The sight of 300,000 troops surrounding a city from all sides is shocking and full of true epic feeling just by imagining.
For anyone who has personally experienced the battle of the Falling Star Mausoleum, many scenes in the war are pictures that are deep in the heart and will never be erased.
Tang Chuqing was also in such an epic battle back then, but he was still very young at the time, most of the time he was only assisting in taking care of the wounded and carrying arrows and other ordnance, he was not always at the forefront of the battle, so he saw much less shocking pictures than the white-shirted swordsman.
Neither had he seen anything like it.
However, this white-shirted swordsman's teacher, in the battle of the Falling Star Tomb that year, was also the same as the white-shirted swordsman of these two RI, wanting to let his disciples see more things and learn more things as much as possible, so although this white-shirted swordsman was as young as Tang Chuqing in the battle of the Falling Star Tomb back then, most of the time, he followed his teacher and was at the forefront of the battlefield.
He had seen many powerful Yun Qin cultivators who followed Dean Zhang in that big battle, because the number of ordinary soldiers on Yun Qin's side was too small, and the number of powerful cultivators who followed Dean Zhang was too large, so the protagonists on the battlefield were always those Yun Qin cultivators who were so powerful that they were inhuman.
From the shots of those Yun Qin cultivators, and from the many pictures of that battle, this white-shirted swordsman also gained a lot of insights, and only then did he have such an achievement.
It was in that certain picture that he had seen such darkness.
It was precisely this kind of darkness that was under the scorching darkness at that time, and at the same time, it instantly turned into hundreds of millions of black particles that spread for miles, and the soul power in the body of the two thousand soul soldiers and heavy armored soldiers of the Nanmo Kingdom at that time and the dozens of powerful cultivators who had many saint masters among them instantly melted like ice and snow.
The heavy armor of the two thousand soul soldiers who had lost the support of their soul power fell at high speed, stumbling together like pieces of scrap metal, and the dozens of strong men who were enough to make the vast majority of cultivators in the world look up to them were just like ordinary people, and their flesh and blood died in the squeezing and impact of steel.
It was one of the most shocking images in his mind.
Following his teacher, this white-shirted swordsman saw with his own eyes how mighty and invincible the army of Nanmo was and how beautiful it was approaching the Falling Star Mausoleum, and witnessed the whole process of the army of Nanmo being defeated one after another under the condition of taking advantage of it, and finally being frightened and falling into defeat.
At that time, his teacher and those strongest cultivators in the Nanmo Kingdom of the same era did not know whether such a piece of black that was enough to plunge the deepest black in the hearts of all enemies was a medicine or a soul soldier, and the only thing that could be determined was that it must not be made by any craftsman in this world, and it must be the same as Da Hei, a remnant from some unknown land.
After using such a thing to kill the most important and powerful force of the army of the Southern Mo Kingdom at that time, there were many more critical moments in the entire Falling Star Mausoleum.
At that moment, some of the cultivators who followed Dean Zhang, Dean Zhang's friends, and even used their own flesh and blood to fill some gaps in the city wall, until they exhausted the last trace of soul power, shed the last blood in their bodies, and fell down with countless wounds on their bodies.
But at the most critical moment when many of these friends who were so important to Dean Zhang died in battle, there was no such deepest darkness again, so for the later cultivators of the Nanmo Kingdom at that time, there was only one such thing, which had been exhausted, and there was no such thing in the world.
However, in this East King Mausoleum, he saw such the deepest darkness again.
Let all cultivators fall from the clouds to the black of ordinary people in an instant.
At this moment, the white-shirted swordsman, who had dissipated all the residual soul power in his body, seemed to have really seen his fate, his past and present lives, and he seemed to have come to the Falling Star Mausoleum again.
His heart was slightly bitter.
He knew that Dean Zhang at that time must have no such thing, he had, and he would definitely use it at that time, it must have been the later Qingluan Academy, and in the long years after the establishment of Yunqin, he found such a thing.
And Qingluan Academy did not overly entrust the gods, and paid too much attention to the ability of the gods.
Qingluan Academy has always put its strongest strength on Lin Xi's body.
Therefore, Dongjingling is the strongest city in this battle.
From the Holy Rank that transcended this time, to Shen Tu Nian, who was directly knocked to the mortal dust, and all the flames and brilliance on his body were extinguished, the god on his face could not be described in words.
He stumbled, and his forward body almost unsteady on his feet, and he fell directly to the ground.
Lin Xi was also very shocked.
The first feeling of this change made him feel as if he had been abolished in an instant.
But he also soon saw the petite figure in a black robe standing up at the top of the pavilion by the river, and he knew that this was his own person, and he suddenly felt a little relieved, and he no longer panicked completely.
Turn off the AT AD AGT Then he quickly sensed that his body did not have any changes except for the dissipation of soul power, and he understood that such a thing could only destroy the soul power accumulated in the body of all the cultivators within the enveloping range, just like emptying the water of a pond in an instant, but it did not damage the pond itself, so it only consumed the soul power, not abolishing the cultivation, as long as there was time to meditate and practice, the soul power could still be slowly accumulated.
This kind of definite perception makes him feel calmer and calmer.
Shen Tu Nian stood firm, his body trembling violently, his face distorted into deep wrinkles, and he finally understood what was happening, thinking of a certain record in the Purgatory Mountain Classics.
"There is such a thing, Qingluan Academy actually still has it."
He muttered to himself.
"You have a good plan, I have a wall ladder.
You have mad dogs in Purgatory Mountain, and our Qingluan Academy, of course, will also have good things.
Lin Xi thought about the power of this thing, and said with emotion, and suddenly felt that it was not interesting to talk to Shen Tunian, and muttered to himself: "But you don't understand the darkness of the day and night, and it's nonsense to talk to you, and you can't understand it." ” Shen Tunian really doesn't understand the darkness of day and night, of course he can't know what Zhang Liangji is and what is a ladder over the wall.
But hearing Lin Xi's thick sarcastic words, he was like those completely numb serfs who had been tortured in the Purgatory Mountain, and he couldn't feel much anger at all.
He just raised his head and looked at Lin Xi, "So what, even if you don't have soul power, I am still the body of a holy master, and my strength is still stronger than yours." ” Lin Xi pulled out his sword with his backhand, and looked at Shen Tu Nian in an inexplicable tone with a hint of sadness, "You can try it." ” Shen Tu Nian's body paused slightly.
Looking at Lin Xi's face at this time, he even began to doubt this world.
Lin Xi's calm and slightly sad face makes people see strong self-confidence.
So even if it stands to reason that a holy master without soul power is definitely much stronger than a national warrior without soul power, and Shen Tu Nian has been cultivating for a longer time and has experienced more battles, no one wants to step forward to help him, just watch him lift his long sword and face Shen Tu Nian alone.
Shen Tu Nian took a deep breath, and at this time he forced himself to put all his emotions and doubts about this world out of his mind, he bent down and picked up a piece of silver-white metal hollow tube.
This was Chu Yehan's first use, a section of the weapon that resisted the destruction of the white-shirted swordsman's flying sword, but as long as it pierced into a person's body, it could also kill.
Shen Tu Nian began to run in small steps, his movements were still very fast, there was a sound of air explosion, and the silver-white hollow broken tube in his hand suddenly came out of his hand and flew straight to Lin Xi's neck, at the same time, his body straightened, and with a kick, he kicked Lin Xi's lower abdomen.
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At this moment, the virtual and the real change.
With the strength of his kick, it was enough to kick Lin Xi, who had no soul power to protect his body, to seriously injure him, or at least directly lose his combat power.
However, when the hollow broken tube in his hand came out of his hand, Lin Xi had already begun to turn around.
So at this moment, every action of Shen Tunian seemed to be cooperating with Lin Xi.
Lin Xi turned around, and Shen Jian went down.
The silver-white hollow broken tube whining in the air swept past the side of his neck, and Shen Tu Nian's knee collided with Lin Xi's sword.
So Shen Tu Nian kicked out, and his entire calf was broken.
Lin Xi's body slid past Shen Tu Nian's side.
His movements didn't seem to be fast in the eyes of everyone, but a certain part of his body suddenly detached from his body, and Shen Tu Nian couldn't keep his balance at this time, so his body was toppling.
Lin Xi was not polite, and when Shen Tu Nian's punch was struck, but because of the loss of balance in his body, his posture was strange and not threatening, his sword was raised again, and Shen Tu Nian's arm was easily cut off.
He stood behind Shen Tunian.
Shen Tu Nian, who had lost an arm and a calf, fell heavily behind him.
Shen Tu Nian's body was already numb.
He didn't even feel pain when he fell to the ground.
He just thinks the world is too unreasonable.
"I really don't understand, or is this just a nightmare?"
He coughed, and with the last of his strength, slammed his head against the wet slate.
Sticky hot blood poured from his cracked skull.
"You're wrong, ridiculously wrong."
Lin Xi hadn't looked back yet, but through the sound, he knew what was happening, so he said this in his heart and slowly turned around.
In his sight, like the darkest ink painting of the East King Tomb, there is a lot of blood flying.
In this world, everything is real.
Because the blood shed by many Yunqin people in this is unprecedentedly real.
"It's not unreasonable, it's just that there is some truth that you don't understand."
He whispered in his heart again.
The white-shirted swordsman looked at Lin Xi, no one knew what he understood at the moment, and what he understood, he didn't make any sound, just smiled silently and bowed forward.
He clenched his palms, and the erected sword pierced his heart and peeked out from behind him
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