The Song family elder felt a chill in his chest. He looked at his flying sword stuck in the ground and saw the blood flowing down the blade. His heart grew cold. Only now did he truly understand that even if he had not recovered from his serious injuries, he would never be a match for Jun Mo. Jun Mo did not even truly attack. He just reached out in the autumn wind and grabbed his lifebond sword and took his life.
There was dead silence by the Cui Garden. The splashing on the Fuchun River had also stopped. The Song family elder slowly fell down. Jun Mo held his cane and left with Mu You. No one dared to move.
Wang Jinglue had been standing in the crowd and did not have a chance to make a move. He looked at the blood and flesh splattered around the historical armchair and thought of Elder Cui who had turned into a resentful spirit. He then realized that Ning Que's arrow was like that. He looked at the Song family elder lying in a pool of blood and the flying sword in his chest. He then realized that Mr. Second's sword was like that.
It was not until a long time after Jun Mo and Mu You had left the Cui Garden that the people in the garden woke up from their extreme fear and shock. There were cries and angry roars everywhere.
To Qinghe County, the warlords were everything. The Cui family of Ruyang was the people's spirit. Elder Cui's position here was like that of the Headmaster of the Academy. Now that Elder Cui, whom everyone relied on, had turned into a pile of flesh and blood without doing anything, how could they not be afraid?
The news of Elder Cui's death quickly spread throughout Yangzhou City and entered thousands of households. Naturally, Chang 'an also received news of the Kingdom of Wind.
The Tang imperial court reacted very quickly. On that night, the Ministry of Works urgently transferred craftsmen from the three counties in the south and south, as well as soldiers from the neighboring states, to the north of the Verdant Canyon.
Countless enemies were buried in the Verdant Canyon during the war last autumn. The official road was blocked by huge rocks and was extremely difficult to walk on. The imperial court had spent more than half a year clearing a small path. However, with the arrival of tens of thousands of craftsmen and soldiers, the clearing speed suddenly increased.
Based on the current speed, it would only take a few months at most for Chang 'an to complete the initial cleanup and restoration work. This also meant that the Tang Empire's iron cavalry would only need a few months to pass through the Verdant Canyon and rush south. Like an iron current, they would directly drown Qinghe Prefecture.
The nobles and people in Qinghe Prefecture did not know what was happening in the north of the Verdant Canyon, but they knew very well what Old Master Cui's death meant to them. The treaty between the Tang Empire and the West-Hill Divine Palace had become a waste paper. The Tang Empire's army could appear in Qinghe Prefecture at any time.
The terrifying pressure from the north was like a low-level dark cloud, pressing down on the people of Qinghe Prefecture and making it difficult for them to breathe. They could not understand why the Tang Empire did not seem to need a breather after having just experienced an extremely tragic war to defend their country. They wanted to tear up the peace treaty so quickly.
The chaos in Qinghe County had already appeared, and it was impossible for it to calm down.
Wang Jinglue did not leave Yangzhou City because he wanted to wait for Cui Huasheng here. Most importantly, he was responsible for receiving the cultivators from the Imperial Center Administration and military spies who were constantly sneaking into Qinghe Prefecture from the Tang Empire. Then, he would use these forces to help Cui Huasheng occupy a better position in the chaos of Qinghe Prefecture.
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A cylindrical passageway appeared in the air above the front yard of Peach Mountain. Afterimages of turbulence lingered in this passageway, making the passageway even clearer.
This was the trace left by the iron arrow, which was also the path of the arrow.
Ning Que stood in front of the altar, holding the bow in his left hand and holding the arrow with his right hand. He was still in the posture of the moment when he released the bowstring, as stable as a wooden statue.
The prayers had stopped. The tens of thousands of people in the front yard looked at him nervously. No one spoke, as if they had also become wooden statues.
No one knew where Ning Que's iron arrow had gone, but they knew that someone had definitely died. They did not see the real ending, but they already knew the ending, which made them extremely terrified.
Ning Que put the iron bow back on his shoulder and looked back at the Divine Hall of Light on the top of Peach Mountain in silence. If the Haotian's Divine Power in his body dissipated, the Divine Talisman around the altar would also return to heaven and earth. Then, he would definitely die under the siege of those powerful cultivators. But he did not think about this.
At this time, he had already completed the first half of the Academy's plan. His attention was now on the Divine Hall of Light. He could vaguely feel the ending of the battle in the Divine Hall, and he knew that someone would definitely die.
Just like how people on the front yard knew that someone would definitely die when they saw him shoot the arrow, now that someone had entered the Divine Hall of Light, he would definitely die. This made him a little depressed.
In this battle between heaven and man, the one who died was naturally heaven.
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Sangsang looked at the Boundless Universe on the sword. In her eyes, there were stars vanishing and disappearing, sunrise and sunset, rising and falling tides, and countless seasons passing by in the human world.
Liu Bai's sword was only two feet away from her. The rust on the sword was getting more and more severe, and its surface appeared to be an ominous gray color, which meant that the sword had completely rusted and was beginning to be weathered.
The closer an object was to her body, the faster time flowed in the area where it was located, and the more severe the damage would be. Even a sword that could withstand countless years of wind and rain could not withstand it.
It was already very unimaginable that Liu Bai's sword could enter her small world and be so close to her. Common cultivation theories could not even explain it.
His sword was the sword of the human world, with the spirit of the Sword Garret and the mortal world. But after all, it was not the human world itself. In the end, it still could not resist the passage of time.
The rust seemed to be covered with white frost. Suddenly, it cracked, and then turned into green smoke and disappeared.
The sword was destroyed, but the person was still there. His was the real sword.
Liu Bai's eyes were unprecedentedly bright, even brighter than when he sensed the surging Yellow River when he first entered the Awareness State, and even brighter than when he comprehended the Sword Style of the Great River on the cliff by the river.
The moment he drew his sword, he knew that he could not win, but he did not give up. As he said, this was already his last interest in the human world. He wanted to see how close he could get to the sky, and whether he could touch the sky, or even use his sword to draw a mark in the sky that only belonged to him.
Liu Bai's hand reached into Sangsang's small world.
His hand was very slender, and his fingers were slender. It was the hand that was most suitable to hold a sword in the human world. Every time he held the hilt of the sword, the sword seemed to be connected to his hand and could not be separated.
At this moment, he did not hold the sword in his hand. His hand was the sharpest blade.
He reached out to Sangsang's face, as if he wanted to pass through the black hair on her cheek.
His hand was getting closer and closer to her face. His fingernails gradually turned grey, and his skin gradually lost its elasticity. It became dry and wrinkled, and his sleeves quietly turned into ashes.
Liu Bai continued forward. The mark of time moved up his forearm. The skin on his arm began to loosen, and like a dying old man, it was about to lose the luster of life.
He continued forward. With the state of disdain for the human world, he fought the most silent and terrifying battle against the merciless time. It seemed that he had walked for tens of thousands of years, or maybe he had really walked for tens of thousands of years.
After a long time, Liu Bai finally reached Sangsang and walked into her small world. So she was only a foot away from him.
Regrettably, he was too weak to lift his hand and make the last stab. His white hair draped over his shoulders and withered like the grass covered with frost. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as the bluestone slabs in the east of Linkang. He had become an old man who was about to die.
Sangsang said, "You have lost."
Liu Bai said in an old and tired voice, "You have lost."
Sangsang frowned slightly, not understanding what he meant.
"I have left a sword in the human world. I hope that sword will not disappoint the human world."
Liu Bai looked at her and said with a smile, "But it has nothing to do with the outcome of this battle."
Sangsang said, "How can you defeat me now?"
Liu Bai took a few breaths and slowly raised his withered arm with difficulty. He touched between her eyebrows with the tip of his finger. It was not lethal, but more like a touch.
In this world, there was no such thing as a man conquering the heavens. In fact, it had never happened before in the history that could be seen. However, for countless years, many people had fought for it. They wanted to win and show Haotian the power of the human world. But most of the time, they just wanted to prove to themselves and the human world that as long as you were willing to work hard, you could achieve what you wanted.
Liu Bai was invincible in the human world. He came to Peach Mountain, entered the Divine Hall of Light, and challenged Heaven to a battle. He did not think he could win, but he wanted to prove something.
At the moment before his death, he finally touched the high and cold sky. He had fulfilled his wish, and he saw his own Great Way.
Sangsang looked at the skinny arm in front of her and remained silent.
Liu Bai's body was like a dried up riverbed, turning into countless pieces of dry soil. He collapsed and fell to the ground with a rustling sound, turning into a pile of dust.
No one could be truly immortal, and no one could truly live for thousands of years. Even the strongest city wall would turn into sand, and even the strongest river would dry up one day.
But no one could deny, not even Heaven, that the city wall had once stood tall in the human world, and that the Yellow River had once flowed for thousands of miles.
In the air in front of Sangsang, a sword suddenly appeared. The sword was full of ancient Qi, but there was no vitality in it. It fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The sword in Liu Bai's hand had already turned into ashes. His body had also turned into ashes. However, the sword was still there. It was as shiny as new and was not damaged at all. It was like the world after the calamity, as if it was foretelling something.
Sangsang looked at the pile of dust and the ancient sword in front of her, and did not say a word.
This was the real meaning of her first attack in the human world. It seemed to be an understatement, but it turned the most powerful cultivator in the human world into dust. But her face was a little pale, not knowing whether it was because she was injured or because of other reasons.
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