Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

Sunset afterglow.

Walking alone in the desert.

It seems that even eagles and wolves are afraid of this bloody face.

"The vulgar warrior finally compromises with the old fox who holds the power."

Dao Bugu twitched the corners of his mouth, his breath extremely gloomy.

The so-called grievances and debts belong to the owner, and the cause and effect should not be in that lonely city. It is ridiculous that he thinks he despises the world, but he is still bound by worldly interests.

"Shelley, father will kill Huyan old dog sooner or later. Today, let Gu Changan pay for his life first."

The purple robe marched forward in the sky, and the dust was flying like a landslide.

In the extreme distance, the lonely figure in the desert descended from the tower, standing next to the Twenty Li Territory Banner, with the blood sword hanging three feet in front of him.

Gu Changan could feel the powerful and continuous energy, he didn't stand still like the last time, he held the sword directly through the fire, and the blood and flames shot the blade of the sword.

"Looking at your spirit, it really is unprecedented greatness."

The sound was like a torn bell knocking the dead silence, and the ugly purple-robed monster swept over in a flash, and the air leaked out to build a mirage.

Flowers blooming in spring, shaded by greenery, and picturesque rivers and boats are also scenery that Gu Changan has never seen in his life.

Knowing it was fake, he couldn't help but lust after it a few more times.

"Have you committed suicide for your country?" Dao Bugu's voice was hoarse, standing nine feet away from the flag.

Although he compromised with power, it did not mean that he lost the character of Jianghu people.

Gu Changan is respectable, worthy of respect, and worthy of respect.

But killing her daughter must pay for her life, which is also justice in all corners of the world.

Gu Changan smiled, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice stopped in an obscure manner:

"I want to die, but I'm afraid that I won't do my best. After I die, I will have no face to see Anxi Yinghun, so I have to fight."

Dao Bugu stared at the blood gurgling in his arms, then looked at the gloomy scarlet abyss, and praised:

"You are horrible."

After he finished speaking, one hand was behind his back, and the other hand was slowly pushed out.

Accompanied by the blood, the blood sword cut down the scarlet and black mist terrifying sword formation. With just one sword, it seemed like thousands of swords were advancing layer by layer.

"The so-called will of the sky is irreversible, and the order of the Great Dao cannot be violated. Just like I have been practicing in the abyss for twenty-five years, you are afraid that you are not even twenty-five years old, so why do you dare to use a sword."

Dao Bu Gu opened his mouth unhurriedly, flicked his fingers, and the killing sword qi that was flying like a phoenix nirvana instantly vanished.

He stretched out his palm to break the sword stance, stood up from the ground, and held down the bloody wooden sword lightly, only a few drops of blood dripped from the back of his palm, and the blood sword did not advance an inch.

Although the blood-red sword was growing like a tide, it was still smashed by the nails layer by layer.

"Three thousand years in the East, you are the saddest character!"

The knife is not alone.

The Central Plains Fool in front of him is a small carp that grows on land. It has never touched water, and has actually gained a few pounds.

Once you leave the land and go to the lake, you will have to turn the carp into a dragon, and occupy the lake to dominate the life and death of the big fish and prawns.

In the world, whose talent can see his back?

"If you go to the New World to be baptized, you will be invincible in ten years."

"If I were you and pretended to surrender to the empire, it's a pity that you can't even bend down!"

Dao Bugu pushed the palm of his hand again, and the blood sword was broken. Although the body of the sword was self-made by blood, there was still a clearly visible crack.

He didn't need to open his mouth, just because he could easily see through a person's talent after 25 years of meditation on the altar of the abyss.

This man with the most kind in the East has truly invincible aptitude!

Gu Changan didn't move, he had already tried his best to live, but the monster on the opposite side could easily make him unable to live.

"You shouldn't despair, you have experienced too much darkness that is more desperate than death."

Seeing that he has no intention of killing himself,

Dao Bugu's palm surged with majestic energy, and the long sword clanked, slashing an invincible knife from the air.

The loess cracked open, and the wind and waves were cut into two mutually exclusive air curtains. The red-robed man fell deep into the loess, and was swept up by the sword energy and flew 30 feet upside down.

Gu Changan's seven orifices were bleeding, and he took a deep breath.

The coldness and heat collided wildly in the body, scraping the limbs and even every piece of flesh and blood.

He moved his lips with difficulty, but there was no resentment in his eyes, instead there was a sense of relief.

But.

The conscience of responsibility, and the guilt that followed, plunged his soul into a vortex of pain like a boulder, unable to extricate himself.

"I'm sorry for Anxi Yinghun, I'm sorry for the Central Plains nation, I'm sorry for those Han people who were enslaved by barbarians, I really can't hold it anymore..."

"Maybe I'm sorry for myself, I haven't been really happy even for a day."

Gu Changan murmured softly, his face looking up at Gucheng.

It should be noted that Ling Yunzhi was a young man, and he was once the first-class in the world. Is it considered that I have made first-class achievements in my life?

"I don't enter the city, and I don't hurt innocent people."

"Let these insignificant characters continue to live their normal lives, but they will probably accompany you to Huangquan."

The knife stood upright with his hands behind his back, his blond hair danced in the wind, and after speaking the roar of the wind, a wave of terror shrouded the figure of the red robe, and was forced to die.

He showed a very funny and ugly smile, looked into the distance filled with wind and sand, and felt the rickety giant shadow.

"The drama of leaving people under the knife is not worthy of praise." Dao Bugu drove the majestic Qi machine and collided with the invisible palm in the air.

"So it's you!" He looked coldly at the person who came.

The hunched figure stepped forward, one palm pushed the air machine horizontally, the other clenched fist was released suddenly, and two lines of turbid old tears were rushing down.

"Sixty-three years... Sixty-three years." Gao Chaoen's lips trembled.

In the Gobi Desert, where hundreds of thousands of rotten corpses lie, he originally planned to return to Yumen Pass.

Perceiving the traces left by the surging sword qi, the ghost traveled hundreds of miles.

When he saw the red flag with the indistinguishable "Tang" character on the flag, the 100-year-old man was shocked for the first time and rushed towards the lonely city almost hysterically.

He didn't come late, and he could still see the Tang Dynasty territory deep in the Western Regions.

Dao Bugu didn't move, maybe he had other plans, so he introduced to the man in the pool of blood:

"Li Tang Gao Chaoen, the confidant eunuch of the current empress, you have no regrets before your death."

Gu Changan's rapidly falling soul suddenly erupted in strength. He raised his eyes and looked at it for a long time. He stood up against the horribly injured body and walked towards the flag step by step.

Dao Bu Gu did not speak.

And Gao Chaoen was in tears, how could he be calm after witnessing this scene.

The bloody man walked for a long time and finally came to the side of the flag.

"The Anxi Army has lived up to its mission. In sixty-three years, no inch of soil has been lost, and the mountains and rivers are safe."

Heaven and earth are silent.

Gu Changan's weak voice fluttered in the wind, as if it drifted into Gao Chaoen's internal organs, causing him to feel severe pain.

In the hinterland of the barbarians, the Anxi Army persisted for sixty-three years, and in the Wanli Desert, a Great Tang city stood still.

"It does not lose the nation, it does not lose the Central Plains, and it does not lose the favor of the emperor."

Gu Changan said in a low voice, exhausted all his strength, and then lay down freely under the banner.

He could finally die in peace.

This moment was the happiest moment in his life.

Finally handing over the burden of making him live like a ghost to others, he can finally step into the underworld and fight with his relatives on the battlefield of the underworld.

"You..." Gao Chaoen's voice choked, and a wave of grief swallowed him like a wave, and he didn't know what to say.

"His name is Gu Changan, he grew up with a hundred family meals, defended the city and killed the enemy at the age of ten, killed five with one sword at the age of eleven, killed nine with one sword at the age of twelve, killed one hundred with one sword at the age of fifteen, and wiped out all by one at the age of twenty. Three thousand warriors killed seven thousand alone at the age of twenty-one."

For a moment, Dao Bugu looked at the ruined and ancient blood-colored city, and pointed:

"Standing there at the age of twenty-two, he was alone in the face of three great masters and 11,000 imperial soldiers, and he survived."

"It's been decades, do you know what the only glory of the Tang State Sheji is? A child in the Western Regions who no one cares about, to expand the territory for you!"

"The Central Plains cowards, you still have the face to come here!"

The knife is not alone in the sky, aside from the revenge of killing the daughter, he is too in awe of this kind of persistence in desperate situations, the so-called Jianghu spirit, in the face of such an indestructible belief, only worship.

Of course, he must be selfish.

Reaching a deal with Huyan Laogou, using the location of the abyss as a bargaining chip, vowed not to reveal the isolated city to the empire, but it does not mean that it cannot be informed of Dongtu.

After the exposure, the entire Huyan clan will be slashed with thousands of swords, and the old Huyan dog's head hangs in the holy city and is nailed to the pillar of shame!

Gao Chaoen's body trembled violently, tears filled his eyes, he fell to the ground, kneeling to thank Anxi Yinghun, but he didn't even have the courage to look at the blood-covered child.

In the dark years, I saw my relatives leave one by one. In the end, I was left to stick to the lonely city, changing the battlefield where ordinary people have died thousands of times, but still holding the torch of hope high.

The most cruel torture in the world has come to this child, and the most painful despair shrouded him.

"I'm sorry, it's late... it's late." Gao Chaoen's heart was cut like a knife.

In vain, he feels sad for the collapse of the Central Plains civilization day and night. In the Western Regions, where the Central Plains are almost forgotten, there is a child who is a hundred times desperate and still trying to persevere.

"Just come." Gu Changan didn't mean to be sad, he just said softly:

"He will recover the Western Regions from the Central Plains. If you have time, please fold a peach blossom and send it to my grave."

Dao Bu Gu is silent, some things must be done, some people must be killed.

He decisively crushed his sympathy and said solemnly:

"One person can kill ten thousand, even a saint can't do it. Who else in the world can do it? The supreme military general who should have been proud of his youth, has ended up like this."

"If you want me to say, the meat eaters in the Central Plains are all beasts! Can you pretend to shed a few tears in exchange for looking back on the despairing twenty-three years of Chang'an?"

"Get out of the Western Regions!!"

The long sword rises, the wind spreads, and the murderous intention is revealed.

Gao Chaoen didn't say a word, slowly got up and stood in the air, with tears still on his face, but his cloudy eyes were extraordinarily firm.

not back.

"Huh?" Dao Bugu gave a strange yin and yang, and said incredulously:

"You mediocre mediocrity, Zhongyuan even scolds you for fleeing, how do you have the courage to face me?"

For a moment, Gu Changan swallowed the bitterness in his throat and felt dizzy.

Invisible vines wrapped around his ankles, and the darkness around him pressed down like a wall, and there was no light at all.

"Why, I'm a rotten life!" He couldn't stop murmuring, he wanted to embrace freedom, he wanted to be released from death, but often things would make him more painful.

Why not go?

Bring the news back to the Central Plains, let Anxi's heroic soul have no regrets, and let the people of the nation rekindle their fighting spirit, isn't it good?

"When will I need your help!" Gu Changan was hysterical, he wanted to end the sixty-three years, and he wanted to die without any regrets.

Gao Chaoen moved his lips, his fingers twitched violently a few times, and suddenly he said loudly:

"The miscellaneous family can't retire, and I don't want to retire!"

Dao Bugu stared at him, shook his head and laughed:

"Yanmenguan Pass of the Great Wall, you lost to Gongsun Ge of the State of Yan and escaped."

"The Yangtze River Chibi, you lost to Duke Qin of Eastern Wu and escaped."

"Bring the emperor's order to the holy city to rescue the captured general. You were surrounded and suppressed by three enlightened people, and you also escaped by virtue of your physical skills."

"The well-known high escape, in a lonely city, want to taste the heroic spirit for the first time?"

Gao Chaoen was silent, bright and upright, and he nodded and said:

"Yes, the miscellaneous family is full of bad deeds."

He looked at the lonely child. This is the fuel of the Tang Dynasty and even the Chinese civilization, which cannot be extinguished.

Gao Chaoen shouted angrily:

"But this time, the miscellaneous family won't leave!"

Dao Bugu let out a burst of joyful laughter from the bottom of his heart, raised his finger and pointed at Gao Chaoen, saying:

"If you want to run, I can't stop your movement, but you sent me most of the time, do you want to be buried with you?"

"Do you really think that the old man who relies on the dragon spirit of the Tang Dynasty has the ability to compete with the abyss peak enlightened person!"

He suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Gao escaped to find this place. Dragon energy and national fortune complemented each other. This territory made him feel something.

"Although the old and disabled body of the miscellaneous family has withered, it is barely worthy of use."

"In the face of this lonely and loyal city, only by killing a savage, can I make a toast to Anxi's heroic soul after death."

Gao Chaoen closed his eyes and slowed his breathing.

"The root is broken, but the spine is not broken." Dao Bugu nodded playfully and handed it out.

The yellow sand with a radius of 100 miles was suddenly lifted up by him with Qi, and it was suspended in the air.

Gao Chaoen pushed out with both hands, not to face the powerful and unparalleled sword qi, but to face the sky in a hold-up shape.

"For fifty years, today is the most reassuring day for the miscellaneous family."

Suddenly.

Heaven and Earth resonate.

The corners of Dao Bugu's mouth twitched, and his bloody face finally showed a hint of fear, and then he was horrified.

The air was rolling like a tidal wave, and the thunder rang out.

In the barren and desolate desert, an instant vision arose. Behind Gao Chaoen, there seemed to be the Yellow River galloping, the Great Wall was crossing, and a dragon was entangled.

The knife is not alone, and is on the verge of falling, and two words are spit out from his mouth:

"Sanctification."

...

Chang'an.

Si Tianjian Jiancheng, wearing a bamboo crown, trotted all the way to the Golden Palace, disregarding the etiquette of the court meeting, and was extremely excited:

"Your Majesty, Eunuch Gao is sanctified!"

"Saint! Great Tang gave birth to a martial arts saint!"

The courtroom fell silent and fell into an endless silence, and then the civil and military officials raised their arms and shouted, so excited that they couldn't control themselves.

In the precarious situation of the Central Plains, there is a great need for the birth of martial arts saints. The Tang Dynasty, whose martial arts is decadent, also urgently needs the saints to appear in the world, and guide them to a bright path.

On the throne, the empress wearing the crown had pale cheeks, and her fingers tightly gripped the armrest.

Gao Chaoen has no talent for sanctification at all, and forcibly knocking on the gate of heaven is the road to self-destruction.

...

"How brave!"

Dao Bugu tried his best to restrain his mood swings, the long knife was constantly overflowing with purple air, and there was no need to hide it.

A castle in the air without a foundation, no matter how gorgeous, smash it!

"saint."

Gao Chaoen's seven orifices bleed, and the dragon qi and thunder and lightning behind him turned into five, and he held on to Dao Bu Gu's terrifying knife, which stuck to his eyelids and added a bloody scar.

"God thief, dare to take my palm!!"

Gao Chaoen didn't even look at Dao Bu Gu, his scarlet old eyes stared at the sky.

He no longer calls himself an eunuch, he is an upright man.

"A neutered dog of the Li family dares to bark."

The knife rose up on the ground, and his figure was in the air, trying to grab Gao Chaoen and drag him down, but the thunder and lightning of the dragon qi that had not disappeared still scorched his face.

The peak of the enlightened person is only one step away from the saint, but this short step is as impenetrable as a moat.

Only by delaying until the oil runs out, can the old eunuch be sent to the underworld.

Gu Chang stood quietly beside the flag, watching the fighting in the new world, watching the rickety old man roaring at the sky.

"I didn't dare to look forward to it before, but today I firmly believe that one day, Zhongyuan will break through the holy city of barbarians, but I have to see what the thief God has arranged in the abyss!"

"If the Central Plains civilization is to be annihilated in the smoke and dust of history, the will of Heaven is not worthy!"

Gao Chaoen shouted furiously, the dragon qi surging in the sky, this 100-year-old old man, this Li Tang servant who had been restrained all his life, let out an unbridled roar for the first time in his life.

"The sky must take care of the Central Plains?" Dao Bu Gu tumbled and stood on the ground, trying to speak and delay to become a saint.

"For thousands of years, are there few natural disasters in the Central Plains?"

"That fertile land was laid down by the ancestors of Huanghuang Qingshi, and it was not given by God. How could farming and iron smelting not be slowly explored by the ancestors, how could God give it?"

"Why did the power of heaven and earth fall on the barbarians! Is it fair?"

The wrinkles on Gao Chaoen's face were visible to the naked eye, and he was old like a dandelion in the wind, but he still stood tall.

"Despair is right." Dao Bugu twisted his face, like a ferocious wolf dormant waiting to be devoured, with the knife cutting through the mysterious traces.

"To shut up!"

Gao Chaoen roared, no longer looking at the sky.

The so-called saints lead the world, but the thieves are indifferent, and the saints are nothing more than that.

He looked at the red-robed figure with disheveled hair, looked at the blood sword hanging in the air, and said softly:

"Child, let me do my best."

As soon as the words fell, a large piece of dragon energy and thunder and lightning evaporated in an instant, turning into the fastest and most insipid holy force.

Dao Bu Gu was frightened and didn't dare to take over, he just wanted to quickly distance himself from Eunuch Gao, the farther the better.

Running away is shameful, but useful.

is that useful?

He has never set foot in the Holy Land, and he is even less aware of the ability of the saint, but the Tianling Gai shattered into powder to remind him, just like what he said to Gu Changan.

The will of heaven is irreversible, and the order of the avenues cannot be violated.

The whole person was smashed into the loess, and the heavenly cover, shoulder bones, internal organs and meridians were all smashed with one palm.

Knife is not alone with hatred and perishes.

The vision of heaven and earth disappeared completely, the rickety old man staggered, walked forward, walked far and far, suddenly stopped, looked back at the lonely city:

"Can I die in it?"

"Please." He was used to seeing too many deaths, but Gu Changan still had an unspeakable sadness.

"Sooner or later, people will die, and they can die within the territory, vigorously, and not useless."

One old and one young did not speak, and in the wind and sand, they walked into the lonely city with each other's arms.

Gao Chaoen went up to the watchtower and walked past every blood-stained brick. They witnessed the heroic heroism of 63 years and the most desperate perseverance in Chinese history.

I also saw a man who stood up to the sky grow up.

Gao Chaoen leaned on the railing and looked out, as if he wanted to stand on guard for Gu Changan, but it was difficult for him to stand firm and sighed:

"Child, you are so miserable."

Gu Changan smiled, laughing at this world that gods hate and ghosts, and maybe laughing at himself.

In fact, he is not lacking in luck. Once in a Buddhist shrine, he escaped before dying.

But what followed was despair and boundless responsibility. He had to continue to station here, looking into the distance day after day.

But his hazy spirit regained clarity.

At least Anxi's heroic soul has not been forgotten, at least there are still people from the Central Plains who will stand outside the city without hesitation and will not retreat.

Gao Chaoen looked at his smile and said softly:

"The way you smile is like the brightest sunbeam in Chang'an City."

"Sooner or later, Chang'an will shine, please be sure to live."

After speaking, he turned his eyes to the half peach branch, Wanglou was unique, perhaps it was the spiritual sustenance of the child.

When the soldiers were relieved, Gao Chaoen landed on the peach branch with his last qi machine, and then died of qi death in the east.

Die smiling.

Gu Changan was motionless, and the familiar pain swept through his body again. I had just met him, so why was he so sad.

The half peach branch soon gave birth to a new bud, and Gu Changan held it carefully, as if holding his own soul.

"People are in the city."

"Not going back."

...

Jinling, Star Observatory.

Many masters gathered, and even Emperor Chu, who was wearing a black gold dragon robe, stood on the tower, and countless eyes stared at the girl in Taoist clothes.

"Gao Chaoen returns to the sky." Li Ping said in a low voice, his eyelashes trembling.

The atmosphere was instantly depressed.

Sanctified, to heaven.

Before and after, but half the time of the incense stick.

After the long dead silence, Emperor Chu let out a long sigh:

"Why are you begging to die?"

Everyone looked solemn, sad and doubtful.

In fact, after seeing Gao Chaoen's sanctification, the Master concluded that he would die, but he knew that he would die, so why should he not turn back?

Relying on the Dragon Qi of the Tang Dynasty to barely prolong his life, how dare he covet a martial arts saint.

"Master." Emperor Chu respectfully looked at the elegant old man with fluttering white hair, who was also the only saint in the state of Chu.

"hope."

"It is the hope of sanctifying him."

The master frowned deeply. He was very aware of Gao Chaoen's situation. He used the Dragon Qi of the Tang Dynasty to protect his life. Only the hope brought by the national fortune of the Tang Dynasty could break through the shackles and step into the holy realm for a short time.

"Who gave him hope?" Emperor Chu was astonished.

Everyone, including the Master, was silent.

Who is Gao Chaoen? I would rather bear the infamy of Gao escaping, but also protect the Li Tanghuang clan.

He can't die. He is the only enlightened person of the Li family, so he has run for his life shamelessly many times, just for the sake of Li Tangsheji.

He does not want to die, no one can let him die unless his lifespan is exhausted.

What kind of hope can make Gao Chaoen die willingly and willingly?

"Portrait of people." Li Ping looked confident.

Emperor Chu nodded, and Li Wan arranged for Gao Chaoen to go to Yumen Pass to look for the portrait person. He should have found it, but what happened?

...

ps: Only 6k5, still begging for a monthly pass...