Broken Night

Chapter 606 - Take the blood as the flag and the flag as the way

In addition to Jue Tian's excellent stick skills, many are wondering if there is a certain disciple who came out of the Zuo family to experience. After all, the Coiling Dragon Stick is famous all over the world, and many people in the South will directly hook up with the Zuo family when they think of the stick technique.

It's just that many people don't know that Jidao Temple's [Devil Suppression Stick Method] is also unique in the world.

Juetian shook his head without saying a word. Everyone didn't take it seriously. After all, Juetian's boring gourd's character has been used by them for more than a few months: "Someone is looking for you, outside."

Jue Tian was stunned for a moment, and then walked towards the hut outside the **** front.

Not long after, I saw a big man yelling at the chariot: "You are Jue Tian?"

Juetian said nothing, just looked at him.

Dahan is just a mortal without any cultivation.

He was just a delivery driver.

I saw the big man throwing a bag on the ground: "The goods have been delivered, I'll leave after my work."

The driver, the big man, didn't know what he was transporting, and he was not interested in knowing.

He only knew that such a delivery would be enough to make him worry-free for the rest of his life.

He didn't even know that it was precisely because he had no tattoo strength that he was selected as the delivery person. Such people are the hardest to be targeted. Because those who robbed the road saw that the driver had no cultivation, and the goods they wanted to deliver would not be too precious.

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Juetian took the worn-out cloth bag, which contained a seemingly ordinary jade pendant.

He held the jade pendant in the palm of his hand, and the tattoo force fell into it.

It was as if a sunset glow on the horizon was captured in his palm.

Juetian looked at the extremely gorgeous long stick in his hand with an indifferent expression.

As the black-haired young man said, his life is his. Such a tattoo is not an exaggeration, it is the so-called reason of not worrying about more debts.

Wan Xia returned to the ordinary jade pendant again. It is hard to imagine that such a weapon that is enough to be included in the [Spirit of Weapons] was sent to the **** front by a driver with no cultivation.

No one even thought that the former first disciple of Buddhism had fallen into the devil's way at this moment.

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Above the city wall, the sun is bright and sunny.

The warm spring breeze blows, but it carries a biting chill hidden in it.

It seems contradictory, but when the wind is blowing from the north, everything becomes so reasonable. Senmang is not only a city wall, but also separated from the north and the south, and the climates of the two places are different.

Huo Feng and Xiao Xue stood on the city wall, looking at the figures of Xu Yan and the others heading north.

Xiao Xue subconsciously looked at Huo Feng's empty sleeves, and felt a pain in her heart.

Huo Feng was silent, Xiao Xue was silent.

Both of them subconsciously didn't mention what happened this morning.

It's just that the two have different thoughts.

After a long time, Xiao Xue was the first to speak, "I..."

Huo Feng interrupted abruptly, as if drawing a sword: "Moti."

Xiao Xue closed her mouth and just looked at him calmly.

Huo Feng looked back, and the two exchanged glances.

After a while, Huo Feng said slowly, "I broke my arm."

Xiao Xue looked at him seriously: "So what?"

"I'm a waste."

"So what?"

"You still don't understand? I may stop at the second and third palaces for the rest of my life. But you are destined to continue to move forward and walk out of the path of the Xiao family's arrow god."

He looked at his right shoulder, the sleeve waving in the wind: "I don't deserve it."

Xiao Xue's face was still calm, and she said slowly again: "So what?"

huh...

Only the sound of the wind blowing, the needles falling can be heard.

Huo Feng spoke first, like his swordsmanship;

Xiao Xue replied calmly and indifferently, as if she had shot three wooden arrows;

The two were silent, but they were actually exchanging each other's thoughts.

Huo Feng looked at her and was very puzzled: "Why am I worthy of your love?"

Xiao Xue blushed, lowered her head and said softly, "Why am I worthy of your life to save me?"

She raised her head, even blushing: "There is nothing in this world that is worth it or not, as long as you have enough status in your heart, everything is worth it." Huo Feng understood and laughed. Such a smile, I am afraid that even Huo Feng's father has never seen it before.

"Let's go back to the academy."

"Ok."

Huo Feng stretched out his left hand, his hand was no longer holding a sword, but her hand.

I felt that holding this hand, even if I gave him the most precious and powerful sword in the world, he would not change it.

Empty sleeves, but the heart is very practical.

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Shen Qiushu took the three and walked out of the Senman city gate.

Occasionally looking at Xu Yan's eyes is still extremely complicated. After all, with such strength, even if he may not be able to beat him now, he has infinite potential. Probably when he broke through the three palaces, he was no longer Xu Yan's opponent.

Thinking of being in his 40s and still dreading such a kid, it's strange that his complexion looks good.

He took Xu Yan, Jin Qianji, and Lan Mingxin out of the city gate and went all the way to the northeast.

The **** front, its **** vastness. Just because of the terrain, it was crossed by two mountains on the way.

In a simple description, the surrounding terrain is like an hourglass lying flat on the ground. And the narrow place in the center of the hourglass is [Senmang], which is also the line of defense to protect the south. If you go out, the terrain will be wider.

Before walking towards the northeast, there was a smear of blood red in his eyes.

It's not a river of blood, but a red flag fluttering in the wind.

The red flags are continuous and arranged on both sides, which is for the Tao.

This is a road pierced by countless red flags. It is the "Blood Road" in the north and the so-called "Guest Road" in the south.

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Shen Qiushu walked the road with the three of them.

Jin Qianji frowned, looking at the red flags on both sides of the road: "These flags..." Shen Qiu wrote expressionlessly, "Yes."

"These flags are all blood flags dyed with blood shed from battles on **** fronts."

"The blood is the flag, and the flag is the way."

"This is the [Blood Road] of the north, and it is also their way of hospitality."

When they were halfway through, they saw figures coming from all directions. They had no intention of attacking without a word, but their hostility was undisguised. As for Shen Qiushu, although his face was as cold as a blade and his body was full of murderous aura, he also had no intention of doing anything.

This is the rule established by the North and the South.

Whoever dares to violate it will ignore both parties.

Thinking of this, they subconsciously looked at a rocky mountain next to the flag road. The stone mountain is not high, only more than two meters. But anyone who walks this flag road will not ignore this stone mountain, because this stone mountain is the cemetery of a thousand-patterned artist.

Hundreds of years ago, a tattoo artist from the Northern Thousand Pattern Realm passed by here. With his status, no one would dare to stop him. Just in accordance with the rules of the South, to enter the South must pay a certain price, such as all kinds of heaven and earth treasures.

The famous tattoo artist held his identity and ignored it, and even injured several people and walked away.

In that battle, Wanshu Academy, Qunxing Academy, and Jagged War Sect dispatched strong men of that level at the same time, chasing and killing the thousand-pattern tattoo artist all day and night, causing a sensation in the world. Even the North immediately sent a strong man of the same level to protect the tattoo artist back to the North, but in the end it was in vain.

Although the tattoo artist persisted for a full day and night with one enemy and three, he eventually died and was finally buried here.

This is a cemetery and a warning sign.

Even a thousand-pattern tattoo artist who violates the rules of the flag has to die, who can ignore it?

Who dares to ignore it?