I'm Really A Newcomer

Jiang Mian retracted his thoughts.

The all-encompassing light screen occupies the entire vast sky above the Jiyue playground.

He suddenly felt a little palpitated.

After the Flower Moon comes the Ji Moon.

The tall and handsome man on the big screen pursed his thin lips.

There is a faint black mole under Li Yu's right eyelid.

This was the first time Jiang Mian had seen the Wuyue military leader.

His pupils began to dilate.

In the three-front battle with the Western Kingdom, one road is the Celin battlefield, the other is the mountain battlefield, and the last road is the Wuyue rebel army in Lizhou.

Although Chen Ling was beheaded by Ye Taoli in front of the Yunlan Hall, he had secretly raised one-sixth of the entire military camp in the separatist army that he had secretly raised in Wuyue over the years and instigated rebellion through Soul Resurrection.

In this unexpected chaos, the commander of the First Division of Yuanyue was assassinated by the rebels.

Xu Qian followed Li Yu silently.

After Xu Qingtian became the clan leader, his status naturally increased.

Xu Qian is now the most respected son of the Yue clan in name, but there is not even a trace of arrogance and arrogance on his calm face.

Xu Qian was holding the long sword named Chunyi. The dark green blade of the hidden scabbard had already washed away the blood of hundreds of people.

Chunyi cut off not only the rebel's neck, but also his humiliating past like a wild dog in the selection of the five armies.

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At this point, all five military camps have appeared.

After the list of players was announced, the generals looked at the rising stars gathered in the audience.

At this moment, the Jiyue playground completely occupies the present and future of the Fifth Army.

Amidst the loud sound of the horn, the memories of the world inexplicably flooded into Jiang Mian's heart.

"Xiucai, I hate that I didn't read more."

"Qing Ping Le·Inscribed on Luqiao."

"I saw how charming Qingshan was, and I expected Qingshan to be so charming when he saw me."

"Lanshan."

"Amidst the hustle and bustle, the old man has a pair of sad and sharp eyes."

Jiang Mian had a splitting headache, and his internal organs felt like they had been tortured in the cold.

The veins all over his body popped out, and Qing Jun's face was as pale as a floating corpse that had been suspended for ten days.

"Jiang Mian? Jiang Mian!"

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The spring spirit in Xu Qian's hand was wrapped with endless exuberant sword shadows. Under the protection of the protection mechanism set up by Lu Fang, Shen Fan only managed to sustain one sword blow before flying out of the field in embarrassment.

Under the uniform and high-spirited encouragement of Jiyue soldiers, the atmosphere of the entire competition reached a climax.

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Jiang Mian's body seemed to have been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, but his soul seemed to be sublimated in this bustling crowd.

"Princess... no... don't worry about me."

Jiang Mian tremblingly held the porcelain white wrist stretched out by Ye Taoli.

"I, I'm about to see it..."

"Sister Xun!"

Ye Taoli's trembling voice was swallowed up by the trumpets of the confrontation between Shuangyue and Jiyue's armies.

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Su Fa tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, his pair of peach blossom eyes as bright as spring flowers seemed to be smiling but not smiling in the blurred halo.

Chi Yan's figure moved like a ghost in this dizzying light.

…

Chen Xun turned around at the call, and Jiang Mian's seven orifices were flowing with broken red blood beads.

He stood up suddenly, and Ye Zi, who was thousands of meters away, suddenly looked horrified.

the other side.

A coquettish manjushuahua flower grew uncontrollably on his palm, and a sea of ​​crimson blood seemed to be spreading out from the entire Jiyue playground.

Ye Zi's cold facial features froze in an instant.

Ye Taoli, who is cold and broken, and Chen Xun, who is about to be moved.

There was a mixture of sword lights and sword shadows off the field.

Time and space stopped at this moment, as if something came to the world.

Thousands of people in Jiyue playground were silent.

In the dead silence, the "Selected Poems of the Song Dynasty" that had been placed in Chu Jing suddenly came out.

As the pages of the book turned violently, countless words danced in the vast Jiyue playground.

The big screen in the sky that reproduces the duel scenes in real time is full of light and shadow, like a film recording a long life.

The fleeting words began to form sentences of bold and unrestrained or affectionate poems.

"Eight hundred miles away, the soldiers under my command are being burned, the sound of fifty strings tumbling beyond the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield are in autumn."

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"Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf as a coward, and won the hasty visit to the north."

"Forty-three years, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road."

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"The crowd searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place."

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"I saw how charming Qingshan was, and I expected Qingshan to be so charming when he saw me."

"If you don't hate the ancients, they see everything. If you hate the ancients, they don't see me."

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"But I exchanged ten thousand words of plain military policy for my boss's tree-planting book."

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"There are moving clouds in the sky, and people are in the moving clouds."

Suddenly ripples appeared in the still space, and someone came from the clouds.

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The sky above looks like an officialdom outside the Great Wall and a field.

I couldn't tell whether it was a person or not.

Armor, official uniforms, gowns, peasant clothes, official uniforms.

Anger, frivolity, depression, melancholy, excitement, and regret.

Clothes and emotions were changing wildly on his visible body.

Reciting poems and composing dialogues, the light of swords and shadows.

The old man's sick face gradually showed the color of life, and his wrinkles of vicissitudes of life dissipated under his steps.

He gradually approached Jiang Mian.

The bright red blood beads on Jiang Mian's face turned into solid powder and dispersed.

Those bleak days of despair and aging were abandoned like these blood beads.

He stared deeply at the military life in front of him that he had longed for.

The young man who had returned to his youth stretched out his right hand towards Jiang Mian.

The young master is unparalleled in the world.

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"The whale drinks before swallowing the sea..." Xin Qiji said with a smile.

The two figures merged under the colorful light curtain.

The "Selected Song Ci" that was hovering in mid-air suddenly fell to the ground.

Suddenly there was a strong wind.

The recovered leaves suddenly recalled the other side of the world, and the swaying Manjushuahua turned into nothingness.

Chi Yan was finally defeated under Su Fa's fierce offensive.

The bright girl who sheathed her sword suddenly looked up in horror at the sky stained with sword intent.

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"The sword energy is gone." Jiang Mian said softly.