In a book pavilion, Zhou Xuanxin slowly opened his eyes.
The rich scent of sandalwood lingers between the wings of the nose.
Ever since the Hidden Sword Flow was defeated that day, there was peace for three full days on the shores of the East China Sea.
But everyone knows that at the same time, the military war in the hinterland of the Central Plains has never ended.
Zhou Botong has a pure and innocent temperament. After playing around for a long time, he also understands the weight of the righteousness of his family and country.
Although he didn't say anything, he no longer dragged Zhou Xuanxin to accompany him.
After three days of peace, Zhou Xuanxin went to Wang Xianzhi to ask for a quiet room. In the past few days, his life had been uneventful.
Turning over books, moving Qi, holding swords, and refining elixirs.
The days were dull but fulfilling.
It seems that the disputes in the outside world have nothing to do with me.
But everyone knew that the Japanese soldiers and horses had appeared on the beach in a big way, and the two sides were fighting.
The matter will not end here.
After all, dozens of Hidden Sword Flow warships were all destroyed by a peanut, which can be regarded as a blood feud.
Regarding this matter, Zhou Xuan only shrugged after hearing about it.
"If they hadn't come, I wouldn't have thought of slaughtering pigs and dogs. Now that they're here, there's a price to pay for their hasty arrival."
The third day passed.
Night falls slowly.
It seemed like he had a premonition that this night would be anything but ordinary.
Emperor Wu's city was so peaceful today that it seemed unnaturally peaceful.
Wang Xianzhi and Wuming took advantage of the moonlight and climbed to the top of the city.
But what Wuming was holding in his hand was not the heroic sword that was famous all over the world.
It is a rather ancient form of Erhu.
He plays the erhu when he is full of blood, but the remaining blood is everywhere.
"Brother Wuming, I feel quite relaxed today."
Wang Xianzhi joked.
Both of them have reached the Great Dao Heavenly Realm, but they usually hide their skills and push themselves to the Grand Master Realm.
Only with the will to fight and the fighting spirit sprouting, can one's true strength be driven.
At this level, the Heavenly Sword has no name, so naturally it is no longer restricted by the weapon in its hand.
It has long since reached the point where vegetation, mountains, rocks, and true energy can all be used as swords.
Even if there is only an erhu in the hand, the sword energy is still strong enough to cut through the waves.
At this moment, dark ships slowly appeared on the sea level.
Compared with the previous vanguard, it was even more magnificent.
Like a dark war cloud rising from the sea.
Wuming frowned slightly.
It's not like he never thought that the Japanese martial arts would become unified over the years.
But he never expected that Japan could gather such a powerful military force in an instant.
And behind each building ship, one can vaguely feel that there are two groups of unusual and extraordinary auras, hidden within them.
A ball of aura, Xiongcai was cold and stern, trying his best to hide his strength.
The other group, on the other hand, was extremely domineering and unwilling to hide their strength at all.
Under the moonlight, these two groups of auras looked like two huge ghosts and gods stretching across the sky.
They are moving towards the head of Emperor Wu's city step by step.
"The city lord is still unwilling to take action?"
Wang Xianzhi smiled slightly and did not deny it.
Wuming smiled bitterly and slowly sat down at the top of the city.
It's like strolling in a leisurely garden and playing music gracefully.
The string bow just landed on the strings, and there was a sudden vibration between the fingers.
As a sad and high-pitched noise spread.
The entire sea seemed to be roaring with huge waves!
The sword borrows the sound of the harp, and the harp aids the power of the sword!
I saw a light-colored sword energy suddenly surging on the strings.
It grows in the wind.
In just a moment, the scene turned into a hundred-foot-long heavenly sword of brilliance!
Shining on the ocean, reflecting the bloody banners of hidden swords, it looked shocking.
Under the flag, there are countless Japanese warriors with fierce faces.
They seemed to have no fear of death, facing the divine light of the Heavenly Sword, and drove to the city head desperately.
Wuming's face was cold.
Another tune fell.
It's not a sad sound, but a murderous aura.
The heavenly sword suddenly swung down!
In an instant, the sea water surged up like a white dragon.
Immediately, more than a dozen buildings and ships were cut into pieces.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, endlessly tragic.
However, the remaining hundreds of warships did not retreat at all.
Wuming frowned slightly and changed to "Array Front Tune" again.
As soon as the Heavenly Sword moved, it immediately turned into thousands of sword lights, clearly standing in rows.
The warriors in the city were all shocked when they saw the heavy sword light.
Wan Jian returns to his clan!
"Today, I will also follow the example of the old sword god."
"Here comes the sword!"
Following Wuming's violent shout, thousands of swords in the city seemed to hear the call.
They all turned into silver light and gathered at the top of the city.
Side by side with thousands of sword energies, it turns into an unbreakable river of sword energy.
But at this moment, a muffled thunderous shout was heard slowly coming from the distant ship.
"What a Heavenly Sword, what a Ten Thousand Swords Guizong!"
Immediately, hundreds of figures suddenly jumped out from among the hundreds of buildings and ships!
Those are the hundreds of masters chosen by the Hidden Sword Style to support the people!
When it comes to cultivation, it may not be profound.
But he has been taught an extremely vicious formation since he was a child.
Hundreds of people formed an array to be ruthless, heartless, soulless, and memoryless.
There is only one intention to kill!
He is the opponent of Tianjian Jianyi!
These hundreds of people suddenly twitched in mid-air.
Suddenly, a ball of blood mist burst out from everyone's body!
The blood mist stretched into a continuous sheet, and instead of falling into the sea, it condensed into a blood cloud.
"Using human blood and human souls as a guide, we used the blood cloud formation again!"
In mid-air, thousands of sword lights and raging blood clouds converged for a moment.
In an instant, endless explosions broke out!
The blood is shining, and the sword energy is flying!
The meaning of the Heavenly Sword lies in Haoran Zongzheng and caring for the common people.
The Blood Cloud Formation is exactly the opposite.
It is an evil formation in the world formed by abandoning all emotions, kindness and even the soul, leaving only greed and murderous thoughts.
All of a sudden, the fight at sea continued!
The sound of the nameless piano stirred, and the sword energy overflowed from his fingers.
The power of Wanjian Guizong is unparalleled. After the initial confrontation, the Blood Cloud Formation was gradually suppressed.
But it is not easy to break this formation in an instant.
The remaining boats were still moving towards the city head without stopping.
As the building boat approached, Wuming and others finally saw two figures standing on the bow.
The person on the left, in green clothes with a broad belt, looks like a scholar, with a long beard floating on his chest.
Quite a bit like an outsider.
Big boss!
The man on the right is more than ten feet tall, with muscles all over his body and a domineering and terrifying face.
His hair and beard are all blood red.
It is better to say that he is a human being than a world-destroying demon god.
Great demon!
Wang Xianzhi lightly buckled the city head.
I saw hundreds of martial slaves dispatched, and I jumped down behind me!
The master raised his sword with one hand behind his back.
A consciousness-only sword shot through the air!
Only the sound of bloody flesh could be heard.
Half of the hundreds of martial slaves were killed immediately.
Obviously, he didn't try his best.
He left half of it to relieve his brother's anger.
As expected, the Great Demon God snorted coldly.
He raised his hand and struck out with a heavy palm!
I saw a tornado of fire coming out of my palm, swallowing up the remaining martial slaves!
This raging flame is different from Hayato Tengyin's previous red fire method.
Many times more ferocious and violent energy!
The great devil roared, as if he was extremely unsatisfied.
Feishen was about to leap to the top of the city.
Wang Xianzhi's face turned cold and he was about to raise one hand.
But suddenly I heard the sound of a sword coming from behind!
Peach wood sword!
