When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

The yellow sand is billowing with beacon smoke, and eight thousand cavalry ride on the golden sand!

How majestic it is. Ba Shu 69 new

Horse hooves are flying, and there is no light for thousands of miles.

It’s not that the sun has retreated.

Instead, the sky was filled with flying sand, blocking even the sunlight.

The soldiers wore black armor, which was made of black iron and was extremely hard.

When the word "kill" was shouted out.

The murderous intent seemed to condense into substance, locking onto Li Changxiao in an instant.

A man in front of a well-trained army.

Seems so small.

It's worse than the yellow sand under the horses' hooves.

Li Changxiao, dressed in white.

Not only was he not afraid, but he also laughed.

He drank heavily until he drank up all the peach blossom wine in the wine gourd.

Rao is so.

He was still unhappy.

Put the lid on the wine gourd and take out another wine gourd from your waist.

He gently pushed the plug open with his thumb.

Take a swig.

He laughed and said, "How painful it is! How happy it is!"

"today…"

"There's wine and there's blood!"

He laughed boldly.

I wonder if he was drunk because of alcohol.

He actually charged towards the eight thousand cavalry with one man and one sword!

Zhao Qing stared at this scene blankly.

The shock in my heart could not be greater.

worldly…

There are such people.

She seemed to have a taste of the other party's charm.

The white clothes are thin, the sword is not very sharp, but after two sips of wine, he dares to overthrow the horse!

His courage alone is unparalleled.

Such a person can tolerate disrespect from ordinary people, and it doesn't matter if his items are stolen while he is asleep.

but…

That's the kind of person.

I only used five hundred taels.

At most, add a newly born medicinal emperor ginger.

So he bought the lives of the demon scholar Chen Xiaohu, the great elder of the Corpse Puppet Sect, the Giant Buddha of Jiuxiang Temple, and the old swordsman, all these famous names!

even……

I don't know how many of these eight thousand cavalry are included in these five hundred taels.

Zhao Qing stared blankly.

Watching the man in white rush into the eight thousand cavalry.

Looking at the white-robed man, he took a sip of wine and a sword, and cut off the leading soldier from his horse.

Watch him kill one person in one step, his white clothes not stained with blood.

He laughed wildly, which was completely different from his usual laziness.

Even the wine never leaves my hand.

The enemy soldiers were killed until the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and it was so terrifying that people were frightened.

It's hard to tell whether it's yellow sand or blood mist.

Eight thousand cavalry?

No…

Just one stick of incense is less than seven thousand.

However, this is not enough.

The cavalry never gave in.

Baiyi was also not afraid.

Everything the sword pointed at was killed with one blow.

He didn't like the smell of blood.

So I like to drink to cover up.

Another incense.

The eight thousand cavalry were already less than four thousand, and nearly half were lost.

The cavalry still refused to give in.

The wine in Bai Yi's hand has not bottomed out yet, there is still plenty of it, and the sword is still sharp.

"kill!"

The momentum was overwhelming.

The five sticks of incense passed.

Only one thousand of the eight thousand cavalry remained.

There is still one third of Baiyi's wine left.

Another stick of incense passed.

Corpses everywhere.

The wine is about to bottom out.

All eight thousand cavalry were wiped out!

Leave no one behind.

No…

It should be that if no one retreats, they will die!

Li Changxiao stood among the corpses.

White clothes are not stained with blood.

But it was stained with a lot of wine.

"I'll give you a drink." He poured the remaining wine on the ground.

That's when.

The yellow sand sinks, the beacon smoke fades, and the war drums cease.

The sun shines in.

Light was restored between heaven and earth.

Bodies everywhere, blood everywhere.

Broken armor and broken sword.

The yellow sand has been dyed into blood sand.

How tragic.

If you want to die for your orders, you should die well and happily, and you should offer wine as a gift.

There is no right or wrong, no hatred, just different positions.

No complaints or regrets.

Li Changxiao stepped on the sand mixed with blood and water and slowly walked towards the fortune teller.

"It failed."

The fortune teller took a deep breath.

Slowly closed his eyes.

A little, look up to the sky.

I actually made a miscalculation.

He looked at Li Changxiao with a calm expression, "After all, I was one step behind. I didn't expect that there would be people like you in the world."

"If we don't use the Pingtian Compass, we won't lose this game."

Li Changxiao said calmly: "That's true."

"Cleverness leads to mistakes." The divine fortune teller said sadly, "Think of me as the divine fortune teller. I plan my whole life, but in the end I die because of my calculations."

"Maybe, this is life."

Speaking of which.

He quickly drew the long sword from his back.

Kill yourself.

Crisp and neat.

"The Divine Calculation Sect can only miscalculate once in a lifetime."

"I should have died long ago."

Blood splattered on his neck, and the fortune teller allowed the blood to drain away, but his expression remained calm.

as if.

This is his last son.

The Divine Calculation Sect is so proud.

From the beginning to the end of the sect.

Not a single disciple or elder died at the hands of others.

Either commit suicide or be buried in heaven and earth.

As the fortune teller dies.

This carefully planned attack and killing officially came to an end.

The effect of the Ping Tian Compass is still there.

Because of the confrontation between the three dynasties and constant wars over the years, the blood energy collected by Pingtian Luopan was too terrifying, enough to last for three days and three nights.

After three days and three nights.

The compass will completely turn into dust.

"Are you okay?" Li Changxiao walked up to Zhao Qing and asked with concern.

"It's okay." Zhao Qing's face was pale and she was still a little weak. She looked at the corpses on the ground and still hadn't recovered.

"You...help me pull out the magic dagger." Zhao Qing said.

The dagger was inserted into her back, and the injury was not too serious for the monk.

After Li Changxiao pulled out the dagger, he asked Zhao Qing to wait for a while, then took out a bottle of medicinal powder from his sleeve and sprinkled it evenly on the wound.

Zhao Qing said nothing and resisted. The powder took effect quickly. Her complexion softened a lot and she was able to use her cultivation again.

She immediately went to the Hemu Temple in the desert and took out the body of her former mentor.

Then, she broke the golden body in Hemu Temple.

Done everything.

She suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Li Changxiao.

I found Li Changxiao digging a grave. Because it was sandy land, the soil in the grave was very loose and would scatter when the wind blew.

He had no choice but to dig the grave deeper and deeper, which cost him a lot of effort. He could have just ignored it and walked away, but after thinking about it, he decided to do it anyway.

Fortunately, after Zhao Qing had a rest, he came over to help.

With the combined efforts of the two, and some spiritual energy assistance, they quickly buried the corpses all over the ground.

Li Changxiao was so tired that he lay down on the sand and kicked for breath.

Zhao Qing sat next to him.

After the war, there was a long-lost calm.

Endless sea of ​​sand.

Isn’t it also a beautiful sight?

Li Changxiao wanted to drink out of habit. When the bottle reached his mouth, he remembered that he had already finished the wine.

He smiled helplessly.

Zhao Qing suddenly asked: "Aren't you curious about my true identity?"

Li Changxiao answered the question, "The Wang family troupe is in a town twenty miles away."

"If you go now, it's still too late."

"We can't miss it this time."

"If you miss it, you have to wait another five years."

Zhao Qing was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled, with a sincere and happy smile, but there was a hint of loneliness deep in his eyes.

She knows.

This journey is coming to an end.