Nightfall Chapter 152: I see how charming the green mountains are
The sound of footsteps sounded behind Jun Mo.
Except for the four brothers holding the Heshan Pan, the rest of the academy all rushed out from under the iron canopy.
Brother Six raised the hammer and stared at Liu Bai who was more than ten feet away warily.
Bei Gong Weiyang and Ximen are not confused, holding Qin and Xiao, standing beside Jun Mo's body.
They all know that even if Liu Bai is seriously injured, as long as this person swings his sword and leaves the iron canopy, they are still dead, but they still rushed over.
Because Brother Er needs them at this time.
Wang Chi is holding the medicine box, his face is pale and preparing.
Muyou took the needle, preparing to stop the bleeding for Jun Mo, but her hand trembled a little bit. Looking at his broken shoulder, she felt as if her arm had been chopped off, and it was very painful.
Jun Mo looked at the teardrop on her eyelashes, stretched out his left hand and flicked it across the wound.
The fingers flicked, tears fell, and the pure vitality of heaven and earth was like the most beautiful medical master, covering his broken shoulder with an invisible net, and the blood stopped instantly.
Wang Chi is calm, pouring wound medicine on his wound like a dike, ready to bandage.
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Liu Bai looked at the scene more than ten feet away and did nothing.
Suddenly, he had a deeper understanding of why the Academy was so powerful.
He said: "I have a few questions."
Jun Mo asked the Sixth Junior Brother to step aside, looked at him not far away and said, "Please speak."
Liu Bai asked: "I gave you a chance at the beginning, why didn't you withdraw?"
Jun Mo said: "When you challenged the Sword God of South China Sea, you were obviously not your opponent. Why didn't you retreat at that time?"
Liu Bai was silent for a while and said: "It is reasonable."
Jun Mo said: "It's reasonable, so don't retreat."
Liu Bai sighed and said: "I paid such a heavy price, but I didn't kill me in the end. At this time, I can't help but feel a little worthless for you."
Jun Mo said: "You can't fight again if you are badly injured with one arm. It's worth looking at."
Liu Bai said: "No matter how severe the sword injury is, it can be healed. The broken arm can't be resurrected. I can't fight anymore at this time. It's just a temporary thing. You don't have the right hand to hold the sword, but it's a lifetime." /
"Use the things of the whole life to change the things of the moment. I did lose, but in this battle of Qingxia. It was I who won. Because even if I only have half my life left, I can still keep it. Gorge, and you must leave."
Jun Mo looked at him and said: "Because you are too strong. So you want to do a lot of things, so you value living, so you are seriously injured. You must return to Jiange to recover."
Liu Bai looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled. He didn't expect that at the moment when both losers were hurt, the other party could actually see what he was pursuing, and said: "You should also value it."
Jun Mo said: "Why do you care?"
Liu Bai said: "The Thousand-Year Tang Kingdom is not as good as a moment in the path of cultivation. In that case, what else can we value besides ourselves?"
"Everyone’s promise is his own. To value himself is to value his promise."
Jun Mo looked over Liu Bai's body, over the quiet carriage, and landed on the mighty temple army in the southern wilderness, saying: "I promised that as long as I'm still standing, no one can pass. Qingxia."
Liu Bai said: "In the end, if you die in the hands of those Xiaoxiao. It's a shame."
"Do your best, do not ask the way forward, no regrets."
Jun Mo said: "And you can't kill me, who can kill me?"
Liu Bai looked at him bloodied and holding an iron sword. Suddenly I felt that I saw another person.
"I seem to see Mr. Ke back then."
Liu Bai said: "I had regrets yesterday, and I should have killed you at the beginning of the Battle of Qingxia. At this time, I feel a little grateful. Before you die, you will exude more brilliance in this wilderness. ."
After saying this, he turned and walked towards the quiet carriage.
The carriage gradually moved away, Jun Mo retracted his gaze and looked at his left hand.
There is a red string tied to the ring finger of his left hand, which is wet with blood and a little tight.
His eyes continued to descend, falling on the broken arm and on the iron sword.
I don’t know if it’s because of excessive blood loss or the loss of thought power, his face is very pale.
Looking at the broken arm and the iron sword, he was silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.
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At this point in the Battle of Qingxia, the disciples of the academy and the Taoist masters died or were injured, and the situation was tense. It was the most difficult moment, but the army was in the south, and everyone could see the final outcome.
Xiling Temple was dissatisfied. They had never thought that they would have to pay such a high price to pass through this Qingxia, let alone the sword sage Liu Bai, who failed to complete his work.
Hope will eventually become disappointment, which makes some people feel incomprehensible and even suspicious.
Su Chen, the newly appointed guard leader of Xiling Temple, is one of them.
Su Chen is a confidant of the head teacher of the temple. After Luo Kedi was shot to death by Ning Que on the wasteland, he took over this position. Now he has a very high status in the temple of Xiling, only under the two gods. .
He looked a little ugly as he watched the carriage slowly returning.
"Master Juggernaut, I need an explanation."
Su Chen looked at the carriage and said: "Obviously you still have the power to fight again, why return?"
The Jiange disciple who was welcoming to the carriage, upon hearing these words, glared back.
Su Chen's complexion was frosty, because he was really angry and disappointed at this time.
If Liu Bai was seriously injured under Jun Mo Sword, then what is he afraid of?
And Liu Bai's sword has been broken.
A person without a sword can no longer be called a Juggernaut.
After a long time, Liu Bai's voice never came from the carriage.
There was only a cough.
Liu Bai was badly injured, and the blood entered the lungs, and his pain and discomfort could be heard in the cough.
Su Chen's eyes showed a hint of irony.
Liu Bai continued to cough, his voice getting louder.
Su Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, and the slight irony instantly turned into fear and despair.
Because there is a blood line between his brows.
The cough continued to sound from the quiet carriage.
Every time Liu Bai coughed, a blood line appeared on Su Chen's body.
Whether it's the armor with golden runes on his body, or the right hand that he secretly held the hilt of the sword without knowing when.
A cough, a puddle of blood.
There was only a loud noise.
Su Chen and the horse under the seat, turned into dozens of flesh and blood, scattered on the wilderness.
Blood is flowing everywhere.
Liu Bai finally coughed up and said: "Let's go."
The Jiange disciple came to the carriage and walked outside the barracks with the carriage.
They looked around warily.
Countless eyes looked at this carriage.
No one dares to stop, no one dares to speak. No one even dared to show any questioning look in his eyes.
Liu Bai fought with Jun Mo, and both lost and wounded.
Jun Mo said that he was seriously injured and could not fight again, and the word of war here was limited to the two of them.
It is a dialogue between the two strongest swordsmen in the world.
This has nothing to do with anyone else.
Goshawk fought on the blue sky for days and nights, feathers fell off, blood was dripping, and the sharp beak was worn and exhausted. Looks like dying. But it is not something that ants can defeat.
Liu Bai was badly injured, without a sword in his hand.
But he is still the strongest man in the world.
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Looking at the carriage slowly driving out of the barracks, the expressions of the people of the Temple Alliance were very complicated. Some are in awe, but more are at a loss and fear afterwards.
Even the priests in the Xiling Temple, at this time, have the same mood-Liu Bai, the most powerful one on his side. I was injured just like this and left like this, what about Qingxia?
Behind the heavy curtains, Ye Hongyu looked at the leaving carriage without speaking.
The final battle of the Battle of Qingxia was the battle between Liu Bai and Jun Mo. She believed that she would not be able to see such a battle between two swords for many years.
When you reach Su Chen's idiot, you die. She is now more concerned about the aftermath of the sex. She wants to know how long Jun Mo, who has only half his life left, can last.
The horse sizzled up, and the cavalry was again ready to go, and then lined out like a stream of water in the coalition barracks, meeting in the wilderness. Turned into a calm but containing infinite power tide, rushing to Qingxia.
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The coalition cavalry did not speed up and drove slowly towards Qingxia.
They are afraid of the terrifying sound of piano and flute. And the man who frightened them the most had been seriously injured, so they could deliberately slow down, crushing away like moving mountains.
This is the best opportunity. The coalition must seize it, so this time the attack was led by coach Bai Haixin himself. Almost all the elite cavalry were dispatched, determined to win.
Thousands of cavalry stopped in front of the Qingxia. The front camp was not far from the iron canopy. It was the most suitable distance for a charge. If the piano and flute sounded, the cavalry could dismount and fight at any time.
Bai Haixin lifted his visor, looked at Qingxia not far away, looked at the man covered in blood, looked at the iron canopy, and his face was as cold as frost with a mocking look.
"You are now a disabled person."
He looked at Jun Mo and said: "So I don't accept surrender, die."
Listening to these words, there was no change in Jun Mo's face.
Muyu is extremely angry.
As the coalition head coach, Bai Haixin should not have come here in person.
But he thinks that no matter how terrifying the strong, they will be extremely weak after having just cut off an arm. This is the best opportunity for the Xiling Temple coalition forces and must be grasped.
The problem is that the morale of the coalition forces in Xiling Temple is at its lowest at this time.
The Master's ascent to the sky seriously affected the morale of powerful practitioners like Liu Bai and Buddhism. The sword sage Liu Bai failed to kill the man personally, and the morale of the coalition forces was extremely low.
That's why Bai Haixin personally led the elite to attack Qingxia.
I will deliberately say this humiliating sentence.
Of course, he has also made very careful preparations for this. There are dozens of powerful military fighters around him, and guards are guarded with large shields, and are not worried about being killed by that terrifying iron sword. ,
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Jun Mo looked at the general in the army.
He doesn't know who the other person is, but he knows that the other person should be a very important person.
So he decided to kill this person.
If it was normal, he would definitely not even think about it, and walked over with the iron sword.
But he was seriously injured at this time, and his thought power was exhausted, and he was very tired.
So he just stood quietly and looked at Bai Haixin quietly.
He began to think about this question.
How can I kill this person?
If it was before, he could have countless ways.
But now, he must find a new way.
He suddenly thought of the moment when Liu Bai retreated.
The scene played back quickly in front of his eyes, and then it became a super slow countless superimposed pictures.
He saw clearly.
He raised his left hand, and the iron sword summoned Qiufeng before Qingxia.
The world is disturbed, and the cold wind is blowing.
The big river burst its bank. Flooding.
His body is like a feather, floating on the surface of the water, instantly drifting to several tens of feet away.
He looked at Bai Haixin in front of him and swung his sword.
Then he drifted back and landed on the original ground.
Bai Haixin frowned slightly when he looked at Qingxia. He didn't know what was going on, he just felt a flower in front of him. I didn't know that there was a blood line between my neck.
Then he looked at his subordinates beside him.
It's such a simple head turning. He turned his head down.
His head separated from the body and fell to the ground.
Blood splattered.
There was an exclamation.
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Jun Mo shook his body slightly, his face paler.
His spirit and mental power. In this simple sweep and retreat, the consumption is more dramatic.
He may fall at any time.
He has killed the enemy coach.
He never feels mighty.
But he is a real warrior.
A true warrior, even if only half his life remains. Also in the army, take the first level of the general.
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A cry of grief, and then the sound of hoofs like a torrential rain.
The black cavalry began to charge.
The sound of the piano and flute has sounded, and the spring water dingdong.
From time to time, cavalry fell from the horse, and from time to time, a war horse screamed to the ground, and then was trampled into mud and blood by the companions behind. The cavalry was not a practitioner and could not use amulets, but could only use life to support it.
Bei Gong Weiyang and Ximen are also holding on.
The strings on the guqin were repaired by the master. The Dongxiao was unblocked by the senior brother, and they were injured by the great priest's instruction. Although they were treated by the senior brother, they could not heal in such a short time.
They bow their heads and play the piano and flute, with a focused and serious expression.
The strings were stained with blood, and the pipe began to drip blood.
Muyou stands under the iron canopy, holding several feather arrows in his hand. Looking at the cavalry rushing like a tide.
Six brothers stood at the very front of the canopy, holding a heavy hammer tightly, the muscles in his arms were about to tear his clothes.
The four brothers held the river and mountain plate, their arms trembling, and their faces pale. He knew that the college was facing the greatest danger at this time, and it might even be wiped out. But he couldn't help the younger brother and younger sister.
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Jun Mo waved his iron sword.
He held the hilt of the iron sword in his left hand, still mighty.
The blood rushes, and the first flight with broken hoof.
I don't know how many cavalry soldiers fell under the iron sword.
But there were too many cavalry rushing towards Qingxia. He had just broken an arm and was seriously injured. Although he was in the dark tide like a rock, he couldn't stop the tide from rising and flooding the rock.
Jun Mo's figure was gradually swallowed by the tide of cavalry.
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Dozens of riders crossed the fading iron sword and came to Qingxia.
Muyou looked at the somewhat distorted faces of the cavalry, and slightly pressed his hands, breaking the arrows in his hands.
A pure breath of heaven and earth overflowed from the iron canopy to the wilderness.
Suddenly five extremely deep ravines appeared on the wilderness ground full of remnant arrows.
Five ravines happened to surround the exit of Qingxia.
Those ravines are extremely deep, dark but not wide, and will be able to accommodate horseshoes.
The front hoof of a war horse stepped into the gully, and when it broke, it was broken by the great forward force.
The tragic horse hiss sounded one after another, and in an instant, more than a dozen horses slammed into the ground.
Several shouts were heard from the temple cavalry, and then they continued to charge.
They know this is the power of the formation, and they must kill the woman who presides the formation as soon as possible.
Six brothers held the hammer and stood silently in the forefront, the burly body completely blocked the sisters.
There were more than ten cold arrows shot, but his face remained unchanged.
A burst of sharp arrows hit his chest, leaving only a few white spots on his dark skin.
A cavalryman bravely and fortunately crossed the five gullies and rushed to the iron canopy.
The speed of the horse is extremely fast, and the wind is blowing.
Brother Six raised the hammer and smashed it down.
He has been doing this all his life.
Even the powerhouse of the Demon Sect cannot avoid his hammer.
Not to mention an ordinary cavalry.
The heavy hammer hit the warhorse's head accurately.
Only a click was heard, and the horse's head burst into a burst, and blood shot.
The horse fell heavily to the ground. There was a cloud of smoke.
Brother Six raised the hammer again to meet the next enemy.
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The previous war in Qingxia, I don’t know how long it lasted.
The autumn is gradually moving westward, and the cold wind is getting colder and colder.
The sound of the piano and flute is getting weaker and weaker.
Bei Gong and Ximen were pale and kept coughing up blood.
Muyou's face is getting more and more haggard.
Wang Chi hid behind the iron forge nervously, looking up at the sky from time to time, as if praying.
Only the sixth brother's hammer still kept swinging, and the ground was full of war horses killed by violence.
In the tide of cavalry. Can't see the cold light of the iron sword. Only the flying stumps and blood proved that the man holding the iron sword was still alive and still fighting.
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The night is getting dark.
Xiling Temple lit a torch. Continue to attack Qingxia.
Under the illumination of countless torches, the night looks like day.
The sound of the piano and flute in front of Qingxia is getting more and more chaotic.
Bei Gong and Ximen's faces are no longer pale, and their cheeks are flushed very ominously.
They no longer cough up blood. Because they can't cough and bleed.
Muyou's hair is disheveled, and his mind power is exhausted.
Even Brother Six's sturdy arms began to tremble, and the hammer was even deformed.
The four brothers stared at the river and mountain pan, silent.
Wang Chi has stood up from behind the iron forge, watching the night sky muttering something.
They have not seen the second brother in a long time.
But they know that the second brother is still fighting.
The iron sword is still there.
Because Qingxia is still there.
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The whole night passed.
The stories that happened this night, those persistence, are difficult to narrate clearly in words.
The disciples of the academy guarding Qingxia, and the shrine cavalry who attacked Qingxia. All have reached the brink of collapse.
Early morning came, but the sky was still dim.
Wang Chi kept looking at the sky, his neck was already sore, but he didn't feel anything.
Suddenly, he yelled.
Six brothers were slightly startled when he heard the shout, and threw the deformed hammer out. Overturned a cavalry rushing over, and then quickly walked back into the iron canopy.
The fourth brother left the Heshan plate with his left hand, and he vomited blood, but he ignored it and took out a piece of talisman paper as quickly as possible. Exhausted his thoughts and turned that piece of talisman paper into a ray of breeze.
The breeze came to the forge.
Six brothers twitched Fengshuang with the greatest strength.
The wind is getting stronger.
Then wind came from Qingxia.
The wind is getting stronger.
Wang Chi looks at the sky and night, just waiting for the wind. Wait for the wind direction he needs.
At this time, the north wind has arrived.
He took the medicine powder he had prepared from his arms, tore it apart with shaking hands, and spilled it on the fire.
A slightly sweet breath, as the powder was evaporated by the high-temperature fire powder, permeated the iron canopy, and then followed the north wind from the Qingxia, heading towards the southern wilderness.
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The temple cavalry is still continuously charging towards Qingxia.
They suddenly smelled a faint sweet fragrance.
Then they began to bleed.
Blood flowed from their eyes and nostrils.
The blood they shed also has a faint sweet fragrance.
Before a cavalry died, he suddenly remembered that he had smelled this scent.
At that time, he was still in his hometown, and a beautiful girl was selling a kind of white flower along the street.
This sweet fragrance is floral.
The floral scent of Mastiff.
It turns out that the fragrance of flowers can really attack people.
It can really kill people.
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In front of Qingxia, the iron sword reappeared.
Although it is already bleak, although there are several gaps in the blade.
But the appearance of the iron sword still represents death.
Cavalry keeps falling.
Countless blood splashes fly into the sky, and then fall, like a rain of blood.
In the blood rain, Jun Mo kept killing people.
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The wind is blowing, and the fragrance of flowers gradually disperses.
The cavalry gradually retreated, and finally a flat ground appeared before Qingxia.
Jun Mo stood in between holding an iron sword.
There are corpses all around him.
No cavalry continued to charge.
The black tide turned into a quiet sea.
A Nanjin general looked at the tragic scene before him and suddenly felt very tired.
Too many people died this night.
He knew that if he continued to charge, everyone in the academy would eventually be unable to hold Qingxia.
The fragrance of flowers is not lasting. The man holding the iron sword will always fall down.
But he did not order his subordinates to continue charging.
Because everyone is chilled and desperate.
The tide hits the reef, which can be hit for hundreds of millions of years.
But no one can bear it.
The general noticed that several lieutenants who were famous for their bravery under his command were looking at the large camp in the south. He knew that these people, like himself, were waiting for Mingjin to retreat.
But there is always no sound.
They want to take the rein and fight again, but they have no courage.
I don't know who started it. Maybe it was just an inconspicuous cavalry. With a slight sound of horseshoes, he left the blood-stained Qingxia and walked towards the south. Then more and more cavalry left Qingxia in silence.
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Jun Mo stood in front of the green hill with a sword in one hand.
He was covered in blood, his face was pale, but his expression was still peaceful.
Weiran Shenxiu is a term used to describe mountains and forests.
Sometimes it can also be used to describe a person's temperament and appearance.
Like him at this time.
Looking at the thousands of cavalry gradually leaving Qingxia, the iron sword in his hand finally slowly fell.
He turned to look at the children under the iron canopy, nodding calmly.
Then he looked up at the green hill.
In the morning light, I saw how charming the green hills were.
Liao Qingshan saw that he should be like this.
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(There is no way to divide this chapter, I can only write it all the way, so I am late. I am happy and calm. This sentence is what Ning Que thought about when he was in Qingxia. This is what I like. Brother, such as Qingshan, I will be off tomorrow Saturday. I wish you all a happy weekend. If there is no accident, Wednesday will be watched on Sunday. In addition, I have not asked for a monthly pass this month. Please ask for it at this time. I really think it is well written.)
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