Chapter 1579 Regret
He is a real person, and his words are generous. Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan, who was the most timid and fearful of death, was so proud and showed no fear at all, the other nine people who were traveling with him also relaxed a little.
The farewell team was very big. There were about 220 or 30 demonic disciples in Wushan at the moment. They all flew into the air, following Ye Xiaochuan and others, flying towards the Gate of Catastrophe 800 miles away.
Not long after the stream of light formed by more than two hundred magic weapon tail flames flew away from Wushan, suddenly densely packed huge strange birds appeared in the sky from all directions.
On the back of each strange bird, there are at least two alien warriors sitting, one controls the strange bird, the other holds a long sword, and there are many alien warriors carrying bulging quivers on their backs.
It is the elite of the foreign elites in southern Xinjiang, the Dragoon Regiment.
Tens of thousands of dragon riders surrounded them from all directions, and finally gathered together, forming a black cloud that covered the sky and the sun, following behind Ye Xiaochuan and other human cultivators.
The battle flag is flying, and the black armor shines in the sky. Seeing this scene, Ye Xiaochuan became so proud that he insisted on composing a poem for everyone in front of them.
Who doesn’t know this guy’s literary talent? It's really unflattering. In addition to memorizing a few popular ancient poems to show off, the rest is to rely on limericks such as "Oh my mom, what a big tree branch" and so on.
Forget it, let him go. If he doesn't agree with his poetry and this guy sings instead, will he still be allowed to live?
Ye Xiaochuan cleared his throat and said loudly: "The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty..."
As soon as he shouted four words, a group of people flying behind him shouted in unison: "Don't chant out of the gate!"
Ye Xiaochuan was dumbfounded. He pointed at the few ancient poems he knew before and were floating around the literary world. He searched for them for a long time and then patted his head.
Said: "Today I won't fool everyone with "Out of the Fortress". I will compose an impromptu poem for everyone."
Three thousand sword-wielding immortals, tens of thousands of nameless passes.
The sword shines on the fifteenth day, and there is no one to pity it for half a month.
The piles of corpses are like mountains, and the sky is dyed red with blood.
Aurora killed the God Emperor, and he had no regrets in this life. After reciting the ancient poem, Ye Xiaochuan, who was standing on the fairy sword, looked at the people around him with a proud look on his face. I don't believe you have heard this poem by this great sage! This is what I saw when I was bored in the Jade Slip Cave a while ago and looked through the Jade Slips of the Evil God. Now those jade slips are in Senior Sister Ning’s Qiankun bag.
No one has ever seen it except myself.
The effect is very good. Most people are wondering where Ye Xiaochuan found such a poem. Thinking about it carefully, they have never heard of it. Some people who want to take the opportunity to ridicule Ye Xiaochuan for his shameless plagiarism don't know where to download it now. Mouth spray.
However, among the more than two hundred people, there were still dozens of people whose expressions suddenly changed after hearing Ye Xiaochuan's strange poem.
They have never heard of this poem, but they know what it describes.
Feng Yuyan suddenly went crazy, the divine light of the generals and gods surged, and he roared: "The nameless pass, thousands of fighting souls! This revenge must be avenged!"
After saying that, his body suddenly accelerated, and he swept out with a sword. With a loud roar, he saw that the top of a mountain with a height of 3,000 to 4,000 feet was cut down by 100 feet with Feng Yuyan's sword.
Huge stones fell one after another with a terrifying sound.
Everyone changed their colors.
Zhengdao disciples have heard from Gesang before that Feng Yuyan leveled the mountain with a sword near Tianhuo Dong two years ago. No one has ever done it before. Now that Feng Yuyan went crazy, he was like a madman. This sword was really powerful. A master in the world could do it. There were definitely no more than ten people who took the sword head-on.
Ye Xiaochuan stared at Feng Yuyan who was venting his anger against the mountain in the distance, and couldn't help but said: "Old Feng is not really crazy, is he? I just chanted a poem, there is no need to be so excited, right? ”
Fengyi said sadly: "Do you know what this poem tells? Do you know the story behind it?"
Ye Xiaochuan was at a loss, then shook his head and said: "What? There is a story in this poem?" Fengyi said: "In the later period of the catastrophe, the heavens once again increased their troops to the human world, and launched the most violent attack on the earth in the history of the world. Peripheral defense line They were all defeated. The battle line was approaching Shushan. I remember when I was in Northern Xinjiang, I told you that there was an unnamed pass eight hundred miles north of Shushan.
The main force of the heavenly realm approaches the pass, and further south is the Yangtze River. In order to hold back the pace of the heavenly realm, that small pass has become the place that determines the fate of life and death in the world. It is also the most dangerous place since the Great War. Such an important place, the evil god handed it over to I sent Zhu Gou to guard..."
When Ye Xiaochuan heard this, he suddenly remembered that there was such a story. He had heard Fengyi tell it more than two years ago.
He remembered that the evil god assigned Zhu Gou three thousand sword immortals and asked him to hold on for at least seven days so that the defense line of the Yangtze River could be reinforced and the people behind could move.
At the cost of three thousand sword immortals, Zhu Gou only held on for a few days before almost all of them were killed or injured.
At that time, Li Tielan knew that seven days was far from enough for his deployment on the Yangtze River defense line, and he had to persist for at least seven days, so he hid the evil spirit and secretly mobilized an army of mortals to help Zhu Gou hold on to the unknown pass.
At that time, the main combat power was concentrated on the front line of Shushan. The only mortal soldiers that could be mobilized were some recruits who were weak in combat effectiveness and were still in training.
In that batch of recruits, there were no young and middle-aged men. They were all women and teenagers. There were more than 10 million in number, and their weapons were quite crude.
It only took less than ten days for all these ten million ladies to die. It was these ten million women who used the simplest weapons to confront the six main armies of the heavens who were armed to the teeth. They used their teeth, blood and lives to help the world delay the catastrophe for ten days, and killed More than two million enemies died, especially the most terrifying skeletons
The legion suffered more than 30% losses in the battle at the Nameless Pass, which weakened the power of Heavenly Man to a certain extent.
In fourteen days, more than 12 million corpses of both the enemy and ours were piled up in the small pass, stretching for more than ten miles. It was called by the evil god as the most tragic battle among countless catastrophes and countless wars in the world. .
A few years later, the human world achieved a catastrophic victory, and the evil god also learned about the battle at the Nameless Pass.
He led the remaining human forces and went to the Nameless Pass in person. Several days had passed by then, and the corpses had rotted into skeletons. However, the height of the pile of skeletons was still over several hundred feet and stretched for more than ten miles.
The evil god knelt on the mountain of corpses and cried bitterly for three days and three nights.
That pass is still there, and it is still a very small pass. However, in front of the pass, there is a stone carving with the word "unnamed".
Ye Xiaochuan thought of this and slapped his face hard several times.
He suddenly felt that he was really disgusting. Everything could be used as a joke, but the heroic spirits who died fighting for all living beings in the world during the catastrophe must not have any blasphemous meaning. He vowed never to compose arty poetry again.