowing fate, and everyone else stayed in the cave profound realm for many years.
We met at Qingxiakou today. This speculation was confirmed. Those disciples from the back mountain of the academy are indeed only in the cave profound realm, and they are considered masters if they are placed in the realm of cultivation. However, in the context of the current human war, there are an endless stream of experts in the Fate Realm, and these disciples of the Dong Profound Realm seem very inconspicuous.
Even those disciples from the back hills of the academy were the most talented figures in certain fields in the past years, but after so many years, who still remembers their names? And no matter how genius can help practice?
So no one cares about them.
The gaze of the Xiling Temple always stayed on the second brother who walked into the wilderness like a bright moon out of the green hills.
Until the heavy cavalry began to charge, until Liu Yiqing's deceptive sword was smashed into scrap metal, they realized that they were wrong.
They are also second-generation disciples, but the Academy is not Jiange.
The college is not anywhere.
Nowhere can be compared to a college.
The cave in the academy is not an ordinary cave.
A disciple from the back mountain of the academy, with just a guqin and a hole flute, can resist thousands of troops.
What shocked even the big figures in the coalition army was that each of the disciples behind the academy had their own areas of expertise, and the combination of these people produced incredible results.
This is teaching without class.
So the academy will recruit members of the Demon Sect, Taoist geniuses, and people like Ke Haoran and Ning Que.
This is teaching students in accordance with their aptitude.
So whether you are playing chess or chewing flowers, you will find your own world after studying in the academy.
"Does the Master think of the current situation when he accepted his disciples years ago?"
Ye Hongyu thought silently, his feelings of awe and admiration for the Master grew stronger.
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"We cannot be blocked outside Qingxia."
The great priest raised his head, his gaze fell on the cloudless blue sky through the ceiling of the gods, and said: "Haotian fights the Master and knows no victory or defeat, so the outcome of the battle on earth will be It seems extremely important, and the city of Chang'an is the key to this battle on earth."
Cheng Lixue knelt beside her and served a cup of tea.
The great priest of Tianyu drank a sip of tea, moisturized his somewhat dry throat, and said: "Now the Shocking Array has been temporarily destroyed by the commander, the key to the city of Chang'an As long as Mr. Da can’t hold back the subject, he can open the gate of Chang’an City."
Cheng Lixue's fingers trembled slightly. Only then did he know Daomen's overall plan, and he knew that Chang'an City was in such a crisis now.
"After six days, Chang'an City will be opened, but even the watcher can't completely break the Shocking Array. No one knows when the city can repair itself, so the army must hurry over. "
The great priest of Tianyu looked at the green mountain that lay across the wilderness in the north, and looked at the narrow Qingxia exit. With a blank face, he said, "Go ahead, as long as you are human, you will always be tired."
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Hold up the handsome flag in the coalition head coach camp.
Countless military orders were passed from the coach Bai Haixin to various military camps.
After a while, the hooves sounded again, which were dense and even violent.
More than two thousand heavy cavalry, accompanied by the sound of war drums. Out of the queue, and then divided into dozens of groups of cavalry, keeping the distance between each other, like countless groups of dark clouds, rushing towards the Qingxia.
At the exit of Qingxia, there are still three hundred heavily wounded horses lying there, and some cavalry are supporting each other and walking back. These pictures all prove that the charge is not effective for Qingxia.
But the Xiling Temple coalition forces have no other way.
If you abandon horses to fight. Or they could be crushed by heavy infantry, then they could only become the corpses that the second senior brother's iron sword kept harvesting. The only thing they could compete with that wide straight iron sword was the impact.
This is the only way to break through the defenses of the college with a positive shake, and that is the best way.
As the great priest said, as long as there are people, you will always be tired.
There are more than 200,000 coalition forces in the Xiling Temple. They will not be tired after rotating forward.
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The sound of dense hooves sounded at once. They never cut off.
More than two thousand cavalry. Maintaining the most efficient formation, launched a charge towards Qingxia in batches. Each time I put in a small amount of strength, but to ensure that I need to deal with it with all my students.
The most important thing is that under the pressure of severe military orders, these cavalrymen must ensure that their own shocks are continuous, without a moment in between, and do not give the college students any chance to rest.
The waves formed by the black iron cavalry kept beating at the exit of Qingxia, where there seemed to be an invisible barrier and an invisible reef.
A cloud of dark clouds floated past and hit the Qingxia, breaking into cloud flakes, and then scattered. A black wave smashed over, hit the Qingxia, shattered into foam, and fell silently.
The terrible hiss of war horses and the sound of broken bones sounded clearly in everyone's ears, even louder than the sound of thunderous hoofs.
However, no matter how miserable the situation in front is, the cavalry behind still charged with a blank face. Their task today is to send them to death. Their purpose is to use their own deaths to make the disciples feel tired.
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Bei Gong Weiyang didn't feel tired, or he didn't know what it was like at this time.
His attention was all on the guqin in front of him. He lowered his head and watched intently at the slightest trembling of the strings, and the exuding black hair swayed in front of his eyes.
The clothes on his body had already been completely wet with sweat, and even his hair had become extremely wet. As he played, a drop of sweat spontaneously fell from the thread.
With a light sneer, the bead of sweat fell on the strings and was instantly burned into a blue smoke.
But he didn't notice this at all, he was still playing the piano non-stop.
His fingers are constantly picking and twisting on the strings, moving like lightning, playing silent music, the cotton cloth wrapped around the fingers has long been broken, and blood can be seen faintly.
Simon is not confused or tired, he just feels some pain.
His hand hurts.
The film that was previously pasted on the fingertips has already been torn apart with countless sound-squeezing motions, peeling off and drying into powder, flying around the flute tube, like mist and smoke.
Mottled blood has already appeared on the smooth tube.
It blends with the hidden vermilion color of the flute tube itself, it is very beautiful.
This pair of brothers who are the most adept at music are the most free-spirited, open-minded, and most joke-telling people in the back of the academy. Once immersed in the music world, they have the graceful beauty of mountains and rivers.
However, at this time, they have no demeanor at all, let alone in the mood to tell jokes, their faces are pale, their lips are dry, their hair is chaotic, and they are haggard like those old luthiers doing street art.
Their expressions at this time are very solemn, heavy, and solemn.
This kind of weight gives them another heartbreaking breath.
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