[Sword III] Self-cultivation of brain-damaged fans

Barren land, burning flames, thousands of broken wells and ruins, billowing gunpowder smoke, and corpses everywhere.

Jiang Han seemed to hear a hoarse voice whispering in his ears.

"The Anshi Rebellion, Heavenly Strategies were broken, Ten Thousand Flowers Never Resounded, Hidden Swords Never Reappeared, Pure Sun and Snow Deep, Qixiu Water Stopped Pearls from sinking, Only Women and Children Remained in the Tang Sect, Five Poison Butterfly Springs Drenched with Blood, Shaolin Empty Leaves the Remnant Temple to the Setting Sun—— "

"The character of the Tang Dynasty is gone!"

What is Datang?Tiance, Wanhua, Chunyang... What is that?

Jiang Han turned around and started trotting, the voice lingered in her ears, making her head hurt from reading.

Jiang Han ran faster and faster, stepped over corpses, and ran towards the distant city wall. Who is she?Where is she?What is she going to do?She doesn't know.

Jiang Han saw the person, and the thousands of troops facing him.

The man was dressed in gold and lightly armored, with white hair in a high bundle, his back was like a mountain, and he stood tall and tall.

The ground where he stood was full of corpses, and his clothes were colorful, which looked a bit motley.The man stood with a sword in his hand, his spine straight, but Jiang Han glimpsed the decisive figure from his back.

The wind that was blowing was full of chilling aura, and the man stood in front of thousands of troops like an insurmountable mountain.

"Come back quickly, don't go—!"

Jiang Han's cry was lost in the howling wind.

The overwhelming sword blade covered the sky, and the white-haired man raised his hand, and the sword blade shot away like an arrow leaving the string, making an aggressive sound of piercing through the air.

Blood splashed everywhere, as if it could dye the sky red.

He killed many people and suffered many injuries himself. Jiang Han watched helplessly as his golden clothes were stained red with blood, but he couldn't do anything.

He was exhausted, and stabbed his sword into the blood-stained ground to support his crumbling body.

The sharp swords hanging behind his back were nonexistent, and the direction his sword was pointing at was still densely packed with enemies that could not be seen at a glance.

The army was dead silent, the vanguard just set up their shields to guard against the long sword behind him, and they waited for him to fail and for him to fall.

he will die.

Realizing this, Jiang Han rushed forward like crazy. Unexpectedly, she successfully grabbed the man's other hand that was not holding the sword.

He turned his head to look at her, his eyes were closed tightly, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was still a little indifference and peace in his handsome eyebrows and eyes.

"Jiang……"

"Let's go—!"

Jiang Han took his hand and immediately ran back.The man followed behind her without hesitation, but after all, he was so seriously injured that he almost fell to the ground.

Jiang Han took his hand and put it around his neck, and supported his waist with the other hand, carrying most of his strength, trying his best to escape.

The sharp sword hanging high above the two of them flew away, and the loud noise when the sword energy burst, blocked the enemy's footsteps and covered his murmur: "...Jiang Han."

Jiang Han didn't hear it, she didn't know anything, she only knew that this person was very important, and she had to protect him to leave safely.

Jiang Han grabbed the rein of the horse that appeared beside him at some point, reined in the neighing white horse, and pushed the blind white-haired man onto the horse's back.

He fumbled and pulled the rein like a man who had just lost his sight, and stretched out his hand to pull her on the horse: "Jiang Han?"

"Who is Jiang Han?" She asked subconsciously, seeing him frowning slightly, she shook her head and said, "Jiang Han is not important, you go!"

"Jiang Han is very important." He retorted flatly, but still stubbornly reached out to grab her, "Let's go together."

"Jiang Han is not important! You—you are the most important!" She couldn't say his name, so she could only push his hand away angrily, "Nothing is more important than you!"

His breathing was slightly stagnant, he simply let go of the rein, and lifted her onto the horse like a child: "Don't mess around."

Jiang Han was about to cry, she saw the army chasing up, everyone holding long knives, with the ruthlessness to kill them on the spot.

Someone shot an arrow, which hit him in the shoulder.

The splashed blood covered Jiang Han's face, and through the bloody eyes, she saw his eyebrows furrowed in pain, and shook the rein: "Drive."

Jiang Han raised his hand, wanting to pull out the arrow pierced in his flesh and blood, but when she raised her hand, she realized that her hand was a soft and tender child's hand.

How could such a hand protect him?

"Woo--" An arrow hit the horse's leg, and the horse fell to the ground. Together with the two of them, it fell on top of the corpse.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and just about to stand up, he was suddenly thrown onto the back of another horse.

His heart skipped a beat, and he said in astonishment, "Jiang Han?"

Jiang Han saw a thousand arrows firing.

—Where is my sword?

A sword suddenly appeared in her hand, she slashed the horse's butt with the sword, the horse suffered pain, and ran away.

Behind her, tens of thousands of arrows burst towards the two of them, passing across the sky, like fatal meteorites, collapsing down like dark clouds overwhelming the city.

Jiang Han picked up his sword, and her hand turned back into an adult's hand again, with a calloused, slender and powerful mouth.

She pointed her sword forward, and the sword flow circulated, maximizing her internal strength.

Xuanjian transforms into momentum.

"Zhenshanhe."

——If you protect him like this, you will be safe for the rest of your life.

Ye Ying opened his eyes, the sky suddenly appeared, and the darkness in the dream faded away like flowing water, and his sword heart was bright again.

In the quiet room with bright windows, he sat cross-legged, with a pale face, neither happy nor sad.

The loose hair has long been frost-white, and the black hair has turned into snow.

During the three months of retreat, he has been having such dreams.

From the beginning, the Tibetan Sword Villa was burned down, and the disciples were brutally massacred. Later, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and the mountains and rivers were full of devastation.

Everything he cared about and wanted to protect was shattered before his eyes.

But in the past three months, he never dreamed about Jiang Han—as if this person never existed in his life.

Then, out of the blue, he dreamed of her, she smashed the sky with a line of mountains and rivers, but he died under thousands of arrows.

In the dream, he was blind and couldn't even see her last appearance.

In the dream, he had guarded many people, but he failed in the end.

In the dream, Jiang Han was the only one who turned to protect him, so he survived, but Jiang Han died.

——The first dream was his inner demon, and the dream just now was...whose?

Jiang Han woke up from the dream.

The pain and fear of thousands of arrows passing through the body is really unforgettable.

She sat up in a daze, remembering that she had a headache after receiving the news from Ye Yingbai, and just went back to her room to take a nap.

strangeness?She seemed to have a nightmare, but she couldn't remember it when she woke up.

Jiang Han glanced at Luoxue outside the window in confusion. She was so sad before falling asleep, but she didn't know why after waking up, her heart was as calm as a millennium cold pool.

It seems that some kind of deficiency has been filled, so the Dao heart has reached perfection.

Jiang Han changed his clothes and went to the martial arts arena. Many little Zhengtai and little Lolita were practicing swords. When they saw her, their eyes were shining brightly.

"Senior Sister." Zhuo Fengming, who was in charge of teaching junior martial arts students, couldn't bear the children's coquettish behavior, and came over to say hello shyly, "Senior Sister, today I will teach them the morality of controlling mountains and rivers."

"I'm clumsy, so I can't explain it well. Senior sister is proficient in Taoism classics, can you share it with the younger disciples?"

"Xuanjian transforms into power, yin and yang, there is life and death, and the sword energy is turned into life, and it is used for protection, which is the town of mountains and rivers."

Jiang Han subconsciously talked about his understanding of Zhenshanhe, and his expression suddenly changed: "The sword is a sharp weapon, neither iron nor shield, it can be killed but not defended, but in life, there are always some people or things that want to be guarded with the sword. "

"Thus, there is Zhenshanhe. When the sword comes out, the mountains and rivers will be silent forever. There is no sound in the town, and the world will disappear. With mountains and rivers in mind, there is morality in the heart. To guard what you want to guard, you draw your sword."

Jiang Han drew his sword out of its sheath, the sword screamed like a bird, and three feet of autumn water came out of the box, the light of the sword was like a startling dream, and the sword was like a rainbow.

"Zheng——" the blade of the transformed sword qi landed in the center of the martial arts arena, and the gentle sword qi, like water waves, fainted the ripples and enveloped the entire martial arts arena in an instant.

That majestic and vast force swept past, like a river formed by moonlight, flowing slowly on this land.

There were bursts of exclamations and screams on the martial arts arena.

Holding the sword, Zhuo Fengming stared dumbfoundedly at the "Zhenshanhe" that covered the entire martial arts arena, and jumped up like burning his buttocks: "This is impossible!!!"

Zhenshanhe, to put it bluntly, is to transform the sword field around the person who uses the sword from a killing formation to a defense formation, so as to achieve the purpose of protecting other people in the sword field.

Zhuo Fengming was not surprised to spread Zhenshan River to the entire Martial arts arena, because Jiang Han's swordsmanship cultivation is now the well-deserved No.1 in Chunyang Palace, so it is not surprising to do this.

However, have you ever seen Zhenshanhe with both offense and defense? =mouth=! ! !

Although the combination of yin and yang is the way, but he has never heard that a person's sword field can kill and defend at the same time!It's nonsense! ! !

The author has something to say: Ye Nanshen: I saw my friend die, so I made a breakthrough.

Jiang Xiaohan: I succeeded in dying, so I also broke through.