Chivalrous Biography

This is a micro-fiction of the same name written for the online game The Legend of Chivalrous Man, which is sent out for everyone to see. Their official website has also been updated.

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The temple is rotten, the eunuchs are in power, the rebels rise, the world is in chaos, the mountains and rivers are broken, the beacons are in the sky, and the people are living in poverty.

The god's morning is at dusk, the society will collapse, the princes will rise together, and the three-legged tripod of Qin, Han and Qi are standing. They want to change the sky for the day and take the replacement of the divine dynasty.

In troubled times, unify the country and achieve the foundation of the world, or walk with a sword and be proud and intoxicated with the world?

A round of silver plate hangs high, clean and bright.

The mountains are undulating and not towering. They are adjacent to several mountain villages, and the birds sing at night, which is more and more quiet.

The moon is as blooming as water, and the mountains are faint and hazy, as if there is a thin layer of smoke. One of the dwarf mountains is not rich in vegetation, and strange stones stand. Only a few ancient trees stretch their branches to the sky, and there are few leaves. They are as energetic as dragons.

There is a blue stone on the top of the mountain, which flows brilliantly in the moonlight. There is a teenager sitting on it, ** on the upper body, the body is bronze, strong and powerful, the face is like a knife, the lines are clear, the heroism, and the black hair like a waterfall is naturally scattered.

He closed his eyes tightly and did not move like a loose. Every time after a period of time, a white airflow would rush out of his mouth and nose, like a dragon, making bursts of thunder, so that an ancient tree not far away would shake violently.

Gu Tianshu, who began to practice since he was a child, is now 21 years old. He practiced qi and practiced diligently. In the past two years, he has lived in Taoyuan Village and lived like a hermit. He is rarely far away from the village. Except for hunting in the mountains in exchange for the needs of life, practice is all he has.

"Buzz"

The whole mountain trembled. Gu Tianshu spit out the last innate essence, turned into a silver horse and rushed to the night sky, like a dragon dancing, and it took it back to his body after a long time.

The aftertome rumbled, like an ancient chariot that crushed the sky and gradually went away. The ancient tree not far away was finally shaken down by the airflow, stirring up a piece of smoke and dust.

Gu Tianshu opened his eyes and seemed to hit two lightnings under the night and moon. His eyes were very bright, and there were young people's sharpness and stability that did not match his age.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. He rose long, and then spread his wings like a roc, rose across the sky and fell to the mountain. A clear brilliance spread throughout his body, like a meteorite pulling a long tail light, entering the village.

Taoyuan Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers. On weekdays, chickens and dogs hear each other, and their hair is yellow and drooping. It is pleasant and happy, just like a paradise.

However, in recent days, there has been an unusual atmosphere. The villagers are in a bad mood. Half a month ago, a village dozens of miles away was looted, and more than a dozen people lost their lives.

Youfang Taoist priest said that the society is about to collapse and the world is in chaos. Even such a remote mountain village can no longer be a pure land, and sooner or later it will be affected.

It was late at night, and the village was very quiet. Most people had fallen asleep, but suddenly there was a noise from the neighboring village. After the chickens and dogs barked, there were bursts of crying, and the fire was soaring into chaos.

It can be faintly seen that the shadows leap, the swords and shadows, fierce mountain thieves enter the village, burn, kill and plunder everywhere, women and children cry helplessly, the old man cry sadly and cut through the night sky.

Moreover, a small group of mountain thieves rushed straight to Taoyuan Village, holding a torch, with a sharp blade, and the cold light flashed.

The villagers were shocked, panicked and trembling. Seeing the dark shadows rushing, they were afraid.

Gu Tianshu, carrying an iron sword, took more than ten feet in one step, and quickly reached the outside of the village. His eyes bloomed with cold electricity, opened his mouth and scolded gently, and a white innate essence spewed out like a silver dragon.

These eight or nine mountain thieves were shot away like scarecrows, their bones were broken all over, and they coughed up blood in the air. When they landed, they were all out of breath and lost their lives.

Gu Tianshu rushed into the neighboring village and came to rescue him. He ruthlessly waved the iron sword in his hand to the mountain thief, killed one person in ten steps, one blood flower after another, and people kept falling in the pool of blood.

He lives in seclusion here and knows the simplicity of the villagers nearby. He hates the murderers who burned and plundered like this. He is not soft at all, the sword is magical, the cold and dazzling, and the cold is piercing.

"Grandpa..." A young child was only four or five years old, guarding a thin body and crying loudly.

The old man had already stopped breathing, with white hair, supported the ground with a cocooned palm, and protected the child with a not wide hunchback.

There is a shocking wound on the back, the bones can be seen deeply, and the blood stains the ground red. The usual kind smile is no longer there, the head is weakly sagging, and the white hair is stained with blood.

"Grandpa, wake up. You are the only one in Dongdong. We depend on each other for our lives. Don't leave me..." The child cried until he was hoarse, and his childish face was full of tears. The yard was already on fire, but he refused to leave.

Gu Tianshu was sad for a while. In troubled times, people's lives will be more cheap than grass. In such a remote village, there are thieves rampant and commit murders in the village. This is no longer the first time. It is the result of many sad songs in the world.

"Don't cry, child..." He picked up the child, left the sea of fire, and put him on the street.

There are cries everywhere, the old women and children are crying helplessly, the fire is soaring to the sky, the whole village is miserable, the mountain thieves have not left, they are still looting and killing.

"Zhe"

The long sword came out of its sheath, like a flash of lightning in the night sky. Gu Tianshu handed the child to a frightened villager and killed the group of murderers with his sword.

"There are still people who dare to resist, slaughter the whole village for me!" A bandit leader shouted, his eyes flashed fiercely, the knife in his hand was cold, and the cold air forced people.

"Puff"

A wave of blood rushed more than two meters high. Gu Tianshu separated the corpse of a thief with a sword, and a blood-stained head flew six or seven meters away.

"Puff"

The sword in Gu Tianshu's hand was dazzling, like a Milky Way falling down, cutting off a murderer's slanted shoulder. A large area of blood and the upper body with a frightened look flew out a few meters and fell between dust and blood.

"Everyone go up with me and kill this person!" The bandit leader saw something unusual, shouted and ordered everyone to besiege together.

The cold light flashed in Gu Tianshu's eyes, the sword crossed the sky, and the light of the sword rushed to the sky, like a vast white waterfall, crossing the road, sweeping hard, and more than a dozen people were cut off.

The bandit leader was shocked. Knowing that he had met a master, he turned around and left. He refused to stay any longer, but he could not get rid of it at all.

A sword of cold light shone on the night sky and chopped down. On the spot, he was cut in half. Two well-proportioned bodies fell to both sides, and blood gushed.

All the thieves who entered the village were frightened and turned around and fled, but the eight swords burst out, accompanied by a string of blood flowers. Only one of them was still out of breath, and the rest were all killed on the ground.

"Child, my child..." A young woman held a cold baby, cried and laughed barefoot, and then fell to the ground and cried loudly.

"Grandpa God, how unfair you are!" An old man cried, with tears on his wrinkled face. His son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter all fell into a pool of blood and were swallowed up by the fire.

"Grandpa...woo... We depend on each other for our lives, don't leave Dongdong..." The children who were carried out by Gu Tianshu were full of tears, opened their little hands and reached into the sea of fire. They were stopped by the old man who lost all their children behind them, and their faces were all full of tears.

Gu Tianshu's heart is sad. Although he has the magic skill of killing the enemy, he has no magic to save people. He can't come back to life after death, and he is also powerless.

After careful cross-examination, he cut off the thief with only one breath and strode away with an iron sword on his back. There was a sad cry behind him. Although there was iron blood killing the enemy, he could not bear to witness this scene.

In the middle of the night, the ancient sky was windy, and the body flowed brightly, echoing the sun, moon and stars in the sky. His feet were three inches high from the ground, rushing to Luoying Village dozens of miles away like a streamer.

He learned from the last thieves that although this mountain thief was formed recently, it was not small, supported by someone behind it, and gathered more than 200 outlaws.

The mountains are very steep, easy to defend and difficult to attack, but for Gu Tianshu, it is not a problem at all. He is a dragon and tiger walk, ape leaps and eagles, carries a long sword, and climbs to Luoying Village.

Thinking of the innocent villagers, the villagers who died in vain, and the tragic situation of the destruction of his family, his eyes were cold, and he was alone with a sword, killing in from the entrance of the cottage. In an instant, the sword spirit soared to the sky, white, illuminating the top of the whole mountain.

Screams came one after another, cutting through the tranquility of the night sky. It was a bleeding night, and the whole village was shrouded in death.

Gu Tianshu killed ten times in one step. As soon as the angry sword came out, the mountains and rivers lost color, and the sun and moon were not bright. On the top of the mountain, there was only a vast sword spirit rolling, like a meteorite falling into pieces.

"Ah..."

Screams came one after another, and these desperate people were all cold-hearted. In this troubled world, there are still people who are more ruthless than them. With a cold sword, there must be several people killed, as cold as Shura.

"The power of power"

Finally, a head rushed out, and the scar on his face was eye-catching. He resisted Gu Tianshu's iron sword with a bloody crescent shovel. Suddenly, the sparks were everywhere, and the sword spirit was horizontal, bright and dazzling.

The leader of the mountain thief is a leader, beyond Gu Tianshu's expectations, and he is a master. The heavy crescent shovel in his hand dances, the mountain wind roars, the light is vast, and the murderous atmosphere permeates the world.

"Puff"

A sword light flew up, like a fairy flying outside the sky. The iron sword in Gu Tianshu's hand had the tendency to collapse the sky, cutting off the crescent moon shovel, splitting the head, and splashing blood on the stone cliff.

On this night, the bodies of Luoyingzhai were everywhere, scarlet all over the ground, and more than 200 outlaws were killed, and no one could escape.

In the morning, a line of red light appeared on the horizon, the sun broke free from the shackles and climbed up, and the fog wrapped around the mountains and forests.

The red sun is shining thin, and the dewdrops on the grass leaves and flowers are rolling, crystal clear and bright, colorful in the morning glow, which is very beautiful.

Gu Tianshu leaned on his sword to be independent, his feet were full of corpses, and his body was stained red by blood fog, killing all the thieves, but he did not have a trace of comfort.

Now, the world is in chaos, the beacon fire is in the sky, the divine dynasty will be rotten, the Great Qin Dynasty, the Great Han Dynasty and the Great Qi rise together, and the rotten court that wants to be named for survival is replaced by it.

Even the aliens in the northern grasslands were restless. They supported the horse thieves in the Central Plains, let them burn, kill and loot, and disrupted the world. They waited for the right time to rise south.

Da Guangming Temple is a holy place for practice. Gu Tianshu never thought that they would have an affair with the northern grassland.

"The Luoying Village is just one of them. There are other horse thieves, all of which are supported by Da Guangming Temple." Gu Tianshu looked into the distance.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for thousands of miles. After that, I brushed my clothes and hid my name.

No one knows that Luo Yingzhai was completely destroyed by one person and an iron sword overnight, which became a cloud of history and no longer exists, otherwise it would be enough to shake all directions.

Gu Tianshu left Taoyuan Village. Just like when he came, he only carried an iron sword and went on the road calmly.

The name of the divine dynasty has existed, the world has been in chaos, the rebels have arisen, the three forces of Qin, Han and Qi are full of strength, and the smoke and war are everywhere. Where will he go and what kind of road will he take?

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor. Gu Tianshu galloped on his horse. Half a month later, he arrived outside the Great Guangming Temple, the holy place of practice in the Central Plains. This is a thousand-year-old ancient temple. After the baptism of war and the change of dynasty, it has always stood still. All dynasties have been born, and it is a pure land of practice.

The sunset is falling, and the whole ancient temple is stained with a layer of golden brilliance, solemn and sacred, seemingly detached from the world and inviolable.

In addition to Gu Tianshu, there is also a Taoist with a clear face not far away. He stood in the sunset and silently looked at the Great Guangming Temple. After a long time, he sighed and said, "It was originally a peaceful land, a pure land outside the world, but he was involved in the disputes of the secular world."

"Why did the Taoist priest come?"

"Like you, kill the source of the disaster buried in the grassland." The old Taoist's tone is firm.

"How do you know the purpose of my trip?"

"The horse comes, the iron sword is ringing, the blood is surging, and if you want a thunder blow, you can sense it."

The plain words shocked Gu Tianshu's heart. Since the success of his practice, how many people in the world can see his depth? Old Taoist is awe-inspiring!

"Are you one of the four great masters in the world?"

The old Taoist priest did not deny it. In the face of the Great Guangming Temple in the sunset, he said some secrets that Gu Tianshu did not understand.

Moller, the national master of the northern grassland, is also one of the four masters in the world. He is ambitious and has always advocated that the iron horse go south and enter the Central Plains.

The Huiqing Zen master of Da Guangming Temple is his younger brother. Since he was a child, he was sent to Middle-earth, entered the holy place of Da Guangming Temple, and finally became the abbot of the temple.

Gu Tianshu suddenly realized that he saw the clue in a letter that Luo Yingzhai could be destroyed in the future, but it was impossible to understand such secrets. At this time, everything was clear.

"The poor road is about to feather away. I want to do my part before I die to help some elders of Daguang Temple get rid of Huiqing."

Some elders of the Great Guangming Temple have understood everything, but it is too difficult to get rid of the abbot Huiqing. He has practiced for many years, his achievements have been involved in creation, and there are still many party members, which are difficult to annihily annihily, so he invited one of the four

"Taoist priest..." Gu Tianshu was stunned. The lack of Taoist Taoism was going to be feathered, and it would definitely shake the world! The cultivation of the four masters is shocking to the present, the world is invincible, and each of them is a living legend.

"The little friend is full of iron bones, and his cultivation makes the old man amazing. It is expected that there will be a young invincible master in the world soon." The Taoist said so.

The red sun fell, the sky was completely darkened, the twilight drum sounded in the temple, and the whole ancient temple became more and more majestic, but it also added a dull atmosphere.

Tianque Taoist and Gu Tianshu crossed in the air and landed in the Great Guangming Temple, which immediately attracted a burst of shouts. As a holy place for practice in the Central Plains, how many people dared to break through since ancient times? Nowadays, only the four supreme masters in the world dare to come to the door like this, as if they were in no man's land.

"Who are you? Why did you break into my Great Guangming Temple?" A monk asked.

"There is a shortage of poverty. Please see Huiqing Zen Master, the abbot of your temple." The old man said calmly.

Tianque Taoist is a figure like a land fairy. He looked down on the world and rarely resisted. Many monks who were shocked changed color and quickly reported.

In a long time, an old monk greeted him, kind-looking, compassionate, and had a breath beyond the world. He was the abbot of the Great Guangming Temple, Huiqing Zen Master.

"Amitabha."

"Should I call you Huiqing Zen Master, or become the name of your grassland, Zamo?" The lack of Taoist people is very direct and straightforward.

"What are you talking about? The poor monk can't understand." Zen Master Huiqing is very calm.

"This is your letter to Moller, and I stopped him halfway." The Taoist took out a letter.

Zen Master Huiqing exuded Buddha's light all over his body, and the treasure was solemn. He shouted, "The lack of Taoist people in heaven are jealous of my Buddha's prosperity. If you want to add it, there is no excuse for the crime. Please protect the temple and fight with Taoism."

He took the lead and pushed all this into the battle of Buddhism and Taoism, so that the masters in the temple could do everything and wanted to kill the Taoist.

"Huiqing, you are schemeful, disturbing my pure land, disturbing the peace of my temple, and I can't allow you to continue to hide your misfortune." In the back, an old monk stepped out and roared like a lion.

Huiqing was very decisive. Hearing this, he turned around and left. His body was bright and he rushed to the sky. He wanted to cross to the distance. He knew that it had been exposed, but he was the only one who had left.

The big sleeves of the Taoist are fluttering, walking in the void like climbing the sky ladder, blocking the front. The two fought together, and the strong wind rumbled like thunder.

Suddenly, Huiqing punched forward. In an instant, the Buddha's light flooded the whole temple, and a huge Buddha's shadow appeared and was brilliant.

This is the magic of the Great Light Temple - Amitabha Seal, which has the power of the ten elephants of the nine dragons. It is powerful and can turn the mountains into powder.

In the bright Buddha's light, the great Buddha suppressed forward, making the void tremble, accompanied by the sound of Zen singing, such as three thousand Buddhas chanting.

The lack of Taoist does not touch a trace of smoke and fire. Taoism is natural, no light blooms, and no divine sound comes out, which is integrated with the heaven and earth. The palm of the finger draws a mysterious track, and the Buddha's light is extinguished after nine strikes.

"P"

Huiqing opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. Although he was successful, he had no chance of winning against the invincible master who was as famous as his brother.

At the same time, the war in the temple also began. The people of Da Guangming Temple fought with Huiqing's party members for life and death. The sword light rushed to the sky and the light flew.

"Even if you are a supreme master, if you want to force me, I will pay a heavy price!" Huiqing tore his face and looked gloomy.

"If you have anything, just do it, and the old way will follow." The sky lacks Taoist people to be calm and calm.

"Buzz"

The sky is full of light, and a bowl hanging in the air quickly enlarges, pressing down like a mountain, and the golden Buddha spirit boils like the sea.

"Taoist priest, be careful. This is the most precious treasure of Daguang Temple. After chanting and blessing on behalf of the abbot, it has an immortal Buddha nature." An old monk in the ancient temple reminded.

The Taoist nodded, the snake and the crane beat, the tiger jumped on the antelope, floated out of the dust, with a kind of nature, fought against the bowl, and reduced the Buddha's light on it.

"Exebe, abbot, let's go!"

At this moment, a total of 18 monks rushed up, each of whom, like a golden arhat, bloomed with golden light and besieged the Taoist who lacked the sky.

This is the array of eighteen arhats, which is performed by 18 top masters, which can fight against the supreme master. In addition, the Buddha's treasure bowl suppressed from the sky is boundless!

The people of Da Guangming Temple changed color. They didn't expect that there were so many strong people in Huiqing's lineage and terrible. Do they really want him to escape?

The Taoist was entangled, alone against the eighteen golden arhats, and also to compete with the Zhenjiao treasure of the Great Guangming Temple, which was under great pressure.

"The power of power"

Suddenly, Gu Tianshu took action, and the iron sword crossed the sky, shining a cold light, like a galaxy falling from the sky. He climbed to the sky and caught up with Zen Master Huiqing.

The sword is full of illusions, like the nine-day Milky Way hanging down, gorgeous and dazzling, overwhelming, white.

Gu Tianshu fought with Huiqing. The murderous spirit rushed to the sky, and the sword light lit up the night sky, making the sound of dragons and phoenixes. There were also thousands of auspicious air and thousands of Buddha lights constantly disillusioned.

The two fought between life and death, and finally a divine light fell from the sky. With a "p-p" sound, it was like a fairy sword born, piercing the cover of Huiqing's spirit and killing it.

Gu Tianshu pulled out the iron sword, and the dead body fell into the air. Others merged with the sword and turned into a dazzling divine light. With a "Zheng" cut on the blazing bowl of light, sparks splashed everywhere and split it.

The pressure of the lack of Taoist people suddenly decreased, the big sleeves waved, the snakes and cranes hit, and the apes jumped the dragon, which hit all the 18 top masters hard and fell into the temple.

Huiqing's corpse, 18 golden arhats were defeated, the overall situation was settled, the rest of the battle was soon over, and the Great Guangming Temple experienced a great purge.

"Little friends are really geniuses. They are close to the field of masters at this age, which is rare in ancient and modern times." The Taoist sighed.

"Senior, take care!" Gu Tianshu traveled far away. He knew that this might be the last time he saw the old Taoist priest. A generation of strange people would be exhausted, and he would soon be in the world.

Sure enough, the middle of the first half of the month was shaken, and the supreme master died long, ending his brilliant and brilliant life.

All directions are moving, and many people cry sadly. As the supreme master in the world, the old Taoist priest shocked the world and killed evils. He once beheaded the lord of the grassland in the army 40 years ago. The frightened iron horse stopped and did not dare to go south, which was admired by the world.

"Good go, senior!" After hearing the news, Gu Tianshu sighed and poured a glass of wine on the ground.

The four supreme masters went to one, but now there are only three people left, namely, Moller, the national master of the northern grassland, Gai Jiuyou, the owner of the psychedelic sea, and Qi Cang, the master of the Burning Valley.

A strange man and a lack of Taoist man passed away, attracting the attention of the whole world. Now who can take his place and become the fourth supreme master?

After Gu Tianshu came back to the world, he walked with a sword. It has been several months. All the way, the beacon smoke is everywhere, many people are displaced, and there are often starving bones on the roadside.

The war swept the earth, and the old dynasty existed and died. The Qin Dynasty, the Han Dynasty and the Qi Dynasty stood on three legs. On the battlefield, the swords and shadows and shadows, the bloodshed into rivers, and the bones became mountains.

The mountains and rivers have been broken, and the suffering is the people in the end. Gu Tianshu thought all the way. He wanted to change the status quo and return peace to the world, but he felt that no matter how strong he was, it was difficult to dominate the world.

Luoyang City is majestic and magnificent, overlooking the city wall like an endless steel wall, indestructible.

It has fallen into the hands of the Great Qin Dynasty. Although it has been baptized by war, it has always stood still and is the immortal city of the Central Plains.

The city is full of traffic, the flow is endless, and the sound of buying and selling is endless. After the war, people are frightened, and the prosperity has decreased. It is not as good as before, but it is far better than other cities.

Gu Tianshu lived in seclusion in Taoyuan Village for two years, and now he is revisiting his hometown with a lot of feelings. I don't know where his former friends are now?

"General Pan Mingyuan was assassinated."

There was a chaos in Luoyang City, people shouted horses, many elite soldiers flashed with armor, blocked various traffic lanes, and the streets were in chaos.

Gu Tianshu was shocked. He grabbed a man hard and asked, "Which Pan Mingyuan?"

The passer-by was scared and trembling, trembling and told the origin of the general, which made Gu Tianshu not say for a long time, but he was really his old friend.

He shared life and death with Pan Mingyuan, Xu Changqing, Yang Zhiyi and others. Two years ago, when he fought for Zifa Dao Zun, several people galloped thousands of miles overnight and rushed to rescue them from all over the world. They all vomited blood and almost died of exhaustion.

In the final battle, Gu Tianshu killed Zifa Daozun with his own strength, but his vitality was also greatly damaged, so he practiced in Taoyuan Village for two years.

"Pan Mingyuan is dead..." He lost his mind for a while, and then turned into a streamer and rushed to the general's mansion in the distance.

"Don't let the assassin escape!" A group of soldiers chased, and some strong men were shining in the sky and chasing a man in blue.

Gu Tianshu snorted coldly, climbed to the sky in one step, his black hair flew, his face was cold, and the iron sword behind him sang, blocking the front like a killing god.

The man in blue seemed to be surprised and shouted, "Tianshu!"

"Brother Changqing is you!" Gu Tianshu was stunned. Why was it like this? Why did his old friends kill each other?

"Let's go and talk outside the city." Xu Changqing went away like a meteor, and he couldn't catch up with the soldiers behind him.

Gu Tianshu's heart was heavy. He followed him out of the city and chased him all the way. When he went dozens of miles away, the two stopped at the same time.

"Are you really killed it?"

"It's me, it's me who killed the Pan Mingyuan brothers who lived and died together in the past." Tears rolled down Xu Changqing's eyes.

"Why?"

"Because he is crazy, he wants to lead the northern grassland to the south to help Qin calm down the world. This is completely leading the wolf into the house and destroying my Central Plains!" Xu Changqing cried loudly. He and Pan Mingyuan were brothers of life and death. They shared adversity and deep feelings, but they killed him with their own hands, and blood and tears rolled down.

Pan Mingyuan is a very courageous person. Seeing that the world is divided, he wants to calm down as soon as possible, return the people to peace and happiness, take risks, and borrow the power of the northern grassland iron horse.

"He said that he had put on a deadly plan and used the grassland iron horse to kill them all in the Central Plains, which not only unified the world, but also killed the great danger in the north. However, he was betting on the whole world. The iron horse went south. Who could guarantee that everything was controllable? We persuaded him in every way. He didn't listen at all and wanted to write to the Lord Qin to borrow troops from the grassland.

......

In the past, when Gu Tianshu was fighting for Zifa Daozun, Pan Mingyuan was the first to arrive. He was so tired that he almost died on the spot.

Now, we can't see each other again. He died at the hands of his old man. Gu Tianshu sighed for a long time. It was all a disaster of chaos in the world.

"After killing Pan Mingyuan, I don't want to be alone, but I can't die like this. I'm going to the battlefield. If there is still an iron horse going south, I will splash the border with my blood." Xu Changqing said resolutely.

"Changqing, don't do stupid things!" Gu Tianshu shouted.

Hunting in blue, Xu Changqing went away and disappeared at the end of the sky.

Gu Tianshu sighed and learned that Pan Mingyuan had died. He was a little discouraged. He built a grass hall on a barren mountain and began to live in seclusion again.

He practiced his qi, recited Huang Ting silently, practiced wholeheartedly, and two years passed in a flash.

He has two aspirations in his life. One is to want to be peaceful in the world, and the other is to prove it.

The world is in chaos, the heroes are fighting for the deer, and the beacon fire is continuous. It is for the general trend. If you throw yourself into it, you don't know when you can get out.

The road of practice has been lonely since ancient times, and the supreme master has not taken the last step. There will always be a day when he dies. He practices qi and cultivates his body. He hopes that one day he can peep into the mystery of life and death and take the step that his predecessors can't get out of.

Two years have passed in a flash. This day's shout broke the tranquility of the barren mountain, and a man with his head ran to the mountain.

"Tianshu, you really live in seclusion here..." This is a bearded man, covered in blood, as if he had just come back from the battlefield, and there were a lot of scars on his body.

"Zhiyi!" Gu Tianshu walked out of the grass hall and showed a look of surprise. Pan Mingyuan, Xu Changqing, Yang Zhiyi and Zhao Kun were old friends who could change their lives in the past.

"The grassland iron horse went south and entered the battlefields of Qin, Han and Qi. Changqing... died in the battle!" Tears rolled out of Yang Zhiyi's eyes.

Although Pan Mingyuan died, two years after the Great Qin Dynasty, he finally led the grassland to go south and entered the battlefield at the junction of the Three Kingdoms. The blood stained the earth and the spirit of killing was soaring.

"Tianshu, can you reach the realm of a master? The grassland master Moller came, leading countless masters, and no one was invincible. He specialized in killing the general, and Changqing died in the hands of his eldest disciple. Yang Zhiyi said.

"I'll go with you to the three-way battlefield!" Gu Tianshu went down the mountain with an iron sword on his back.

The three-way battlefield is a blood-stained magic land. I don't know how many people have died. Even the land has turned into blood, and every night, the ghost fire is quiet.

If it is a rainy day, it can be seen that it is not rain flowing on the ground, but the scarlet blood, which is surrounded by yin gas, covering the magic clouds all year round, which is intating.

The Great Qin Dynasty led the grassland iron horse to the south, shocking the world. The grassland master Moller was invincible, and he killed countless masters in the Central Plains.

In the same four masters, the owner of the psychedelic sea, Gai Jiuyou, wanted to take action, but he was blocked by Qi Cang, the owner of the Burning Valley, and could not enter the three-way battlefield.

The iron horse invaded the south, no one could stop Moller, and the masters in the world changed color.

On this moon night, there was a roar: "I'm coming to kill Moller!"

The divine moon is in the sky, bright and bright, and the moonlight is all over the battlefield, but it is difficult to dissipate the yin of death.

"The lack of Taoism in heaven has passed away, and Qi Cang has not come out. Gai Jiuyou is old. Who else can compete with me? The Northern Grassland Master is a tall and majestic old man, like an old lion, with a beard on his face and a divine glory on his body.

In half a month, the news has spread all over the world. There are strange people who will be born to fight against the supreme master of the grassland. I don't know how many masters have paid attention to the three-way battlefield.

Under the night moon, the shadows flash. In addition to the army, there are many monks, all in the distance.

"It's me, Gu Tianshu!" Under the night moon, a man stepped on the void, like the moonlight of water, reflecting him like a fairy.

"Young people don't know how to cherish life." Moller also ascended to the sky, and the golden god bloomed all over, making the tall and powerful old man look like a god of war.

"Moller, if you lead the iron horse away, I will turn around and leave. Otherwise, I will take your head today and kill you into the grassland with a sword!" Gu Tianshu's words were sonorous, like the sound of a sword.

"Boom"

An earth-shaking war broke out!

The sword spirit is vertical and horizontal, illuminating the whole battlefield, a vast expanse of white, and the air rushes to the bullfight!

Moller is quivering, open and close, with two fists waving, thunderous arrays, lightning and thunder, making a sound like a tsunami.

Gu Tianshu's left fist and right sword, the air through the long rainbow, each blow made the sky shake, and all kinds of lights flashed between the two, as if to tear the void.

Is this still manpower? Everyone can't help asking, the performance of the two is almost divine!

"Boom!"

In the end, Gu Tianshu split out with a sword, hooked a cloud covering the air, dropped thousands of thunder and lightning, and hit Moller, shocking the three-way battlefield.

"A miracle, this is a miracle!"

People can't help exclaiming, and their skills are almost beyond ordinary people's understanding.

"Bun"

Moeller was hit by thousands of thunder and lightning, but it did not turn into flying ash. He opened his mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his whole body was golden and drowned out the electric light.

"Boom"

At this moment, his hand also emitted a dazzling glory, like a sun blooming. Moller shouted, "Such a young supreme master is rare in ancient times. Let me send you on the road with the precious god of war on the grassland!"

There is a halberd in his hand, which is as heavy as a mountain, as if to collapse the void. The halberd is black, and the blade of the halberd is bright, with bursts of blood. At first glance, it is a terrible weapon that has drunk the blood of endless creatures.

"chi"

Like life, the God of War trembled in its hands, hit the sky, shot a terrible blood light, and suddenly shattered the clouds in the sky.

After that, Moller chopped down with the God of War halberd in both hands and cut to Gu Tianshu, shocking the nine heavens and ten earths!

Everyone was shocked. This was indeed a weapon belonging to the gods. The halberd pole remained unchanged, and it was still so thick as before, in Moller's hand. However, the halberd blade in front of him shone brightly and turned into a mountain height and was killed.

How can the power of mortals be blocked? It was a snow-bright blade higher than the mountain, swallowing terrible blood, which was frightening!

"The power of power"

Gu Tianshu blocked the cross sword and cut the god of war halberd with the iron sword in his hand.

The dazzling light burst out, as if ten rounds of the sun were shattered, so that everyone could not open their eyes.

"Chill"

In the end, the iron sword collapsed, the god of war halberd was intact, pressed down, rumbled, and the electric god thundered, shocking the world.

"If you lose the iron sword, what else do you fight with me?" Moller's voice was cold and ruthless, and he stood in the void and shouted.

"As long as I'm still here, even if you hold the weapon of the gods, it's useless." The ancient sky stepped on the moon, and the Taoism was natural, combined with heaven and earth, and integrated into one.

"Kill!" Moller shouted and fell down again with the God of War halberd in his hand, cracking the sky, and the brilliance drowned the world.

Gu Tianshu avoided this fierce blow, and then stepped on the halberd blade as big as a mountain, fell on the halberd pole, turning into a holy light like a god to kill Moller.

"Puff"

A blood light appeared. Gu Tianshu used his hand instead of a sword and scratched on Moller's neck. A blood-stained head flew out with a look of unwillingness and disbelief. The headless body sprayed blood and fell into the three-way battlefield.

Under the bright moon night, the ancient sky and the people were united, holding the halberd of the god of war.

In the distant northern grassland, in an ancient temple, there is a light that cuts through the ancient and modern future. A huge shadow of a god stepped on the nine worlds, and his eyes were cold, looking at the Central Plains.

At the same time, there were also several immortal divine lights in the Central Plains rushing to the sky, like several gods awakening and looking at the three-way battlefield through the void.

Gu Tianshu coincided with the road of heaven and earth, and felt the immortal brilliance. He took a step forward, as if to break the void and said, "Do you really exist and want to intervene in the war of the human race?"

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