Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

Half an hour later, a great battle unfolded outside Jianbei Pass, and the Sanchuan iron cavalry faced off against the elite of Xiang Wu.

Dahe County

The land gods from the Taishang Daomen were stopped by the Dugu Sword Master outside the city, but inside the city, the fighting became more and more fierce.

The royal family of Heyang was fully prepared, and the masters came out together. The confrontation between more than ten grand masters of the Celestial Phenomena Realm shook the heavens and the earth.

The strong men in Xijian Tower also fought hard, dragging their opponents from all over the place. Liu Shengpiaoxu fought against two great masters of the Celestial Phenomena Realm with one against two.

At this moment, another young girl in white came out of the Sword Washing Tower and drew out a broken long knife.

With just one blow, he beheaded a master who was in the Profound Realm.

In the main hall, King Sanchuan had woken up from his fear. Looking at the people fighting in the sky above, the masters of the Heyang royal family were gradually lost, and more and more strong men came out of the sword washing tower.

He couldn't help showing a look on his face, excitedly said: "Kill the rebels, this king will give you a lot of rewards."

Another small garden in the palace, the Changshi Yamen, Chen Wending is busy, every once in a while, there are secret reports from all over the place.

In the small garden, hundreds of people are busy. They are all officials in the Changshi Yamen, responsible for the military affairs of the entire Sanchuan.

Similar to the existence of a small imperial court.

"Chen Changshi, the battle report for Luoyue Pass at Qingshan Pass has arrived."

The little official rushed into the hall in a hurry, with a look of joy on his face: "Great victory, General Ning Feng and General Xu Hu defeated the Heyang army."

"it is good."

Chen Wending heaved a sigh of relief. He took the secret report and looked at it. After a while, he felt relieved.

"The order will be passed down, and a hundred thousand cavalry will enter Jingzhou and Jizhou, and attack the city and plunder the land."

Chen Wending opened his mouth, then picked up the teacup and drank it calmly, but those trembling hands betrayed the true state of his heart.

"Let Tu Xuan and Qin Yuan lead [-] infantry, go out of Sanchuan from the two passes, go straight to Qingzhou, station at the border of Hebei and Qingzhou, guard against Qingzhou's iron cavalry, and cut off Xiang Wu's retreat.

This time, let's close the door and beat the dog, destroy the 15 cavalry of the Heyang royal family, and bring Jingji and Jizhou into the son's command. "

In the yamen, the officials were full of excitement. They entered the Sanchuan Palace, didn't they wait for today?

"promise."

One by one, the officials and counselors started to work.

The entire Kyushu looked at Heyang, paying attention to this civil strife, whether Heyang won and took back the three rivers in one fell swoop, or Su Xuan won the battle and sealed the border.

After several years of silence, Sanchuan once again shocked the world.

Qingan Prefecture

Barry Bamboo Sea

The two figures walked against the sky, stepping on the void, with a step of hundreds of feet, Feng Xu was riding against the wind, so chic.

It was Su Xuan, the Green Bamboo Sword God, and Li Ruowei, the female disciple of Xuankong Temple, who broke through the siege and wiped out the masters of the three religions.

Across mountains and rivers and cities, one can vaguely see a majestic mountain standing on the ground.

The thick smell of blood permeated along the mountain wind, and from a long distance away, one could hear the sound of shouts for killing and the pressure of the three soaring heavenly land gods.

Above the Hanging Mountain, sword energy, sword light, fist and palm collided, the sky and the earth shook, and the mountains and fields rustled.

Up and down the Xuankong Mountain, surrounded by tens of thousands of cavalry, the disciples of the Xuankong Temple still struggled to resist, and there were corpses everywhere, including disciples of the Xuankong Temple and soldiers of the Heyang royal family.

Even the stream in the mountain stream was stained red with blood, and the vigorous evil spirit filled the air, covering the sky and the sun.

Thunder and lightning, dark clouds cover the top.

"die."

A disciple of Xuankong Guan held a long sword and rushed towards the steady stream of armored soldiers with a ferocious expression.

More and more classmates around him fell down, but they firmly guarded the path up the mountain.

Miao Zizai, the head teacher of Xuankong Guan, was also fighting bloody battle, surrounded by several grandmasters of the Heyang royal family, his sword light shook, and he shouted endlessly to kill.

Seeing such a tragic scene, Li Ruowei's pretty face turned pale, and her silver teeth were about to be crushed.

With dozens of miles to go, Su Xuan stopped and stood on the sky, neither falling nor rising.

"Su Jianshen, why did you stop?"

Li Ruowei asked anxiously.

The familiar man didn't answer, but just concentrated and calmed down, his arms spread out, and the next moment, a majestic Gang Qi rushed out of the acupuncture points all over his body.

It turned into a bright three-foot sword light, followed by a second sword light, and then a third.

The fourth strike, the fifth strike, in less than ten breaths, thousands of sword lights appeared above the entire sky.

One changes into ten, ten changes into one hundred, one thousand changes, one thousand changes, in an instant, thousands of sword lights are suspended above the sky.

Li Ruowei was dumbfounded, and saw the white-robed man wave his palm, and in an instant, thousands of sword lights were activated, gathered together, and turned into a long river of sword energy, across the sky, and headed towards the Hanging Mountain.

"Let's go."

Su Xuan withdrew his palm, and then led Li Ruowei Yukong forward.

After the cup of tea, a mighty river of sword energy appeared on the Hanging Mountain, shaking the world.

Countless people raised their heads and looked at the long river of sword energy with suspicious eyes, only to see the long river fall and submerge the entire Hanging Mountain.

Thousands of sword lights bloomed in the void, turning into dots of cold light, instantly tearing apart the army of the Heyang royal family.

The domineering sword energy raged, and the sword light came and went, shuttling through the mountains and fields.

"bang bang bang"

"boom boom"

On the Hanging Mountain, countless armored soldiers were pierced by the sword energy and turned into clouds of blood mist. Many disciples of the Hanging Temple stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what happened.

But seeing the sword energy rewinding and heading towards the army at the foot of the mountain, it was only a cup of tea time, and the screams, wailing, and unwilling roars echoed.

In just a few cups of tea, tens of thousands of armored soldiers were killed, corpses were strewn all over the mountains and fields, blood flowed like rivers.

Plants, trees, bamboos and stones, mountain gates, pavilions, towers and pavilions are all bathed in blood and dyed blood red.

The mountain wind reverberates, the evil spirit is majestic, and the blood mist rises, turning into a blood cloud that covers the sky and the sun, setting off the Hanging Mountain like a hell on earth.

Sword lights shot up into the sky, gathered again, turned into a long river, and headed towards the two land gods of the Heyang royal family.

The terrifying Qi machine descended, and it shattered their terrestrial immortal might from tens of miles away.

Under this aura, Gu Sang Shangshu's body trembled, and the long knife in his hand whined.

On the Hanging Mountain, the white-haired sword fairy in charge of the sword box finally breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped on the void, his green robe fluttered, and blood dripped from his fingertips. His eyes looked at the long river of sword energy.

The power emanating from it made him shudder.

The appearance of this long river of sword energy is self-evident. The battle of the Baili Bamboo Sea in Qing'an Prefecture is over, the three religions are defeated, and Su Xuan enters the Land of Gods and Wonderland.

"You're right."

The white-haired sword fairy murmured to himself, both grateful and embarrassed in his heart, and secretly sighed: "This son entered the land god in a perfect state, I am afraid that he is invincible in Kyushu and number one in the world."

Immediately, he gloated and thought that he had made the right bet, but what about the Three Sects who had made the wrong bet?

Withdrawing his gaze, he looked at the old man in black of the Heyang royal family and the Minister of the Ministry of War. The two land gods looked at each other, then turned around without looking back, and left in the opposite direction.

He didn't even bring his head back, stepped on the void, took a step of hundreds of feet, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

The white-haired Sword Immortal of Xuankong Temple did not chase after him, but fell from the sky and landed on Xuankong Temple, looking at the devastated mountain gate and the disciples covered in blood, his eyes were gratified.

"Ancestor."

Miao Zizai walked over with the blood-stained long sword in hand, ignoring the injuries on her body, she was puzzled and said, "Old Ancestor, why did those two retreat suddenly."

"That's right, Patriarch, who is helping me in Hanging Mountain?"

The surrounding disciples came over and asked questions one after another.

"I'll find out later."

The white-haired Sword Immortal shook his head, his eyes swept over the mountains and fields, blood was everywhere, even the vegetation, bamboo and stones were stained with thick blood of minced meat.

He said: "Today, although there is not one out of ten in my Hanging Mountain, the gates of the mountains are all there. You can count the number of disciples, clean the gates, burn the corpses, and put away the swords and armor."

"promise"

Although Miao Zizai was puzzled, she could tell the difference, and without hesitation, she immediately led the remaining disciples to clean the mountain gate.

After about a cup of tea, two figures appeared above the Hanging Mountain, their sleeves fluttered, and after a few breaths, they landed in front of the main hall.

There, a white-haired old sword fairy was waiting.

Li Ruowei witnessed the tragedy of Xuankong Mountain in the sky, after landing, he couldn't bear it any longer, knelt down in front of the ancestor, choked up and said: "The disciple is late, please punish the ancestor."

"Punishment for what?"

The ancestor Xuankongguan looked kindly, and waved his hand lightly, and Li Ruowei's body was lifted up by the gentle qi.

The white-haired sword fairy said: "If it weren't for the help you invited back, my Hanging Mountain would have been in ruins long ago."

"Thank you Su Jianshen for helping me this time."

The white-haired old man cupped his fists and said solemnly.

"It's okay."

Su Xuan smiled casually: "At the beginning you helped me in Qingzhou, and you blocked the old Tianshi Longhushan in Dahe County, I mean what I say, so naturally I want to protect you Xuankongguan.

However, he was late on the way, and was ambushed by people from the Three Religions in the Baili Bamboo Sea in Qing'an Mansion, which delayed him for a while, otherwise he should have arrived long ago. "

"Old Ancestor, the Heyang royal family ambushed tens of thousands of cavalry in the Bamboo Sea, as well as seven land gods of three religions and 82 real masters."

Li Ruowei said: "They were all killed by Su Jianshen one by one."

The white-haired Sword Immortal's face changed slightly. He thought that Su Xuan could escape, but he didn't expect to break out of the encirclement in this way.

To wipe out the masters of the three religions, those are the seven land gods and 82 real masters.

Almost half of the elite strongmen from the three religions were buried in the Baili Bamboo Sea in Qing'an Mansion by this white-robed young man in front of him after such a battle.

"Ruowei, go and talk to Zizai, prepare the food and drink, I'm going to have a drink with Su 870 Sword God today."

The white-haired Sword Immortal smiled happily, the elite of the Three Religions are finished, and I am afraid that they will have to face Su Xuan's revenge next.

In the future, who else in the Kyushu Jianghu can stop the rise of Xuankong Guan?

How can Sai Weng lose his horse and know that it is not a blessing?

How can the white-haired sword fairy not like it.

It didn't take long for the news of the coming of the Green Bamboo Sword God Su Xuan to spread throughout the Xuankong Mountain. Under Li Ruowei's small mouth, the battle of the Hundred Miles Bamboo Sea also spread throughout the Xuankong Temple.

All the disciples knew that Su Xuan saved Xuankong Temple today.

The entire Xuankong Temple was boiling, and the joy of surviving after the catastrophe dilutes the bloody haze.

Huge black smoke rose into the sky, and at the foot of the mountain, the flames were burning into the sky, burning the corpses of tens of thousands of soldiers.

As for the disciples who died while watching the battle in the sky, they were buried in the back mountain, and a monument was carved in the tomb.

Inside the Houshan Hall

The small table was filled with delicacies, the white-haired Sword Immortal sat at the main seat, and Su Xuan and the head teacher of Xuankong Guan sat opposite each other.

Li Ruowei added tea and poured wine.

"Su Jianshen, the Battle of Zhuhai was really fun."

Miao Zizai got up, holding the wine glass in both hands: "I wish I could witness the power of the sword god, kill the seven land gods, and destroy the 82 masters of the three religions. It's really a pleasure."

Miao Zizai said: "In the past, because of the death of my senior brother and younger brother, I had some complaints about Su Jianshen. Today, the Heyang royal family bullied me on Hanging Mountain, and only Su Jianshen rushed to help. This kindness, I Miao Zizai will always remember in my heart. He A word from Risu Sword God, even if it kills me, I will not frown."

After all, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"I don't know each other."

Su Xuan also picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said: "Today's incident was also caused by me, so it's nothing."

"Are you going to the Eastern Sea Martial Emperor City next?"

The white-haired sword fairy asked.

"Ah."