Comprehensive martial arts storyteller: I, a sword can open the gate of heaven

Hearing this, the audience's eyes couldn't help feeling sad.

I thought that this battle of recklessness would be very tragic, but I didn't expect it to be so miserable.

Both Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao were regarded as masters among masters, but they were still forced to death on this battlefield.

However, many listeners still had doubts about this battle, so they stood up and asked Mr. Ye: "Mr. Ye, you also said that a real master can come and go without hindrance among millions of troops. "

"And this Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao are both master-level figures, why don't you take a step back and go back to Jubei City to take a breath, and then go out of the city to kill the enemy?"

Regarding this, Ye Chen explained with a smile: "Such a big battle can be retreated just by saying retreat."

"There are eighteen masters here in Beiliang. Is it true that there are no masters in Beimang? Although Murong Baoding and others were beaten to death and disabled, are their martial arts really low?"

"Once these master-level figures have the idea of ​​returning to the city for a change of breath, these people will drag them all into the endless battle formation under Jubei City like maggots attached to their bones."

"At that time, one is that the state of mind will no longer be satisfactory after the idea of ​​retreating, and the other is that leaving the back to the enemy is undoubtedly very likely to lose his life in vain."

"Of course, if the eighteen masters cover each other, they can naturally return to the city of Jubei, but at this time, the battle of recklessness has turned into a huge meat grinder."

"Countless lives have been thrown into it, just look at the other side showing fatigue first. The two giant hands are fighting each other, but Beimang still has the upper hand."

"Eighteen Grandmasters risked their lives to barely resist Bei Mang's offensive."

"If they retreat, Beimang's hundreds of thousands of elites will seize the opportunity to attack by force, and the North City will be completely in danger, so it's not that they cannot retreat, but they really don't want to."

After listening to Ye Chen's explanation, the audience suddenly realized.

Therefore, the listeners will once again have a high respect for those eighteen masters who died generously.

In the gymnasium, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the impassioned Ye Chen on the high platform and couldn't help sighing: "Compared with these people, they are the real martial arts masters."

Lu Xiaofeng put away his usual sleazy style, and said with a serious expression: "This kind of character is truly worthy of our admiration."

"It stands to reason that the invasion of Beimang has little to do with these masters flying around, but the persistence in their hearts made them come outside the city of Jubei."

"This Jianghu in the snow let me see the real chivalry. He really is a great chivalrous man, serving the country and the people!"

"It's just, who among these masters will die next?"

……

On the high platform, Ye Chen's emotions were also unprecedentedly high.

At this time, he has forgotten that his first task is to earn reputation points.

Instead, he put all his emotions into the storytelling.

"Actually, before Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao went to die, two masters had already died first."

"One of them is Cheng Baishuang, an elderly scholar who came from Old Nantang."

"When commenting on Confucian saints in the snow, I once said that the realm of Confucian saints who were gifted by heavenly immortals like Xie Guanying was not included in the review."

"But although Cheng Baishuang is only a half-step Confucian saint, I would like to truly honor him as a Confucian saint!"

"Back then, Confucian Zhang Fuyao, Huang Longshi and others had all the luck of Confucianism, and after these people passed away one after another, people like Cheng Baishuang can successfully fill their seats and become true Confucian saints."

"Everyone knows that as long as Cheng Baishuang follows the steps, the Confucian saint realm can be easily achieved, but today, he gave up the opportunity to become a Confucian saint and came outside Jubei City."

"Before the Beimang army formation, countless trebuchets turned into weapons of war and smashed huge boulders at the head of Jubei City."

"Cheng Baishuang and Xue Songguan, the third blind luthier of Zhixuan, cooperated with each other to block the attacks of Beimang's catapults and arrow rain."

"In front of Xue Songguan, the strings of the guqin are broken, and the ten fingers are stained with blood, but they are still holding on."

"But when the battle was urgent, the Confucian saint Cheng Baishuang directly asked him to help others, and he guarded the city alone!"

"In the end, the old man was finally unable to raise his arm, and died of exhaustion!"

"But before he completely closed his eyes, there wasn't a single boulder in Beimang, and no arrow fell into Jubei City!"

"Before he died, the old man made two wishes. One wished that no frontier poems would be passed down to the world after this battle, and the other wished that everyone in future generations could grow old and forget their worries! Enjoy peace forever!"

Following Ye Chen's last words, the voice fell.

Many Confucian scholars present were already in tears.

No scholar has thought about corruption and bribery since the day he was studying. They all had a supreme ideal of bringing peace to all generations!
At this time, these Confucian scholars all maintained their respect for Cheng Baishuang from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hahaha, there are Zhang Fuyao, Huang Longshi, and Cheng Baishuang among the scholars, so I have no regrets."

"Who says a scholar has no courage, but my generation has a great spirit!"

Someone raised his wine glass high and said solemnly: "This glass, you should respect my Confucian Confucian saint Cheng Baishuang!"

"I am a Confucian scholar, I respectfully send off Mr. Cheng!"

……

On the high platform, Ye Chen's voice was excited.

And the emotions of the listeners reached the highest climax since Ye Chen's storytelling!

"Another one of the eighteen masters died, the sword-eating patriarch Sui Xiegu!"

Hearing this name, the audience was suddenly silent.

No one is unfamiliar with Sui Xiegu.

And Mr. Ye said that day that his last battle was outside Jubei City.

However, none of the listeners thought that such a peerless sword fairy would be left on the battlefield.

"Since Sui Xiegu entered the battlefield, he has been surrounded by sword energy and sword rainbows like light. Anyone who trespasses will be cut off in an instant."

"But looking at the endless Beiman army, the sword fairy Sui Xiegu chose to fight with a sword formation!"

"Sui Xiegu likes to eat swords, and I don't know how many famous swords he has eaten over the years, so he just raised his hand, and the four thousand swords were lined up with a limit of two thousand each, turning into two Haohao swords array!"

"Then, Sui Xiegu opened his mouth wide, and spit out a hundred-year-old sword intent surging straight into the sky."

"All the four thousand long swords trembled, as if they were seeing off the centenarian."

"There are 300 million immortals in the sky, you have to lower your eyebrows when you see me."

"This young man who exchanged arms with the sword god Li Chungang died with a smile on his face after a hundred years of anger!"

"Back then on the Guangling River, Li Chungang broke through two thousand and six armors in one go. Today, the ancestor of sword eating, Sui Xiegu, can't lose to Li Chungang!"

As Ye Chen's voice fell again, all the audience were waiting with solemn eyes.

Another master passed away.

This time it was Cheng Baishuang and Sui Xiegu.

Who should be the next person?How many people have to die to bring peace to the people of the world?

The Battle of Recklessness has become extremely tragic by this time, but the dead are still going on!