Chapter 167 He is from Baiyujing [First update, please subscribe]
Sima Qingshan's legs were shaking as the cold rain slapped on his face. The chill of the autumn rain seemed to penetrate his skin and permeate every inch of his body.
The city of Nanjin was breached and barbarian soldiers invaded. The general guarding the city of Nanjin blocked the barbarian soldiers with his body, but was pierced by several spears and fell to his knees. Even while kneeling, the general never let go of the sword in his hand.
It seemed that even if he died, he would still hold the sword tightly in his hand and kill the barbarians.
Sima Qingshan clenched his fists.
Being in Nanjin City, he knew the temperament of these barbarians very well. Nanjin City would go to war with the barbarians almost every once in a while, and there were countless battles, big and small.
However, there has never been a situation like today where the barbarians launched a large-scale attack.
This made it impossible for Nanjin City to react immediately and it had no time to ask Nanjiang City for help.
"Poor painter?"
A figure in white clothes spoke with a smile.
"This is the first time I've heard someone use "poor" as a prefix before their name."
The figure smiled.
Sima Qingshan wiped the rain off his face and looked at the figure in white.
The rain fell from the sky, and when it was about to fall on the man in white, it suddenly twisted.
"you……"
Sima Qingshan's eyes suddenly widened.
Such strange means can't help but make people shudder.
"Hello, poor painter. I am just a butcher."
The white-shirted man raised the corners of his unshaven mouth slightly and smiled.
Sima Qingshan was stunned.
far away.
The ferocious barbarians began to charge forward frantically, their straw sandals splashing water on the bluestone ground.
The muscular barbarian soldier held a spear in his hand and threw it out with a step.
The cold spear tore through the gloomy rain curtain and whizzed towards Sima Qingshan and the man in white.
A group of barbarians roared excitedly.
They couldn't wait to crush the two people in front of them, rushed into the city of Nanjin, and robbed wealth, food, and women.
Sima Qingshan was frightened by the whistling spear and took a step back, his whole body going limp.
The man in white shirt smiled.
"You must have just become a practitioner not long ago..."
The man in white shirt said.
"He is not a cultivator who has been enlightened by you, nor is he a cultivator who has been created by the Longmen Terracotta Warriors or the spiritual energy of Wolong Ridge..."
"You should have entered the land of immortality."
The man in white shirt continued.
Sima Qingshan looked at him in disbelief when he heard this.
"It seems...I was right."
The man in white shirt smiled.
Then he raised his hand and swung it violently, and a powerful spiritual energy surged out from his Qi Dan.
The terrible pressure caused countless spears thrown to pierce the ground.
It was as if these ferocious spears were bowing down before the men in white shirts.
"Young Master said that the war should stop for three months."
"However, if barbarians invade, they will be killed without mercy."
The man in white shirt swung his hand and grasped the butcher knife at his waist.
He glanced at the Nanjin City defenders who died tragically, and the general who was pierced by several spears but still had his eyes wide open.
Sighed.
The breath is like a dragon's.
When he took a breath, it suddenly turned into murderous intent.
far away.
The barbarian soldier drew his sword and rushed towards the man in white shirt madly.
Victory is at hand.
The gate of Nanjin City had been broken down by them, and food, wealth, and women were all within reach. How could they give up just because of the obstruction of a mere man in white?
The man in white turned his head and looked at Sima Qingshan.
"Look carefully, a true practitioner, faced with a situation like this, would never just stand there and wait to die."
"As practitioners, we have the ability to turn the tide of the battle."
The man in white shirt said.
The words fell.
The hand that was on the handle of the butcher knife suddenly exerted force.
He suddenly drew out the knife from his waist, and the pitch-black butcher knife drew an arc in the rain.
Buzz...
Under Sima Qingshan's shocked gaze.
An invisible arc of energy was slashed out, and the next moment, it became a semi-arc, sweeping across the charging barbarians, and their bodies were directly cut in half.
Hot blood spurted out.
The man in white shirt was covered in blood.
He loosened his hand, and the butcher knife floated in the air, shaking slightly and emitting excited sounds.
Buzz...
The butcher knife suddenly started to spin.
The man in white shirt waved gently.
The butcher knife flew out.
Puff puff!
Blood spurted out and heads rolled.
Sima Qingshan saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.
The densely packed barbarian soldiers, under the butcher knife, were like crying little piglets waiting to be slaughtered. The butcher knife, flying in the air, chopped them all off cleanly.
Outside the city.
A barbarian warrior roared fiercely.
It leaped up, with nine bird tail feathers inserted in a circle on its head.
The painted flesh on his face was trembling.
He clapped his hands and hit the butcher knife, his hands were covered in blood, but he still did not give up.
Finally, he stopped the butcher knife.
The man in white shirt couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
It seemed that he did not expect that this barbarian could actually block his knife.
"The Barbarian Nine-Feathered Warriors...are they similar to the Nine-Ring Grandmasters of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
The man in white shirt said calmly.
Then, he snapped his fingers.
The butcher knife held in the barbarian warrior's hand whistled again and pierced through the barbarian warrior's heart.
The barbarians were terrified.
The butcher knife was suspended in the air, spinning at high speed.
Slowly, a circle of knife shadows emerged on the periphery.
"Imperial sword."
The man in white shirt spoke.
The next moment, a huge knife shadow slashed down, leaving cracks on the ground. As the knife spread, dozens or hundreds of barbarians were cut in half in an instant.
In front of Nanjin City.
For a cultivator, one man can block the passage of ten thousand.
The barbarian soldiers were frightened by the killing and, under the command of the barbarian leader, they retreated from the city of Nanjin at a rapid speed, like collapsing rocks.
Sima Qingshan was dazzled and shocked.
With the strength of one person, he defeated the army of barbarians.
This is simply... too high-spirited.
Sima Qingshan felt a fire burning in his chest. Is this... a cultivator? !
far away.
The sound of footsteps could be heard, and dark shadows quickly flew over from the other end of Nanjin City.
After a while, nearly a hundred figures wearing light armor landed on the bluestone road of Nanjin City.
The man in white shirt glanced at these lightly armored soldiers, curled his lips, wiped the butcher knife with cloth, turned his head and looked at Sima Qingshan with the knife on his shoulder.
"You are a person who has obtained great immortal fate. Don't waste this immortal fate."
The man in white shirt said.
The light-armored soldier looked at the man in white shirt and saw a figure galloping towards him from a distance.
It fell down, crushing the rain water on the ground.
The figure looked at the man in white and bowed solemnly.
"Thank you very much."
The figure spoke sincerely. If the man in white had not taken action, Nanjin City would have become a living hell today.
The light-armored soldiers around also bowed.
The man in white shirt smiled, waved his hand nonchalantly, and walked slowly with the butcher knife slung over his shoulder.
"No need to thank me. The governor of Beijun said something very well: those who are not of my race must have different hearts... Besides, my young master also said that during the cessation of war, if barbarians invade, they will be killed without mercy."
The man in white chuckled, and his figure gradually disappeared in the rain.
Sima Qingshan came to his senses and hurriedly trotted a few steps, chasing after the white-shirted man who had disappeared.
"Senior... who are you?"
However, his voice echoed in the bluestone street, but no one responded to him.
A figure in light armor came to Sima Qingshan's side and said, "I am the leader of the Southern Army, Tang Yimo."
The figure said to Sima Qingshan.
Sima Qingshan was stunned. He had certainly heard of the Nanfu Army. The cultivator army in Nanjun was mysterious and powerful.
"The man in white just now is called Nie Zhangqing, a disciple of Bai Yujing, a great cultivator who travels the world and can defeat ten thousand troops by himself."
Tang Yimo looked at the empty street and said.
After hearing this, Sima Qingshan's body trembled.
The butcher Nie Zhangqing, is from... Baiyujing?
The mysterious Baiyujing! Tang Yimo ignored the distraught Sima Qingshan.
He led the Southern Army, looked at the corpses all over the ground, looked at the general defending the city who died in battle with his eyes open, and took a deep breath.
We can't just let this go.
Looking up, Tang Yimo's eyes were sharp. He swung his arm forward and led the Southern Army out of the city gate.
Caught up with the retreating barbarians.
After a bloody battle, thousands of barbarian soldiers were left dead, and the barbarians were frightened and retreated.
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In the city.
Sima Qingshan stared at Qiuyu and picked up the scroll from the ground.
He unfolded the scroll, and it was stained, having lost its original charm.
Sima Qingshan sighed, threw down the scroll, and walked home all wet.
Return home.
He wrung the rain out of his blue shirt, then hurried to the desk, carefully spread out the rice paper, and took up the brush to dip in ink.
A stream of energy and spirit condensed, and it felt like air was flowing in the dantian.
Start painting.
The strokes are vigorous and powerful, with twists and turns like nine bends.
Soon, the image of a man in a white shirt and carrying a sword standing hazily in the rain-covered green alley appeared on the paper.
Sima Qingshan took a step back.
The people in the painting seemed to come alive in his eyes.
But the man in white turned his head and smiled at Sima Qingshan on his bearded face.
Sima Qingshan sat on the old wooden chair.
Looking at his ink-stained hands.
Suddenly, I seemed to understand something.
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
The second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.
Lu Fan's white shirt fluttered in the wind, and his mind and spirit seemed to have turned into thousands of threads, entwining with the golden light sinking in Beiluo Lake.
The golden light became stronger and stronger, and before long it had expanded from the size of a fingernail to the size of half a fist.
There is tremendous energy flowing within it, which is a vast force.
Lu Fan stared at it. Although he was only facing energy half the size of his fist, it seemed as if he was facing the entire world.
There was a low growl echoing.
That was a wisp of spiritual consciousness from the Lord of the Plane who was suppressed by Lu Fan and used as the center of the formation.
With this spiritual consciousness, Lu Fan can continuously absorb the essence of another world.
"This is the origin... a very powerful energy."
"Life, destruction, and creation possess extreme power."
Lu Fan leaned against the railing, his hair flying, staring at Benyuan, muttering involuntarily.
However, as the origin was absorbed, this manic energy became full of wildness and violence.
It's like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins.
Lu Fan understood that this was because from another world to a new world...the constraints and repression were gone.
The origin will naturally become unruly.
In Lu Fan's words...
That is, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.
On the island.
No one else could feel the breath of the origin because Lu Fan isolated this energy.
"The origin is the way of heaven."
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.
"If the low-level martial arts world wants to be upgraded to the middle-level martial arts, or even the high-level martial arts, the origin of the Heavenly Dao must be born."
Therefore, subduing this origin became something Lu Fan had to do.
This is also the main reason why Lu Fan chose to go into seclusion this time.
The soul strength permeates.
Lu Fan closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting in a wheelchair, and appeared in front of the origin that was half the size of a fist at the bottom of the lake in his consciousness.
Dongdong...
Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of a heartbeat vibrating.
Above Lu Fan's head was a rippling lake, and above the lake, there was a circle of formation suppressing it.
Exploding suction force.
Lu Fan stretched out his hand and pointed his slender fingers at the origin.
A warm feeling enveloped his fingers.
The next moment.
This half fist-sized source continued to grow larger and larger in front of Lu Fan's eyes...
Wait for the scene in front of you to become clear.
However, Lu Fan raised his finger and tapped the origin, and the origin, which was originally only half the size of a fist, had grown into a sphere with a diameter of one kilometer.
The sphere still released an extremely terrifying aura.
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows and looked around: "The other end of the origin?"
Is that the origin of the world where the Lord of the Plane resides? Boom! The sky and the earth were gloomy.
There are all kinds of strange energies surging.
There were violent storms, raging fires, thunderous explosions, and the vast sea was surging...
This is a kind of attribute power, a power of attributes.
The origin of the Five Phoenix Continent does not have this kind of power...
Lu Fan created the origin with the intention of absorbing such power.
After feeling it clearly, Lu Fan seemed to have realized something. He looked at the origin in the sky and felt the flow of various mysterious energies.
He raised his hand and shouted for wind, and there came a howling strong wind.
When there is fire, there will be blazing flames.
When there is soil, a little mud falls into the vast ocean and instantly turns into a vast plain.
It is said that there must be trees. Once a seed falls, the whole mountain will be covered with flowers in the blink of an eye...
He said, Let there be light.
The gloomy clouds were broken, and bright sunlight poured down, illuminating the world.
Attribute spiritual energy.
Lu Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, so that's how it is.
There are shackles on the Wuhuang Continent, and the ultimate power is only the Tizang realm after tempering the five internal organs, and it is impossible to derive attribute spiritual energy.
However, with the creation and improvement of the origin, perhaps, soon it will be possible to break through the barriers and give birth to attribute spiritual energy.
The Wuhuang Continent can also break through the barrier of low-level martial arts and enter the middle-level martial arts.
Of course, the premise is...
Lu Fan was able to tame and suppress this origin.
Suddenly.
Lu Fan looked toward the horizon.
But above the sky, clouds were rolling in.
Soon, it turned into a huge human face.
The human face glared at Lu Fan.
"You suppressed my spiritual clone, yet you still dared to appear in the origin world! How audacious!"
The human face opened its mouth, and the next moment, it transformed into a giant palm that covered the sky.
He suddenly patted Lu Fan.
Lu Fan leaned against the wheelchair and gently touched the wheelchair guard with his fingers.
Suddenly...
The light of the silver blade suddenly appeared, like a meteor across the night sky in the dark night.
Suddenly they piled up and gathered in front of him.
Boom! A big hand clapped down.
The clouds exploded.
However, the shield formed by the stacked silver blades was not damaged at all.
Lu Fan collected the silver blade.
The human face piled up in the clouds disappeared, but a ray of golden light suddenly appeared in the distance.
The moment came from far away and appeared in Lu Fan's eyes.
The golden light faded away, revealing a figure with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a rolled-up red robe, a tall hat, a fair face, two strands of hanging hair, and a little rouge seemed to be smeared between his eyebrows.
Holding an orchid in his hand and stepping on a bright flying sword.
A terrifying atmosphere spread.
Lu Fan looked at the figure with an indifferent expression, his white shirt rustling in the wind.
Is this the Lord of that plane?
No wonder the hands are pinched orchid fingers...
It's weird.
Lu Fan had guessed that if he visualized the origin, he would definitely attract this existence, but he didn't expect that the other party would come faster than he imagined.
(End of this chapter)