Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The lingering warmth remaining on Si Yutong's fingertips was quickly swept away by the scorching air waves.

And the distance between her and Bai Yunfeng was deliberately widened by the other party.

The pursuers had arrived, and they shot the second and third arrows in succession. The arrows galloped past her scalp, and her mount acted in panic, running desperately into the distance. She could only bow down and squeeze her chest tightly Stick to the horse's back to avoid the pursuit of arrows.

She felt like a lonely boat on the sea, bumping in the storm, ups and downs, unable to control herself, the only thing she could do was to firmly hold the Frost Snow Sword in her hand.

How far the road is, how long the suffering is.

The arrows shooting at her stopped, and she heard the sound of horseshoes behind her gradually receding, she turned her head in the gust of wind, and the back of Bai Yunfeng was reflected in her shaking vision, blocking in front of Yang Yang's pursuers.

The arrow was still stuck in his back, dyeing his vest a shocking red, but he still swung his sword, roared, and slashed at every cavalryman who tried to pass him like crazy.

However, his sword was not fast enough or long enough, and the pursuers in the back row drew their bows and shot another arrow at his chest.He couldn't dodge it anymore, he could only take the arrow with his eyes open, and his back and belly were broken.

He was alone, like a praying man holding a cart, waiting for his end only to be smashed to pieces.

He knew better than anyone else that he resisted, struggled, and sacrificed in order to buy some time for Si Yutong.

Si Yutong wanted to cry but had no tears, so she could only bite her lip firmly and watched the figures in her field of vision getting smaller and smaller.

The sky was dyed crimson by the flames of war, the earth was burning, and the river bank was filled with gunpowder smoke. The shadow of Bai Yunfeng retreated to the river bank, and was finally submerged by smoke and dust.

He must have been immersed in the torrential river, and the majestic water will embrace him with open arms, wash away his many scars, wash away his pain and suffering, make him sleep peacefully, and go to the end where heaven and water meet, The world where the gods live.

Si Yutong could no longer see his shadow, and could not even hear the sound of water clearly. Her only thought was to move forward, get rid of all the obstacles that entangled her, and go to the highest point.

She had ridden her horse around the side of the battlefield, and those behind her could not catch up with her footsteps, but more enemies broke away from the team to stop her footsteps.

The terrain is going up, she has reached the foot of the mountain, but there is still a long distance from the top of the mountain.

A breeze passed overhead.

It was an arrow, but it came from the front, and it merged into a rain, driving away the pursuers behind.

Si Yutong raised her head and saw Di Dongqing's figure. It turned out that he noticed her movements and brought people to support her.

Different from the well-defined formations of the government soldiers, the Jianghu people hid in the mountains and fields, and the water of the high tide came out like a high tide, and scattered Yuchang's army with a shower of rain.

Many of them were also famous families in the martial arts, but they were persecuted by Song Xiang and suffered all kinds of humiliation.Nine years of accumulated anger burst out on this day, making them indomitable and fierce like ghosts and gods.And Di Dongqing is their backbone, gathering the seemingly scattered team together to fight side by side.

Di Dongqing greeted Si Yutong and said with concern: "You are injured, there is blood at the corner of your mouth."

Si Yutong's breathing was unsteady, and she said anxiously, "I'm going to the top of the mountain."

Di Dongqing nodded: "Understood, but why did you rush out of the army alone, Master Bai?"

Si Yutong trembled all over, looked at the other party in a daze, and said, "Yunfeng, Yunfeng..."

Di Dongqing showed shock, then frowned, raised a hand, and slowly put it on her shoulder.

The temperature of the palm made her lose her mind for a moment, and the tense heartstrings were finally overwhelmed and broke in two.

In the distance, the only remaining ray of sky light was also swallowed by the layer of clouds, lightning flickered on and off in the sky, and the haze squeezed her from all directions, causing her to almost fall off the horse.

She has been walking in the dark for too long, exhausted physically and mentally, and the road ahead is bleak, and despair spreads from the bottom of her feet, boundless.

The Shenzhou she tried to protect is scarred, and everything she holds dear has abandoned her.

Family, kids, friends, even childhood sweethearts...

"A Tong, you can't fall down," Di Dongqing's voice rang in her ears, "If you fall here, you will regret it too much, Bai Yunfeng, Brother Fang, Aunt Lan and Xiao Su, they all with you."

The long-lost name woke her up from the nightmare.

Di Dongqing fixed her eyes and said firmly, "I'm with you too."

She took a deep breath.Slowly straighten your shoulders, tighten your fingers, and pull up the rein again.

She was already exhausted, but what supported her was not the flesh and bones, but the blood of the gods flowing in her body.

Once upon a time, during a night in a temple in a deserted village, her ancestors supported her in this way, making her endure the severe pain of separation.The statue of the god looked at her silently, and that indifferent gaze often appeared in her dreams, making her puzzled.

At this moment, she finally realized that the indifferent and distant god must be challenging her.

——Can you overcome all these difficulties and sufferings?Life is short, like wind blowing dust, like clouds covering the moon, like short-lived epiphyllum, like fireworks reaching the sky.You are just as small and humble, but if you burn your mortal body, can you dispel this haze and illuminate this world?

she can.

She has to.

She raised her head and solemnly said: "Holly, my good ally, guard this place for me."

"must."

Years ago, their father had exchanged the same covenant.

Their covenant has saved countless people, and their heroic spirit will never die, and they are mighty in the world, surpassing the eternity and hundreds of gods.

She finally stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the battlefield below her feet.

The scars were all over the place, and the living beings were charcoal, burning her eyes.

She wants to drive the war out of this land. If someone must shed their blood for her, let their blood be the last sacrifice.

She raised her sword.

Invisible torrents gathered at her feet from all directions, and spiritual power rushed through her body.

The thunder roared, and the loud noise shook the sky. The thunder did not come from the sky, but from her fingertips.

Even Di Dongqing was stunned.

The tumbling stratus clouds gathered behind Si Yutong and formed a round outline. The outline was extremely obscure, as if pressing into all the darkness in the world, and the center of the outline streamed out a bright light, which was brighter and more magnificent than the sun. .

Candles illuminate the primordial spirit.

Di Dongqing saw its appearance for the first time, but recognized it immediately.Pure light does not even need to be described, but it is more dazzling than all tangible things in the world.

The dark clouds around the round hole churned like a sea, and the heavy rain poured down. The torrential rain seemed to be reversed by an invisible hand and hung in the sky.

Peiran's heavenly water extinguished the burning fire on the ground, and also turned the artillery of Yuchang's army into scrap iron.

This time, Song Xiang was powerless to stop him.

The gods bid farewell to the mortal world and left their spiritual power in Shenzhou for the mortal body to envoy. Among them, only Si Shi, who is a descendant of the gods, can control the purest power without needing to be in the form of birds and beasts.

People stopped fighting, discarded their swords, and fell on the ground one after another, prostrating and worshiping.

In the silence, Bai Xiuchuan drove straight in, and finally got straight to Song Xiang's side.

He usually lowered his eyes and raised his eyes high. He mustered up his courage and put his sword on the neck of the enemy general.

"General Song, you dare to use artillery privately to murder the prince, what crime should you be punished for?"

Seeing that the general situation was over, Song Xiang finally fell off his horse and buried his head in captivity.