I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

"Boom!"

A mighty aura burst out, and thousands of phantoms of ghosts and gods appeared behind the Witch King. The power of countless generations of ancestors gathered together, and he swung his scimitar to chop down at Gongsun Da Niang!

He said chop and he started chopping. The Witch King, who was in despair, showed no mercy and instantly displayed the terrifying strength of the Witch Clan’s strongest combat force!

Although Gongsun Da Niang injured both her hands, she was not completely powerless to resist.

She kicked her foot and the sword flew towards the long knife, slightly blocking the force of the knife.

She took the opportunity to move to the side and came to the side of the Tang Dynasty envoys.

"Open the formation!"

The Southern Kingdom is not stingy with spiritual power. With the spiritual power spring as their foundation, they can unscrupulously open the formation in Jingzhou City to deal with these Tang Dynasty envoys.

Once the formation was activated, they had no way to escape.

"Kill them all." The Witch King raised his hand in boredom, "The people in the city, these messengers, and the Gongsun clan... Don't spare any of them."

All the soldiers in the hall had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

All the evil eyes fell on the envoys and Gongsun Da Niang, and they raised the half-broken sword that was broken by the gangsters.

"Chop these Tang people into mud!"

Their knives were first directed at Gongsun Da Niang, because they knew that Gongsun Da Niang was the biggest threat here.

As long as we kill her, we'll be halfway won.

Even though she couldn't use her hands, Gongsun Da Niang was still terrifyingly strong.

She was seen controlling the sword with her Qi, and the sword light danced around her body to protect her. Ordinary forces could not get close to her at all.

The rainbow light blew through the roof of the hall and blew the surrounding area into pieces.

However, since she could not hold the magic crystal to replenish her spiritual power, even she would not be able to sustain this extremely spiritual power-consuming fighting method for too long.

The opponent's attack was fierce, not giving her any chance to rest. In just a few tens of seconds, her face turned pale and her spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Her movements began to become hasty, and big drops of sweat rolled down.

She could only hold the sword tightly in her mouth and glance at Jiang Ke'er, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

Not reconciled.

Madam Gongsun clenched her teeth.

I am so unwilling to welcome the reunion in such a powerless manner.

Master, I'm sorry...

My disciple, I am sorry to disappoint you...

She finally exhausted her last bit of spiritual energy and fell to the ground exhausted.

She fell in front of Jiang Keer's desk. At the same time, countless knives flew towards her back!

Jiang Ke'er stared at the face blankly.

So familiar, why, why do I feel so uncomfortable...

In the painful dizziness of intense drunkenness, everything around him became dark, leaving only the sad figure of Gongsun Da Niang in front of him.

This figure seemed to overlap with a black shadow in the illusion.

She slowly embedded herself into the memory gap of the dark curtain, and the entire dark memory space actually became bright with her embedding!

Jiang Ke'er seemed to see thousands of veins extending along with her engraving, which were part of her soul that was radiating like blood vessels and taking root in her soul.

The veins sparkled with golden light, and that light danced with the rhythm of his heart.

"Well……"

My head hurts so much...

can not breath.

I felt like I was drowning.

She didn't see it, but a faint light floated out from Qiao Xiaoxian's consciousness world.

This made Qiao Xiaoxian extremely surprised - that was a part of Jiang Ke'er's memory fragments, which were scattered outside the Samsara Disk and collected by herself.

At this moment, a small part of the fragments seemed to be summoned by something, and they floated towards Jiang Keer's body and merged into it!

Jiang Ke'er only felt that the figure in front of her suddenly became clear, and countless pieces of information frantically impacted her soul and merged with her consciousness.

Although it was not complete yet, many of the intricate connections were still broken, leaving her at a loss.

But when she looked at Gongsun Da Niang in front of her again, the throbbing in her heart had become extremely intense!

However, just as her vision recovered, she saw the opponent's knife slashing down from behind.

The knife moves without any mercy, as if it is going to cut the woman into minced meat with these few cuts!

"presumptuous!"

bell--

The extremely crisp sound of the sword being unsheathed appeared out of nowhere on the scene with a terrifying sword aura!

The terrifying sword energy was so powerful that it made people's jaws drop. In an instant, it crushed everything behind the woman into pieces!

Wherever it passed, blood and flesh mixed with gold and iron splashed into the distance like liquid, splattering on the ruins!

An ominous red light suddenly appeared.

When Madam Gongsun opened her eyes, she felt a familiar fragrance and softness on her cheek.

Surrounding him was a terrifying yet strangely reassuring ominous force that enveloped the entire Tang Dynasty delegation and himself.

Scarlet patterns are entwined on the upright Tang sword. It is reminiscing, cheering, and leaping for joy!

Jiang Ke'er half-knelt on one knee on the table, stroking Gongsun Da Niang's hair in confusion.

She put one arm around the other's neck and held the Tang sword in the other hand, her body shaking a little due to drunkenness.

The red lips parted slightly.

"Little... Tao?"

Hearing this youthful name from deep in her memory, Gongsun Xiaotao could no longer control her tears.

Tears of bitterness and ecstasy flowed from my eyes.

It's been too long, too long since anyone called her like that...

Sixty years!

She was no longer a child. She had married a ghost and, according to the custom of Dongsheng Shenzhou, called herself "Auntie".

Few people still remember that her original name was Xiaotao, and before she had time to prepare, she had already become the lonely and cold dancer.

Only her.

Only in front of her, I will always be that naive little girl.

"Master..." Gongsun Xiaotao bit her trembling lower lip.

“Master… Uwaaa——”

She couldn't hold herself back any longer, so she hugged Jiang Ke'er tightly and buried her face in her arms.

She cried loudly, easily and indulgently, crying hysterically, and did not look like the strongest person in Shenzhou at all.

Like a fragile little girl, she acts coquettishly as a matter of course.

all.

It seems like we are back to the time when we first met.

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69. Fengming Mountain (9)

"Don't be afraid... don't be afraid... Master is here, Master is back..."

Even though things and people have changed, some feelings have never changed.

Jiang Ke'er hugged Gongsun Xiaotao, and her nose felt sour even though she was drunk.

She looked at the Wu clan soldiers around her who were so confused that their brains were shutting down.

One counselor was counting on his fingers, thinking like a mentally retarded child: "You are Gongsun Da Niang's master, and Gongsun Da Niang's master is Shengzu Jiang Ke'er...so you..."

Mom!

The Witch King stared at Jiang Ke'er, and after a brief moment of astonishment, his expression was completely different from that of those frightened courtiers.

He did not show the slightest fear. Instead, he seemed to have rekindled hope as if he had survived a calamity, and was even more excited.

"Go! She is not the Holy Ancestor of Shenzhou!" The Witch King ordered sternly, "They are just bluffing. If she were the Holy Ancestor, the Southern Kingdom would have been destroyed long ago!"

What the Witch King said makes sense.

Upon hearing this, the Southern soldiers fell into hesitation again.

"Pass the order down," the Witch King smiled grimly, "Begin the massacre! No one in Jingzhou will be left alive!"

The sound of the brass trombone spread quickly throughout the city.

Large numbers of southern soldiers began to rush into the streets and smash the doors of the people in the city.

Thick smoke quickly spread throughout the city.

"Be good, take a rest first, Master will take care of some small matters."

Jiang Keer stood up.

When he raised his head again, the eyes of the Wu Clan soldiers no longer had any mercy.

"Since you want to see a real sword dance so much."

"So what if I can fulfill your wish?"

"only……"

Hou Tu dances only for the dead.

*******

——If someone were to ask, when did the grand scene of the Tang Dynasty begin, with “the gates of the nine heavens opened to the palace, and people from all nations dressed in formal attire to pay homage to the emperor”?

Well, let's probably start with an inconspicuous little dancer.

It was midsummer.

Heavy snow covered the city.

Under the eaves of the tavern, melted snow dripped from the eaves, and the storyteller's voice was hoarse and magnetic.

The sound of the bell from the city tower spread to the shattered ruins of the city wall, and spread to all directions along the sharp sword marks.

Then, accompanied by the cool breeze, it flows down along a new deep valley that runs through the north and south, embracing the waves of southern Xinjiang.

Straight fracture marks, straight sword energy, straight Tang sword!

"...But as the silk was dancing, thousands of rays of light descended from the sky!"

"The sword energy is like a startled butterfly flying in a sea of ​​flowers."

"When the barbarians saw this, they forgot their situation and forgot to block. They crossed the Yellow Spring without regret and headed towards the underworld!"

"The Witch King was stunned."

"All the strong men in the South fell before him. The army of monks he had painstakingly nurtured, the hope of the South to unify the four continents, and his ambitions were all shattered by the flutter of butterfly wings in this instant!"

"The city wall of Jingzhou was split into stone towers by the sword energy, but Jingzhou no longer needs a city wall."

"Because from now on, Jingzhou is no longer the border of the Tang Dynasty, nor is it the border between the north and the south!"

"The territory of the Tang Dynasty will reach the coast of the Southern Kingdom. With the last sword light that splits the hundred thousand mountains, the territory of the Southern Kingdom will be completely restored to the map!"

After the storyteller finished his passionate speech, he swallowed his tea and stroked his goatee proudly.

Then he realized that not a single drinker in the room looked up at him.