Li Changan picked up the wine in front of him and sipped a small mouthful. In an instant, he felt that his internal organs were burning like fire, and a powerful spiritual power went straight into the dantian from his throat; the qi holes in his body were rapidly moving, absorbing spiritual power frantically; the sea of ​​qi in his dantian rolled, and suddenly there was a sign of breaking through the ninth level from the eighth level of the Qi Refining Period.

Li Changan's face turned rosy and he exhaled a breath of turbid air, "What kind of wine is this?"

Lu Qiqian took a sip and said, "This wine is called 'Zhenyun Liquid', but it's a good thing. When he was drinking with Senior Brother Wang in the past, he couldn't bear to take it out. This time I'm taking advantage of you."

"Do you know why the master told you not to rush to practice?" Lu Qi asked Li Changan.

Li Changan shook his head, "I don't know."

Lu Qi explained to Li Changan: "You made a breakthrough too fast some time ago, which caused the Qihai Sea to be unstable, so the master told you not to rush to practice; Senior Brother Wang also saw that the Qihai Sea was unstable, so he took out the Yinyun Liquid to moisturize you with hundreds of acupoints."

Wang Tianlong turned a deaf ear to the words of the two. He looked at the wine in his hand and thought about the past glorious years. At that time, he had not broken his arms yet, and he and his former Lord Haoran stood on the left and right side of the white clothes, looking at the thousands of troops on the battlefield. How magnificent it was.

"Golden swords and iron horses, how romantic!" Wang Tianlong picked up the wine at his hand and drank it all in one go.

Wang Tianlong's eyes gradually returned to clearness. He asked Lu Qie: "Little Lu, I remember you also participated in that war."

Lu Qi's usual honesty was gone, and he nodded, "I'm lucky enough to fight with his fellow disciples until the last battle in the northern part of the Seychelles."

"Do you still remember what happened in the last battle?"

Lu Qi shook his head and said, "At that time, my cultivation was too low... I had only time... I saw the decisive white clothes, and then fainted. Fortunately, my senior brothers brought me back to the sect."

Lu Qi was talking about a decisive white dress, what is decisive? Li Changan looked at the two and asked, "What happened in the Battle of the North of the Frontier back then?"

Wang Tianlong said: "Since your grandfather Xu Tianbao didn't say it, your master didn't tell you either; then I can't speak up. After all, those who know the cause and effect of this matter are the only ones who are superior, except for someone who is superior, your master and Xu Tianbao know the whole story."

Seeing that Wang Tianlong was unwilling to say more, Li Changan did not continue to ask.

Wang Tianlong looked towards Taiyuan Pavilion and said again: "I heard that Liu Bai came out of seclusion yesterday."

Lu Qi nodded, "A few days ago, tides in the world were surging and storms. The fortune of the entire Han Dynasty was gathered on the heads of our Nine Heavens Sword Sect. If it was not bad, Liu Bai would probably have broken the mirror."

Wang Tianlong sighed: "I have been practicing for most of my life before I reach the God Transformation Stage. Liu Bai has only practiced for so many years!"

Lu Qi asked, "My junior brother, why don't we go to Taiyuan Pavilion to have a look?"

Wang Tianlong shook his head, "Don't go; after Liu Bai broke through the gates, he went out."

Lu Qi frowned and said unhappily: "Where is he going? I thought if he came out of seclusion, he would come to see his junior brother as soon as possible."

"I don't know either." Wang Tianlong said: "Liu Bai's child is also hardworking. The burden of Taiyuan Pavilion is one person, and he is much tired than you and me."

Li Changan didn't know what to say, so he picked up the wine in front of him and drank it all. After the strong wine entered his stomach, it turned into a powerful spiritual power. Li Changan closed his eyes and focused on refining the spiritual power.

When Li Changan opened his eyes, it was already dusk.

After chatting with Wang Tianlong for a few more words, Lu Qi and Li Changan were about to leave.

When Lu Qi walked to the gate of the courtyard, Wang Tianlong's voice suddenly came, "You kid, don't sneak into Bajian Pavilion in the future. If you have the ability to take the Kunlun giant sword, just take it."

After hearing this, Lu Qi ran over and hugged Wang Tianlong, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

"Let go, remember to bring wine next time." Wang Tianlong struggled away from Lu Qi's arms.

After Li Changan and Lu Qi left, Wang Tianlong sat lonely in the courtyard.

How many years have passed? Wang Tianlong calculated, "Have you been eighteen years?"

Wang Tianlong recalled eighteen years ago, it was like the dusk today.

The border of the Han Dynasty was high and the earth was vast. Under the sky and the sky was thousands of miles away, the goshawks were slanted westward.

Under his leadership, the 800,000 Han army was led by a square battle formation composed of 400,000 soldiers on the left and right sides, arranged on both sides of the east and west sides; the eight thousand monks in the air were flying swords across the sky, and the "buzzing" sounds made by the flying swords were trembling. The triangular sword formation composed of 8,000 sword cultivators were like the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

Three big formations are facing each other, ready to face up to the battlefield!

In front of the two battle formations on the ground, a young man in white robe stood with a sword. On the right was Wang Tianlong and on the right was the Lord of Haoran Pavilion. The cold wind in the early morning of the northern desert blew the white clothes and the sound of the young man's hair was bound by a golden hairband.

The desert is yellow sand and the autumn wind is bleak.

"Three years of war, thousands of monks died tragically; on the battlefield, millions of soldiers were buried in the border, all because of me!" The young man murmured to himself. Wang Tianlong heard the man beside him silently chanting—

Haven't you seen it? Walking on the river and snowing on the seaside, the plain sand and turbulent yellow into the sky.

Haven't you seen the lonely smoke on the border and the desert in autumn, and the geese scattered across the sky in the north.

Haven't you seen how many bones are left outside the 12 states of Han State?

Haven't you seen the two armies facing each other, and the Han soldiers are all dead!

Wang Tianlong knew the young man’s self-blame and knew that he had regretted taking over the Han military talisman.

However, Wang Tianlong knew more that he took over the Han military talisman, not to increase his title or to keep his name for the eternal period, but to save the people of the Han Dynasty from war, and to the efforts of the two ancestors of the Li family, and not to be wasted.

Gradually, he saw the young man's eyes brighten and he began to command the army and carry out the final decisive battle.

In that battle, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed and pestles drifted.

On the desert in the northern border, the young man's white clothes had long been dyed blood red, and the "pure sword" in his left hand was trembling slightly.

I thought I would win a battle with a certainty, and the grass snake gray line was hidden thousands of miles away; all kinds of conspiracies emerged one after another.

The young man looked up at the sky.

Faced with such a situation, my Li family man...

Only?

Death on the battlefield!

"General Tiance Li Yunfei informed the entire army that our army could no longer break through, our army could no longer break through, and the soldiers of the entire army were ready to attack the enemy! Prepare to assault the enemy!"

This sentence is pronounced with supreme cultivation and resounds throughout the battlefield in an instant.

"Long live the Great Chu!"

After a roar, the white-clothed roared and charged, leaving only a slightly thin but resolute back for Wang Tianlong.

Wang Tianlong crushed the wine glass in his hand and his face turned gloomy.

As a young man's best friend, he felt worthless for his death!

Wang Tianlong felt that Li Yunfei was worthy of his ancestors' enthusiasm and the four words on the imperial plaque in the ancestral hall - all the loyal and martyrs!

I am worthy of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect.

He also deserves the utmost respect for the soldiers who died in the battlefield.

But I am ashamed of the two.

One of them sacrificed her love for her, Xu Qing.

Looking at the thin back that had already walked out of the courtyard, Wang Tianlong said angrily: "Eighteen years ago, why are you ashamed!"
Chapter completed!