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In the middle of the night, the night wind howled, and no one in Qianqu County fell asleep.

Lamps were lit in every household, and fireworks to worship small statues floated from the courtyard walls.

On the towering city wall, a torch is burning blazingly.The peasants put on their iron armor and wiped their guns with the light.

The disciples of the Song Academy meditated and adjusted their breath, trying their best to restore their spiritual energy.

The inside of the city wall is covered by a giant formation, and a faint light flows from the semi-arc barrier.

Wei Zhenyu stood at the top of the city and looked back, the Qianqu behind him was brightly lit, like an island of light in the boundless darkness.

"King Wei, news from the secret road in Hongfu County."

Wei Zhenyu opened the talisman paper folded into a triangle: "'Zhengdao Xianmeng' gathered eighteen sects and aristocratic families, known as [-] yuan infants, [-] golden pills, [-] monks, have settled in Hongfu County, and attacked the east gate at dawn. "

He just finished reading, the talisman paper ignited spontaneously without fire, and disappeared without leaving any traces.

Qianqu is bordered by poisonous miasma forest in the north, high mountains in the west, and barren swamp in the south. The three sides are surrounded by dangerous places, and only the east border borders Hongfu County.

In recent years, the two counties have opened up trade, and Qianqu County has helped Hongfu County solve the problem of successive floods.

Zhu Sheng didn't quite understand: "King Wei, this Liu Hongshan is an immortal official of Huawei Sect, but he is willing to cooperate with us in digging underground secret tunnels, and even tried to send us news. Who does he want to win?"

Wei Zhenyu flicked the ashes on his fingertips: "It doesn't matter to him who wins or loses, he just hopes that he can continue to be a fairy official. Go tell him and continue digging tunnels."

"One hundred thousand monks?" Meng Heze looked at the densely packed cloud boats and flying artifacts on the clouds, and laughed, "They are all thousand-year-old bastards and ten-thousand-year tortoises. How many of them can you fight?"

The fleet carried monks above Jindan and hovered over Hongfu County.

Hua Weizong failed in the first surprise attack and was caught off guard by Qianqu firecrackers, so he regrouped and sent invitations widely.

Those who retreated from the customs, those who lived in seclusion came out of the mountains, all kinds of monsters, ghosts, gods and gods, Yama, all came to join in the excitement of the battle of Qianqu.

And all the smelting workshops of Qianqu are running around the clock, spared no expense to manufacture firecrackers, cannons, thunderbolts, flame arrows and so on.

It was the first time to repel the monk who came to make a surprise attack, and the confidence of the people of Qianqu increased greatly.The belief in defending the homeland and the hatred of the enemy form a strong force of faith.

If a monk who is proficient in qi-watching technique opens his eyes here, he will see the entire Qianqu radiating golden light. This golden light barrier protects the Qianqu formation and makes it stronger.

But these methods can attack Jindan monks, but they can't compete with monks above Nascent Soul. Qian Qu still needs more strength.

People from all walks of life who came to help Qianqu also arrived, but Qianqu refused to open the door for a long time.

Wei Zhenyu looked outside the city wall: "At this juncture, if an enemy disguises himself to sneak into Qianqu, the consequences will be disastrous."

It is rare for Meng Heze to reach an agreement with him: "We don't even have time to investigate one by one."

Caught in a dilemma, Ji Chen ran up to him with a smile on his face.

"You don't have to worry about it anymore, the matter has been resolved."

Wei Zhenyu didn't believe it: "If you go down, it will be solved?"

Ji Chen: "I don't have the ability."

Meng Heze: "Then who has it?"

"Miss Chen has it." Ji Chen pointed to a certain direction under the city, "Miss Chen brought Xiaohua Weizong here, unified all the reinforcements, and voluntarily stationed outside the city. By the way, she also helped us catch three spies. Those three People are pretending to be casual cultivators, trying to find a way to get in."

Meng Heze: "In order to help us, she went against her father? Could it be for Senior Brother Song?"

"Some people used to think so, but now no one says so." Ji Chen said with a smile, "Because Miss Chen showed Huawei's true seal, saying that she is the heir of Huawei Sect recognized by her ancestors, Xuyun's Huawei Sect Weizong is not orthodox. This has become a struggle between the old and new factions of Huaweizong, and now everyone knows that she is indeed for the sect. Even those who scold her will only scold her for seizing power and seeking rebellion."

Wei Zhenyu laughed: "Hua Weiyin? I'm afraid their 'Righteous Way Immortal League' is in chaos first."

For the first time since the beginning of the war, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"So they sent someone to negotiate a peace." Ji Chen clapped his hands, "Bring it on!"

Two Qianqu monks came up with a black cloth bag and threw it on the ground.

A cry of pain came from the cloth bag, revealing the tightly bound person.

The person's spiritual energy was sealed, but he didn't resist. Instead, he said worriedly: "Ji Chen, I haven't seen you for many years, and my family misses you very much. Why don't you take Xiaoxing home to have a look?"

Then he began to confide in his family's miss, reminiscing about his childhood memories, and even shed two tears.

If Meng Heze and Wei Zhenyu didn't know, they would definitely think that this person is Ji Chen's brother.

Ji Chen didn't seem to hear, and said coldly: "Are you willing to retreat?"

Ji Guang met his eyes, his heart trembled, and he couldn't continue: "I, I want to see Xiaoxing first! She is also my sister, you must let me see her! I have an important battle report, and I only tell her !"

He vaguely felt that he had come by mistake.

Wei Zhenyu and Meng Heze are the swords of Qianqu County, while Ji Chen is Qianqu's shield.

As long as the shield is broken, no matter how sharp the sword is, it will be difficult to support it.

However, Ji Chen seems to have completely changed himself in Qianqu these years.

To everyone's surprise, Ji Chen agreed to the request: "Yes."

Ji Guang was escorted to Qianqu Workshop.Along the way, he saw with his own eyes the mortals practicing firecrackers, carrying artillery and gunpowder, and felt the awe-inspiring murderous aura.

How is this thing made?It can actually make mortals so terrifying.

What the hell is Qianqu? In a world where monks exist, how can such a killer exist?

"I want to see Ji Xing, what did you bring me here for?"

He was about to ask, but he saw Ji Xing, who was delicate, weak, and innocent in his memory, wearing silver armor, directing the transportation loudly.

Ji Xing also saw him, and frowned delicately: "I heard they sent you to negotiate a peace, do you have something to tell me alone?"

Ji Guang rushed to meet him, and burst out two lines of tears: "Little Xing!"

"Brother is late, you are eating, eating in Qianqu..." Ji Guang opened his mouth wide, facing Ji Xing who was taller and a lot taller than him in front of him, he really couldn't say the words "enduring hardship".

"It's a good meal." He changed his words in a low voice, and the atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.

"Follow me!" Ji Xing led him to the thatched hut where he was temporarily resting.

Ji Guang first posted talismans on the four walls to ensure that the outside could not hear the movement inside.

Ji Xing folded his arms and looked at him: "You can talk now."

"Xiaoxing, it's not good for the family to leave you in Qianqu all these years, but you are the Ji family after all, and I'm here to make a living for you!"

Ji Xing scratched his head: "Speak simply."

Ji Guang tried his best to persuade him: "Then Song Qianji is indeed a powerful person, but he is already dead. Qianqu's situation is gone, and good birds choose trees to live in. You stay in Qianqu to serve your life, which is no different from mantis' arms being used as carts. When the real battle starts , the magic weapon is ruthless, the supernatural power has no eyes, what should I do if I hurt you? You may be fine, but once Qianqu's formation is broken, Ji Chen will be the first to be backlashed. Flesh and blood are hard to part with. I will be the middleman in person, risking Big risk to see you here."

Ji Xing smiled and said, "Why don't you talk to my brother?"

"Your brother is a dead-headed man who can't see the situation clearly. Now it's up to you to save him. I know that you are willing to do anything to save him."

Ji Xing's smile was restrained, and he seemed to be nervous: "Then tell me, how should I save him?"

Ji Guang was overjoyed: "You just need to bring a map of Qianqu defense as a vote certificate, and quietly with me..."

"Bah!" Ji Xing spat on his face, "The negotiation of peace is false, but the instigation of rebellion is true!"

Ji Guang wiped away his spittle, and said bitterly: "Stubbornly obsessed! We can do what Song Qian can do. It's just to fool a group of ordinary people and vulgar peasants. Hongfu County has opened a warehouse to release grain, and built more golden gods Temple. Not only Hongfu County, but all the territories are giving porridge and distributing wealth, and the Immortal Alliance will soon be blessed with more mortal luck! This battle, the Immortal Alliance will definitely win!"

Ji Xing sneered: "You are also worthy of building temples, sculpting golden bodies, and receiving incense from the world?"

Ji Guang poked his neck: "Doing the same thing as him, how unworthy?!"

"It seems that you really don't understand." Ji Xing sighed, "Before King Song appeared, how did you act as immortal officials?"

Ji Guang said proudly: "We will satisfy the wishes of ordinary people, who knows that they are insatiable!"

Ji Xing shook his head: "You randomly select one person every year to be satisfied. If he wants money, he will give it. If he wants a cure, he will give him a panacea, no matter what happens to him later. For the possibility of a miracle, and to avoid Ordinary people are willing to worship monks because of punishment and coercion. Now you donate porridge, food and elixir, not from your heart, but because you have to do it. You are afraid that Song Qianji will occupy the world's luck alone."

"It's a pity that the skin is hard to draw. You can't learn what Song Qianji really did for Qianqu. Compared with him, you are just a group of opportunistic and quick-flying people. The real offerings are not in Xiangtang temples. Each of us stays in the temple. Here, it’s not about serving anyone. As long as the Qianqu people don’t want to leave home, you won’t win this battle.”

Ji Guang was extremely unwilling and wanted to say something more, when he suddenly heard Ji Chen's comforting voice: "Little Xing, you have grown up."

It turned out that his sound barrier couldn't prevent Ji Chen's formation at all.

Ji Chen pushed the door and entered, and said with a smile: "You came all the way, why not stay here. Qianqu Mountain is clear and beautiful, and Feng Shui is good. If the bones are buried here, you can still practice immortality in the next life."

"You, you can't kill me!"

He thought he understood Ji Chen's nature well enough that even if the other party didn't believe him or hated him, he would let him go back because of the blood connection.

Ji Chen clapped his hands: "Put it down, the battle will start tomorrow, and be a hostage pushed onto the city wall."

Two monks broke into the door, pasted Ji Guang with a gag talisman, put it in a sack and carried it away.

Ji Xing whispered: "Brother, why do I feel that you have changed a bit?"

Ji Chen was startled, and put on a warm smile: "Then are you afraid of me?"

Ji Xing said without hesitation, "I'm not afraid."

Ji Chen patted her head: "Don't be afraid of anything. This time, brother will protect you."

Ji Xing muttered: "Haven't you always been protecting me?"

……

"Ji Chen went with his sister, and probably won't come back, you go and rest too, I'll watch over tonight," Meng Heze said.

Wei Zhenyu: "I've been guarding the east city wall, you should be the one to rest. I'm afraid you won't have the strength to go out to fight after dawn."

"Joke, I..."

"Happy news!" Two figures rushed over.

"Good news! Great news!" Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng shouted and ran all the way, so that everyone on the city wall could hear their voices.

"Are the troops on the other side retreating?" Meng Heze asked lazily without raising his eyes.

"Senior Brother Song is not dead!" Qiu Dacheng said.

There was a loud thunder.For a moment, the footsteps were thunderous, and everyone who heard these words rushed over.

"What did you say?!" Although he had expected it, Meng Heze still forgot to breathe when he got the exact news.

"Be more careful!" Wei Zhenyu grabbed the messenger's collar and put it down hastily.

Xu Wangshan continued: "He put amplifying notes on the Liusha River. His voice spread for hundreds of miles, and he himself said that he is still alive, and that Old Ancestor Zhao has been killed by him!"

"Really?!" Wei Zhenyu's eyes were red.

"This news has been confirmed by the Ziyun Temple, and it can never be wrong!" Xu Wangshan knew that everyone was impatient, and he spoke quickly, "Senior Brother Song also said that he and the sword god will cross the Bailong River, Tiangan Mountain, and snowfields, and will never stop. Go to the end of the continent, take back the Sword God's natal sword, and kill the evil spirits!"

Wei Zhenyu managed to remain calm: "Quickly, tell Ji Chen to use the formation method to transmit sound!"

So on a sunny summer night, a piece of news quickly spread throughout Qianqu:

"Students of the Song Academy, folks and elders, King Song is not dead, King Song is in Bailongjiang!"

That night, the Qianqu people and Qianqu reinforcements wept with joy, and laughed and laughed everywhere.

And the "Righteous Path Immortal Alliance" felt extremely heavy.

The Zhengdao Xianmeng is composed of [-] sects and aristocratic families. They each calculate their investment and gains and losses. They were originally arguing about who will take the lead tomorrow.

When the news that Song Qianji was not dead came out from Ziyun Temple, hatred and fear shrouded everyone's hearts, and they became united again.

"He even killed Patriarch Zhao, what shall we do?"

"The emaciated camel is bigger than a horse. The ancestor must have been killed by Xian Jianchen. Song Qianji must have been seriously injured, so he didn't dare to go back to Qianqu to fight!"

"Then why did he tell the escape route by himself? This must be a trap."

"Wei Zhenyu, Meng Heze, and Ji Chen are all trapped in Qianqu. What kind of traps can he set up? He just wants to lure us over Qianqu, which is more important than his own life."

"We have to go, we must not let 'that person' get the natal sword again!"

"Could it be that Qianqu stopped fighting?"

Just as everyone was in a state of desperation, a phantom of Master Xu Yun descended slowly, like a giant Buddha, frightening the audience.

The majestic coercion swept through like a sea tide.

Everyone suddenly felt at ease.Although they are all half-step gods, ancestor Zhao is already old, and the head of Xuyun is now the number one in the world.

As for the four gods of piano, chess, book, and sword, the three of them have fallen, and monks above Jindan can sense their departure.

There is only one sword god left without a natal sword, how can he compete with the head of Xuyun.

Xu Yun's shadow said: "The troops are divided into two groups. Zhao Taiji, you personally lead people to the Bailong River, and you must kill them on the river."

……

The Bailong River originates from the end of the mainland and is formed by the melting water of snowfield glaciers.

In summer, the water potential is grand, the river passes through mountains and ridges, and the turbid waves are agitated. The sound of water waves echoes on both sides of the bank, like a roaring dragon.

It was dusk again.

When the setting sun enters the water, the orange-golden brilliance is reflected in the mist and waves, making the whole river radiant.

A boat with a black awning sailed upstream.

Facing the wind and setting sun at the bow of the boat, a young man in white was holding a long, thin and narrow sword. While repairing the formations on the boat, he drove away monsters in the water with sword energy.

As the boat reached the center of the river, the number of monsters gradually increased.

There was only one person sitting in the black-covered boat, drinking tea and admiring the scenery leisurely, not paying attention to the increased turbulence of the hull.

The Nujiang River at dusk, ferocious water beasts, and busy companions seem to be just the scenery in his eyes.

He enjoys the scenery and enjoys it from the bottom of his heart.

"Are you drinking tea again?" Song Qianji said.

Xian Jianchen said honestly: "When I arrived at Qianqu that night, you didn't let me drink, so I never drank again."

Song Qianji: "What do you think the point is to drink? The point is that you also have hands and feet, and you can't come out to help, so just sit and drink tea?"

Xian Jianchen sighed: "Master's injury has deteriorated, and there is only one sword left, so of course we must save it for the most critical moment."

"Wait." Song Qianji reacted for a while, blinking in disbelief, "You are a sword god, and now you can only use one sword? Then what is the difference between you and a oil bottle?"

Xian Jianchen slammed down the tea bowl, and said angrily: "Apostle! I was recuperating in the belly of Yindao Whale as a teacher, but you must have dragged me on the road! Speaking of which, but you are sorry for me!"

"I'm sorry for you? Do you want face?" Song Qianji rushed into the cabin, pointing at himself, "I was farming in Qianqu, who tricked me into killing people in the Dead Sea?"

Xian Jianchen also pointed to himself: "Who didn't let me recuperate in Qianqu, and insisted on doing something for me?"

Song Qianji said: "That's to deal with you. Haven't you caused me enough trouble? Who threw the remnant souls of Huaweizong's ancestors into my realm?"

Xian Jianchen: "Who was suppressed by those remnant souls in Huawei Floating City and saved by me?"

Song Qianji: "Who first bound me with a contract?"

Xian Jianchen: "Who is the first to call himself my apprentice?"

"..."

A bad debt was not sorted out, and another wave came.

The awning boat swirls rapidly in the huge waves, like fallen leaves falling into the whirlpool.

"The boat is going to capsize, take care of your formation!"

"If you dare to let go of it, turn it over together!"

While the two were arguing, a sullen voice suddenly came from the water: "As the saying goes, you can cross the same boat after a hundred years of cultivation, but it's a pity that you two, master and apprentice, will capsize on the river today."

When the first word of this voice sounded, sixteen sword lights suddenly lit up from the water, piercing the black-covered boat.

Sixteen sword shadows were sent out in no particular order, sealing all the way out of the awning boat.

This is a long-prepared final blow, and it will never fail.

But the moment the sword light lit up, Song Qianji had already drawn his sword.

With a wave of his shadowless sword, ten sword lights were cut off with one sword.

Song Qianji traveled to the middle of the river, hinting that there was an ambush at the bottom of the river for Xian Jianchen.

They fight half-truths and confuse each other.The enemy waiting for the opportunity really seized the flaw and launched it in advance.

And Song Qianji raised his fighting spirit and sword will to the peak, ready to stab the strongest sword at any time.

There were repeated screams.The enemy rushed out of the water, and more sword lights lit up.

The sword energy raged freely, and the water tornado soared into the sky.

Jiang Bo is like angry, Bailongjiang is really like an angry dragon.

Xian Jianchen suddenly threw something from the cabin: "Catch the sword!"

Song Qianji put away Wuying without hesitation and picked up the new sword.

Suddenly his wrist sank, and his heart sank even more.

Very heavy sword.

Xian Jianchen said: "This sword is called 'Duchuan', it can use the power of the surging water to enhance the sword's intent, it is suitable for your current use."

"It's so heavy! Where does it fit?" Song Qianji clenched his hands tightly to hold the sword handle firmly.

I also heard Xian Jianchen chanting: "'Golden rope opens the way, treasure raft crosses the misty river', you hold this sword, you must have the courage to sail against the current and against the sky, otherwise you will be dragged down by this sword."

When sailing on a big river, the boat is most likely to capsize.

However, the storm is dangerous, how can it be overcome?

Xian Jianchen sat firmly in the cabin and meditated, while Song Qianji stood on the bow of the boat holding a sword, guarding the boat tightly.

The sinister laughter sounded again: "Xian Jianchen, you have wandered around the world for hundreds of years, making enemies everywhere, and only now you start teaching apprentices, isn't it a bit too late!"

The disciples of the aristocratic sect of the Great Martial Arts School have been watched by their masters since they were young, pouring elixir medicines, opening spirit veins, and sharpening sword bones. They can't be late for any step, otherwise they will lose at the starting line.

"It's really not early!" Song Qianji reached a consensus with the enemy for the first time.

"It's not too late, not too late." Xian Jianchen said, "Have you learned all the mental methods that Master just said?"

Song Qianji: "All! Forget! It's over! It's over——"