See you again

EP 3

At midnight, Jiang Cheng stood in front of the neat queue with Sandu sword. Standing beside him was Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji and several patriarchs.

A cultivator hurriedly retreated to his side, bowed briefly, and said, "Sect Master, all preparations are complete."

Jiang Cheng nodded, his eyes swept over the cultivators in front of him, and finally stopped at Wei Wuxian in a meaningful way.

Wei Wuxian stepped over him with understanding, and said to the upper-class cultivators in front of the queue: "If you can, I hope you can leave a whole dead body of Wen Dogs... well, they are useful.If you can't, that's ok."

When he said this, he tilted his head slightly, pressing one hand on Chenqing, his eyesight was arrogant, and the corners of his mouth raised a few arcs, making the bonfire in front of the tent colder.

Jiang Cheng pointed at the sky with Sandu, and said powerfully: "Now, let's go!"

Eight thousand cultivators set off in queue in an instant, the black night clothes perfectly blended with the surrounding silence. After they passed by, only the grass moved slightly, which was blown away by night wind, leaving no trace.

Wei Wuxian's expectation was quite right. The three thousand Wen clan cultivators stationed in Jiangling did not expect that their team would attack so quickly. Most of them were still sleeping in their tents, leaving only a small group to do routine night vigils.

By the time it was discovered, it was too late.

As soon as the young Wen clan cultivator on the lookout opened his mouth to shout the first word, a sword from the sky strike him quickly, piercing his chest deeply. The gushing blood splashed on the sun emblem on his chest, just as unwilling and unexpected as the master's eyes.

Standing under the terrace, Jiang Cheng recalled Sandu, and the purple electric whip of his right hand instantly appeared in his palm. The electric current was like a poisonous snake, spitting out dangerous tongues in the night.

There was a dark night sky above everyone. Three thousand stars, the vast sky, and the unchanging bleak cold moon far away sprinkled a few rays of light on the world. Ordinary people hundreds of miles away were hugging the quilt to sleep soundly, quietly walking through the cycles of winter and summer in their dreams, but they didn't know that here and now, a world-shaking battle had opened its magnificent curtain.

Shouts, exclamations, angry curses, and the suddenly lit candles burned far away along the company camp, instantly reflecting the battlefield like daylight. Brighter than the fire was the sword light, like wind and lightning, ruthlessly splitting the chaotic air, drawing criss-crossing streamlines in the vast night.

Among the cultivators in the melee group, one of them did not hold a sword.

Wei Wuxian stood in the battle circle where the two sides were clashing, with his hands behind him. The pungent smell of blood made him tremble with excitement, and his eyes were as bright as the stars.

While the stars were falling, bursting, and the beauty that they suddenly exploded in a flash of lightning was cruel and gorgeous.

He raised his hand several times, as if he wanted to draw the long sword Suibian from his waist casually, his palm was opened and closed several times, as if it was holding an invisible hilt, and he was about to wave it away——

Someone found him. More and more people noticed him who was unarmed. They rushed towards him with their swords in their hands, and they were surrounded by a net of flowing spiritual power, gathered at the sharpest point of the sword, and pierced directly into his heart.