How many times the group portrait is spring

In late spring, Ning Jiuchen, the leader of Dongfang, died in battle, Nan Siyuan rebelled under the command of Moxiu, the monks of Dongfang were leaderless, surrounded by two tribes of monsters in the valley, and Moxiu won a great victory.

At that time, Yanzhi was taking the second Xuantian Stone between heaven and earth in the southern border. The victory in the east was what he expected, but sooner, there was another Nan Siyuan who rebelled into their east.

"My lord, this Nan Siyuan is not very trustworthy." Xuan Ye worshiped him.

"It doesn't matter." Yan Zhi smiled, "It's not that he's loyal. Whether it's true or not, he's betraying me, it will only make people in the cultivation world more scattered. This is enough."

"What's more." Yan Zhi held the two Xuantian stones in his palm, "Now Xuantianzong is the only one who can fight against me in the cultivation world. He is a mere sect, and it will only be a matter of time before the entire line is defeated."

When Xuantianzong was completely defeated, it was the day when he unsealed Jiuxiaotian.

Seeing that Yanzhi was so determined, Xuan Ye stopped talking too much. Now that their eastern border is the general trend, with the help of the two races of demons, Yanzhi also got the only two Xuantian stone in this world, and he can dominate the world with his god of transformation Just around the corner.

Compared with the ease and certainty of the eastern border, the southern border can be described as miserable, with demons overwhelming the city, and many scattered repairs abandoned the city and fled, leaving helpless people to be bullied by demons.

Qin Wujian beat back the cities one by one with his sword, and found that their manpower was not enough to protect the people in these cities.

"Let's move to the north." Another child of the aristocratic family sighed lowly, looking at the exhaustion of the people in the city.

They are really powerless to cultivate the world. The human race is not as grand as it was a thousand years ago. Those who escaped from the demon lock tower are all the big evil demons that their ancestors suppressed for thousands of years. How can they resist.

Qin Wujian leaned his back against the city wall, holding a sword and pestle in one hand. He was very tired, so he didn't care about the leadership posture. He fought back one by one from the cities that the casual cultivators gave up, and found that there was not enough manpower, so he had to dispatch The monks escorted the people on the border to retreat.

But the situation in the northern border is not much better than their southern border. I also heard that the eastern border has raised troops, their cultivation world is shrinking, and the demons and demon cultivators are surrounded. The final result is self-evident.

Qin Wujian hasn't been back to the sect for a long time. I heard that the only one guarding the sect now is his Junior Brother Wudu, but since Master Jiuchen died in the battle in the Eastern Realm, Junior Brother Wudu probably will go out soon.

In addition, there is one more thing, Smelting City is broken.

The Li family, a family of swordsmen, defended the smelting industry and was destroyed.

Only his daughter, Li Yao, who was guarding the border far away, was left.

Qin Wujian met Li Yao three months ago. She was not a delicate girl at all. She was a very heroic person guarding the border. At that time, he praised Li Yao as a heroine. Li Yao just looked at him with a smile and said: "Everyone is responsible for the sufferings of the common people, and there is no such thing as a woman."

Now that the Li clan has been destroyed, he thought, with that girl Li Yao's resilience, Mo Yao would raise her knife and laugh three times to suppress the tears and grief she shouldn't have as a leader of the frontier defense.

This life is devastated, under the smoke of gunpowder, how can they, as defenders, let their own grief overwhelm the big event.

"I can't give up any more. Another inch of this city will hurt the people even more." Qin Wujian raised his hand and swung the doctor away. He also stood up with the sword, regardless of his injuries. Territory, do not give up an inch of land! There are thousands of people in the human race, and they have their own self-cultivation guards!"

"Don't give up an inch of land! Protect the people!" The monks in the city followed Qin Wujian's loud voice and repeated his words. From the beginning to the end, they firmly believed that if one is united, one's strength will cut through gold.

Extreme North Snow

"Ning Jiuchen died in battle, and Nan Siyuan betrayed?" Jing Rong paused every word, and finally said nothing more.

In fact, not only the war situation in the eastern border showed a decline, but the southern border also lost several large cities one after another. The refugees moved north, and the world became more and more chaotic.

The monsters are in constant trouble, the battle is endless, and it is imperative to reseal the demon-locking tower, but Jing Rong has not found a clue yet, so he can only support it now, so as not to let the entire human race fall under the monsters.

"The longer this drags on, the heavier the casualties will be." Taoist Qingxuan sighed softly. The extreme northern defense line is where their high-ranking monks gather most. Now that other defense lines have been broken one after another, what's the use of only defending the extreme northern line.

"Let Lin Wuduan go to the Xuanbei border immediately." Jing Rong thought for a moment, and then issued a transfer order. Unexpectedly, he did not transfer Lin Wuduan to the east border defense line, but said: "My seat, go to the east border in person." territory."

Nan Siyuan's defection was not that simple, and the Eastern Realm was not as easy to deal with as they thought. A Demon Lord, a Demon Lord, with the help of the entire Eastern Realm and the Demon Race, how could Pai Lin Wudu go to solve it? of.

"Jing Rong, you, you..." Taoist Qingxuan paused, "You shouldn't have gone in person."

"There is no other way, Uncle Master." Jing Rong didn't know that after the unification of all realms, the sword of the East Realm would point directly at Jiuxiaotian, but he has no way to reseal Jiuxiaotian, and there will be no time for a breakthrough.

Why don't you give it a go, give it a go, this is the way of life for the human race.

"No one can escape this catastrophe." Li Zhifeng knew it earlier.

Thousands of years ago, they were also the amazing generation of arrogance in the cultivation world. He and Hengshuo Taoist Yang Ji were as famous as Xiaoyao Dao and Wuqing Dao. In the end, what was the final result?

Yang Ji turned into a stick of loess, and the history books have only a few notes on this ruthless Daoist, and he still can't get rid of the word "rebel". As for him, Laoshizi Sword Immortal, he is just a down-and-out person who has lost his sword heart.

He has not made any progress in his cultivation for thousands of years, and he has lived in a corner day after day. This is not a punishment for him;

Fortunately, Chunqiu is still alive, which is a living proof that his past is not a dream he made up.

Even if, for thousands of years, she just wanted to take his life.

The leader of the city was dressed in a strong outfit, and her black hair was high. When she raised her eyes, she was murderous. The fireworks at her fingertips showed that she was the purest fire root.

Her eyes were astonishingly clear at the beginning, but now all that remains is a decisive killing intent, and a little blush between her brows has opened up, adding to the sharpness.

But Li Zhifeng only thought that she was still very beautiful.

Little Eleven, like the first acquaintance, dazzled into his heart.

The only pity is that the millennium tossing and turning made her lose her smile.

Little Eleven is the girl with the prettiest smile in the world.

It was before, it is now, and it will be in the future.

"Li Zhifeng, if you kill yourself here, I will retreat and never set foot in the northern border again." But on Spring and Autumn Eleven, as long as he dies, the most humiliating method will be used.

Li Zhifeng looked at the Spring and Autumn Eleven for a long time, and said: "Don't worry about it."

As long as the city defense formation is here, it will be difficult for Spring and Autumn Eleven to make an inch of progress.

It's not that he can't see the disappointment in Chunqiu's eyes, it's not that he can't feel that the disciples of the same clan behind him are speechless, it's not that he doesn't know that he has become a coward in the eyes of others from the famous sword fairy.

"I will kill you with my own hands, Li Zhifeng." It was Chunqiu Yiyi who stabbed the plaque on the city wall with his sword, and rode away without looking at him again.

It wasn't until the figure got farther and farther away that Li Zhifeng smiled slightly and answered a good word to himself.

On the eleventh day of the long journey, she waved away her attendants and rode alone on the ice field. Her heart became more and more empty. After traveling for thousands of years, most of her memories were so blurred that she couldn't tell the truth from reality. There was only one scene. The prairie fire burned her mind.

In that fire that was enough to burn everything, it was Wen Yu who held her and couldn't help crying, it was Wen Yu's fingers that warmly touched her eyebrows, and when a stream of light fell down, the sealing formula was covered.

With the spell of silence, she couldn't speak, she could only watch Wenyu sigh, and said to her with tears and smiles: "The rest of the way, let Eleven girls walk for us."

don't want!Absolutely not!Chunqiu Shiyi was crying from the bottom of her heart, but she could only watch the flames getting bigger and bigger, the people of Wuji Palace rolled and screamed in the flames, Wen Yu also stood up straight with Yang Ji's strength, and the two wrapped their arms around each other with their hands clasped. The light group living in Spring and Autumn Eleven pushed farther and farther away from the Promise Palace.

The last thing she looked back in a panic was the two people who depended on each other in the sea of ​​fire, and the sword fairy who came from the sword.

"I personally killed my close friend Hengshuo, then killed Wen Yu, and then killed my Chunqiu clan. With the blood and bones of many innocent people, he forged his reputation as a sword fairy." Such an act! How can a coward come here!"

No misunderstanding, all facts.

Li Zhifeng also remembered that that year when the fire ignited the prairie fire, when he came with the sword, Yang Ji held Wen Yu's hand and looked at him quietly, he only raised the sword and said, "Get out of the way."

"I won't let it go." Yang Ji's eyes were full of meaning, "I know you have many unavoidable things in this position, but if I let you pass today, you will regret it one day."

"Why bother, Hengshuo." Li Zhifeng frowned slightly, if Yang Ji didn't want to be depraved, he thought, after thousands of years, Taoist Hengshuo, the ruthless Daoist, would be recorded in the history books.

"Why bother?" Yang Ji asked without answering, "You didn't want to come, Bei Xiao."

"I must come."

"You can't go home empty-handed."

"..."

"That girl is kind to me. If you want her life, you should step over my body first." Yang Ji drew his sword, and Wen Yu behind him looked at him with tears in his eyes, and agreed very lightly: " And I."

Li Zhifeng's chest was aching, but he could only bear it and said: "You and I are no longer the same way, do you think I really dare not kill you?"

"Hengshuo, one last time, get out of the way."

In the battle between these two celestial prides, even if Yang Jixiu suffered the most damage, he still has the power to fight against Li Zhifeng, but he still has to take care of Wen Yu, because he was the first to harm himself, the outcome is already a foregone conclusion.

"If your big plans must be filled with human lives, my Yang Ji's life is enough to replace this girl." Yang Ji coughed up blood with the help of a sword, and it was Wen Yu who gently stroked the blood on the corner of his lips, and said in a warm voice: "Add me another..."

When a short dagger appeared in Wenyu's palm, blood burst out again.

Wen Yu lowered her gaze and said softly, "If it's still not enough, we have no other choice."

"I hope that the Taoist Lord will live up to the heart of the sword."

"What kind of sword heart, heart, heart, carefree and ruthless, in the final analysis, what binds us is the human heart." Yang Ji spoke slowly, and the moment he hugged Wen Yu, he looked at Li Zhifeng with so much pity.

People in the world often say that the free and easy way of the sword is the most free and easy, but even the master of the free and unfettered way of the sword, Beixiao Daojun, is also bound in the secular world.

The sea of ​​flames is getting farther and farther away, and Li Zhifeng's journey alone is getting farther and farther away. Yang Ji is right, since he took the responsibility of exterminating demon cultivators, he has not been the original self.

It can be heard in the distance behind, that Wen Yu fell into Yang Ji's arms before she was exhausted, and the two tightly clasped fingers refused to let go no matter what, it was Wen Yu who approached Yang Ji and whispered: "I...I don't blame you, master. Respect."

The most proud man in Wuqing Dao in the past was stunned when he heard the words, and let the sea of ​​fire burn the land, and in half a quarter of an hour it would affect the place where they were. He still wanted to hold Wen Yu in his arms and caress her , tremblingly said: "Call me by my name... okay, Ah Yu..."

He had been waiting for Wen Yu's forgiveness for too long, but fortunately, he was finally able to untie this knot with her before the end.

Wen Yu tried her best to smile at Yang Ji, and whispered in his ear: "Ah...Ah Ji, if there is an afterlife, we would meet earlier and be an ordinary couple..."

"it is good……"