Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start.

"Quan Zhen Sect!!"

The sounds of the four girls Youlan Zhuya gnashing their teeth sounded.

This formation was from the Central Plains, but now it was being used against the Central Plains. How could they not hate it.

"Robbing it." Yang Xue shook his head slightly when he saw the four girls of Youlan Zhuya acting like this.

"I have heard some fragments about the Yuan Dynasty's entry into the Central Plains, but there are no records of those things."

"At that time, Xiangyang City was destroyed, and most of the Central Plains martial arts community gathered there. The Yuanshi martial arts community attacked all the major sects and major forces at that time."

"The Quanzhen Sect bore the brunt of the attack at that time."

"At that time, many sects in the Central Plains disappeared, and martial arts classics were looted. Although the Quanzhen Sect fiercely resisted and finally set fire to the library, a lot of martial arts was still lost."

"The Big Dipper array was probably lost at that time."

When Jing Bufan and others saw Yang Xue talking about the past, Yuan Qing said, "Yes."

"The Quanzhen Sect's battle was indeed fierce. This formation was stolen from them."

"Yuanshi has not taken action against the Quanzhen Sect since that time. It is an explanation for the original situation. We did not expect the Quanzhen Church to be so tough at the time."

Song Qingshu and others did not respond, but looked at the battlefield in the distance.

The martial arts world was defeated and various sects were robbed. This was a normal and inevitable process.

Some people may not care, but many people do. Even if the senior management wants to stop it, there is no reason to stop it.

Countless people have sacrificed their lives in martial arts battles, and there must be some reward.

As for the decline of the Quanzhen Sect, they knew a little bit about it. The Quanzhen Sect and Yuanshi had been living in peace in recent years.

There is no way to evaluate whether it is right or wrong.

In the field.

After Yuanshi formed a large formation, the pressure on Qi Mu and others was almost pressing step by step.

This time also showed the power of the Wudang Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation. Even when faced with the formed Big Dipper Formation, Qi Mu and others did not succumb.

Seven swords comparable to the Yitian Sword, plus the Yitian Sword played a key role.

These eight swords are all sharp weapons. As long as Yuanshi's long sword comes into contact, it must be protected by Gang Qi, which is consumption.

This has evolved into a protracted battle. It seems that they are evenly matched, but in fact Qi Mu and others are at a disadvantage.

Qi Mu and others have no initiative, and their ability to defend depends entirely on these eight swords.

Time passed little by little, and the battlefield continued to expand. Yuanshi wanted to block the scope of activities of Qi Mu and others, so Qi Mu and others chose to expand.

The plains that were once covered with weeds now have numerous potholes, and the green lawns have become barren.

"Do you think it is really necessary to continue the fight?" Jing Bufan turned to look at Song Qingshu and said in a calm voice.

Whether he, Song Qingshu, or others, at their level of strength, they can already see the final result.

It is true that Qi Mu and others are powerful, and they are also very powerful in actual combat, but the thirteen people who practice the Long Snake Sutra in Yuanshi are not just ordinary people.

If Yuanshi can use them as trump cards, they must have been trained since childhood.

"There were more than 40 people who practiced the Long Snake Sutra at first, but in the end only thirteen people were left."

"Saiki and others have been on the verge of life and death until now, and so are these people."

Jing Bufan seemed to want to break Song Qingshu's fantasy with his words.

He didn't want to fight to the death. No matter whether it was the thirteen members of Yuanshi or Qi Mu and others, it was good for everyone to be alive.

Both sides should leave some room for retreat and some trump cards.

The snipe and the clam are competing for the fisherman's profit. If the Zhongyuan Wulin and the Yuanshi Wulin fight too fiercely, other martial arts will take the opportunity to take action, which is not good for both parties.

"I can't persuade them." Song Qingshu leaned against the tree and sighed. He understood what Jing Bufan meant, but he really couldn't persuade Qi Mu and others because of their personalities.

If he really had no trump card, he would take action, but now Qi Mu and others have expectations in their hearts.

As long as Zhang Wuji comes over, the situation of the battle will be reversed.

When the thirteen people who practiced the Long Snake Sutra in Yuanshi just took action, he saw the details.

This is also a group of masters who dare to risk their lives. The training method is similar to the Xiangxi inheritance and raising Gu.

"It seems you have hidden tricks." Jing Bufan narrowed his eyes when he saw Song Qingshu acting like this.

He and Song Qingshu have been rivals for a long time, and he understands Song Qingshu's character.

Song Qingshu would never watch Qi Mu and others being abolished. Even if they were abolished, it would be Song Qingshu who did it, not an outsider.

Song Qingshu cares more about the lives of Qi Mu and others than face or anything else.

"One thing, but I'm not sure. I can consider your conditions, but not now, we have to wait." Song Qingshu didn't hide it at this time.

Jing Bufan is not a common person, and he can guess many things even if he doesn't tell them.

"Zhang Wuji!" Yuan Qing and Yuan Zhe blurted out these three words.

In this current situation, Qi Mu and others are not retreating. The only one who wants to break the situation is the elusive Zhang Wuji.

As for Mr. Zhang, they will not consider it. Even if Mr. Zhang is here, they will not interfere in this matter. At most, they will stop.

The older generation has the pride of the older generation, bottom line.

"We have never known Zhang Wuji's whereabouts. It seems that you have planned it for a long time." Jing Bufan thought of this when he saw Song Qingshu's refusal.

This round...the only one who can break it is Zhang Wuji.

Even the Shaolin disciples who left before were definitely not enough for him.

"Even if you really hide Zhang Wuji, do you really think it can be broken?"

"Zhang Wuji's strength is indeed good. I think it would be fine if there was a Holy Fire Token, but now the Holy Fire Token has been replaced by a sword."

"Disaster……"

"It's just a tie at best, so why bother?"

Song Qingshu looked at the doubtful looks of everyone in Yuan Chamber and smiled slightly: "Isn't it bad to have a draw?"

"Destroying Zhang Wuji, or Zhang Wuji being seriously injured, isn't that the outcome you want?"

"Just like what you said, Brother Jing, that boy is too young. Going to Guangmingding will be troublesome. It would be better for my grandpa, the White-browed Eagle King, to preside over it, right?"

Jing Bufan smiled and said nothing. He didn't know whether Song Qingshu's words were true or false, and he didn't care whether they were true or false.

Things have reached this situation, and everything depends on strength.

The others in the Yuan room didn't say anything more, looking towards the battlefield in the distance.

Whether it's Qi Mu and the others, or Zhang Wuji, in the end it all depends on the outcome of the fight.

Both sides maintained their previous tacit understanding and neither made any comments or suggestions on the battle in the field. Everything depended on the individuals in the field.

The silence of everyone under the big tree and the fierce battle not far away formed a sharp contrast.

The top players seemed to have become spectators.

Top experts are so calm, but other places are not so calm.

The moment the war started here, the arrangements on the Central Plains side began to move.

Chang Yuchun and Xu Da led the Mingjiao's Five Elements Banner army to dispatch, with an incomparably huge momentum, heading straight towards this side.

The guards and cities of the Yuan Dynasty along the way were ignored. The goal was extremely clear. The Yuan Dynasty army... Wang Baobao.

The huge sound of horse hooves and the huge army caused countless people to give way, with countless guesses in their hearts.

At the same time, Zhang Shicheng, his Beggar Clan disciples, and some Jianghu forces also quickly took action and scattered throughout the jungle.

Most of the disciples who had inquired about the information before were Beggar Clan disciples, and countless flags appeared in the mountains and forests near the Yuanshi military camp.

For a time, the originally green forest appeared with countless colorful and eye-catching colors.

Zhang Shicheng's goal is very clear. All he has to do is to provide Zhang Wuji with elixirs, medicinal materials, and some necessary escape traps and routes.

In this scene, both Qi Mu and Song Qingshu made clear arrangements, not to fight, but to pick up people.

The Yuanshi army will not pursue them. They will receive news from Mongolia soon and will inevitably retreat.

Mongolia must not have any problems. Once the four great Khans in Mongolia become angry, the Yuan Dynasty in the Central Plains will be isolated and helpless, with no way out, and they will be defeated like a mountain.

the other side.

The Sky Eagle Sect in Mongolia has already begun to take action, and the location of the action is infinitely close to here.

There is only one purpose...chaos!

The four great Khans of Mongolia were panicked and the nobles of the Yuan Dynasty suffered huge losses. Countless cattle, sheep, and horses stained the grassland with blood during the slaughtering process of the Sky Eagle Sect. The Sky Eagle Sect neither kills nor robs, and even turns a blind eye to gold and silver that are readily available.

They only kill livestock and destroy...

For a moment, both the Mongolian herdsmen and the nobles were all confused.

They didn't understand why things happened so suddenly. Although there were indeed some bandits and refugees in Mongolia making trouble, they would not be so large-scale and so strange.

Only destruction, no harm to human life, no robbery.

Even if the cattle, sheep and horses fell down in droves, those people would not care at all.

It seems that they are killing for the sake of killing alone.

This... is so weird.

In the shock of countless nobles of the Yuan Dynasty, the flags of the Sky Eagle Sect were sorted out one by one.

"Don't seek death!! We won't hurt anyone, just watch them all!!" Countless voices from the Sky Eagle Sect members echoed on the grassland.

Indifferent, aloof...

The charging horses, the long knives stained red with blood, and the ruthless killings all made countless people stand still and dare not move.

It has been a long time since a scene of this magnitude has happened in Mongolia. Even the noble guards were stunned when they saw such a situation.

Shocking...an absolute visual impact.

The orderly pace of thousands of people, the retreat and defense after the massacre, and the indifferent eyes, these people seemed to be the god of death in Yuan Shi's eyes.

At first, the people and servants in Mongolia would scream and be frightened, but later they became numb.

The war horses roared past in front of everyone, and the long knives accurately killed the cattle, sheep, and horses in front of them, and the hot blood spattered on their faces.

The Sky Eagle Cult members were massacred without even looking at them.

"Whoa..."

"Whoa..."

When several signal flares sounded in the sky, the people who had been massacred mercilessly quickly retreated towards the distance without any hesitation.

The Sky Eagle Sect left just as quickly as it came, leaving nothing but countless collapsed tents and dead livestock carcasses.

Blood flowed on the grassland, like a purgatory on earth, and the pungent smell of blood made countless people vomit on the ground.

"Devils!! They are devils!!"

"devil!!"

"..."

When one person roars, countless people follow suit, and everyone's eyes are full of anger and despair.

These livestock were the basis of their existence, and now they were all dead, all dead.

Countless people held the carcasses of livestock and cried.

However, this kind of massacre will not stop because of their anger and crying, the killing will still continue.

……

Night time.

Emei sect.

White-browed Eagle King and Song Yuanqiao gathered together. They looked at the message in their hands with extremely firm eyes.

Xinghe was in chaos, and Qi Mu's arranged methods were all activated. Mongolia was in chaos. The five major sects, who were originally under Guangmingding, now actively cooperated with the people above Guangmingding and began to encircle Yuanshi.

At the Yuanshi Military Camp in Xinghe, Zhang Wuji had already left with Wang Baobao.

Qi Mu and others are already competing with the thirteen people in Yuanshi who practice the Long Snake Sutra.

Zhu Yuanzhang, Chen Youliang, and the strategic advancement that had originally stopped started again.

Now the whole world is in motion.

"Let's go." White-browed Eagle King and Song Yuanqiao looked at each other and spoke at the same time, with free and easy smiles on their faces.

The two of them simultaneously lit the letters in their hands in the candles nearby, and in the blink of an eye they turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.

"Come here!" Song Yuanqiao shouted outside, and a Wudang disciple came in quickly.

"Master, senior." The visitor bowed slightly to the two of them.

"Senior Yin and I are going into seclusion. Unless Qingshu comes back, don't disturb us." Song Yuanqiao's deep voice sounded.

"Yes." The visitor responded, bowed respectfully and exited.

When the door closed again, Song Yuanqiao and the White-browed Eagle King walked towards the back room.

Under the darkness, the two people covered their faces and quietly left the Emei Sect and went straight to Guangmingding.

As the current host of the Ming Cult, the White-browed Eagle King sees the Sky Eagle Cult working hard and the Ming Cult working hard. How can he watch...

Song Yuanqiao has been working for justice all his life. As the leader of Wudang, the other five sects are dying and injured, and they are all fighting for their lives. How can he, as the leader of Wudang, watch.

Now that the whole world is in turmoil, how can the two of them survive in the Emei Sect and watch everything? They can't do it.

If they watch this time, they will never feel at ease in this life.

They have reached this age and there is no room for improvement. The chance of living is left to the younger generations.

Song Yuanqiao no longer has any worries. If he dies, his second brother will also take over Wudang, Qingshu, and Wang He.

The White-browed Eagle King is already old, and has spent his whole life trying to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty. His son has Qingshu watching over him in Mongolia, so he will be fine for the rest of his life.

Granddaughter Yin Li will surpass her in achievements in the future, and grandson Wuji will also become a good man who is upright and upright.

This life is enough for him, his children and grandchildren will be worry-free, the Yuan Dynasty will be overthrown, and he will die without regrets.

the other side.

The battle between Qi Mu and others and those who practiced the Long Snake Sutra in Yuanshi continued, and the battle between them had lasted for three hours.

Song Qingshu and others were still watching from the sidelines. The only difference was that during the three hours of the battle, many people came to deliver messages.

This is true for both the Yuan Dynasty and the Central Plains.

Jing Bufan was not too surprised by Zhongyuan's actions. He had guessed that Zhongyuan would make moves long ago.

Whether it is Zhu Yuanzhang or Chen Youliang's strategic advancement, the actions of Guangmingding, the arrangements of Xinghe, or Mongolia, he has already made guesses.

"Brother Song, it's time for your people to come out. Everything has begun." Jing Bufan looked at the high crescent moon and took a deep breath.

"Let me see what your final trump card is and why you do everything."

"Mongolia, you are making trouble. You are setting the Sky Eagle Sect on fire. They are the group of people you want to protect the most."

Song Qingshu was not as relaxed as before.

Whether the world can be brought to peace or not, finally depends on it.

Under the dark night sky, when a beam of fire and the sound of horses appeared on the plain, everyone looked over.

Someone is coming from Yuanshi Military Camp...

"It was only three hours before it was exposed, boy, it was much later than I thought." Song Qingshu sighed slightly.

He originally thought that Zhang Wuji would be exposed soon, but he didn't expect that he had persisted until now.

In his mind, he unconsciously recalled Zhang Wuji's stubborn face and his occasional bewildered expression.

"You've really grown up."

The sound was not loud, but everyone heard it.

exposed?

Boy, have you grown up?

Why was Song Qingshu so emotional and so happy in his words?

Who is that person? Who can make Song Qingshu care so much, feel so nostalgic and emotional.

Just when Yuan Shi was confused, the man riding a horse from the military camp in the distance to deliver the message shouted loudly.

The voice was filled with urgency and panic.

"That man is Zhang Wuji, he kidnapped the general!!"

"Zhang Wuji's target is not Qin Jiu, but General Wang!!"

"..." (End of this chapter)