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Time is ticking slowly.

Jiang Chen is breaking through.

Twenty years is enough time to turn the whole world upside down.

Among the Condor Valley.

Yang came out.

Condor epee, acrostic impermanence

What is love, sixteen years of covenant

Three gold needles, the love of a lifetime.

Life and death, the top of Mount Hua.

The story of the Condor is being written, and the waves of the times continue.

But the fallen rivers and lakes seem to be unable to be pulled back at all.

Jiangshan is overturning, Shenzhou is on the way, even if it is a prosperous martial arts, only Yang Guo alone leads the way, and the third Huashan sword discussion is only one more Yang Guo.

And that’s just the rivers and lakes.

Kingdom, civilization.

Even more declined.

The originally crumbling Great Song.

At this moment, it began to collapse inch by inch.

Meng Yuan is invading in a big way.

Even with the support of the Quanzhen faction, this broken mountain and river was completely unstoppable.

Meng Yuan’s iron horse swept the world.

Even if it is a natural danger scene, it can no longer bind this southbound iron hoof.

The end came at this moment.

Xiangyang, the army is encircling and suppressing.

Guo Jing is resisting with difficulty, even if he has stepped into the innate, but at this moment, he has become more and more unable to persist.

Above the ruined Xiangyang City Tower.

It is an injury that is being transported.

The battle was recorded once.

Above the city tower, most of the once magnificent pride has turned into numbness at this time, whether it is martial arts masters or soldiers.

At this time, they are no longer veterans of a hundred wars, but remnants of a hundred battles, and they are engaged in a war that is obviously fruitless and has no future.

Under the castle tower.

It was a famous Mongolian soldier gathered.

War horses neighed, and the huge army could barely see the edge.

In the midst of the army, huge buildings like monsters stood up, and they were rapidly approaching Xiangyang City.

It was not a trebuchet, it was made by the Semu people for the Mongol army, the most powerful and most terrifying siege equipment in the era of cold weapons, and it could fire a return cannon with one hundred and fifty kilograms of stone bullets!

The huge kinetic energy is enough to destroy the small city in an instant, and even the large city can hardly withstand several of his bombardments.

The ancient city of Xiangyang, which was established for thousands of years, is also crumbling under its impact.

And under the weapons of terror is the army of terror.

From Asia, to the Western Regions, from the Western Regions to Europe.

This is enough to make the world tremble an army of all known civilizations.

Destroyer of the East, whip of God.

A few decades ago, they set out from Asia and directly penetrated the end of the entire known civilization.

Whether it is the flower-filled Southern Song Dynasty or the European countries with medieval aristocratic feelings, they can only defeat in the face of this army.

Perhaps the only difference is that the Southern Song Dynasty, a fragile dynasty, can hold out for a while longer.

But that’s about it.

Because this is not only the tide of the times, but also the absolute crushing of strength.

Xiangyang, this is just a scene.

And this is actually already an isolated city.

After all, the course of this world is not exactly the same as history.

Now, the entire Great Song Dynasty has begun to enter the scene of the Battle of Yashan Sea.

Even in the south, a large area has been occupied by the Mongols, and twenty years is enough to make this already crumbling dynasty completely overturned.

Under the bloody sky.

War soon broke out.

The fight began.

There was a huge roar, which was the impact of the return cannon.

The walls were shattering, and a large number of Mongol soldiers were heading towards the towers.

Today is another difficult day of fighting.

When night falls.

Above the city tower, there are even more scars.

Even Guo Jing’s heart couldn’t help but fluctuate.

Not regret, but sigh.

And behind him at this time.

The figure of the hill machine appeared.

Eventually, he went down anyway.

Jiang Chen had been gone for twenty years, and the Quanzhen Sect could not be found.

Without Jiang Chen’s decision, there were still some things that needed to be done.

So the hill machine went down.

And his strength had already entered the ninth layer of Qi cultivation at this moment, and he was only one step away from the Foundation Building Realm.

It’s just that such strength, on this kind of battlefield, still can’t do much.

Even if the Quanzhen Sect spell at this moment is further perfected, the Qi Cultivation Realm is still a person, not an immortal.

“Changchun Zhenren, can Jing’er please you with one thing.”

With a sighing voice speaking, Guo Jing’s words also seemed to be more low.

This hero seems to be a little tired.

“Jing’er, you say?”

Qiu Zhiji nodded, took a deep breath, and spoke softly, even if he did not hear the content, he still agreed.

This former teenager, now the North Xia, even he has to admire it.

“Help bring the broken capture, go with Xiang’er, Xiangyang can’t be saved.”

“I know I’m a little selfish, but Rong’er doesn’t want to.”

There were some tears in Guo Jing’s tiger eyes, even if these words made his heart tremble, but he still said it.

“Jing’er!”

Qiu opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

With Guo Jing’s strength, he has already stepped into the innate, and compared to the original master Wang Chongyang, he is also stronger, as long as he really wants to run, he can really go.

But at this moment, facing this one.

Facing Xiangyang City, which he had guarded for more than twenty years, Qiu Shuji was silent all of a sudden.

Because he knew that his words meant nothing.

Guo Jing will not leave.

The city is there, the people are there.

Cities die, people die.

This is Guo Jing, his Jing’er.

“Understood”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let people take them away.”

Qiu Zhiji nodded and agreed.

And his words made Guo Jing a little anxious all of a sudden.

“Changchun real person, you.”

Guo Jing opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was stopped by Qiu Shuji.

“If you are willing to stay, then I can too!”

Qiu Shuji’s voice was firm.

In the end, Qiu Zhiji did not go.

The next day.

Guo Xiang, and Guo Poyu were taken away.

And the siege broke out again.

Huge stones smashed the towers to pieces.

People died in a rapid manner.

Even if there are a large number of martial arts people among them, they still seem so vulnerable in the face of the huge army.

Under the sun.

One of the Mongolian soldiers was already looking excited.

Because the collapse of Xiangyang City seems to be in sight.

And in Xiangyang City, it also became particularly desperate at this moment.

And this despair spread throughout the Southern Song Dynasty.

Cliff Mountain.

Above the sea.

At this time, the fire covered the entire line of sight.

Pu Shougeng’s defection made Da Song lose its last support point.

The war had lasted for ten days, and in ten days, the Song army had been cut off for ten days, and the soldiers were extremely thirsty, but the situation had become worse and worse.

The Song army was exhausted and defeated.

Many ships have been completely shattered.

Huge sea vessels.

Swaying, the fire has covered the place.

Eight-year-old emperors Zhao Xiang, Lu Xiufu, and important ministers have already arrived here.

“Your Majesty, with three years of enrollment, it should be learned, Kong Yu becomes a ren, Meng Yu takes righteousness.”

“Although Your Majesty is young, after all, as the Son of Heaven… Although the minister can’t bear to mention it! But please come to Your Majesty’s enlightenment. ”

Lu Xiufu’s voice carried a desolation, his eyes looked at the Son of Heaven in front of him, and he couldn’t help but regret it even more, all this should not have been borne by this child, but this moment still came.

And then he will bring this one to the end of his life.

“Hmm,”

“Kill yourself to become benevolent, sacrifice your life for righteousness, I have learned, Lu Xianggong, are we going to lose?”

“What needs to be done, I listen to Lu Xianggong.”

The eight-year-old emperor’s voice was still a little milky, and at this moment, he did not cry or make trouble, and he seemed to have been prepared, and the maturity made everyone feel a desolation and a sadness.

“Please Your Majesty, pick up the jade seal, the minister carries His Majesty, Your Majesty remembers to wrap his arms around the shoulder of the minister and hold it firmly.”

With whispered words, Lu Xiufu slowly carried the little emperor on his back, and a eunuch who had already prepared stepped forward and firmly bound the little emperor and Lu Xiufu together with a silk cloth.

In the hands of the little emperor was the heavy jade seal that was heavy, but he did not know the true and false.

“Shenzhou Lu Shen, the north barbarian entered, Huaxia, we are wrong!”

A murmured voice rose.

With the sound of popping, a huge splash rose, and the night was completely dark at this moment.

On this day, on the ship, people kept jumping into the sea.

There were eunuchs, ministers, and princes.

There are clans.

There is the Confucius lineage.

There are Taoist people.

The battles at sea left them no longer able to resist.

The end of the ego becomes the final end.

On this day, 100,000 soldiers and civilians threw themselves into the sea.

Also on this day.

Among the Condor Valley.

The sword tree, which had gradually grown at that moment, began to tremble rapidly, ripples were spreading, and the sword qi was spreading, and the entire Condor Valley was stirring.

One scene after another, there are solitary seekers of defeat, and there is Yang Guo.

In the end, all the artistic conceptions turned into one figure.

A young figure wearing a Taoist robe and holding a branch.

“Zheng!”

The light sword rises,

The next moment above the sword tree, one branch after another fell off, and finally turned into a straight existence, tearing the space in an instant, and instantly rising upwards towards the sky.

“Huaxia should not die!”

The leisurely voice seemed to resound between heaven and earth at this moment.

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