Chapter 865 Cao Changqing fell into Tai’an, and King Chu passed away.
When the flying sword was overwhelmed and broke, Chai Qingshan swallowed the blood that surged into his throat, took a step forward, put his fingers together and pointed forward, and shouted “borrowing the sword”. The long sword on the girl’s single bait clothes was immediately unsheathed and traveled far away, like a young dragon coming out of water, and a blue energy as thick as a well was knocked straight away.
Although the Liyang River and Lake today have not reached the point where the incense has withered, anyone with discerning eyes can see a situation that has declined from prosperity. It is rumored that Huang Sanjia did things against the enemy and poured the remaining fortunes of the Eight Kingdoms in the Spring and Autumn Period into the pond of the Jianghu Lake. Therefore, in the past twenty years, the water has been full. The martial arts forest in Liyang seems to be full of grass and trees, but in fact, a single tree that stands out is broken, and there are not many left. Cooking oil in a fire will not last long.
This city that is the best in the world, Gu Jiantang and Xie Guanying are no longer in the city, while Yang Taisui, Han Shengxuan, Liu Haoshi and Qi Jiajie died one after another. The Qi Refining Men of the Imperial Heaven Supervision were all killed and injured, and the two large formations, as the eyes of the formation, were destroyed in the hands of Xu Fengnian.
So Chai Qingshan had to stand up.
The old man is a sect, a disciple, and his own swordsmanship.
When the girl’s long sword in the sheath rushed towards her like a dragon, Cao Changqing remained indifferent, smiled calmly, picked up a child with his right hand, stroked the sleeve with his left hand, as if whispering to someone: “There were people in my Great Chu who used more troops and better soldiers, and their momentum was like a storm. There were 72 major and big battles, and they had no defeat. I was fascinated.”
Make a gentle move.
The flying sword with a rainbow fell into the ground three meters away, like a huge rock hitting the ground, and dust flew.
Cao Changqing did not look at the long sword, but only watched a black piece jump out of the chess box and landed on the chess board along the chess piece’s sight. At the same time, he reached out to pick up a round and slightly cool white piece, and smiled and said, “There are poems and essays in my great Chu like bows of hundreds of stones, crossbows of thousands of pounds, and like a full moon hanging above the heads of the people, so that the younger generation would only be allowed to kowtow and not speak. It was really magnificent.”
As soon as one fell, the inscriptions at the gate of the Chinese Zijian in Tai’an City collapsed inch by inch.
“If someone is possessed by my great Chu, if there is a god, tapping the chess piece on his wrist will be like a fierce general fighting, with awesome spirit.”
As soon as a piece fell, Cao Changqing slightly straightened the slightly deviated rooted white chess. At the same time, all the crossbow arrows shot at him “the person opposite” were blown away by a strong wind and quickly slid out of the original trajectory.
“The people of my great Chu have a brilliant galaxy. There have been fables from various philosophers, monks preaching, and real people preaching. Why should we envy the heavens in the world?”
On the chessboard, black and white chess pieces are flying.
Wu Jian, the ancestor of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, finally took action. This swordsman leader, who is the world’s swordsman, did not snatch down from the top of the city.
From the outer city to the imperial city, the city gates opened at the same time, and then there was a subtle but extremely long sword energy, from north to south.Go south all the way.
This wisp of sword energy has the heroic momentum of thousands of cavalry crashing out.
Chai Qingshan did not turn his head after he came out of the sword, and Wu still did not turn his head after he came out of the sword.
Cao Changqing whispered: “In the spring and autumn, the wind and rain are swaying, some people hugged their heads and cried, some people hid under the eaves, and some people borrowed umbrellas and straw raincoats. Only my Great Chu would never hide from the rain. She would rather sing to death in the rain than live under someone else’s roof.”
The sword energy was slightly frozen three meters away from Cao Changqing, and then suddenly exerted force and crashed into two and a half meters away.
The spirits continued to spread, and the sword energy did not slowly dissipate until two meters away.
When the second sword energy left the city, a beam of light happened to hit the head of the old man at the gate of the imperial city.
The old owner of Wu Family Sword Tomb raised his hand and waved his sleeve to slap it, his face was a little pale, and the ground where he stood was even sunken. The old man with his back facing the gate of the imperial city slowly walked out of the pit and stepped out with one foot.
From in front of you to the straight line of the imperial road outside the south city of Tai’an City, the cracks appeared on the ground were like long swords.
This sword is only more than an inch wide, but it is several miles long.
In an instant, the sword energy was about to leave the city.
Cao Changqing happened to be at the closest to the chessboard in front of him.
At the beginning of the imperial road inside the city gate, a pillar of light fell, like a long sword slashing a long snake.
Wu Jian, who had originally followed the sword energy to leave the city, stood at the gate of the city, without a sword in his hand, but he made a sword-drawing gesture and shouted, “Cao Changqing! It’s hard to come by, but it’s the shore!”
Cao Changqing picked up a piece, and this time, the chess piece on his fingers shattered.
A snow-white sword light appeared out of thin air from the sky on his side.
Then there was a huge collision sound, like a loud morning bell and evening drum sounding in my ears.
Everyone under the city top stared at the same time, only to see where the blue shirt was sitting, dust was everywhere, and it was impossible to see the figure of the man clearly.
When the dust settled, everyone was worried at the same time.
Not only did Cao Changqing not die under that sword, he continued to move.
Where he is, the soil on the ground has been cut a few feet away, so Cao Changqing just sat in the air.
The black and white chess pieces scattered on the chessboard were even more motionless.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar with frosty hair finally raised his head, not looking at the head of the Jianzhong family in the city gate in the north, but turned to look south, and said softly: “You have lived and died in such a great Chu, and I am here too, and I have been there all the time.”
At this moment, almost everyone’s heart trembled.
A woman in purple stood up from a tall building in Tai’an City.
She landed gently on the imperial road.
She leaned forward slightly and began to look out of the cityrun.
The spirit and spirit are all at the peak of the world, and even the ancestors of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, who were standing at the end of the imperial road, had to avoid her sharp edge and let her knock out of the city.
Cao Changqing made a move this time extremely slowly.
The purple clothes and purple air rushed to Cao Changqing one foot away.
Huishan heavy snow plate, Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
The purple-clothed burst into one foot, and then stopped instantly. The woman’s five fingers were like hooks, only two or three feet above Cao Changqing’s head.
Cao Changqing, who was indifferent to this, leaned forward and held his sleeves with one hand to avoid chaotic chess game. When the chess piece fell, the sound was particularly crisp.
As the sound of the stuttering sounded softly on the chessboard, her whole body was knocked out, and her body rolled in the air.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s back was pressed against the head of the city, his eyes were cold, his elbows were bent against the city wall, his knees were covered in blood, and scarlet blood was seeping out of the corners of his mouth.
The Confucian scholar in blue-shirt, who had already happened white, sat quietly in the spot, biting his lips and shaking his head.
Cao Changqing, the great scholar of Chu, finally said a word, a word he had never said for twenty years.