Many people have said-

If you don’t come to the sky city in this life, you will die with your eyes open.

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It is the birthplace of the way of heaven and the law of cultivation; it is the Kyoto of the Empire, representing the supreme glory.

The City of Sky is also called the Holy City.

Holy cannot be blasphemed.

but.

On an ordinary and ordinary morning, lonely ghosts stood quietly at the entrance of the city.

Heaven and earth are stagnant.

Everything is silent.

The fog covers the majestic gilded city walls, and the dull and majestic sounds gradually approaching.

Just like the waves surging in the sea, or like the muffled thunder in the sky, slowly but endlessly hitting, slowly approaching with the unparalleled aura of sweeping the wind and clouds to suppress everything.

The golden foil withered statues stand on each of them in the abyss saints, with dragon horns on their heads. The queen wearing a sacrificial dragon robe staring at the black fog from afar and said aloud:

"I have been using lights for a long time in the dark night, and I yearn for light too much, so I go to the origin of light."

"Come on a pilgrimage?"

The God's Crown came to the battlefield in person.

This scene eased the suffocation atmosphere of the Holy City, and the people came back to their senses from the boundless fear.

Some people do not need to whitewash their achievements or even introduce their deeds.

A single name is enough to scare the world.

But he was obviously too arrogant.

No one has ever dared to provoke the Holy City, and the Western Popes must be pious when they come.

Are you a lonely ghost in the city ready to burn yourself and bloom with gorgeous fireworks before disappearing?

Gu Changan did not move, and did not follow the sound, but just lowered his head and smiled:

"Come on reason."

"Our Anxi Army has been defending the city for 65 years. I always feel that the reason shouldn't be like this. Now I'm going to attack the city, isn't it fair?"

As the low voice sounded, the entire world seemed to become endlessly shattered in an instant.

The city was full of soldiers and armor, converging into a defensive fish scale formation. The golden knights were tight in muscles and clutching the weapons in their hands.

Dignity is only above the sword's edge, and a big fist is the truth. Even ordinary children know the law of survival, and it is impossible for a lonely soul to know it.

Tuoba Tian did not change his color, and said in a deep voice:

"fair."

"That's good." Gu Chang'an's smile gradually faded away, and he snored coldly after a long time of silence:

"The Anxi Army gathers together and follows me to counterattack."

"Rise the sword!"

The blood sword hovered, the fire that existed in consciousness shattered, and an extremely spectacular scene suddenly appeared above the holy city.

The world-weary and cruel energy is shrouded in seventy miles.

Within these seventy miles, all those who hold the swords were shocked, and the swords were unsheathed and flew towards the bottom of the clouds.

The first handle.

The second handle.

The "clang clang clang" sword sound did not slow down at all with the passage of time, but instead became louder and louder, and the dull frequency slowly followed, making a huge sound, shaking the sky!

It's like Thor's war drum, this is also a prelude to killing!

There are countless practitioners in the Holy City of Heaven, like a crucian carp crossing the river, with 5,000 sword cultivators in seventy miles.

Five thousand swords, with different qualities and no drop.

The sword curtain covers the sky and the sun, dispels the light of the morning light, and darkness comes.

"Cut off his palm!"

The monk heard the majestic and furious voice of the God's crown sounding in the sky.

They couldn't help but look up and saw the queen's gloomy face. When the queen's dragon horn burst into light, a hysterical order came out again:

"Cut off his palm!"

At this time, countless monks noticed the flesh and blood palms of the lonely soul.

Standing alone outside the Holy City of the Empire brought unprecedented shock, so that such obvious signals were ignored.

Creepy!

shudder!

He...can he recast his body?

Before I could think about it, the brief darkness of the sword curtain was instantly illuminated by various qi brilliances, and it blasted neatly towards the lonely soul fog.

After being shot by dense air, Gu Changan's palm was inseparable from his palm, and countless blood-colored holes appeared, which gradually turned into powder from his wrist to his nails.

The pain of tearing goes deep into the consciousness. If you have to describe it specifically, it is like a thin needle stuck in the toenail and then kicking it hard on the corner of the table.

It's fine once, but it's repeated thousands of times at the same time.

"It hurts so much..." Gu Chang'an's soul shadow was erratic, and then murmured softly:

"Slaying Sword."

The sword curtain was like boiling water in a pot, surging violently.

Five thousand swords fell slammed, and the five thousand swordsmen were stiff all over. They looked up and watched their own sword as they were about to kill the master.

Every day, wash the sword and wipe the sword, and serve it like a treasure, how can you kill yourself in reverse?

boom!

The confusing and disorderly qi was torn apart directly, and five thousand swords were ruthlessly covered and fell.

Five thousand died instantly.

Even the wailing sound could not be heard, the blood mist quickly spread, and the strong fishy smell began to add dirty colors to the Holy City.

The energy of heaven and earth came to an abrupt end.

Amid the thrilling eyes, the black fog grew wrists, arms, shoulders, and snow-white robe sleeves.

"continue."

Gu Changan whispered, his voice was obviously very weak, but it was like a devil piercing the sky.

Countless monks have a cold ridge and their lonely souls are far more terrifying and absurd than they imagined!

As a human being, he slaughtered tens of thousands of elite troops in the empire with his own strength.

He fell madly, and he carried the flag to disrupt the rear of the army and slaughtered 50,000 people.

Turning into a ghost hero and being safe and sound in the face of the land gods has become the only taboo in the world.

I thought these were shocking enough, and they were so scary that they were beyond anything else.

However.

Reality tells the world-

After leaving home, the ultimate killing is the most important thing.

“I said keep going.”

Gu Changan repeated the silence as deep as a tomb cellar. He had never been as relaxed as he is today.

No mission.

No worries.

The relatives either die or return to the Central Plains to live a stable life.

He is truly alone and doesn't need to look back as he used to.

Home is far away, so don’t worry about it now.

"I'll let you continue!"

The voice gradually became louder, and every word he said was like a drum hitting the hearts of the people of the empire.

How could you feel fear?

The Great Glory Empire has never had a defensive experience since its inception.
To be continued...