Nightfall

Chen Pipi sat down next to Ye Su, looking at the white smoke, with a slightly distressed look and some pain.

For him, the news of Ye Hongyu's death also meant a lot of things, childhood memories, and life in Guan Guan, which came to an abrupt halt, and there were no companions to share. At the same time, this meant that the father and son were anti-purpose tragedies.

"Not the end."

He was silent for a moment, then said: "As long as it is alive, everything is possible, so why go?"

During the talk, the strong man from the Xiling Temple had already been killed before the stage. No matter how pious the Protestant believers were, it was impossible to slow down the pace of these people.

Chen Pipi stood behind Ye Su and began to pack his bags. He is now a waste of snow and mountains. He could not participate in the battle, but he seemed very calm and confident.

After leaving Linkang City, such a situation has happened many times. They can break through the blockade of the Xiling Temple every time. He believes that today will be no exception, even if the white smoke has risen.

Because he believed that she could protect his brother from leaving.

Tang Xiaotang stood before him and Ye Su.

The disciples of Jiange are fighting with those who are strong in the Daomen, and Jianguang has blood between them from time to time.

She just stood in front of Ye Su and Chen Pipi. She didn't go anywhere else. She held an iron rod. When someone came, she smashed the past with a stick, and the enemies blew with blood.

She is not a big husband.

But when she closed, no one could pass.

Looking at this Mozong woman wearing a thin cotton coat, who is not too young next year but still wearing a double ponytail like a girl, Xiaoyu's eyes showed strong hostility. More shocked.

She understood the hostility of Tang Xiaotang very well. She just couldn't understand it. She was drifting for thousands of miles. The Protestant people struggled to survive under the Daomen's chase. The real strong man was Tang Xiaotang. Where did she get hurt? How much power is there in that little body?

Tang Xiaotang is indeed very tired.

In these days after leaving Linkang City, she took everyone to break through the four lines of defense of the Xiling Temple. She encountered 21 battles. She killed 371 temple strongmen and suffered 14 Secondary injuries-regardless of the danger or dullness of the battle. She is a general. No matter how light or serious the injury is, she is bleeding.

She persevered, did not fall, and took Ye Su and Chen Pipi, the brothers and sisters of the snowy mountains. The more reckless mountains. Travel a thousand miles. Came to the Song Dynasty capital.

She was so exhausted that she was crumbling, but she still beat her with an iron rod. Standing under the stage, singing this beautiful play, no one can take a step.

The sword broke the horses' horses and chaos. Several Song cavalry who attacked the high platform from the diagonal side were swept down by Tang Xiaotang. With the heavy impact of the sound, even the horse could not afford to fall.

Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly bright, the blue robe fluttered in the morning light, the sword in his hand became a straight line, piercing the morning wind and the cold, and immediately came to Tang Xiaotang's body.

The swords of the practitioners are all flying swords, but her sword is not separated from the hand, the wrist and the elbow are also a section of that line.

From Ke Haoran to Liu Bai, the history of kendo has changed. The real swordsman will no longer easily let the sword leave his hand, especially when facing the real strong enemy.

Jian Feng's cold, reflecting the snow on the ground of the square, stab Tang Xiaotang's eyes.

Tang Xiaotang didn't close his eyes, didn't blink, and stared at the Dao sword with the flavor of the salty and damp sea, feeling the hidden meaning of the sea rain and the wind, silently waving his stick.

In the face of Xiaoyu who knew the realm of life, she didn't keep her hand, her petite body turned into burning stone, and Ming Zong's skills squeezed the power of every trace of her body, betting on the iron rod.

The iron rod in her hand was originally a sword, and it was a holy relic of the Demon Sect-the **** giant sword. In the war of Changan, Yulian used this knife to cut off the rainbow of the viewer, and the blood knife was burned into iron stick.

She devoted herself to the academy, worshipped Yulian as a teacher, and became the third-generation master of the academy. After that, this iron rod has been held in her hand-looking like an iron rod, it is still a knife in essence, and the knife is deep. During the period of hiding, he once dug the heavens in the back wall of Houshan, and also smashed the chessboard to the sky. He once killed the cavalry of the Xiling Temple in Taoshan at the light festival, and the heroes of the killing were not afraid to dare. Turbulent, also cut cabbage in the broken house in the alley.

At this time, the iron bar waved out again, even though Xiaoyu's Dao Jian brought the sea rain and wind, it was suddenly broken, thousands of raindrops were not seen, and the flexible sky was cut into countless pieces.

Dao Jian was slightly off, stabbed in Tang Xiaotang's left shoulder, and then picked up sharply.

Tang Xiaotang still has a tender and beautiful face, his expression remains unchanged, and the iron bar continues to move forward.

Xiao Yu groaned, a flash of palpitation flashed in his eyes, 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.

At the moment of encounter, she was defeated and injured.

The sword folds unbroken, and the terrifying enthusiasm follows the sword's body and falls on Xiaoyu's body. Immediately, she is shot and flew past the surging crowd below and falls towards the rear.

Tang Xiaotang didn't close his hand, stepped on the ground with his soles, smashed seventeen blue bricks around him, his body suddenly emptied, chased away like a flying stone, and the iron rod hit her chest directly.

Looking at this scene, many ministers and deacons were shocked and showed fear. They all flooded to Xiaoyu's landing place. For a time, the crowd of people in the square actually arched several tides.

Xiaoyu is the daughter of the sea and the most trusted subordinate of the subject. She has a special status. People dare to let her suffer any damage. I do n’t know how many swords fly in the sky. I want to stop Tang Xiaotang.

Tang Xiaotang looked unchanged, watching the Daomen women flying ahead, letting those flying swords be cut on himself, it seemed that he just wanted to kill the opponent with a stick, and the past would be over with a heart.

There were countless sharp and loud noises in the air, but in an instant, at least seven flying swords fell on her and cut off the ordinary clothes.

But no blood fell.

As a saint of Mozong, her body has been tempered by the strength of heaven and earth.

How sharp are those Daojian. She could only cut her skin, leaving some very thin and light wounds, and the sword entered her body, making her lips bleed, but she could not stop her castration.

The iron rod was raised, and it became a singular trend.

When the iron bar falls, he will kill Xiao Yusheng.

Xiaoyu landed on the ground, his face pale and bloodless, and the blushes that had previously flowed out. Has been dispersed by the present danger. But there was not much fear in her eyes.

Tang Xiaotang looked calm and seemed to guess that something else would happen.

Sure enough, a change occurred.

A black peach flower. Suddenly in the air in the square.

That **** has no substance. Purely formed by the condensation of heaven and earth. Extremely beautiful, but not charming, just blindly killed. The black petals, exuding the smell of annihilation, appear extremely powerful.

The appearance of black peach blossoms attracted everyone's attention.

Tang Xiaotang's eyes fell on it, because it was in full bloom in front of her eyes.

She wasn't surprised, she suddenly fell off with a stick.

From yesterday to this morning, Daomen's attitude was very decisive. As the white smoke rose, the war officially began, and peace could not return to the world. Daomen's ambition was to be won.

The Nanhai Maiden who knew her destiny and the strong men of the Daomen, as well as the cavalry of the Song Kingdom, seemed to be strong. But where is the word "Ambition"?

Tang Xiaotang knew that the Xiling Temple must be watched by a real strongman, and she even guessed who the man was. It's just that time has passed one day and one night, and that person has never appeared, which makes her uneasy and uneasy.

All the focus is not on Xiaoyu at all.

She waited for the moment when the black peach flower bloomed.

A loud noise.

The dark iron rod hit the black peach flower accurately and violently.

The invisible and intangible black peach blossoms dissipated in response to sound, and instantly turned into a lordless heaven and earth. They scattered towards the square and disappeared like clouds and steam.

Tang Xiaotang's face was pale, and a sip of blood would come out.

When the iron bar 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 now very powerful, so strong that he does not need to wait for the opportunity, he just waited quietly, and then played to defeat everyone.

Tang Xiaotang fell to the ground, stepped on the blue bricks, and shook his right arm slightly, looking at a certain courtyard wall.

Her chest undulated slightly, and two black ponytails swayed slightly behind her.

Her face was pale and she was obviously seriously injured.

More than ten deacons of the priests attacked Tang Xiaotang.

Xiao Yu swept forward, the curved Dao sword suddenly re-straightened, and once again a sword pierced her eyes.

No one can recover from such a serious injury in such a short time.

This is the best chance to kill Tang Xiaotang.

At this most dangerous moment, Tang Xiaotang took a deep breath.

The cold wind in the square was sucked into her abdomen by her.

The air burned rapidly in her lungs.

Some gloomy eyes suddenly turned bright again.

Those injuries seemed to be cured in an instant.

The iron rod broke through the wind and hit the sword in Xiaoyu's hand.

With a clear sound, the sword was finally broken, but the iron bar was still as firm as before.

After Xiaoyu hummed and retreated, there was an incredible look in his eyes.

She couldn't understand what the material of this Mozong woman's body was made of, and why she was so seriously injured that she could recover as usual in such a short time!

Tang Xiaotang killed a deacon in black who attacked from the side and back with a stick.

She walked towards the wall of the courtyard, and the person was broken and broken, and no one could stop it.

No one can stop her when she is going there.

Along the way, the iron rod did not know how many people were killed.

Blood spilled from the sky to nourish the earth.

She was walking alone between the sky and the earth, her figure was lonely, surrounded by enemies, she had no helpers, she had only herself, but that was enough.

She seemed not to be hurt at all. The black peach flower, no matter how scary, could not leave her any harm. It seemed that no one in the world could hurt her.

Looking at this scene, Daomen strongmen and Song Guo cavalry were shocked and silent.

Just then, there were several bleak noises in the distance.

Poof, a crossbow. Shot into Tang Xiaotang's left chest.

The crossbow arrows failed to enter the body, the sharp arrow clusters pierced the skin, little blood oozed out, and the clothes were red.

But at least it means something, or a comfort.

The fact that the desperate clerical deacon was refreshed, and the fact that there were no people who would not be injured, made them wake up and become extremely excited.

"She can't do it!"

"Her demon skills have failed!"

"Kill her!"

On the square in the early morning, the deacons of the priests and the cries of the Song cavalry were everywhere. People seemed crazy. Tang Xiaotang turned a deaf ear. Holding the iron bar, he continued to walk towards the courtyard wall.

I don't know how many people fell in front of her, she finally came to the courtyard wall.

Quietly, the courtyard wall collapsed. The masonry landed quietly. Like dead leaves falling on the snow. There was no sound, and the heart was palpable silently, just like that figure.

Long Qing stood at the gap of the courtyard wall. Watching her quietly.

In the distance, a terrible voice came, and the ground began to shake slightly. All the gates were opened at the same time. Thousands of cavalry soldiers in the Xiling Temple hidden in the mountain forests of the suburbs entered.

Tang Xiaotang heard it and knew it, but she just looked at the gap in the collapsed courtyard wall, at the man standing there, at the scar on his face, and attentively.

She knew that as long as this person was killed, it would n’t make sense even if there were more Xiling Temple guardian cavalry coming. If the other party could not be killed, then it was her turn and those who cared about her to die.

Quiet, the square suddenly became very quiet.

Everyone looked at this, Chen Pipi was like this, even Ye Su looked here.

Then he saw the pile of dry wood behind the courtyard wall. The dry wood had been piled up to a person's height, and it was very neatly packed. The cross above seemed to be made by a skilled carpenter.

Chen Pipi's face became pale, and Ye Su was just silent, as if she saw her destiny.

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 thinks."

Suddenly, a bright sword flashed across.

A disciple of Jiange recognized Longqing, thinking of the destruction of the swords was the hand of this person, and thinking of Liu Yiqing was forced to death by this person with the powerful Daomen, and his blood surged up, quietly stabbing with a sword.

This sword is very decisive, with the belief of death, so it is very powerful.

Long Qing's expression remained the same, his right hand flicked across his chest. Like those who played tricks in the Xiangfang Square of Chang'an City, there was a black peach flower in his hand, which would be greeted before the sword light.

This **** is not condensed by the spirit of heaven and earth. It has a real shape and seems to be made of cheap silk.

The sword pierced the black peach blossoms, and the petals of the peach petals fell off, but the sword, like the stamen of the wind and frost, quickly withered away, and the sword was covered with rust, as if Chen had been released for thousands of years.

The sword was ruined, and the breath of the disciple of the sword pavilion suddenly faded. His face was full of anger, and there were many spots on it.

Looking at the scene, Tang Xiaotang's eyes narrowed like a willow leaf.

She discovered that Long Qing was not the same as that of the evil gray-eye practice, which was able to seize the spiritual cultivation of other practitioners without being looked at, and it was powerful to a terrible situation.

What is the pinnacle of knowing the fate? For Longqing now, it doesn't make much sense.

Tang Xiaotang's expression is dignified, but she is still not afraid, because it happens that she is also a strong man who can ignore the division of spiritual practice.

Long Qing said blankly, "Please."

Tang Xiaotang inhaled and raised her chest high. She had previously absorbed half of the cold wind in the square, and at this time she sucked all the remaining cold wind into her body, even seeming to **** down the high-altitude snow clouds.

The air burned in her body and turned into endless power.

She bent her knees slightly.

In the back hill of the academy, she was forced by Yu Lian to keep jumping at the waterfall. Before jumping, she had to bend her knees.

She jumped up.

Only this time, instead of jumping down the waterfall, I jumped into the sky.

With a bang, countless pieces of blue bricks broke, and the middlemost pieces were broken into powder.

There was a lot of dust in front of the courtyard wall, and many people were lost in the eyes.

Tang Xiaotang disappeared.

No one knows where she went.

Long Qing didn't close his eyes. After the dust fell, he looked up at the sky.

He knew she went above the sky.

He knew she would not run away, so no matter how high she jumped, there was always a moment of falling back to the ground.

So he stood on the spot and waited calmly.

He looked at the sky and looked up, waiting.

Everyone in the field looked at the sky with his gaze.

The morning light spilled over from the sea to the east, the snow clouds were so white, and the occasional sky was so blue, besides, I could see nothing more, and there was no silhouette.

A moment later, a small black spot finally appeared in the sky.

That is a figure.

Suddenly there was a sharp roar in the sky, and the sound reached the ground, shattered the glazed tiles in the palace of King Song, dumb the ancient clock in the Taoist Temple, and shocked countless sleeping birds in the forest.

Many people heard the roar and squatted with their ears covered in pain.

That whistle is the sound of friction, the sound of things and air rubbing at high speed. That thing must be extremely hard, otherwise at such a terrible speed, it would have long shattered.

It is hard to imagine that it is the human body.

The black spot quickly expanded, it was a figure.

The figure of Tang Xiaotang.

Just like her brother once did.

Just like her teacher once did.

She jumped from the sky.

She lifted the iron bar and hit the top of Long Qing's head with an unimaginable force.

That strength 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 that sharp roar reached its maximum, Tang Xiaotang returned to the ground.

She was like a meteorite, slamming into Long Qing in front of the gap of the courtyard wall.

Her leather boots had begun to burn, with Mars, dragging more than ten thin lines of fire in the air.

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The ground was twisted and deformed, and those blue bricks cracked like a cobweb, and turned into countless small but powerful gravel under Longqing's feet, accompanied by a fierce tearing sound, lasing everywhere.

An unknown winter tree beside the courtyard wall was instantly shot into sawdust and fluttered in the wind.

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(The feeling of working hard these two days is really good, work is actually a good medicine, I need to understand this truth earlier, but it ’s not too late, some people in Weibo say that you will naturally have a manuscript by the end of the month Can't help laughing, this is a new reader, haven't I read my book before? I don't know if I haven't asked for a monthly pass this year? Don't know anything? Is it funny?

Here I recommend a novel written by Ye Shuyou, whose name is Yang Jiulang, who is born again. The brief introduction is as follows: Modern junkie Yang Jiu fought loyalty in a gang fire and a middle-aged suit, but unfortunately was killed by mistake. Traveling to the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty with unwilling grievances, it was just adopted by Yang Jiye as the second son, named Jiu, the word Yande, commonly known as Yang Jiulang. Since then, Yang Jiu began a mixed experience. ) (To be continued ...)