Everyone has a different definition of the whole world. In a simple sense, the whole world naturally refers to the land that survives under their feet.

Whether it is the Tang Kingdom, the deserted people, or the evil realm of the deserted states, etc., they all live on the same land, and this is the same world.

But for some people there are other meanings in the whole world.

A sword is the entire world of swordsmen.

Parents are the whole world, children are the whole world, and every smile of a lover is the whole world.

For most Tang people, the Tang Dynasty was like this mountain, river and earth.

"Master, just leave these two people to the disciples to deal with."

Mr. II walked to Kou's side and said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the seven masters of the deserted people behind him hurriedly stepped forward and said, "You don't need the high priest and the second gentleman to deal with them, just leave it to me."

They respect Congpu very much, and also respect the six disciples of Congpu very much.

Because Congpu has been thinking about the deserted people over the years, Zhibai has made a desperate plan to allow the deserted people to get out of the snowfield.

They naturally saw it and respected it even more in their hearts.

This is the case in the world. Laws restrict people, and in addition to this, there are emotions and morality.

Bai Yutang looked at them with a sarcasm in his eyes and said slightly: "Don't just focus on killing people. If you are accidentally killed, you will be a laughing stock."

Mr. II ignored his words, nor did he look back at the seven masters of the deserted people behind him, but just looked at Congpu and waited for the next order.

Looking at Lu Qinghou and Bai Yutang in the Pu, the regret in his eyes never faded.

"Everyone will die, and everyone's death is a regrettable thing. The only difference is how many people will remember this regret."

Bai Yu Tang's expression was very calm, or it was a tradition for the Tang people to dare to die, and the Tang people dared to die.

It is precisely because of such a proud Tang people that they were able to forge this huge empire.

"I don't know how many people will remember you after you die."

Bai Yu Tang walked forward, his pace was not fast, but on the contrary, he was a little slow, walking step by step, asking as he walked.

Congpu did not rush to do it, but asked with interest: "How many do you think there will be?"

Bai Yutang thought for a while and said, "I don't think it's."

Congpu was not angry, but just like Lu Qinghou before, he felt very curious. He was the person most respected by all the wild people. If he really died, he would definitely be remembered by millions of people. But Bai Yutang actually said that there was no one, so he really wanted to know why.

Bai Yutang explained: "When you die, the iron hooves of the Tang Dynasty will crush the southern snowfield and kill all the deserted people, from children to old people, and if no one is left, all people will die. Naturally, no one will regret your death."

For the Tang people, once the war begins, there will be no reconciliation and will only end with the demise of one side.

Because for those Tang people who died in battle, no one was qualified to reconcile for them. Their lives they had paid, the never-rest souls they piled up in Lingyan Pavilion, needing the destruction and end of the other party.

Blood debt!

Blood compensation!

This time, there was no smile on Quanpu's face. For Bai Yutang and Lu Qinghou, the Tang Kingdom was very important.

For Chengpu, Huangren is also very important.

Lu Qinghou took a step forward, and thousands of layers of snow were stirred up on the ground. The scholar gushed out and swept across the sky with his whole body. The scholar used his sword to protect the family, country and the world, and the principles and rules of protecting him.

They gave birth to great spirits, and they drew their swords and killed them.

This sword is very powerful, placing all the family, country, life and death on the sword.

Thousands of layers of snowflakes broke into powder and formed a snowy embellishment around them, blocking everyone's vision so that they could not see clearly.

A sword light passed through the snow curtain and slashed towards Congpu. The sword light was very strong, which made Mr. Second glance at it more, but the seven fifth-level masters behind him looked solemn.

But this is nothing to Chongpu.

He praised him and then raised his hand. He was wearing a coat of silk, very simple, and his hand was a bit rough, just like an old farmer who often went to work in the fields. The second man raised his hand and showed millions of black holes, but nothing appeared.

But just like when he raised his hand to stop Zi Fei's sword energy that stretched 30,000 miles, Lu Qinghou's peerless sword was easily held in his hand and then squeezed into pieces.

Just being invisible will not be held or crushed, but Congpu has done it.

Lu Qinghou's face turned pale, and his hand holding the sword trembled for a moment.

The snow curtains rising around fell, and everyone's eyes were looking there.

The snow curtain dissipated, and Lu Qinghou stood there, but the seven masters of the deserted people couldn't help but frown because the white jade soup disappeared.

The speed of picking stars in Wanli was very fast. When the snow curtain disappeared, Bai Yu Tang had already appeared behind him before Pu even put down his hand.

The sword was flashing with a cold light, and the speed itself represented strength. The hand that Zhuo had not had time to put down, nor the hand that he had put down.

But he didn't do anything, and a lotus leaf floated up from the water.

Bai Yutang's sword slashed on the lotus leaf, and the lotus leaf shattered in half. The two broken lotus leaves wrapped around the sword. Turning around, raising his hand and pinching the sword body.

Then he shook it gently.

A huge force came from the sword body. Bai Yutang's body was lifted into the air and threw it out again, hitting the place where he was originally standing. Lu Qinghou got up and took it. The two of them fell to the ground at the same time, and long traces were slipped on the surface of the snow.

"The cooperation is good, the sword intent is good, but the strength is a little lower."

Kou looked at the two people who stood up again and commented.

The two of them combined are not even as powerful as Mr. Er, so naturally they are even worse than Congpu.

The two broken lotus leaves floated in front of him. They were two very simple leaves. They were as fragile as a piece of paper when held in his hand, but these two leaves could kill people if they were placed in Kou's hands.

His face was calm, but the regret in his eyes became increasingly strong. The Tang Dynasty always showed off its talents. If these people could appear in the Nanxueyuan, the strength of their Wasteland clan would undoubtedly be greatly strengthened.

The two leaves broke through the air and slashed out. The space around seemed to be frozen, and everything was still motionless. Only the two leaves slashed towards Bai Yutang and Lu Qinghou like swords.

Lu Qinghou turned his head. The speed of these two leaves was too fast, so he couldn't escape.

Bai Yutang stood in front of Lu Qinghou with a long sword standing in front of him.

The green lotus leaves slashed on the sword, Bai Yutang spit out a mouthful of blood and hit Lu Qinghou. The two of them fell to the ground and fell deeply into the ground.

One leaf dissipated and the other leaf slashed over again.

The speed was very fast, and even Bai Yutang had no time to lift the sword again.
Chapter completed!