Because the gate in the west wall of the city wall really collapsed.

He was slashed by a sword.

Even after the third prince became the prince of the Yue family, he always thought about it and felt that it should not be the sword of the human world.

Outside the gate of the north gate, the commander of the Dafeng Qingqi, Qi Wen, general Yu Qiwen, sat on the horse, looked at the west gate, took a breath of cold air, and spoke in surprise: "What a rare pen and ink sword intent."

In the direction of the West City Gate, Yu Qiwen seemed to see a sword intent that runs through the heaven and earth.

Even the dark clouds in the sky were stirred up.

Although the 30,000 strong winds behind him could not feel as clear as Yu Qiwen, he could feel inexplicable palpitations, as if under the west wall, there was a... well, the Master who watched the Fishing City.

The unrivaled sword intent is almost like an immortal on earth.

On the sunset mountain, the listless Lao Diao Temple looked at the smoke and dust on the west city wall and grinned.

At the foot of the mountain, Lao Tie, who was sitting on the ground, had just lit a dry tobacco. But unfortunately, it was just a flash in the pan. If he could always have such sword cultivation, let alone Zhao Li could kill him, even the third prince could kill him.

The literati in black who had left Lin'an City walking on the official road to the west looked up at the sky.

Above Lin'an City, a dragon snake was scattered, scattered between the sky and the earth, and a large purple fish jumped, and then suddenly climbed up to the nine heavens, swung its tail, swimming among the golden dragon dragon dragon snake energy, and its mind was with the dragon and snake sky.

Behind the black-clothed literary man, there are two women.

Tang poetry in Qingyi and a woman carrying a black and white sword, Fang Liunian in Qingcheng.

On the star-picking platform, the woman looked west and smiled.

The style of this sword should probably not be inferior to that of the master of Guanyucheng. This young man... finally got out of the sheath of the sword, and it was out of the sheath to destroy the city.

Not like a human sword.

The young Li Ruyu borrowed the history of the Spring and Autumn Period of the Great Yan, the pen and ink of scholars on the mountain, and the sword of killing wearing armor and phantoms, and briefly entered the sword immortal on earth.

This day, the sky was shining with thunder.

The strange people in the world have feelings.
Chapter completed!