"Seventy feet!"

Li Ruyu, who had been pressing his sword while watching, suddenly remembered a familiar voice, and Amu came to him for no reason.

Li Ruyu turned his head, "He is seventy feet tall, not inferior to Yue Pingchuan and the peak Zhao Li who were baptized by the sword of Spring and Autumn?"

Amu nodded, "Now do you know that Wang Kun has the ability to reverse the situation in Lin'an that day. At the battle at the foot of Xizhao Mountain that day, if this man used his sword to cooperate with Zhao Li, he could not only kill Yue Pingchuan, but also kill you, and even join forces with the third prince of the Yue family, and also kill the empress."

"Why didn't Wang Kun let him take action?" Li Ruyu was puzzled.

Amu shook his head, "How do I know?"

Li Ruyu frowned and pondered. The reason why Wang Kun did not take action was probably that Zhao Li died or was more beneficial to the opposition. Killing himself was only a sword that broke the empress.

As for joining the third son of the Yue family to kill the empress, it is even more impossible.

Even if the empress's country is not right, it is the King of Daliang after all. No matter how hard Wang Kun is, he dare not bear the reputation of regicide. Moreover, even if the third prince of the Yue family is an alien, he is unwilling to kill the empress at that critical moment.

If the Queen is killed, the Yue family will not expect to have a good life after Zhao Yan ascended the throne, and they will be liquidated.

So there is no possibility of alliance.

He immediately sighed, "This sage, can this sage compete with this seventy-foot sword?"

Amu thought for a while, "It's hard to say, I can't see through the depth of the painting, but it's really amazing. He actually moved a big river in just a few strokes, and I don't know what else he could move."

The crack in the river immediately burst out invisible.

The sword power has reached the end of its strength.

The young man holding the sword returned to the sword in surprise and said something interesting. There is such a magical power in the world.

Jonghyun smiled without saying a word.

The young man holding the sword was full of fighting spirit, "Come again!"

Jong Hyun held the pen and laughed: "It's impolite to come but not come, please."

Turn your wrist and swing your brush again.

There are still a few strokes, and a plain sketch out a mountain, a light green mountain that is not steep or ingenious.

But it is a majestic mountain.

A mountain peak overlooking the mountains in the world rises flat on the ground, and birds hover around the rocks and rocks are full of vigor.

In an instant, I got angry with the emperor.

Suddenly, the sound of yellow bells sounded in the ears of countless people, and it seemed that a king would speak loudly to the sky, and it was like an immortal sitting on the top of a mountain. The majestic and solemn and sacred aura instantly rose up and collapsed the sky!

Looking up to the mountains.

But it was very small, as small as a millstone, hanging upside down toward the young man holding his sword.

Very small mountains are very heavy.

In the every move of the sages of the painting, they actually use mountains as tools, and are made of immortals.

The young man holding the sword felt that there was a mountain pressing down from his head, and the heaviness made people desperate and suffocating.

Raise the sword.

Since I can break your river with one sword, can't I break this mountain?

The tip of the sword pierced the air and made a sharp howling sound.

The tip of the sword touches the mountain.

The earth suddenly shook, and the young man holding the sword fell to the ground for more than a foot. The closer the distance between the big bluestone slabs within a radius of several meters, the deeper the sinking, forming a curved pit. Then, a crackling sound broke into uneven pieces, most of which were slightly upturned, like a blooming stone flower, which was spectacular.

Countless cracks of the size of hand-written spread like spider webs from the edge of the stone flower, spreading across the entire long street on the Qinhuai River.

The young man holding the sword turned pale.

In an instant, the place where the sword tip and the mountain touched each other suddenly rippled with layers of air patterns, spreading outward in circles.

A sudden strong wind blew.

The snow on the ground was pushed by invisible hands, and the dots were centered on the young man holding the sword, spreading everywhere, layer by layer, and finally forming a one-meter-high snow wall brushing around.

The snow wall brushed past Jonghyun and scattered in front of the sage of painting.

The snow wall brushed towards Li Ruyu, and the young man frowned, not daring to be careless, and stole in front of A Mu. The long sword in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath, and flirted from bottom to top: Lao Tie's sword drawing technique.

The snow wall burst out, but Li Ruyu took three steps back.

Amu didn't appreciate it, so he curled his lips and said, "Do I still need your protection?" But there was a little warm between his eyebrows and eyes.

The snow wall brushed towards a brothel.

With the loud bang bang, the brothel felt like it was hit hard, and the whole building was shaking lightly, causing many female geniuses in the brothel to scream, but fortunately they did not collapse.

But the door lintel fell off and bursts of smoke and dust splashed.

The restaurant where Han and Ning Hong were also affected by the fish, but they were like the brothel and only shook for a while. The two bigwigs of Jiankang Mansion looked at each other and said with a long time, with lingering fear, this posture is not inferior to the iron armor of a hundred cavalry.

Both of them are senior officials of Jiankang, who are scholars, think that for the first time, there shouldn’t be so many strange people in this world of Daliang.

It is not difficult for those with knowledgeable knowledge to see that the mountain peaks outlined by Jong Hyun a few strokes are the leader of all the mountains in the world that all the kings of all dynasties have to go to Fengshan: Mount Tai!

Move the Yellow River first, then move Mount Tai.

There are more people like this, so can the king of Daliang sleep peacefully?

What if I wake up one night and find that the Great Inner Palace is obscured by water and is crushed by Mount Tai?

This is still a sage of painting.

Not a saint.

If the extraordinary scholars and sages who wrote books and spoke with the Dharma, would they stand thousands of miles away and say that the Emperor of Daliang will die, and then the king will just burp silently?

No wonder the Empress wanted to establish the Beizhen Fushi.

There is no need for such a saint in the world, and there are many people who think it is too much.

But can the Northern Fushi Department kill all these saints just?

No wonder the Empress favors Li Ruyu so much. The young man who cannot be killed by thunder is likely to be the Empress's sword that can truly kill everyone in the world.

There are just contradictions.

If I really think so, Li Ruyu should take action at this moment. Moreover, Li Ruyu's master is obviously stronger than this Taoist Yi Ren. Why is the empress not afraid?

Mr. Han and Ning Hong couldn't figure it out.

I immediately thought, maybe the empress also controlled one or two Yiren who could be called saints. After all, the Beizhen Fushi had been established for twelve years, and not all Yiren had no intention of career.

The sword tip touches the mountain, and after the snow wall passes, the mountain collapses.

The young man holding the sword heard crackling sounds all over the joints of his body. His face turned pale and then turned red for a while. His expression was listless for a moment, and then an extremely crazy feeling surged in his eyes.

Holding the sword speechless.

The tip of the long sword in his hand has been smoothed out.

...

...

There is a Taoist temple at the top of Mount Tai hundreds of miles away, and there is a little Taoist priest sweeping the snow quietly.

Suddenly, sand and rocks were flying like snow.

The little Taoist priest was shocked and shouted that it had been an earthquake and ran to the outside of the Taoist temple.

After a while, after the world was quiet, the little Taoist priest patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just a small earthquake and the Taoist temple was not damaged at all.

The little Taoist priest inadvertently turned his head and saw the top of Mount Tai not far away. He felt a little strange and found that the top of the mountain that could be seen day and night seemed to be a little different from usual.

I couldn't help but wipe my eyes and take a look.

Strange, why do you feel like the top of the mountain is a little shorter?

The little Taoist priest ran back to the Taoist temple, "Master is not good, it's bad, you old man, come and see if the earthquake just now was because of the gods. It seems that the top of the mountain was cut by the gods, and it's a few centimeters shorter!"

The old Taoist priest was pulled out with a fuss, "What nonsense, why can the mountain be—"

The sound stopped.

It seems to be different from usual.

The top of Mount Tai is three inches shorter now.

Thousands of miles away, there was no one under the Hukou Waterfall. The mother of the earth was rushing and turbid water flowed thousands of miles away, nurturing civilizations on both sides of the straits. Suddenly, it seemed like a huge transparent sword fell into the river.
Chapter completed!