Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

Flags cover the sky.

Twelve thousand warriors rumbled over the yellow sand, and the golden beast symbolizing the totem of Yuezhi stood in front.

The three were separated from the army.

The aged old man held a dark axe in each hand, and a scar ran across his wrinkled cheek.

The man beside him was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, embroidered with yin and yang gossip, and holding the tail of the mane to brush the dust in his left hand, looking at the fairy style.

The blond lady who fell behind was petite and exquisite, carrying a black iron heavy sword, and every step she took was three feet deep into the yellow sand.

A few wolf flags with the word "yue" fluttered in the wind before the battle, and Yue Jiuling watched the three great masters with anticipation.

Although she decided to put all her chips on the gaming table, she wanted to use less chips, and she could defeat the mad dog across the gaming table with just three people.

"Set up camp and march the next day."

Yue Jiuling suddenly ordered.

The officers of the generals in the chariot looked at each other, Yueya explained:

"Grandma, it's past noon."

"I'll say it again for the last time, the official business is called your honor!" Yue Jiuling drank coldly, the wind and sand on her cheeks made her look more old, and said solemnly:

"The deity's order is not to be questioned."

"Yes, your honor." Yueya silently left the chariot and arranged for the army to camp on the beach.

She was keenly aware that her grandmother's spirit was always in a tense state, like a manic lioness, ready to choose someone to devour at any time.

"Your Highness, march slowly and waste food..." A military general approached and reminded politely.

This battle is easy, there is no need to carry equipment, let alone a barrier map, and even the combat strategy can be omitted.

Not to mention 12,000 elite soldiers, even 12,000 ants and grasshoppers would be enough to eat that Han slave.

Yue Jiuling looked at him for a while, then said indifferently:

"Disturb the heart of the army, ask before the battle!"

Before the general could react, the light of the sword flickered coldly, and his head flew away from his neck.

"The deity is the god of seven thousand miles, who dares to disobey?!"

Yue Jiuling glanced at the army fiercely, then pulled down the curtain and closed her eyes alone in the carriage.

The battle was lost with unimaginable consequences.

With a shortage of troops to govern 7,000 miles, turmoil is inevitable, and this is only secondary.

The key point is that the volcano can't hold it!

She shuddered at the thought that Gucheng might be exposed.

"Wan Erlang, a single spit can drown a Han slave, my old body is too anxious." Yue Jiuling murmured.

Before she lifted Gu Changan's head with her palm, she couldn't sleep well.

Since taking office, she has devoted all her energy to this lonely city. This time, she should also reap great fruits, right?

"God helps me, the empire is immortal, and the Yuezhi is rich and noble for generations."

There was a faint sound of prayer from the carriage.

...

A city stands alone in the vast wilderness, looking like a light in the night.

Every brick wall has experienced bloodshed and death, but now, under the scorching sun, there is a majestic beauty.

The rolling sand and dust gradually subsided, and the army could not see the edge at a glance, like a dark cloud.

Si Ye was eerily silent, filled with the breath of dying.

The Taoist priest stood up in the air, and the whisk swung up a wave of air that was six feet high, and the sound shook the sky:

"Please Gu Changan die."

On the tower of the watchtower, the red-robed man had disheveled hair and dazzling red all over his body, as if he had covered his entire life of sin and slaughter.

Grand and fiery, it seems that he is about to set himself on fire, and he will hold his own funeral in front of the Ten Thousand Army Array.

"I really look up to me." Gu Changan was expressionless as he walked down the wall from the top of the city.

The suffocating silence of the battlefield is often more shocking than any killing.

When a person calmly and calmly walks towards Wanjun, what a magnificent and turbulent scene, the world is silent in that moment.

The Taoist priest looked at the bright red robe,

Such a firm pace and a fearless figure are not heroic, they are just protecting the national beliefs that are not worth mentioning in the world, but are as important as a thousand pounds.

"Central Plains is your fault!" He felt emotionally.

Whether stubborn or ignorant, he worships such integrity, because it is the noblest thing in human nature, and it is what he wants to have but is afraid to have.

"The blood of China flows in the body, and it is destined." Gu Changan was calm, standing motionless beside the blood-colored flag.

Yue Jiuling in the chariot had a gloomy expression. She couldn't interfere with how the Great Master viewed Han slaves, but she could never tolerate the swaying minds of her subordinates!

One by one's faces were dull, and there was a look of admiration in their eyes.

"Array, sound the horn!!"

A shrill voice came from the chariot, and it spread throughout the battlefield through the mouths of the guards.

The strong pawn shuddered and came back to his senses.

For a moment, they were immersed in the unparalleled spirit of the man in the lonely city, and they were faintly infected by the spirit of bravely moving forward in the dark.

Since joining the army, where have you seen such a terrifying scene of one person fighting the ten thousand army alone?

Awake, the fierce soldier's eyes returned to ruthlessness.

Han slaves are not dead, they are going to die!

The empire is the way of heaven, the spirit of the earth, and the world, and those who see it must surrender.

Otherwise, kill without mercy! !

In a short time, the battle towers were built, like a loft on the cloud overlooking the lonely city.

The trumpeter worked hard and blew out a tune that was popular in the empire. The cavalry leaders heard the horns and opened their throats to sing. The voices were frantic and high-pitched, and they swirled around the battlefield.

The silence was overwhelmed by the noise of death, and a hundred miles was filled with crazy roars.

The Great Master Scar Double Axe is a typical holy city fanatic. His eyes are full of murderous intent, and he shouts sharply:

"Refusal to surrender is to sabotage the empire's strategy of co-prosperity for all ethnic groups in the Western Regions, wantonly slaughtering innocent soldiers, you Gu Changan's soul is full of sins, and today Lao Tzu is doing justice for heaven!"

The double axe hangs high and rotates like a top, and the energy is poured in, which seems to have infinite power.

"It's a good one to act for the sky." Gu Changan nodded and smiled:

"Great head, who will cut it?"

"punish!"

The double axe fell flat, completely cutting out the diametrically opposite north-south air waves, and attacked the red robe standing majestically in the form of horns.

Gu Changan turned a blind eye, stared at the flag and said softly:

"Snatch you a hundred swords and chop your neck."

boom!

In an instant, all the barbarian warriors holding swords were horrified, the long sword was unprovoked out of the box, suspended in the air, stopped and did not fall.

On the battlefield, there are hundreds of swords hanging, the sword formation is majestic, and the sword is mighty.

"Be careful!" The Taoist was horrified, and subconsciously turned to the sword scar martial artist.

"No..." He caught the flow of air, and the whiskers rushed towards the blond woman.

The latter sensed the danger, and the epee was unsheathed, the blade burning with flames.

Hundreds of swords, sword by sword, like a long snake in the air, the first sword wrapped in boundless momentum and fell vertically.

puff!

Like a needle and thread going through a pinhole, the blond woman didn't even raise her arm to resist, the Tianling Gai was penetrated, the whole person was pierced in two, and the plump buttocks really looked like a peach torn apart.

"cut!"

Before the Qi machine running around had collapsed, Gu Changan said with Tianxian in his mouth, and Baijian slammed into the burning epee with the final sword force.

Yue Jiuling's limbs were cold, and the corpse of the woman's great master was like an awl, piercing her heart fiercely.

die?

how could this be...

"The formation retreats!!" The chariot guard's pupils shrank suddenly, and he had to overstep, roaring and giving orders.

The ownerless epee was smashed into the formation by Baijian, and it happened to fall into the baggage of the army formation. The fierce fire oil inside met the flame of the blade and burned at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was noon at this time, the scorching sun hung high in the sky, and it was already unbearably hot. In addition, the east wind picked up again, and the flames and smoke rushed towards the barbarian army, and everyone could not open their eyes.

Because they were too panicked, the barbarians danced with their swords and guns in the smoke, and the army was in chaos.

"Damn Hannu!" Master Scar saw the death of his friend, his face twisted, and he drove the double axe down.

Gu Changan is a game of fighting for his life.

All the internal strength he brought from breaking through the realm was put into a sword, and today the death burial song will be played, as much as he can kill.

Without the air shield defense, the axe fell as heavy as a mountain, slashing at both arms, and Gu Changan's entire body was knocked into the air.

"The devil!"

Scar Master's face was shocked, and his limbs could continue, like a body forged by ten thousand years of meteorite iron, and only the sound of bones breaking from the strong blow.

Gu Changan fell into the yellow sand, and some bone slag the size of a fingernail fell out of the two blood holes in his arms.

He tried to straighten his body up, but it was so painful just now that he moved his body to the bone.

puff!

After crawling a few steps with difficulty, he picked up the blood sword and pierced his shoulders. The familiar pain and pleasure made him slowly get up, and blood began to permeate all around.

"Quickly deploy the net!"

Yue Jiuling noticed the scarlet sword energy, and roared in the chariot like crazy, and the armrests of the chair were smashed.

There was a cry from the battle tower in front of the battle, and there were colorful Pengbirds entrenched on the wooden railings.

In an instant, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield, and a huge colorful net shrouded the sky above the man in red, which was strange and mysterious.

"it is good!"

Yue Jiuling waved her fist fiercely. This is the weapon brought by the old Huyan husband, the Dapeng raised in the abyss.

On the battlefield of Xishu, 100,000 reinforcements from Beiliang and Zhao State were suppressed by the empire's new weapons, slaughtering Han slaves like slaughtering pigs and dogs.

Play all your cards, sing the funeral song!

"Fire arrows!"

Due to the excitement, Yue Jiuling's face flushed red, and her posture returned to her former invincibility.

As the order was conveyed, thousands of strong crossbows were fired in front of the array, and the thick and long arrows plunged into the colorful net like a storm, and they were densely packed and not falling.

The blood-colored sword energy expanded ninety feet outwards. Gu Changan looked up at the world of arrows. He knew that he was going to dance with the god of death today.

"Destroy the bandits!!"

For the first time guarding the lonely city, Gu Changan's hysterical roar seemed to vent his power for the rest of his life at this moment.

The buried scarlet sword energy surged out, and the blood-colored space condensed over the military formation, and every strand of sword energy seeped blood droplets, as if the beast opened its bloody mouth.

In the highest Protectorate in the city, Carpenter Qin and a few disabled old men had wet eyes. They saw the boundless barbarians, and they also heard Chang'an's unwilling roar.

Perhaps death is a relief, Chang'an is too bitter.

At the moment when the city was destroyed, these burdens of them must have killed themselves and must not fall into the hands of barbarians.

For a full sixty-two years, no one in Anxi's entire army lived up to Shenzhou Huaxia.

But the nation has failed Chang'an!

Why!

Why don't you give him a glimmer of hope, twenty-two years ago, he was born in despair, and he will die in despair, how can the huge Shenzhou not give him light.

Even just a little.

In the desert, the blood-colored sword stance formed a huge fan, and the sound of destroying the air machine was clear and terrifying.

The barbarian soldier trembled and staggered, but the moment the sword energy hit his body, he let out an earth-shattering howl.

"mother……"

It was unknown whether the voice was a cry for help or the moaning of the hungry ghosts in the weeping Avici Hell.

Before dying, perhaps they all yearn to return to the place where they were originally born, to return to their mother's womb.

The sound of "Mother" resounded through the sky, and in front of an unrecognizable corpse lay in front of the formation, and the yellow sand was covered with flesh and blood.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!!"

Yue Jiuling was heartbroken, and fear and anger prompted her to keep repeating these two words.

The Taoist priest's face was pale, this was the most terrifying battle he had ever experienced, and that sword was probably imprinted in the depths of his soul with Gu Changan forever.

"Send away!"

His whisk was gently swaying, and there was unexpectedly purple air lingering around him, like a small cloud of thunder that descended in front of him and pushed out horizontally, wanting to devour the blood-drenched loner.

Gu Changan's figure was immovable, and the violent death of piles of barbarians gave him vitality.

In the moment before touching the purple ball qi machine, thousands of arrows from the colorful net cover fell one after another.

boom!

Zi Qi rushed in, and Gu Changan bleeds from his seven orifices, not flowing out, but pouring in from the outside.

"Hannu!" Master Scar swept over in a flash, picked up Gu Changan's hair and spun it back, crashing into the blood-colored abyss.

The blood sword fell to the side, the peach blossoms bloomed lushly, and the branches were stained with blood.

Out of breath, the wind stopped.

Gu Changan's body was covered with arrows, staring blankly at the gradually fading colorful mesh cover.

So be it.

The noisy and crying battlefield also slowly quieted down, and the battle formation that stabilized the military's heart pushed forward.

"nice!!"

Yue Jiuling opened her arms and embraced the scarlet blood mist shrouded in the sky.

One sword made her lose three thousand children, and before the secret weapon disappeared, this tough and hateful Hannu finally fell.

It also means that she gets rid of inner demons, defends the dignity of the empire, and eradicates the last ray of spiritual brilliance of Chinese civilization!

"Shenzhou is in the east, I can't face the west and die."

Gu Changan tugged at the corners of his bloody mouth, twisted his head with difficulty, and looked towards the blurry east with scattered eyes.

"I'm tired, I tried my best, I didn't do it, I'm sorry."

The liveliness and sunshine are leaving him, and the past years of defending the city emerge frame by frame in his mind.

I actually never regret it.

It's nice to die in the Central Plains territory.

The Taoist turned his eyes sideways, not even daring to look at the man at the bottom of the abyss.

He witnessed with his own eyes how much power a person's spirit can explode, and how a loner in the dark sheds the last drop of blood.

"stop!"

Seeing that Grandmaster Scar was about to throw a double axe, Yueya rushed out of the army with a horse and said loudly:

"By the order of your honor, all the sons of the empire will cut a piece of meat, which is called glory!"

If Zhe Lansu was present, he would probably be violent and dizzy.

The four words "kill it with one hit" he told him to do it many times, why didn't he execute it!

But the silver-haired old woman in the chariot was still blinded by the winning ticket.

"Sprinkle salt." Yueya restrained her horse's reins and looked down at the abyss.

This is the worst torture in the world.

In an instant, the salt particles floating in the sky were flying like catkins, and countless barbarians threw refined salt into the abyss, almost stacking more than eight feet.

"Hahahahaha..."

Gu Changan could no longer make a sound, but he was laughing madly in his heart. He had more than a thousand wounds all over his body.

Snowing.

Let the blizzard come more violently, bury my lonely soul, and wash away the suffering of the nation.

"Cut the meat!"

The cold voice fell, and a fierce soldier jumped into the abyss first.

Gu Changan was confused, he couldn't feel the pain of the spear blade piercing his thigh, he just suddenly remembered the young eagle he had seen flying.

The young eagle fell on the top of the mountain, desperately struggling and unwilling to cry, and when it was about to shatter its bones, it learned to flap its wings and slowly flew to the top of the mountain, even to the higher sky.

There is still room for recovery before everything is dead.

Yes, there are.

The smell of vitality awakens a dying bloodthirsty beast.

Gu Changan struggled to wiggle his fingers.

He looked at this peach tree thousands of times a day in Wanglou, and he could perceive where it was with just his consciousness.

Fingers touch the roots of the tree, which are peach blossoms cultivated by their own evil spirits, and they rise from the ground in a single thought.

Boom! !

The huge peach tree was uprooted, and its stem was blood-colored. At the moment when the abyss shook, the barbarian soldier who was about to take the spoils came out of his body.

"Hide!" The Taoist priest was horrified and shocked, and instantly put the whisk across his chest, and the purple air mask protected his heart.

Master Scar only hesitated for a moment, all the lush peach petals opened, the whole tree came to suppress him, and the peach blossom sword reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

"No..." The double axe was wrapped around the branches, the petals fell around him, and strands of sword energy cut into his neck.

In fact, Gu Changan also forgot that this peach blossom was a spiritual thing in the new world, but he didn't want to close his eyes before he died, so he remembered it.

As the peach petals withered, there was a head with round eyes on the branches.

Gu Changan opened his tired and painful eyes and moved his fingers gently:

"Sword come."

The blood sword jumped in the abyss, and fell straight through the arm for a moment.

The freshly condensed fire was extinguished, like a phoenix in nirvana in the raging fire, and the blood mist shrouded his body again.

"Withdraw!" The Taoist priest's scalp exploded, and the whisk was placed on the soles of his feet. The whole body was full of energy, and he galloped at a height of eight feet in the sky.

"late."

Taking action again and again to consume the Taoist priest's inner strength, in the face of the reborn blood sword, he can't go round and round like the man in the abyss.

Clang! !

Filled with blood-colored sword energy, it has nothing to do with enmity, just to protect the lonely city.

There was a burning scar on the back of the Taoist priest, and the purple air machine disintegrated instantly, and his body fell to the ground and burned. After the death of the great master, even the bones were burning.

All three perish.

After the cemetery-like silence, there was boundless fear, as if the god of death had broken through the chains of hell and devoured the world step by step.

"I want to die, you won't let me."

Gu Changan really stood up, and the hovering peach blossom tree swept the fleeing barbarians.

The head hangs on the peach tree.

The petals are withered and withered, and each branch is holding a head, which is extremely eerie.

"impossible……"

Yue Jiuling was paralyzed in the chariot, and the scene in front of her made her fall from the top of the cloud into the abyss. The bleeding man was no different from the abyss demon.

Obviously already dead.

why not die...

And Yueya, who was in the half-mile territory, suffered a sudden cardiac arrest. She clearly felt the rush of blood, which was so intense that it was painful to the skin, and even grabbed her feared soul.

The peach branches continue to add heads, densely packed like the dark trees of the Huangquan River, leaving their heads to cross the Naihe Bridge.

"What are you running for?"

There was a dull voice in Yueya's ear, she did not dare to look back when she rode a horse, but her body was lifted with one hand, and those scarlet eyes were close at hand.

The barbarian soldier fell into the loss of control of despair, death, and fear. How could he take care of his captured granddaughter.

"I asked what are you running for?" Gu Changan's blood fluttered, and he grabbed Yueya's neck in the air, and said calmly:

"It's also difficult to dispel the unpleasant odor under your armpits."

Looking at the evil-headed devil, Yueya was so desperate that she suffocated, trembling and crying like a little girl:

"you are not human!"

"I'm no longer human, and Gucheng and I are ghosts."

Gu Changan lowered his head and bit her neck, eating a delicate and tender piece of meat, the woman's delicate face was blurred by the bright blood gushing out.

"And eyes."

Those graceful blue pupils that were now full of fear were dug out deeply by two fingers.

"Who dares to step back, kill without mercy!!"

"Array to meet the enemy!"

There was a crazy roar from the chariot, and the old witch of the empire, who had experienced dozens of wind and rain, regained her courage in the boundless fear.

It's all over in one go.

There are still more than 7,000 brave soldiers, and they are not at the end of the road.

The rumble of the drums resounded, and the blood mist in the sky converged into a miraculous battle song, grotesque and tragic.

Like a headless fly fleeing pawn encountering a ruthless shooter in the direction of the chariot, death in front and back, only to turn around and face the terrifying bloody man.

At this moment, no matter how confused the barbarians are, they all know that only by killing Han slaves can they survive.

They want to drop, will the blood people accept it?

Under such a bloody massacre, the barbarians managed to maintain order in a short period of time amid the spread of panic.

The eagle bow is like a full moon, ten thousand arrows are fired, and the iron cavalry rushes towards the blood man.

Gu Changan used the fainted woman as a shield, and shot her into a hedgehog with arrows. The bloody eye sockets without eyeballs were also embedded with sharp arrows.

"Xiaoya!!!"

Watching her granddaughter fall into the bloody sand, Yue Jiuling wept bitterly, biting the blood on her lips.

No one in the world would be indifferent to the death of their own grandson, let alone the heir she had carefully cultivated.

But a painful spasm passed, her eyes were hard and fierce, and she waved her arms under the golden beast to inspire the army.

The head of the peach tree on the left, the blood-colored sword energy on the right.

Gu Changan walked into the army calmly like this. He hated the healing of wounds, he hated tirelessly killing, and he was even afraid of himself now.

You have to keep this territory.

The scarlet burial was shrouded in sword nets, and the barbarian army, which gathered forcefully by will, collapsed because of the sword qi.

A one-sided massacre.

A solitary figure waved his sword numbly and mechanically, the peach blossoms withered, the branches and thousands of heads turned into powder.

Under the blood-red rays of the sun, the two wriggling half bodies in the desert were filled with red streamers, which were barbaric and bizarre.

Melted with the boundless corpse into a sea of ​​blood.

And that man, standing in the middle of the sea of ​​blood, maybe there is blood coming, maybe there is no end in sight, but he swings his sword as usual.

Swing the sword again.

That's all.

The purgatory on earth is no better than a hundred miles of desert. From the moment it climbed up from the abyss, this spiritual city of the Chinese nation has been defended.

12,000 went out to the army, and the great masters dispatched by the three holy cities were scattered like this.

Yue Jiuling stared blankly at the roaring wind, and a bone-piercing coldness instantly filled her body.

Does it all end like this?

Yes, it's all over.

There were only less than a thousand light cavalry left, fleeing the purgatory slaughterhouse like crazy, the collapsed Yue Jiuling now has only the last thought in his head——

run.

Her death knell has sounded.

But she can't die at the hands of Hannu, and she can't die in this imperial cemetery.

For 60 years, she has been a queen, and she was also an old witch who made the empire feel terrified. Her glorious and glorious life was completely buried in humiliation and nightmares because of an appointment edict.

The chariot ran so fast that it was half a stick of incense time behind, surpassing the light cavalry, and ran endlessly into the distance.

Gu Changan stood by his sword, lowered his head to search everywhere, stepped on the dying barbarians, and uncovered several layers of blood-stained flags under the corpse.

He was the only one left standing between the heavens and the earth, and large groups of crows and vultures flew from the sky, circling and circling.

Gu Changan carefully wiped off the footprints on the flag, and held it together with the pole in his arms, silent like a sculpture.

"Huanghuang Central Plains, heaven serves all nations."

He shouted softly.

"Huanghuang Central Plains, heaven serves all nations!"

"Huanghuang Central Plains, heaven serves all nations!"

"Huanghuang Central Plains, heaven serves all nations!"

The roars of old and disabled women and children with all their might sounded from the top of the city. They burst into tears, but they were very excited.

In this sea of ​​blood, among more than 10,000 corpses, the lonely city still did not sink.

Qin carpenter choked and shouted.

In a place where no one cares about Shenzhou, on the territory of the lonely Western Regions, a twenty-two-year-old man personally created a miracle that was recorded in the annals of history.

What no one has done in Chinese history, this child, by himself, has cast the greatest monument in the long river of the Central Plains.

It will never be forgotten. Sooner or later, the Central Plains nation will take over the torch he held high.

There is nothing in the dark and desperate situation like one person alone against ten thousand troops. When the torch spreads into the Central Plains, starting from Chang'an, the dawn will be greeted.

The reared horse rushed out of the city gate, Gu Changan smiled at the city head, but he didn't even have the strength to get on the horse.

After the killing state, he was so tired that he could fall asleep for a few days. Gu Changan tied the rope and drove the horse to drag him along.

The horses galloped, leaving two blood stains in the yellow sand where they passed. About twenty miles away, Gu Changan loosened the rope and planted the flag in his arms in the yellow sand.

"Today... Today Gu Changan consoles the martyrs and shows his descendants that he has opened up the territory for Shenzhou for twenty miles."

His voice was gradually hoarse, and it sounded so miserable, as if from all directions.

In the open wilderness, Gu Changan was finally able to take a good rest. He fell under the flag, and the wind and sand quickly buried him.

In his sleep, Gu Changan remembered his favorite sentence.

"Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch. The lonely sandbar is cold."

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