The moon is like frost.

It was empty, everything was silent.

Gu Changan played with the Buddhist niche, with auspicious colorful paintings on the outer wall, intricate patterns on the inner wall, a lotus throne underneath, and a golden lacquered Buddha placed inside.

Nothing special.

In an isolated city blooming in the midst of killings, can placing a Buddhist shrine dispel the smell of blood?

He smiled, placed the Buddhist altar gently in the corner of the watchtower, and suddenly stared into the distance.

Under the moonlight, a man and two women walked towards the lonely city.

The leader was wearing a striking purple robe, with spotless shoes under his feet. He was holding the reins in his right hand, leading a white horse that was as white as snow.

There is a peach blossom on the horse's back.

"Elder brother, must he be killed?" The accompanying woman in military uniform looked at the isolated city from a distance, with a hint of pity in her eyes.

"Yeah." Fu Shang nodded and said calmly:

"On the public side, he has offended the dignity of the empire; on the private side, we need Zhelan Judge to owe us a favor."

"What a pity." Another cold junior sister shook her head.

Thirty feet away from the isolated city, they quietly stared at the bloody abyss. It was not surprising that the swords were slashing at everything, but the overwhelming evil energy was truly terrifying.

How could it cause such terrifying power when Gu Changan obviously couldn't feel the fluctuations in his internal energy?

"The peach blossoms are so beautiful."

A warm voice came from the top of the city. Gu Changan looked at the peach blossom branches. He had never seen a peach blossom in his life.

Things that were commonplace in the past life are now out of reach.

"Yes." Fu Shang raised the peach branch and said with a smile:

"Pick it in the Central Plains and raise it in the Holy City. The water and soil of the Holy City are more suitable for it."

Gu Changan leaned on the railing, "In the end, it was stolen from me."

Fu Shang was noncommittal, staring at the dilapidated city wall for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"The Central Plains doesn't know how to cherish the things given by God, so we can't let them wither."

"Gu, surrender quickly!" The girl in martial arts uniform raised her delicate face as big as a palm and threatened fiercely:

"Senior brother, if you use your sword, you won't even have a chance to save the whole body!"

"The Eastern Land of Shenzhou has abandoned you. Who among the seven superiors in the Central Plains knows you? If you continue to resist, you are hopelessly loyal!"

Gu Changan's face remained calm. Even though he felt an unprecedented threat, he could not take a step back.

"Let's do it."

After hearing the three words of calmness, Fu Shang stepped towards the city gate step by step. The peach blossoms in his hands bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye. One petal and two petals slowly stretched out, and a few drops of dewdrops hung on the branches.

Zheng!

An unprovoked evil spirit struck, and the scarlet wooden sword shot out like a blood-burning sword, with the momentum to take it straight to the head.

"go back."

Fu Shang strolled in the courtyard, stretched out his index finger, and before the blood sword could get within a foot of him, it flew away.

"clang!"

There was a crisp anti-tremolo sound, the sword blade was embedded in the wall of the watchtower, and blood seeped out and flowed on the masonry.

Gu Changan narrowed his eyes, his black hair was dancing in the wind, and he slapped the wall with his left hand. The blood sword spurted blood at a leisurely speed, and the blood turned into a sword net, covering the outside of the city.

This is a blood-red world, with blood drops falling like cobwebs densely, and every drop can be burned.

Fu Shang smiled. He admired Gu Changan's spirit, but that didn't mean he could tolerate the other person's tricks.

Swords are not like this.

He has one hand behind his back, and his spacious robe is like an opera singer shaking his sleeves, moving the clouds and flowing water. The peach blossom branches and the sword energy and blood network are always three feet apart, not one foot far away and not even a hair closer.

unexpected!

A piece of peach petal quickly withered, and at the same time, it smashed the strong evil spirit blooming from the blood sword, and the evil spirit exploded in all directions, even letting Fu Shang's hair on his temples blow wildly.

He just stretched out his hand slowly, pushed the tip of the blood sword with his palm, formed a hook with his five fingers, clenched the blood sword tightly, and said coldly:

"I am in the new world, but you are still living in the old world, confused and ignorant!"

Bang!

He threw the bloody sword back to the city wall and landed right in front of Gu Changan.

This was a very different confrontation. The latter was silent for a long time, and the fire in his shoulder bones was buzzing.

Will the killer win?

He doesn't know.

Tonight, the dim light of dawn in the dark and chaotic night may be extinguished.

The two women watched this one-sided contest with cold eyes, which was expected.

Can senior brother fight against three thousand warriors alone?

cannot.

This may be Gu Changan's innate talent.

But at this moment, in a single battle, Gu Changan was like a trapped animal still fighting.

As the senior brother said, now is the new world!!

The abyss of the Holy City is the center of the world governed by heaven. Everything has been overturned. Borrowing the power of heaven and earth is the basis of martial arts.

But Gu Changan is still struggling in the old world. The empire has opened the door for him, but he has to die for the old dynasty that is gone.

The sad terminal hero.

"Get the wine." Fu Shang stared at the watchtower, but he said to his junior sister, his face was indifferent:

"There is no grudge to kill you here, everyone is his own master."

"Judge Zhelan said you were a burial victim of the old dynasty, but I think you are a martyr for your own beliefs."

Two jars of wine were thrown over, and one jar was thrown into the watchtower.

Gu Changan held the blood sword and caught it steadily. His eyes were cold and thin, and he turned to look around the silent Qiuci City, as if he wanted to take a few more glances.

"Here's to you."

Most of the heroes in the world have classical romantic feelings. The supporting branches rise from the ground and hover in mid-air. This is his limit, but he can still reach the flag at the top of the city.

Gu Changan's eyes froze.

Thunder suddenly erupted in his mind, and he keenly captured the opponent's rising energy, down to the movement of invisible power.

He has slaughtered countless enemies, but he has never encountered such a terrifying Xuan Kong as the person in front of him.

The shallow knowledge makes him dull, and the lack of guidance makes him confused.

But at this moment, he saw through the new world.

In the past, we could only rely on the fire within our bodies to defend the city, but we neglected our own abilities.

Turns out I can too!

Seeing that he was motionless, Fu Shang said calmly:

"What are you waiting for."

Gu Changan replied calmly:

"Wait for the wind to come."

Suddenly, a strong wind blew across the lonely city in the dark night, as if all the desert storms from a hundred thousand miles away gathered here, and the yellow sand covered the sky and the earth.

Gu Changan stood tall and imitated, imitating the opponent's way of circulating Qi. Colorful portals seemed to appear in his sight, and the lake was magnificent. In a fleeting moment, a picture of a hell-like abyss flashed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The faith accumulated over the past ten years, the courage after despair again and again, the loneliness of wandering alone in the dark, and the evil spirit honed by fighting countless enemies.

Everything exploded at this moment, turning into a raging internal force.

The sudden storm made the two women look at each other in shock. Fu Shang remained calm and composed, and the jar of wine in his hand did not waver.

"Huanghuang Qingshi will forget you, but every year when the peach blossoms bloom, I will always think of you, Gu Changan."

After taking a sip of wine, the peach branch on Fushang's fingertips moved, and peach blossoms bloomed, like the most terrifying sword rain in the world, beautiful and dangerous.

Facing the imminent destruction, Gu Changan remained as calm as a stiff statue. He just penetrated the blood sword through his shoulder bone, and the pain radiating from every inch of his skin made him feel excited.

This kind of pleasure proves that this lonely city can be defended and the scythe of death will not fall on his neck tonight.

The moment when the bloody sword is pulled out.

Boom!!
To be continued...