It was the first day of the battle of Verdant Canyon.
The weather was clear.
It was time for a funeral, but not for anything else.
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Compared to the screams and cries that rang out from time to time in the wilderness, the exit of Verdant Canyon was very quiet. The zither strings trembled and the flute sounded, but no sound was heard.
At this moment, a whimper suddenly sounded under the silent canopy.
It was the sound of the flute.
Fourth Brother suddenly looked up at Ximen Buhuo. He looked at his pale face and the beads of sweat on his forehead. His right hand that was holding the wooden brush trembled and his expression grew solemn.
There was a clang.
The sound of the zither sounded again.
Seventh Sister looked up. Her fingers that were holding the embroidery needle began to tremble. She looked at Beigong Weiyang and the blood-stained zither strings in front of him with a worried look on her face.
Gradually, the sounds of the zither and the flute sounded again.
This meant that Beigong and Ximen were truly tired. They could no longer perform like before, full of energy and energy to play the music from beginning to end. Their control could no longer be precise, and the more this was the case, the more Psyche Power and spirit they had to expend to deal with the charging warhorses.
The people under the canopy all looked up at Beigong and Ximen, who were playing the zither and the flute. Their faces were full of worry.
Second Brother, who was standing in the wilderness outside the canopy, did not look back. His right hand reached for the hilt of his iron sword.
Beigong and Ximen did not know that their fellow disciples were looking at them. Their spirit and attention, and even their souls, were focused on the zither and the flute.
They were the first to realize the problem.
They did not want to withdraw from this battle.
The disciples of the Academy under the canopy all knew that the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army did not care about the heavy casualties and continued to launch suicidal attacks in order to wear them down. More precisely, they wanted to wear down Second Brother.
Because the defense of the Verdant Canyon depended on Second Brother.
Therefore, what the Younger Brothers and Sisters had to do was to try their best to help Senior Brother hold on for a while longer, so that he could rest for a while and deal with the real attack that was coming soon.
Beigong and Ximen were indeed tired. Their bodies were tired, and so were their fingers. The blood that flowed from their fingers stained the zither and the flute. Even the sounds of the zither and the flute began to become hoarse.
But their hearts were not tired.
At least at this moment, their hearts were firm and strong enough.
Beigong Weiyang's fingers suddenly stopped.
He raised his head and looked at the endless cavalrymen of the Allied Army charging over from the plains. He smiled.
Then, with a clear whistle, he flicked his wrist.
His bleeding fingers stroked the strings of the zither from back to front, his movements extremely elegant.
The clear sound of a zither rang out like spring water.
When Ximen Buhuo heard the real sound of the zither, a resolute smile appeared on his face. The flute suddenly burst forth with a real and bright sound, like that of a shepherd boy blowing leaves!
At this moment, the zither and flute were no longer playing soundless music, but real music.
The spring water gurgled, gradually turning into a golden strike!
The shepherd boy blew the leaves, which gradually turned into a mournful wail!
The sound of the zither and flute carried an indomitable and heroic aura, spreading to the wilderness.
It was a golden dagger-axe, an iron horse!
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The violent sound of the zither and flute caused the charging warhorses to go berserk. For the cavalrymen of the Divine Hall and South Jin Kingdom who were riding on the warhorses, the music was like countless sharp knives, directly stabbing into their brains!
Several cavalrymen at the forefront cried out in pain and fell off their horses. Their feet were dragged by the stirrups, and their bodies were dragged forward in the wilderness. After a while, they were covered in blood, and many bones were broken.
Their hands were clearly empty, but they didn't untie their feet. They just tightly covered their ears. To them, the pain brought by the sound of the zither and flute was countless times greater than the pain of broken bones and torn flesh being dragged forward by the warhorses!
When more cavalrymen heard the sound of the zither and flute, their faces suddenly turned pale. They instinctively threw away all the weapons that should not have left their hands, and then covered their ears tightly.
Even so, they still could not stop the sound of the zither and flute. It was like the whisper of Yama, drilling into their ears and deep into their minds, cutting their consciousness into countless painful pieces.
Howls, screams, and cries of pain rang out continuously in the wilderness. The originally disciplined cavalrymen all became crazy at this moment. They covered their ears, their faces twisted in pain.
Under such circumstances, the cavalrymen naturally could not lead the charge. The warhorses, who had lost their commanders, stopped jumping uneasily and paced back and forth in the wilderness, looking especially terrified and lost.
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The zither and flute were silent earlier because it was used against the horses.
At this moment, Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Buhuo were finally angry. The sound of the zither and flute gradually appeared and began to be used against the people.
The moment the sound of the zither and flute sounded, the expressions of the Academy disciples under the canopy suddenly changed.
This was because they knew very well what kind of price Beigong and Ximen Buhuo had to pay for this kind of music.
Fourth Brother reached out and wanted to stop Beigong from playing the zither, but seeing his waving wet black hair and his crazy and carefree expression, he could not bear to stop him.
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Outside the Verdant Canyon, there was a semicircle of a thousand feet.
Second Brother stood inside.
Outside the semicircle, countless cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army were lying on the ground. It was like the famous breakwater by the Storm Sea of the Kingdom of Song, but this black breakwater was filled with screams and cries of pain.
Countless warhorses fell to the ground and died. Countless cavalrymen were crushed to death by the heavy warhorses. Countless horses and cavalrymen were still alive, but their flesh was broken and they were better off dead than alive.
One could vaguely see cotton balls stuffed in the ears of some of the horses and cavalrymen. But it was obvious that these cotton balls did not have the desired effect. They were stained with red blood, probably because their eardrums had been shattered.
This was an extremely tragic scene.
Over the past countless years, there had been countless tragic wars in this world, but rarely had such a scene appeared. And all of this was because of a zither and a flute.
Even the Academy disciples under the canopy could not bear to see this scene.
Second Brother, who was standing at the forefront and closest to the corpses of the cavalrymen, had no expression on his face. His expression was still calm, and his eyebrows were still straight.
The West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army's cavalry was still trying to charge towards the Verdant Canyon. However, the terrain was filled with the corpses of their comrades and warhorses, and it was difficult to find a gap.
At this moment, a muffled sound came from the pile of corpses.
A burly general from the South Jin Kingdom shouted and pushed away the corpses on him. He held an iron spear with both hands and rushed towards Second Brother.
Behind him, there were still a few powerhouses who were not knocked down by the sound of the zither and flute. When they heard the shout, they stepped on their saddles and flew into the air, attacking Second Brother like flying stones.
The general from the South Jin Kingdom was the most powerful and arrived the fastest. The iron spear in his hand stabbed out violently, forming a straight line in the air and forcing all the air out. The tip of the spear exploded with a thunderous sound!
Second Brother reached out expressionlessly and held the hilt of the iron sword.
Then he smashed it down on the general from the South Jin Kingdom.
It was not a chop, a hack, a cut, or a slice.
It was a smash.
The iron sword was square and wide, looking like a very thick piece of iron. When Second Brother held it in his hand and smashed it forward, a strong wind blew and the gravel on the ground rolled away in fear.
The iron sword smashed onto the tip of the iron spear.
The tip of the iron spear was smashed flat.
The iron sword continued to smash down.
The body of the iron spear was smashed and bent.
The iron sword did not stop smashing down, as if it would never stop.
The iron sword smashed onto the body of the general from the South Jin Kingdom.
The armor on the general from the South Jin Kingdom was instantly shattered into countless pieces.
Second Senior Brother ignored him and looked up at the Martial Arts experts who were flying through the air.
He shook his right arm and swung the iron sword from left to right.
This time, it was not a smash, but a slap.
A slap like a fly.
Those martial arts experts who were like flying stones were turned into real stones when they came into contact with the sword wind of the iron sword. They flew far into the wilderness and landed heavily on the ground.
After a while.
The few powerhouses stood up with their swords as support.
The general from the South Jin Kingdom held the bent iron spear in his hand again.
Second Brother looked at him expressionlessly.
The eyes of the general from the South Jin Kingdom revealed a look of despair and disbelief.
With a puff, he spat out all the blood in his chest and abdomen.
Then, he collapsed like a water bag that had been emptied.
He fell to the ground, paralyzed.
All the bones in the general's body were smashed by the iron sword.
The few powerhouses in the distance also fell one after another. They were also broken.
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Second Brother was covered in blood.
It was all the enemy's blood.
The blood dripped down along the edge of the armor and gradually converged into a stream of blood. It flowed to the five swords that were stuck in the field and then slowly seeped down along the place where the swords pierced.
The swords were his trophies.
The blood was also his trophies.
He did not know how many swords he would plant in front of him in this battle of Verdant Canyon and how many enemies' blood he would use to water them.
He did not care about the blood on his body and only looked at the field in front of him quietly.
Because the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army was still attacking.
This was really a boring battle.
Killing, and then still killing.
The hoofbeats of the warhorses were monotonous. The screams of the coalition cavalry were monotonous. The no longer beautiful flute and zither were monotonous too. The so-called monotonous was repetition.
The sun in the sky gradually moved to the west and gradually turned red.
The light that shone on the field also became much redder and warmer. On the field outside the Verdant Canyon, there were countless corpses. The screams of the corpses gradually subsided and the surroundings were deathly silent.
The field in the dusk seemed to be smeared with blood.
In fact, it was smeared with blood too.
From noon to dusk, the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army had filled in at least a thousand cavalrymen.
The zither and flute never stopped playing.
Because Beigong and Ximen knew very well that as long as the zither and flute did not stop, Second Brother could not move.
Second Brother indeed did not move.
He did not move.
He still stood where he was.
He did not take a step back.
Because behind him was the Verdant Canyon.
Behind the Verdant Canyon was the Tang Empire.
Suddenly, the sound of gongs rang in the south of the field.
The West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army finally called the cavalry to stop charging.
It was not that they could not bear the loss.
It was that the soldiers of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army felt very tired.
The disciples of the Academy were very tired. They were very tired.
The Divine Hall Coalition Army was very tired, in their hearts.
This kind of tiredness was called fear.
But there were also people who never knew what fear was.
Ning Que had always thought that she was very suitable to study in the Academy.
A blood-red figure appeared in the field in the dusk.
Ye Hongyu's voice rang in the field.
"Jun Mo, fight with me."
Second Brother looked at the blood-red robe in the south that seemed to be burning in the dusk.
"You are no match for me."
After saying this, he carried his iron sword and walked to the exit of the Verdant Canyon.
At the exit of the Verdant Canyon, there were broken arrows on the roof like grass.
Under the roof, water was boiling in a pot on the stove.
The water was about to boil.
It was time for dinner.
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