The sound of footsteps came from behind Jun Mo.
Except for the Fourth Brother who was holding the River and Mountain Sandbox, the rest of the people from the Academy all rushed out from under the iron shelter.
The Sixth Brother held the iron hammer and stared at Liu Bai, who was more than 30 meters away, vigilantly.
Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Buhuo held the zither and the flute and stood on both sides of Jun Mo.
They all knew that even though Liu Bai was seriously injured, as long as he waved his sword, they would still die behind the iron shelter. But they still rushed over.
Because the Second Brother needed them at this time.
Wang Chi held the medicine box and was preparing with a pale face.
Mu You held the needle and was ready to stop the bleeding for Jun Mo, but her hands were trembling. Looking at his broken shoulder, she felt as if her arm had been cut off, which was very painful.
Jun Mo looked at the teardrop on her eyelashes and stretched out his left hand to brush over the wound.
As his fingers brushed the teardrop, several strands of pure Qi of Heaven and Earth, like the most wonderful doctor's hands, covered his broken shoulder with an invisible net, and the blood stopped instantly.
Wang Chi was slightly relieved. He poured medicine on his wound and was ready to bandage it.
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Liu Bai looked at the scene more than 30 meters away and did nothing.
Suddenly, he had a deeper understanding of the reason why the Academy was so powerful.
He said, "I have a few questions."
Jun Mo asked the Sixth Brother to step aside and looked at him not far away. "Go ahead."
Liu Bai asked, "I gave you a chance at the beginning. Why didn't you retreat?"
Jun Mo said, "When you challenged the Sword God of South Sea, it was obvious that you were no match for him. Why didn't you retreat at that time?"
Liu Bai was silent for a moment and said, "That makes sense."
Jun Mo said, "That's why I didn't retreat."
Liu Bai sighed and said, "You paid such a heavy price, but you still didn't kill me. Now that I think about it, I can't help but feel sorry for you."
Jun Mo said, "It's worth it to lose an arm for you to be seriously injured and unable to fight again."
Liu Bai said, "No matter how serious a sword wound is, it can be healed, but a severed arm cannot be regrown. Right now I can't fight, but it's only a temporary thing. You can't hold the sword in your right hand, but it's a permanent thing."
"Exchanging a lifetime's worth of experience for a moment's worth of experience, I have indeed lost. But in this battle of the Verdant Canyon, I have won. Even if I am half-dead, I can still defend the Verdant Canyon, but you must leave."
Jun Mo looked at him and said, "Because you are too powerful, you want to do a lot of things. You value life very much. You are seriously injured and have to go back to the Sword Tower to recuperate."
Liu Bai looked at him quietly and suddenly smiled. He did not expect that at the moment when both sides were injured, the other party could actually see what he was searching for. He said, "You should also value it."
Jun Mo asked, "Why should I value him?"
Liu Bai said, "The thousand years of the Tang Empire cannot compare to a moment on the path of cultivation. In that case, apart from ourselves, what else can we value? "
"Everyone's promise is himself. Valuing oneself is valuing one's promise."
Jun Mo's gaze passed Liu Bai's body, the silent carriage, and fell on the mighty army of the Divine Hall in the southern wilderness. He said, "I promised that as long as I am still standing, no one will cross the Verdant Canyon."
Liu Bai said, "If you die in the hands of those rascals, it will be a pity."
"Do your best, don't ask about the road ahead, and don't have any regrets."
Jun Mo said, "And even you can't kill me. Who can?"
Liu Bai looked at him, who was covered in blood and holding an iron sword, and suddenly felt that he was looking at another person.
"I seem to see Mr. Ke in the past."
Liu Bai said, "Yesterday I felt regretful that I should have killed you at the beginning of the battle of the Verdant Canyon. Now I feel lucky. Before you die, let's see you shine more brightly in this wilderness."
After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the quiet carriage.
As the carriage gradually moved away, Jun Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at his left hand.
The ring finger of his left hand was tied with a red string. It was wet with blood and was a little tight.
He continued to look down, at the broken arm and the iron sword.
He did not know if it was because he had lost too much blood or because his Psyche Power had been used up, but his face was very pale.
Looking at the broken arm and the iron sword, he was silent for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking.
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At this point in the battle of the Verdant Canyon, the disciples of the Academy and the powerhouses of Haotian Taoism were either dead or injured. The situation was in a stalemate and had reached the most difficult moment. However, the army was in the south, and everyone could see the final outcome.
The West-Hill Divine Palace was not satisfied. They had never thought that they would have to pay such a high price to pass through the Verdant Canyon. They did not expect that even the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai, could not succeed in one go.
Hope eventually turned into disappointment. Some people found it hard to understand and even had doubts.
The new commander of the West-Hill Divine Palace Divine Guards, Su Chen was one of them.
Su Chen was a trusted follower of the Hierarch Lord of the Divine Hall. After Luo Kedi was shot to death by Ning Que in the Wilderness, he took over the position. Now, his status in the West-Hill Divine Palace was extremely high, only below the two Great Divine Priests.
Looking at the carriage that was slowly returning, his face became a little ugly.
"Lord Sage of Sword, I need an explanation."
Su Chen looked at the carriage and said, "You clearly have the strength to fight again. Why did you retreat?"
The disciples of the Sword Garret who were heading to the carriage heard this and glared back at him.
Su Chen's face was as cold as ice because he was really angry and disappointed.
If Liu Bai was really seriously injured by Jun Mo's sword, then what was there for him to be afraid of?
Moreover, Liu Bai's sword was already broken.
A person without a sword could no longer be called the Sage of Sword.
After a long time, Liu Bai's voice still did not come from the carriage.
There was only a cough.
Liu Bai was seriously injured and blood had entered his lungs. His pain and discomfort could be heard from his cough.
Su Chen's eyes showed a hint of mockery.
Liu Bai continued to cough, and the sound became louder and louder.
Su Chen's pupils shrank, and the mockery instantly turned into fear and despair.
Because there was a line of blood between his eyebrows.
The coughing continued to come from the quiet carriage.
Every time Liu Bai coughed, there would be another line of blood on Su Chen's body.
Whether it was the armor with golden rune lines on his body or his right hand that had secretly grasped the hilt of his sword.
After a cough, there was a line of blood.
There was a series of crashing noises.
Su Chen and his warhorse turned into dozens of pieces of flesh and scattered on the field.
Blood flowed everywhere.
Liu Bai finally stopped coughing and said, "Let's go."
The disciples of the Sword Garret came to the side of the carriage and protected it as it walked out of the military camp.
They looked around vigilantly.
Countless eyes were watching the carriage.
No one dared to stop it, no one dared to speak, and no one even dared to show any doubt in their eyes.
Liu Bai and Jun Mo had fought and both of them were seriously injured.
Jun Mo said that he was seriously injured and could no longer fight, but the word "fight" was only between the two of them.
It was a conversation between the two strongest swordsmen in the world.
It had nothing to do with anyone else.
The goshawk had fought for several days and nights in the sky. Its feathers had fallen off and it was covered in blood. Its sharp beak was worn out and it seemed to be dying, but it was not an opponent that an ant could defeat.
Liu Bai was seriously injured and did not have a sword.
But he was still the strongest in the world.
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Looking at the carriage slowly driving out of the military camp, the people of the Divine Hall Coalition Army had complicated expressions. Some were in awe, but most of them were at a loss and afraid of what to do next.
Even the priests of the West-Hill Divine Palace had the same feeling at this time. Liu Bai, the most powerful on their side, was injured and left. What about the Verdant Canyon?
Ye Hongyu looked at the leaving carriage through the heavy gauze and did not speak.
The climax of the Battle of Verdant Canyon was the battle between Liu Bai and Jun Mo. She believed that she would not be able to see such a battle between two swords for many years to come.
As for an idiot like Su Chen, she did not care if he died. She was more concerned about the aftertaste after the climax. She wanted to know how long Jun Mo, who was only half dead, could last.
The horses neighed and the cavalry was ready to go again. Then, like flowing water, they separated out of the military camp and converged in the field. They became a calm but powerful tide and surged toward the Verdant Canyon.
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The cavalry did not speed up and slowly drove toward the Verdant Canyon.
They were afraid of the horrible sound of the zither and the flute. And the man they feared the most was already heavily injured, so they could deliberately slow down their speed, like a moving mountain range crushing over.
This was the best opportunity for the Coalition Army to seize. Therefore, this attack was led by the Commander-in-Chief Bai Haixin. Almost all the elite cavalries were mobilized. They were determined to win.
Thousands of cavalries stopped in front of the Verdant Canyon. The vanguard camp was not far from the iron shelter. It was the best distance for a charge. If the zither and flute sounded, the cavalries could dismount and fight on foot at any time.
Bai Haixin lifted his visor and looked at the Verdant Canyon not far away. He looked at the man covered in blood and the iron shelter. His frosty face showed a trace of mockery.
"You are now a cripple."
He looked at Jun Mo and said, "So I will not accept surrender. Die."
Hearing this, Jun Mo's expression did not change.
Mu You was extremely angry.
As the Commander-in-Chief of the Coalition Army, Bai Haixin should not have come here in person.
But he thought that no matter how powerful a powerhouse was, he would be extremely weak after losing an arm. This was the best opportunity for the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army. They had to seize it.
The problem was that the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army's morale was at its lowest.
The Headmaster's ascension to Heaven had seriously affected the morale of Liu Bai and the Buddhism Sect cultivators. Liu Bai, the Sage of Sword, had failed to kill this man, which made the Coalition Army's morale extremely low.
That was why Bai Haixin had personally led the elite troops to attack the Verdant Canyon.
That was why he had deliberately said such humiliating words.
Of course, he had also carefully prepared for this. There were dozens of powerful military martial cultivators around him and guards with big shields. He was not worried that he would be killed by the horrible iron sword.
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Jun Mo looked at the general in the army.
He did not know who he was, but he knew that he should be a very important person.
So he decided to kill this man.
If it was any other time, he would definitely walk over with the iron sword without hesitation.
But he was seriously injured and his Psyche Power was exhausted. He was very tired.
So he just stood there quietly and looked at Bai Haixin.
He began to think about this problem.
How could he kill this man?
If it was in the past, he would have countless ways.
But now, he had to find a new way.
He suddenly thought of the moment when Liu Bai retreated.
That scene quickly replayed in front of his eyes and then became extremely slow and countless images superimposed.
He saw it clearly.
He raised his left hand and summoned the autumn wind with the iron sword in front of the Verdant Canyon.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth was restless and the cold wind blew.
The river broke its banks and flooded.
His body was like a feather, floating on the water and instantly flying dozens of feet away.
He looked at Bai Haixin in front of him and waved his sword.
Then he floated back and landed on the ground where he had been.
Bai Haixin looked at the Verdant Canyon and frowned slightly. He did not know what had happened. He only felt that his eyes were blurred and did not know that there was a line of blood on his neck.
Then he looked at his subordinates.
It was a simple turn of his head, and he turned it back.
His head separated from his body and fell to the ground.
Blood splattered.
Screams were heard.
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Jun Mo's body shook slightly and his face became even paler.
His spirit and Psyche Power were consumed even more in this simple move.
He could fall at any time.
He had already killed the enemy's commander.
He never gave people a feeling of power and might.
But he was a real warrior.
A true warrior, even if he only had half his life left, would still take the head of a general in the midst of an army of ten thousand.
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Screams of sorrow and then the sound of hooves like a storm.
The black mass of cavalry began to charge.
The zither and the flute sounded and the spring water gurgled.
From time to time, some cavalrymen fell from their horses, and some horses screamed and fell to the ground. Then they were trampled into meat paste and blood by their companions behind them. The cavalrymen were not cultivators and could not use talismans. They could only fight with their lives.
Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Buhuo were also fighting.
The strings of the zither were repaired by Eldest Brother, and the flute was unblocked by Eldest Brother. They were injured by the Great Divine Priest of Revelation. Although they were treated by Eldest Brother, they could not recover in such a short time.
They lowered their heads and played the zither and flute attentively.
The zither strings were stained with blood and the flute began to drip blood.
Mu You stood under the eaves of the iron shelter, holding several arrows in her hand and looking at the cavalrymen rushing over like a tide.
The Sixth Brother stood in front of the shelter, holding a heavy iron hammer. The muscles on his arms were about to burst his clothes.
The Fourth Brother held the River and Mountain Sandbox with trembling arms and a pale face. He knew that the Academy was facing the greatest danger at this time and might even be wiped out. But he could not help his Younger Brother and Sister.
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Jun Mo waved the iron sword.
He held the hilt of the iron sword in his left hand, but it was still powerful.
Blood splashed, and heads were cut off.
Countless cavalrymen fell under the iron sword.
But there were too many cavalrymen rushing to the Verdant Canyon. He had just lost an arm and was seriously injured. Although he was like a reef in the black tide, he could not stop the tide from rising and drowning the reef.
Jun Mo's figure was gradually swallowed up by the cavalrymen.
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Dozens of cavalrymen crossed the dimming iron sword and came to the Verdant Canyon.
Mu You looked at the twisted faces of the cavalrymen and broke the arrows in her hands.
A pure aura of Heaven and Earth overflowed from the iron shelter to the field.
Five deep ravines suddenly appeared on the field that was covered in broken arrows and blood.
The five ravines just surrounded the exit of the Verdant Canyon.
Those ravines were very deep and bottomless, but they were not wide enough to accommodate the hooves of horses.
The front hooves of a war-horse stepped into the ravines and were broken by the great force of rushing forward.
Tragic neighs sounded one after another. In an instant, more than a dozen war-horses fell heavily to the ground.
Several fierce shouts came from the cavalrymen of Divine Hall, and then they continued to charge.
They knew it was the power of the tactical array. They had to kill the woman who presided over the tactical array as soon as possible.
The Sixth Brother held the iron hammer and stood silently in the front. His burly body completely blocked the Younger Sister.
More than a dozen arrows were shot at him, but he did not change his expression.
The sharp arrows hit his bare chest, only leaving a few small white spots on his dark skin.
A brave and lucky cavalryman crossed the five ravines and rushed to the iron shelter.
The war-horse was extremely fast, and the strong wind blew against his face.
The Sixth Brother raised the iron hammer and smashed it down.
He had been doing this all his life.
Even the powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine could not avoid his iron hammer.
Not to mention an ordinary cavalryman.
The heavy iron hammer accurately hit the war-horse's head.
With a crack, the horse's head suddenly burst open, and blood spurted out.
The war-horse fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.
The Sixth Brother raised the iron hammer again and faced the next enemy.
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No one knew how long the battle before the Verdant Canyon had lasted.
The autumn sun gradually moved west, and the cold wind became colder.
The sound of the zither and flute became weaker and weaker.
Beigong and Ximen were pale and coughing up blood.
Mu You looked more and more haggard.
Wang Chi hid behind the iron stove nervously and looked up at the sky from time to time, as if he was praying.
Only the Sixth Brother kept waving his iron hammer. The ground was full of dead war-horses with their heads smashed.
The cold light of the iron sword could no longer be seen among the cavalrymen. Only the flying broken limbs and blood proved that the man holding the iron sword was still alive and fighting.
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The night gradually darkened.
The West-Hill Divine Palace lit torches and continued to attack the Verdant Canyon.
Under the countless torches, the night seemed as bright as day.
The zither and flute music in front of the Verdant Canyon became more and more chaotic.
Beigong and Ximen were no longer pale, and their cheeks were flushed ominously.
They no longer coughed up blood because they could no longer cough it out.
Mu You's hair was unkempt, and her Psyche Power was almost exhausted.
Even the Sixth Brother's strong arms began to tremble, and the iron hammer was even slightly deformed.
The Fourth Brother stared at the River and Mountain Sandbox in silence.
Wang Chi stood up from behind the iron stove, looking at the night sky and murmuring something.
They hadn't seen the Second Brother for a long time.
But they knew that the Second Brother was still fighting.
The iron sword was still there.
Because the Verdant Canyon was still there.
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The whole night passed.
The story that happened that night, the persistence, it was hard to describe clearly with words.
The disciples of the Academy guarding the Verdant Canyon and the cavalrymen of the Divine Hall were on the verge of collapse.
The morning came, but the sky was still dim.
Wang Chi kept looking at the sky. His neck was already sore, but he didn't feel anything.
All of a sudden, he shouted.
The Sixth Brother was slightly stunned when he heard the shout. He threw out the deformed iron hammer and knocked over a cavalryman who was rushing over. Then he quickly walked back to the iron shelter.
The Fourth Brother's left hand left the River and Mountain Sandbox, and he spat out blood. But he didn't care. He took out a Fu paper as fast as he could and turned it into a breeze with all his Psyche Power.
The breeze came to the iron stove.
The Sixth Brother whipped the wind and frost with all his strength.
The wind gradually became stronger.
Then the wind came from the Verdant Canyon.
The wind gradually became stronger.
Wang Chi watched the sky for a day and a night, waiting for the wind direction he needed.
At this time, the north wind had arrived.
He took out the prepared powder from his arms, tore it apart with trembling hands, and sprinkled it on the fire.
A slightly sweet smell, as the powder was evaporated by the high-temperature fire, filled the iron shelter, and then went to the fields in the south with the north wind from the Verdant Canyon.
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The cavalrymen of the Divine Hall were still charging toward the Verdant Canyon.
Suddenly, they smelled a faint sweet smell.
Then they began to bleed.
Blood flowed from their eyes and nostrils.
The blood they shed also carried a faint sweet fragrance.
Before a cavalryman died, he suddenly remembered that he had smelled this smell.
At that time, he was still in his hometown, and there was a beautiful girl selling white flowers on the street.
This sweet smell was the fragrance of flowers.
It was the fragrance of gardenia.
It turned out that the fragrance of flowers could really attack people.
It could really kill people.
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In front of the Verdant Canyon, the iron sword reappeared.
Although it was already dim and there were several cracks on the blade.
But the appearance of the iron sword still meant death.
Cavalrymen kept falling.
Countless blood splashed into the sky and then fell down like a rain of blood.
In the rain of blood, Jun Mo kept killing people.
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The wind blew, and the fragrance of flowers gradually dispersed.
The cavalrymen gradually retreated, and there was finally a flat ground in front of the Verdant Canyon.
Jun Mo stood there with the iron sword in his hand.
There were corpses everywhere around him.
No cavalrymen continued to charge.
The dark tide turned into a quiet sea.
A general of the South Jin Kingdom looked at the tragic scene and suddenly felt very tired.
Too many people had died that night.
He knew that if they continued to charge, the Academy would not be able to defend the Verdant Canyon.
The fragrance of flowers would not last long, and the man with the iron sword would eventually fall.
But he did not order his subordinates to continue the charge.
Because everyone's hearts were already cold, and they were already in despair.
The tide could beat the reef for hundreds of millions of years.
But no one could bear it.
The general noticed that a few captains who were famous for their bravery were looking at the camp in the south. He knew that they were waiting for the signal to retreat, just like him.
But there was no sound.
They wanted to raise the reins and fight again, but they did not have the courage.
No one knew who started it. Maybe it was just an inconspicuous cavalryman. The sound of hooves could be heard as they left the blood-stained Verdant Canyon and headed south. Then more and more cavalrymen silently left the Verdant Canyon.
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Jun Mo stood in front of the green mountain with his sword in one hand.
He was covered in blood and his face was pale, but his expression was still calm.
"Magnificent" was a word used to describe mountains and forests.
Sometimes it could also be used to describe a person's temperament and appearance.
Like him at this moment.
Looking at the tens of thousands of cavalrymen gradually leaving the Verdant Canyon, the iron sword in his hand finally fell slowly.
He turned to look at the children under the iron canopy and calmly nodded to greet them.
Then he looked up at the green mountain.
In the morning light, the green mountain was very charming.
Unexpectedly, the green mountain saw his response.
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(This chapter could not be divided and could only be written down, so it was a little late. Ning Que had thought of this sentence when he passed the Verdant Canyon. This is the Second Brother I like, like the green mountain. Tomorrow is Saturday off. I wish everyone a happy weekend. If there are no accidents, it will be at midnight on Sunday. Also, I haven't asked for a monthly ticket this month, so I want to ask for it now. I really think it's written well.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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