One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

As soon as the word "Song Lan" came out, everyone couldn't help turning their heads.

After all, this name has been mentioned by too many people recently, even those who devote themselves to practice have heard it from people around them.

The ghosts and fairies waiting in front of the steps looked at each other and transmitted their voices with their spiritual thoughts.

The odd looks are contagious, spreading from one face to another.

Soon, Song Yun came to the Daofa Dianzang Pagoda for the first time, and word spread that he slowly saw the fifth floor from the first floor.

For these Great Xia ghosts, it is a waste of time to look at the low-level exercises below, so no one can understand Song Yun's approach.

If he had to explain, it should be that Song Yun was timid and didn't dare to attack the high-level all at once, so he took his time.

Therefore, some ghosts looked at Song Yun with a little more contempt——

Although you are strong in martial arts, isn't that the same thing as Taoism?
We even dare to attack the sixth floor directly, but you dare not directly go up.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I also have something stronger than the peak of Wusheng.

So he gained all his confidence and stood still, blocking the way to the steps.

Song Yun had a panoramic view of the reactions of these people, and just chuckled.

The ghosts present here seemed to be in their 30s or [-]s, or even in their teens, and they seemed to be geniuses.

In fact, it is reincarnation and recultivation. With the cultivation experience of the previous life, there are many detours less than normal people, and the power of the soul is also strong. The rest is nothing special.

Although the cultivation is going smoothly, but in terms of xinxing and combat power, it is far worse than the strong ones who have been killed in a century of troubled times.

Song Yun waved his hand lightly, "Are you going up the building now? If you don't, let's go."

A few ghosts didn't intend to move, and said with a half-smile: "General Song, I heard that you read at night by candlelight. You must be tired after reading the book for several days and nights down there."

"The sixth floor is not so easy to climb. It's better to go back and rest for a few days to recover your spirits, and it's not too late."

"That's right—"

Before they could finish speaking, their faces suddenly changed.

While Song Yun was waving his hands, there seemed to be a ray of breeze blowing, like blowing goose feathers, and it silently blew their bodies to the two sides, leaving the middle path out of the way.

The use of force is strictly prohibited in the Dianzang Pagoda, and there are multiple formations to monitor it. However, this move is extremely subtle, like spring wind turning into rain, and it just didn't arouse the reaction of the formations.

The ghosts and fairies suffered a lot, and their faces were a little ugly. They wanted to say something more, but Song Yun glanced at them coldly.

"Do you dare to block my way? Go aside!"

His eyes were sharp, and there seemed to be swords rising and blood raining in the invisible.

The monstrous murderous aura was released instantly, frightening the eyes of several ghosts and immortals, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

They were all born in peaceful times, and some of them hadn't even killed a chicken. How could they withstand such a brutal murderous aura?All of them were suddenly petrified.

Song Yun's aura was withdrawn as soon as it was fired, and without giving the monitoring formation a chance to call the police, he waved his sleeves and walked towards the steps.

When the ghosts came back to their senses, people had already started climbing the stairs.

They were annoyed in their hearts, but they didn't dare to attack, they could only hold it in their hearts.

When Song Yun closed his eyes and had already entered the illusion, several people snorted coldly:
"What's so crazy about it? Martial arts are strong, but the level of Taoism may not be high. When he falls down the steps, we will just have fun."

……

The desert is windy and dusty, and the sun is dim, and the black flag is half rolled into the city gate.

Song Yun slowly opened his eyes, and found himself in Anxi City again.

Surrounded by rows of familiar old houses.

The house was built by the Gao family by employing civilian husbands, but it is extremely dilapidated. After many years of wind and rain, the bricks and tiles are gray, the beams and columns are yellowed, and the walls are mottled.

Song Yun looked down at himself. He was still wearing a simple white Gebu robe, but the bronze long sword was missing from his waist.

There was a small cart in front of him, holding a wooden handle with both hands.

A bucket of clear water, a bucket of rice, and several cans of pickled vegetables and salted duck eggs were piled up on the car, still steaming.

There were hurried footsteps ahead, and the stumbling figures of the veterans in Beiting could be vaguely seen.

"Is this illusion recreating the scene of Jing Jun's first siege?"

Song Yun frowned slightly, looked inside himself, and found that the cultivation base of the peak martial sage was gone, and now he is a first-level martial arts student, just at the level of beginners.

The system also has no induction, and I can't find any [Anxi real-time map] or [Void Storage Box].

"At this point in time, I don't seem to have activated the [Town City Warrior] system."

At this time, dozens of blood-soaked veterans had staggered back.

Seeing Song Yun, they were all stunned.

Old Li walked out clutching his bleeding stomach, staring his eyes and said angrily, "Tell you to run away, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I..." Song Yun opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say.

He also fantasized that if he could change the past, he must go back to this time first and kill the Jing army so that these three thousand veterans could live a stable old age.

Now in the illusion, he did come back, but he didn't bring back his cultivation base.

How does this deal with Jing Jun?Is it still the same as before?
In that bloody battle back then, Song Yun performed at a super level and tried his best to promote from a first-level martial artist to a fifth-level innate, and slaughtered the entire Jing army in the city.

Once again, it may not be possible to do better.

At this time, all the old soldiers were a little moved as they stared at the wheelbarrow filled with food and water.

"Good boy, interesting enough."

"I didn't expect to be able to pad my stomach before dying in battle."

"It's just a pity for this child..."

Song Yun looked at Lao Li's hand covering his stomach, stepped forward, and grabbed his arm.

"Your intestines are about to flow out, so stop beating, and come back with me to sew."

"What the hell..." Old Li muttered and refused to leave.

The other old soldiers watched with a smile, but did not stop them.

According to the development in memory, Song Yun took Lao Li's head back to the house to sew the wound, and soon the Jingguo cavalry followed, and several cavalry entered the house to hack and kill.

At that time, the system of [Town City Warrior] was activated, and Song Yun had the ability to fight back in a desperate situation, and he did not die under Jing Ren's saber.

Then he returned to this position, intending to support.

But the dozens of old soldiers in front of them had already died under Jing Bing's knife.

Pulling Old Li's arm, Song Yun hesitated for a moment, then said to these old soldiers:
"You guys retreat first, retreat to the south of the city, be careful of the enemy's fire attack, and hold on for as long as possible."

The old soldiers were taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said:

"Little ghost, what idea did you come up with? Fighting in the street, that is a street-by-street exhaustion, what are you doing all the way to the south? Waiting to die?"

"Okay, take Lao Li to sew up the wound quickly, he probably won't be able to stand up like this."

"Nonsense, I can cut at least three more!" Old Li said dissatisfied.

Sigh!The horses in front neighed, and the drum-like sound of hooves was getting closer.

Amidst the billowing dust, black shadows rushed out quickly.

The wide-backed and thin-bladed cavalry knife was raised against the wind, and in the setting sun, the smooth surface of the knife reflected a cold light.

Song Yun's face darkened.

In his memory, he hurried back with Old Li. At that time, he was flustered and didn't pay attention to the movement behind him.

Unexpectedly, after such a delay, Jing Jun came to kill him.

It was too late to go back now, the cavalry had already seen them.

Going back, the end is to be overtaken by the cavalry and be cut off with a knife.

Because of a single thought, the situation in the illusion deviated from reality.

Song Yun didn't know if he could still awaken the [Warrior of Town] system.

However, there seems to be only one option left.

Song Yun looked at Old Li's head, at the bloody old soldiers, and then lowered his head to stare at his hands.

The hand that has not yet held the sword looks a little immature, and there is not even a callus on the tiger's mouth.

These hands have never killed anyone.

Song Yun looked calmly and asked, "Do you have a knife? Give me one."