Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

Chu country.

Observatory.

The master was standing on the platform in a tuxedo, surrounded by white pigeons, and he stared blankly at the girl in the Taoist robe.

The peeping talisman cracked, the hexagram flag was crumbling, and a ray of light condensed in the girl's eyes, but it disappeared in a flash.

With a tired face, she rubbed her brows, Heaven's secrets are obscured, it's chaos.

The master shook his head and said weakly: If the news from Zhao Guo is true, Gu Changan will be more fortunate than good.

In fact, he also knew that the spies carefully cultivated by Zhao Guo couldn't make fun of this kind of news.

Master, the Central Plains can only watch the fire from the other side... Li Ping's eyes were confused. Could it be that Gu Changan could not wait for reinforcements all his life?

The elegant old man paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, whispering softly:

There must be a helping hand.

Then he looked serious:

Remember the battlefield of Xishu, the sword of national fortune of the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces?

Li Ping pondered, at that time each of the three kingdoms took a piece of national fortune, condensed a sword to defend against the barbarian saint, but the effect was not satisfactory.

The sword of national fortune can traverse Shenzhou in an instant. Because the isolated city is the territory of the Central Plains, it will fall into the hands of Gu Changan.

Littleton, the Master added:

It is his obsession to stick to the territory, and it may be able to explode with great power and create miracles.

His words are no longer firm, more like perfunctory himself.

Li Ping was silent, the power of the sword of national fortune had been confirmed, and even the peak of the enlightened person could not shake the saint.

The observatory fell silent for a while.

Both sides are very clear that this move cannot make up for the disparity in strength, but the principle should do something.

Even more cruel, before dying, let Gu Changan feel the warmth of the people of China and die without regrets.

The Master swiped the ink and wrote quickly, and the six white pigeons flew in all directions with secret letters in their mouths.

I'm going to persuade Your Majesty.

His arms dropped quietly, and Yukong stepped out of the star observation platform.

Li Ping pursed her lips and stared at the sky suddenly. She thought that any story with ups and downs should have a happy ending, not a tragic ending.

...

Soochow.

Royal study.

A snow-white old man with silkworm eyebrows and a severe hunchback stood on his back, with scorch marks on the tail of the piano.

Master Qin, what kind of bad idea did the master of the academy come up with! Emperor Wu stood up and scolded angrily:

The fortune of the country is related to every household in Jiangdong, so don't be careful!

Your Majesty, those who support everyone, don't let them freeze to death in the wind and snow. Duke Qin's voice was low.

Are you sure that Gu Changan will survive? Emperor Wu turned red and stared at him for a while:

Everyone thinks that I am cowardly and selfish. If I can save Gu Changan with a single sword, I will never hesitate!

It's just an insignificant wisp. Duke Qin reminded in a low voice.

I don't agree! Emperor Wu took a firm attitude and asked back:

How much chance does Gu Changan have to survive under the saint's hands?

Less than half. Duke Qin answered truthfully. He understood the emperor's stubbornness, but there were some things that had to be done, just like Anxi Yinghun persisted for sixty-three years without retreating.

No one in Chengdu, Shenzhou is betting on the National Games? Wu Di suddenly felt that the master of the academy made trouble unreasonably.

His Majesty!

The only martial arts saint in Soochow has a serious expression, rarely accentuating his tone:

What is the loss of the national fortune compared to the defeat of the Western Regions?

If you win, the national fortune will skyrocket!

And Gu Changan's life can make the generals in the Central Plains more fighting spirit.

When malaise and failure enveloped the Central Plains, he alone blew the horn of struggle. Maybe he did not have the ability to rule the world, but for the Central Plains, he did everything he could.

Looking at Duke Qin with a red face, Emperor Wu turned his head and whispered:

Every major event must have a rule, and it must be done step by step, not one step to the sky.

Let me consider it for a while before making a decision.

Duke Qin said with no expression on his face, Could it be that His Majesty wants to see the six kingdoms gather together, so is it worse for Soochow?

Emperor Wu's expression was stiff, and he was afraid of being a maverick.

Gu Changan could not be saved by a single sword of national fortune, but the people of the Central Plains did not think so, and they would be sure that it was the result of the Soochow’s surreptitiousness. At that time...

I'm going to do the woodwork, Jiangdong Sheji can do as you like! Emperor Wu threw his robe sleeves angrily and left the imperial study angrily.

The wooden pavilions and pavilions in the garden, and the wooden bridges against the railings, were all carved and sawed by him, and regarded as treasures.

Bring Gu Chang'an's portrait. Emperor Wu looked at the eunuch, his anger subsided, and sighed:

I have a puppet to keep as a souvenir.

Throughout the annals of history, most heroes end badly, and dying on the eve of victory is the saddest.

So I never wanted to be a hero.

...

Bloody Lonely City.

The white-haired red robe sat at the head of the city, his feet dangling in the air, he picked up a shortbread, looked at it in front of him, took a small bite, and chewed slowly.

Is it the taste of my childhood? Carpenter Qin was holding a wilted peach blossom branch in his arms. There were only three peach petals left on the branch.

Yeah. Gu Changan nodded, and a flash of nostalgia flashed in his clear eyes.

Hehe... Qin carpenter grinned.

Since Mrs. Guo passed away, no one can make this kind of Chang'an shortcake. It happened that the old royal family knew a thing or two last time, and he learned a hand before leaving.

Chang'an, let's get through it! Qin carpenter's cracked face was full of smiles. The Central Plains should come to take over the territory soon, and the 60 years of perseverance will finally usher in the moment of handover.

Gu Changan stared at the end of the yellow sand roll, immediately put down the shortbread, and urged:

Hide away, hurry up!

Without waiting for Grandpa Qin's question, he dragged him and jumped off the city head. Qin Carpenter knew that he was a burden, so he staggered to greet the women and children to hide in the underground cave.

Without the peach blossom branch in front of him, Gu Changan's mind was about to burst, and a burst of pain destroyed his short-term clear consciousness.

He walked out of the house with jumping steps.

Thirty miles away from home, a purple-brown vulture swooped head-on, with layers of folds on the back of its wings, like a begonia flower that I had never heard of before.

What does this city look like, a milestone.

The visitor wore a black hat and black robe, brown eyes and thick beard, and the beard under the jaw was neatly trimmed without a single mess.

The Evil Begonia Heliandian stepped into the Holy Land six years ago.

He stared at this young man who had turned the holy city upside down by himself, with the imprint of four half lotus petals on his forehead, indicating that he had only four years of life left.

The ultimate move of the relics arranged by the Buddha before his death, the cause and effect are inexplicable, but unfortunately the goddess can't wait that long.

Are you going to destroy my home? Gu Changan was motionless, thirty feet away from the vulture.

Your home? He Liandian said with a decent smile, showing a kind of grace from top to bottom, and said softly:

The sun and the moon are all divine soil, and sooner or later, they will all belong to the empire, and it's just to get it now.

After he finished stroking the vulture, his figure floated to the ground, his five fingers slowly clenched into fists, and a sage's might spread.

Please. He smiled unabated.

In the line of sight, the scarlet wood sword came from the sky, and the first time I saw this strange energy, it really shocked my heart.

Like a sin that is far more cruel than killing, it can strip away the soul, leaving people with nowhere to hide.

The blood-colored sword energy advanced layer by layer, and at the moment when the net fell, He Liandian's toes slammed, and the loess within a radius of three miles was overturned, showing the rapid momentum of the forward charge.

boom!

A clean punch slammed into the sword net, and the eroded Qi disintegrated and died. The yellow sand squeaked, and everything was calm.

I saw the poor madman taking root and standing still, Helian Dian's fist strength increased even more, and he smiled lightly:

Let you have three moves, and there are two more moves.

The saint has his own arrogance, no matter how fiery the imperial decree is, he believes in his own fist.

You haven't been baptized with spiritual energy, so naturally you can't see through your cultivation. It is speculated that it should be above the great master and below the enlightened one.

Please.

Heliandian wrote lightly and made a gesture of backing his hands.

Destroying a hero with your own hands is an honor, and it is also the most worthy of showing off the record for the rest of your life!

The world hates bullying the weak, but how can a madman be a weak one? Coming to this bloody lonely city is enough to bring unprecedented shock, which is the most powerful symbol of the dark power.

With white hair fluttering in the wind, Gu Changan's eyes were still clear, but he subconsciously reminded him that if he didn't drive away the thief's house, he would soon be gone.

Go away!

A heavy goose feather snow fell from the sky suddenly, and the snowflakes only covered the place where he stood, covering Gu Changan's ankles.

Vision... Heliandian's smile gradually disappeared, and the sage triggered a vision. He deeply understood that he had encountered a peerless monster.

He bent his knees slightly and jumped up like a black fox preying on a snowy field.

The distance was quickly shortened, the blood sword's killing energy skyrocketed several times, Gu Changan's seven orifices bleed, and his wrist shook out a sword swing, picking off the snowflakes and yellow sand of the sword, and hitting the black hat and black robe accurately.

In that instant, Heliandian's consciousness was muddled, but he regained consciousness in an instant with his strong inner strength.

If it is an ordinary enlightened person, I am afraid that he will directly walk over and bow down to the blood sword to accept grace and face death.

His thoughts turned sharply, his fist had already touched the front of the red robe, collided deeply, and immediately exploded a huge blood hole.

The shadow of the fist was dim, making the outside of the city as bright as night.

Gu Changan flew upside down, and his body was very embarrassed. He crashed into the loess mound, and overturned the severed head and limbs that had not been cleaned up a few years ago.

He was bleeding all over, his heart seemed to be smashed a little bit by a hammer, and the pain in his chest went to the bone marrow.

boom!

Heliandian took a few steps back, staring blankly at his arm, the sleeve of his robe was cut to pieces, revealing a scar that was scratched by sword energy.

There's one more move! He smiled reluctantly, the battle was no longer perfect.

Gu Changan wanted to stand up with his sword, but his limbs had no strength at all. Compared with the pain of breaking bones every inch, he was more afraid of losing his home.

Looking at the madman's non-stop turning back and his pale face, Heliandian suddenly fell silent. This kind of spiritual belief is really terrifying.

Let go of your obsessions. The decline of the Central Plains cannot be saved by you. If unity can achieve anything, what will God do?

The Frankish Dynasty and the Byzantine Empire in the faraway places, the Sassanid Dynasty and the Mobei Turks in the west of the Western Regions, which do not have a glorious and long history, do not still submit to the authority of the abyss.

East Land Shenzhou's tenacious resistance will not help, sooner or later.

History is written by the victors. When the Chinese civilization is gone, you can make up whatever you want in future generations.

A traitor from the Central Plains, defending the territory for the empire, is worthy of praise!

Heliandian's voice was magnificent, and of course there was no need to be long-winded when dealing with ants, but in the face of such a legend, it was really frustrating not to say a few words before saying goodbye.

Seeing that the other party had been staring at the bloody city wall with unprecedented loss in his eyes, Heliandian lost his mind to talk again, and smiled slightly:

I'm done talking.

The truth is in the fist.

...

at the same time.

Chang'an Tai Temple.

The empress's eyes were flushed red, watching the Dragon Qi of Tang Dynasty disappear at the end of the twilight.

She couldn't stand anymore, her elbows propped up on the windowsill, and a teardrop fell without warning.

Your Majesty... Pei Jingshu stepped forward to help her, her face also pale.

If Gu Chang'an is a hero of the Central Plains, then he is the spiritual pillar of the Tang Dynasty and a beacon of light for His Majesty's confusion ahead.

It was knowing the existence of Gu Changan in Gucheng that awakened the fighting spirit that His Majesty could only see in her when she first ascended the throne.

And Gu Changan, who shed the last drop of blood for the Tang Dynasty, did not wait for reinforcements until his death, and did not see any hope of victory in the Central Plains.

I'm fine. Li Wan closed his eyes to calm down his painful emotions, and when he opened his eyes, he was full of murderous intent, Whoever killed you, I will skin him and cramp sooner or later, and his body will kneel before your grave!

Pass the decree, the army will swear to march tomorrow!

Yes. Pei Jingshu quietly left, she knew that His Majesty wanted to be alone.

Yanmenguan, the place where the spiritual energy of the heavens descended to Shenzhou, at this moment, the seven dragons gathered together, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, and the vision was surging.

In just a moment, it condensed into a colorful long sword, so dazzling that it was too dazzling to look directly at it.

But this sword did not sting the eyes of anyone who cultivated in the pass, but made them indulge in it.

The Sword of the Central Plains!

Li Bai's heroic words in the past have now been realized in the sword body -

Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning!

The sword energy reflects the Yellow River and Yangtze River, as well as the Great Wall of Five Sacred Mountains.

The wonders of the world are nothing more than this.

In an instant, a sword swept across the sky and rushed into the Yumen Pass at a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye.

Are you going to set up Mawei for the barbarians in the Western Regions War? Some swordsmen were eager to try.

Who knew that a warrior of the Gongsun royal family had a sad expression and roared sharply:

I will recommend Xuanyuan with blood, and swear to avenge Gu Changan to the death!

The Yanmen Pass was dead silent for a while, and the atmosphere was gradually suppressed under the eyes of countless horror and horror.

It's a barbarian saint... Gongsun Martial Artist sighed in the sky, and his body was full of a strong sense of powerlessness.

How many people in the Central Plains can become holy in the future and have the ability to avenge Gu Changan?

You can only kill a few more savage dogs on the battlefield!

Everyone's faces were sad, this sword represented the seven kingdoms, and it represented the common people of Shenzhou, go to Gu Changan...

go to him...

Condolences.

At the beginning of the battlefield of Xishu, the power of this sword could not shake the sage. Gu Changan was not yet twenty-four years old. He could slaughter thousands of troops with his innate will, but the gap between heaven and earth was irreversible.

In this way, Zhongyuan can only make him feel less regretful in the spirit of heaven and feel a touch of warmth and comfort.

...

at the same time.

The brilliance exploded, the vision of the sage's heaven and earth hung high in the air, the dusky heaven and earth were clear, the choking sand and dust smell was also transparent, and the fist was so bright.

Gu Changan pierced the fire in his arm, and the blood sword rose again to kill Fa Weili, but before it fell, he saw a sword.

Heliandian also noticed the sword of national fortune, his fist stopped abruptly, and turned to the colorful sword.

boom!

The violent collision, the colorful sword body was shaky, the light did not crack in the dark, and flew to the territory of the lonely city.

Heliandian rubbed the back of his hand with bloodstains, and a few drops of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but he was still smiling, always maintaining an elegant posture.

He was able to smash the madman with one punch just now, but he was inevitably injured by the sword of national destiny.

In an instant decision, or prepare a fourth move, there is no need to hurt the mortal.

Human nature is generally like this, Zhe Lansu did not dare to take a risk to waste his troops, Yue Jiuling did not want to implicate the nine clans and covered his cover, and Hu Yanshou did not want to lose his power and stepped into the deep spring step by step.

Things in the world are often just a matter of one thought.

Gu Changan stared blankly at the colorful sword, just like when he was a child, he often looked to the east and always prayed for hope. His soul told himself that when hope came, he should hold it.

He pushed out the palm of the flesh and blood mold lake, and the colorful sword hilt fell down just right, without a slight difference.

The white-haired red robe tilted the other arm slightly, wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, and stood up again.

He Liandian closed his eyes and gathered momentum silently. He still had the chance to win, just like a graceful smile on his face.

Do you know what the most beautiful thing in the world is? Gu Changan's voice was hoarse. He remembered that he had said this once, but he didn't seem to have said it.

It's pure, it's the ultimate, it's the deepest obsession.

I hold beauty.

Simultaneously swing two swords.

It seems to have taken away all the brilliance between heaven and earth, the countless creations in nature.

Colorful rays of light and bloody black fog interweave, presenting a strange colored sword screen.

The wind howled, Gu Changan's white hair fluttering.

He opened his arms, his red sleeves blowing in the wind.

His blood was gushing out of his body orifices.

His Qi machine swept wildly towards the surrounding desert.

This sword, the empire has tried...

Heliandian's five fingers were slowly clenched, and the energy all over his body was like a collapsing dam, gushing out continuously.

After a pause, he smiled meaningfully:

But so!

Half of the sky became dark, and the rumbling rolled in, and all the power of heaven and earth gathered in one punch.

boom!

One sword is world-weary and killing, one sword is boundless, and two swords are slashed at the same time...

Vulture!

At the moment when he slammed into Gu Changan's chest, Heliandian realized the lunatic's absurd behavior. He finally lost his grace, and collided with a hideous expression.

Gu Changan flew upside down more than 100 feet away, his heart ruptured, his limbs were shattered, only bones and bones were left hanging, and blood was seeping out of his pores.

He couldn't restrain his excitement like a child winning a bet, and laughed unbridledly:

Why don't you have a long memory, hit me like this, I won't die, you should break my head!

Heliandian struggled to stand firm, and the vulture that ran away was chopped into four pieces, and the abyss treasure who accompanied him for three years was lifeless.

Hannu, damn you!

His expression was extremely embarrassing, and Shengwei came again, but he saw an extremely horrifying scene in an instant.

The white-haired red robe slowly got up, like a dead tree in the spring, the energy flowed back up, even the blood that had not yet dripped back into the body, and the chest was healed with the naked eye.

I'm stronger at killing enemies. Gu Changan smiled even more, showing off like a child.

The two swords are in the air, and the colorful sword is also the most perfect obsession in his heart.

As if struck by lightning, Heliandian frantically wanted to condense the holy energy again, but with the venting of the last punch, the holy energy was depleted a lot.

He was deceived?

Can lunatics make noises?

For some reason, he felt that an invisible noose had been wrapped around his neck, and the qi around him had become increasingly cruel.

Kill! Heliandian stood up in the air, and this time he changed his right arm to throw a fist, leaving countless afterimages wherever he passed.

But the two swords, one left and one right, were straddling the front, rushing towards each other at almost relative speeds, and the colorful swords slashed towards the fist like thousands of sword qi.

Go away! Heliandian spun and moved, the robe corners could barely avoid the colorful swords, but the greatest sense of crisis so far flooded his heart.

Raising his head, the Slaughtering Blood Sword slashed down. He no longer had the inner strength to resist, so he could only watch his body being penetrated.

Heaven and earth are silent.

Laughing? The figure covered in blood staggered and looked at him simply.

Heliandian wiggled his fingers, life was passing and dying, he couldn't figure out how he would create a record that will shock the past and the present.

I am hanging on a pillar of shame.

Why don't you laugh! Gu Changan threw his heart and lungs back into his stomach, vomiting blood as he spoke.

Take away all the national luck in the Central Plains, you will open the gate of heaven!

Heliandian roared before his death, this is the most terrifying monster in the world, he can completely transcend and become a land fairy.

Central Plains... Gu Changan muttered to himself, looking back at the city, That should also be my home, how can I destroy it?

He picked up the colorful sword, looked at the dying thief, and cursed angrily:

You are disgusting, I will kill you, one sword, and another!

Gu Changan slashed at the corpse, and then he was really exhausted. He lay in the blood and closed his eyes and rested, babbling on:

Go back, go back, I'll take good care of home.

...

Beiliang, Yumen Pass.

Zhang Yifang was still stationed at the observatory as usual, and he never left his post except for the time when he saw Liu Shang off.

With us defending the enemy at the border, the people from our hometown are freed from defending the enemy at the door.

The decisive battle in the Western Regions, we will be the vanguard, are you afraid?

With a serious expression, he looked around at the faces of Zhang Shu's soldiers.

Don't be afraid!

The family hates the country, the enemy will not retreat, I will not retreat!

The soldiers were sonorous and powerful.

Who is not afraid of death, but in order to protect the bones of the ancestors and the villagers, death will become noble.

Okay! Zhang Yifang nodded heavily and said sharply:

There have been many righteous people in Liangzhou since ancient times, and Kang's sad songs have been left in the history!

Suddenly.

He raised his head.

The frontier generals raised their heads one after another.

A seven-colored sword flew over, with a tragic corpse hanging from the sword!

What a shocking scene is this?

A sword hung the corpse and flew out of Yumen Pass.

That...that seems to be the qi of a saint? Zhang Yifang's Tong Kong shrank suddenly, and he noticed a thick remnant of holy might on the corpse.

Kill the saint with one sword?

how can that be!

The rest of the generals were mediocre and could not see the face of the corpse, but the colorful sword was fleeting.

Ruan Xian stood on the top of the mountain, his figure swayed slightly, and his eyes were full of shock.

Kill the saint!

...

Yanmen Pass.

Countless warriors practice cross-legged, but when they think of the death of an unparalleled hero, their eyes burst into flames of hatred for the barbarians.

Gu Changan had been supporting himself in the dark for so long, and he was about to welcome the dawn!

The barbarian dog is like this, always thinking that it can destroy the spirit of China, but the flames have already started a prairie prairie, and Gu Changan's spirit has long been imprinted on the land of Shenzhou.

On the steps of the Great Wall, Gongsun Ge suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

In the sky far away, six colors suddenly filled the air, a sword came from the east, and the blood of the corpse was scattered.

He suddenly thought it was an illusion, the hateful Haitang's face would never be fake.

Gongsun Ge looked around at Yanmen Pass and said loudly:

Gu Changan from the Central Plains, behead the saint today!

A low, thunderous sound resounded in the heaven and earth.

Countless warriors raised their heads subconsciously, a sword flew over their heads, and a few drops of blood fell on the tips of their hair, faces, and palms.

They seemed to have witnessed the most incredible scene in the world, and they were all dumbfounded.

Until the six-colored sword disappeared, countless people were full of emotions, and their eyes turned red.

Gu Changan from the Central Plains, kill the saint today!

Gu Changan from the Central Plains, kill the saint today!

The sound shook the sky, like heaven and man beating drums, like the collapse of the earth, and Yanmenguan was completely boiling!

...

Chang'an City.

Royal study.

The Empress has empty eyes and haggard cheeks:

I carried the coffin and set out on the expedition, swearing to bring Gu Changan back upright. I am ashamed of him, and ashamed of his suffering in those years.

Your Majesty, there may be a miracle. Pei Jingshu carefully persuaded her, but she was also heartbroken.

Guilt not only tormented His Majesty, but also destroyed the people of the Tang Dynasty. He knew that Gu Changan had endured so much despair, but the feeling of being powerless was too painful.

Miracles, I also hope for miracles. The Empress seemed to be talking to herself, and suddenly slapped Yu Gu, her eyes were stagnant:

A miracle has come.

Pei Jingshu was confused, and even thought that His Majesty was insane, but His Majesty rushed out of the imperial study like crazy.

When she also went out, she happened to see the hilt of the sword hanging above the Taimiao Temple, turning it into a national fortune landing.

And in that half of the four-colored sword, there was a corpse hanging there.

He did it! Pei Jingshu suddenly squatted on the ground, and all the pressure was released heartily.

Just like the endless barbarians attacking the city, Gu Changan stood there without retreating, no matter what enemy, no matter what despair, he still stood beside the flag.

Beheaded! The Empress had tears in her eyes, but she smiled again for a moment.

...

Jiangdong.

Emperor Wu was sitting in the Huxin Pavilion and was concentrating on carving puppets.

Your Majesty, he won!

The hump-backed and white-browed Qin Gong jumped down from the eaves.

Emperor Wu frowned deeply. Although Duke Qin had the right to enter and leave the palace at will, he also did not want the other party to fly over the nine palaces.

Gu Changan beheaded!

Gong Qin's face is rosy, something that can make him lose control of his emotions has only happened for decades.

Although he was excited about Anxi's heroic spirit defending the territory of the Central Plains, but after all, he had only heard about it, and that kind of impact would be greatly reduced.

But he handed it over to Soochow State Yun, which was equivalent to indirectly participating in this battle. The horror of slaying the saint was able to penetrate the soul.

Emperor Wu was so frightened that the wood withered and fell, and he looked in disbelief:

I just carved my eyes, nose and ears...

suddenly.

He finally noticed the change in the national fortune, and a ray of national fortune returned to Jiangdong, and even more faintly added a lot because he had cut through the enemy.

Here. Duke Qin looked up.

A sword galloped, and only a small half of the three colors remained, but the corpse was still hanging firmly, the blood no longer fell, and the saint's prestige was almost gone.

Begonia of Evil? Wu Di was stunned, his heart beating violently like a drum.

Duke Qin nodded and repeated:

Gu Changan beheaded!

Emperor Wu waved his arms suddenly, and finally had the appearance of a domineering emperor. He excitedly roared and filial piety:

Mother, my blood is boiling!

Shenzhou's national transportation is gathered in one sword, and one sword advances to the Western Regions, and Gu Changan will kill the saint!

The so-called saints are nothing more than chickens and dogs.

Qin Gong's expression was slightly stiff.

I didn't mean you... Emperor Wu explained quickly, incoherent due to being overly excited:

Barbarian saints have a false reputation and are vulnerable!

Qin Gong smiled and said softly:

Your Majesty, Gu Changan has never owed the people of the Central Plains.

Emperor Wu dropped his arms in embarrassment, and Duke Qin also learned to be weird.

He felt ashamed at the moment, if it wasn't for Duke Qin's kind words to persuade him, he would really be reluctant to give a ray of national fortune.

But Gu Changan was so rare, he returned to Jiangdong after beheading the barbarian sage, and even gave a little extra.

Before the battle of the Western Regions, the Central Plains will be high-spirited! Emperor Wu said loudly, and Gu Changan once again spread the Chinese spirit throughout the land of China.

Can't be beheaded at the age of twenty-four?

Nothing is impossible!

Qin Gong smiled and nodded.

This battle not only thwarted the arrogant arrogance of the abyss, but also shook the confidence of the barbarian generals.

It's Gu Changan again!

When I go to Qiuci City in person, I must have a drink with him!

...

Walking to the Central Plains with a sword, take a look at the prosperity of the world.

The Confucius stood in the high-rise building of the academy, silently watching the sword of national fortune turn to Xishu, and eventually return to nothingness in Zhao State.

A sword around the land of China!

The most talented astrologer in the world actually cried? He turned to look at the Taoist robed girl.

Li Ping wiped away the tears and said in a hoarse voice:

Looking back at this scene brings tears to my eyes anytime.

Slashing saints with swords, hanging corpses around Shenzhou!

Seven Kingdoms tacitly comprehended, and handed out a sword just for condolences, making the heroic soul smile Jiuquan, who would have guessed that Gu Changan beheaded Begonia of Evil?

Can't even think about it!

It is the unprecedented miracle that will bring unparalleled shock!

At the moment of the war, the corpse of Haitang of Evil is of great significance to the Central Plains!

It gave the Chinese generals courage and a desire to win!

Is Gu Changan still alive? The master stared at her for a moment.

It's okay, it's just dying. Li Ping smiled. She carried the Sky-peeping Talisman with her. She used to make frequent predictions before, and the traces were branded into the Talisman.

She was suddenly silent and bowed her head in shame.

The master was also silent.

He looked at the excited and excited academy students, and looked at the countless passionate men who shouted Slay the Holy.

When does it start, is it okay to be dying?

...

bang!

The Barbarian Emperor slammed the things around him to the surrounding walls. He clenched his fists and smashed the round table with all his strength until blood dripped.

The Twelve Inquisitors were silent, with deep complaints hidden in their eyes.

The Empire is humiliated again!

I'm afraid this time will also cause a lot of resentment!

The dignified abyss saint, his body was exposed to the east, and he hung his corpse with a sword to visit the land of Shenzhou, which is tantamount to humiliation to the empire!

And to take responsibility, only the gods are crowned.

It was he who instructed the evil Haitang to go to the lonely city to cut the grass and eradicate the roots. Killing was killing, but it was not a Han slave who died.

How could he kill the saint...

impossible!

The barbarian emperor was hysterical and filial, and a pair of children were filled with unbearable hatred.

boom!

The gate of the hall was kicked open, and the messenger of the abyss and the old monster of the Tuoba clan came coldly.

Do you know what the Chinese saying is called?

The emperor's life is not necessarily more precious than the life of a martial arts saint.

Speaking of which, even a dog can be a throne, but it is hard to find a saint among five million people.

The messenger's face was expressionless, and his tone was cold.

I didn't expect a sword of Dongtu Guoyun... The barbarian emperor drank blood in his heart and wanted to go mad with hatred.

The messenger glanced at the old Tuoba monster, and then said indifferently:

The abyss only cares about the result. If the battle of the Western Regions is defeated, you will not only abdicate, but also be slaughtered!

Mo Hu's face under the mask of the Barbarian Emperor was completely hideous. If the abyss felt that Haitang of Evil was likely to die, it would have been dissuaded. The indifference there would only prove that no one believed that the Han slaves could survive.

Now that it happened, he has to shoulder the responsibility? ?

The twelve judges looked at each other, feeling that this scene was somewhat familiar.

At first it was the old dog Zhelan who defected, and then it was the old witch Yue Jiuling. The two couldn't hold back and pulled Huyanshou into the water. Why does His Majesty seem to be the fourth one to take over?

In an instant, they put their absurd thoughts behind them, how can things in the world be so outrageous.

boom!

The blond old man slammed the round table with a punch, and said suddenly and furiously:

The battle of the Western Regions must be won neatly and neatly. During your reign, the fortune of the empire has fallen sharply. I hope you will be ashamed!

The Barbarian Emperor didn't move, everyone in the world knew that it was Gu Changan's fault, but was his excuse useful?

Only practical action.

Don't embarrass the Tuoba Clan anymore! The old monster with the golden mask scolded and followed the blond old man out of the bronze palace.

Abyss is already analyzing this battle, Haitang of Evil's negligence is an important reason, the sword of national fortune is the decisive factor, and the key is that the fighting strength of the Han slaves in the lonely city can at least be comparable to the enlightened ones.

The martyr of the old world, why is it so weird? He didn't accept the baptism of the new world. The masked old monster's tone was half confused and half angry.

Anatomy, there is nowhere to hide any secrets! The blond old man was stern.

shame!

Shame of the Abyss Empire!

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