Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The powerful war drums were ringing; then, another loud trumpet was blowing; the sounds were intertwined and spreading far away. When the people hiding at home heard it, they couldn't help but feel nervous: they originally thought that the targets of the arrest of prefectures and counties were only thieves. No matter how vicious the thieves were, they could only wait for death when facing thousands of soldiers. But now the fighting has been going on for so long and it has not subsided. Could it be that the other party has the strength to compete with the army?

The sound of killing can make people feel most thrilling and difficult to control.

Both Taoist priests on the roof had a change in expression. Zhang Yuanchu looked at the soldiers and armor that were rushing like a tide below and sighed.

People who practice Taoism pay attention to cultivating their minds and nature, but in the end, they still cannot avoid the world. In this world, there is no chance to ascend to become an immortal. In the face of the decline of Taoism, some Taoist disciples always hope to turn the tide and revive the glory of their ancestors.

Zhang Yuanchu is one of them. As the direct descendant of the dragon and tiger, his greatest wish is to make the sect shine brightly, and then hold the authority of the Heavenly Master, call the wind and rain, and speak the same thing. But the more he sees, the more he waver this belief will be.

It turns out that many things cannot come back after they pass. For example, some inheritances, once they are cut off, will become forever.

The Taoist Dharma is like this, and the martial arts are like this.

As the counterfeit warriors fell one after another, the fierce battle situation gradually came to an end. When their formation was dispersed, when Xiahou Zun broke his legs, and when the true energy in the human body was consumed to a critical point, these super warriors became much stronger than ordinary people.

At this time, they could no longer rush forward and had to accept the fate of destruction.

Xiahou Zun was the last one to fall. When he fell, the corpses around him were piled up like mountains, from time to time, one after another... and he was covered with scars, at least more than a dozen arrows were inserted.

Mo Xuanyi, who was in charge of command, bite his lips and wiped his sweat, and let out a long sigh: It's finally over!

The pressure of this battle is even greater than that of using the tricks to deal with the barbarian army on the day. Because on the formal battlefield, the strength assessment and comparison between the two sides are quite clear, but at present, the existence of Xiahou Zun and others cannot be speculated on common sense, and there are too many uncertain factors.

But fortunately, there was no danger at all.

After the fierce battle, the soldiers present stood silently as if they were stunned and remained motionless for a long time. This battle caused a huge impact on them, which to a certain extent was a baptism. The so-called "iron-blooded army" were all achieved through repeated bloody battles.

"Sweep the battlefield and calculate casualties!"

Mo Xuanyi shouted in a hoarse voice. He did not forget Chen Sanlang's special instructions, that is, the things found on the enemy's corpse must be handed over, and no one must be involved in private. In order to do this job well, Mo Xuanyi specially organized a team of logistics personnel to ask them to be responsible for the spoils. As for the rewards and pensions in the army, they had already announced it before departure, and it was clear.

Clear rewards and punishments, and the thickness is well-founded. This is the key to the military governance and the source of motivation for the army to fight bravely.

After the fierce battle ended, Chen Sanlang let Xuanwu's personal guards surrounded him and returned to the governor's mansion. As soon as he stepped into the gate, Chen Sanlang felt that his eyes were dark, and his strength seemed to have been taken away, and he fell forward.

Hong Tiezhu was shocked. Fortunately, his eyes were fast and he quickly grabbed Chen Sanlang, and then rushed to the dormitory, and then asked someone to inform Xu Jun.

Hong Tiezhu was a little confused. The young master had always been healthy and had not participated in the battle before. Why was he now as if he was exhausted, soft and even fainted? However, when he was in the village, he had some knowledge and knew that the young master was not as literary as he looked, but had the ability.

"Can't it be that Xiahou Zun suddenly broke his leg, and it was the young master who did it?"

Thinking of this, Hong Tiezhu was startled and looked weird. The person who was protecting himself, but he always felt a little strange. However, he was very detailed and understood the meaning of it. He shouldn't ask or say anything, and never talk too much.

...

Chen Sanlang had a dream, dreaming that he was in a lobby, in a high position, and had a big book in front of him.

The book is nearly a ruler and square. When you open it, you can see every word, which is bright and radiant. Every stroke is like a rune, and the breath is overflowing, like a rippling wave.

When Chen Sanlang read this book, he recited it with a sound, his words were straight and straight, and he was unbiased. When he read it excitedly, the talisman without numbers flew, and then condensed in front of him, and it slowly turned into a sword, which was the "slaying evil".

A sword is like a finger, half a foot long, but it can be big or small, long or short, hard or soft, and changes in every way, just in a single thought, extremely well-behaved and versatile. It can swallow the chest and abdomen and spit it into the mouth and nose. This is not a sword at all, but a ray of energy.

The breath is pure, and it becomes a sword when gathered, and it becomes a character when it disperses.

When a piece of writing is completed, the meaning of the beginning is clear, and the title is exactly the three words "Sword Control" are used.

Chen Sanlang was overjoyed and understood that this was a breakthrough in the bottleneck of cultivation and had realized a new realm. In the past, the silk book, the book review, and the learning of "Sword-Based" was a huge progress from relying on the sword to controlling the sword. As the name suggests, we can see the difference. At this point, Chen Sanlang truly understood the essence of the "Haoran Silk Book".

Before this, Chen Sanlang could barely act as a sword master when he stimulated the small sword, but it was superficial and was not comparable at all.

When he entered a new realm, Chen Sanlang suddenly realized that the sword of evil-killing that he had mastered for a long time was actually a ray of energy, which was really incredible.

From this, can all things in the world be qi?

Thinking of this, Chen Sanlang couldn't help but laugh: In fact, similar opinions have been explained in Taoist classics and have been considered truth.

"Ah, Sister Jun'er, Sanlang is laughing!"

A surprised voice sounded, it was Song Kechan.

Xu Jun was also shocked by Chen Sanlang's smile. When she received the notice, she rushed back from her father. When she met Song Kechan, the two of them came to the dormitory to visit her, worried that Chen Sanlang would have something to do. Unexpectedly, just after a while, she saw Chen Sanlang who was sleepy and laughing.

It looks quite weird.

Song Kechan held his chin with his hand and asked, "Can he be dreaming of something ridiculous?"

This statement is the most likely one, but just having a fight has just happened, and having to dream is also a nightmare.

But no matter what, it is enough to prove that Chen Sanlang is not seriously injured.

Xu Jun blinked and suddenly said, "Maybe he dreamed of a happy event."

"happy event?"

Song Kechan was puzzled.

"Hehe, sister Chan'er, didn't Uncle Song mention it in front of the old lady last time?"

Upon hearing this, Song Kechan suddenly flew on her cheeks and lowered her head.
Chapter completed!