The young man holding the sword is smoothed out and his heart is uneasy.

The sword intent is getting more and more intense.

Jong Hyun shook his head, "I have no grudges and no grudges with you, and I will not face life and death. You have already set off your sword. Lin'an can also give an explanation. Stop it and don't miss Qingqing's life."

The young man holding the sword laughed at himself, but his expression was a little respectful, "I have been practicing sword since I was a child, and I have never been able to win. I am a talented man and can travel far away, but I still have a sword, please take it."

Jong Hyun was helpless, "It's only three things. If this sword is useless, please leave. Don't miss my schedule."

The young man holding the sword suddenly waved his sword, with a sword in the east and a sword in the west, without any rules, a shrill sound arose in the wind and snow, and the symphony in the sky was chaotic. There were many sword intents around Jong Hyun.

Amu suddenly whispered: "Nine Swords Surround and Kill."

Li Ruyu was surprised and puzzled. Before he could express his feelings, Amu said again: "No, he wants the nine swords to unite."

The figure of the young man holding a sword is vague.

Nine figures appeared in the sword intent of the sky, as if they were divided into nine.

Nine sword intents, unite.

The angrily wind roared, and nine misty shadows of the young man holding the sword burst out, and after returning to his body, he stabbed out with a sword.

The sword exploded in a low altitude, and the young man holding the sword shone with his sword light, like a low moon.

The bright moon shines on the river.

Wherever the light goes, there are swords.

Although there is only one sword, there are ninety-ninety-one swords, and there are also thousands of swords.

The young man holding the sword was covered with swords.

He is a sword, and a bright moon rolling from the sky to the earth.

Amu, who was watching the fun, pulled Li Ruyu's cuffs and praised: "Not bad, this sword is united with energy and spirit, and it actually climbed to eighty feet high."

Li Ruyu took a breath.

The swordsman, who was eighty feet tall, is no less than Yue Pingchuan and Zhao Li who were at the foot of Xizhao Mountain that day. Could it be that Wang Kun has the confidence to let him kill a sage stranger in the painting?

I do have this qualification.

Amu said again: "Aren't you taking action yet?"

At this time, if you cooperate with the young man holding the sword to kill the sages of the Painting Taoist Taoist, you will definitely be 70% sure.

But if you don’t take action, the young man holding the sword will have great hope.

However, when he came to Jiankang, the woman who was in charge of the world clearly stated that everything was based on Ruyu's meaning. If Li Ruyu was not sure, even if he raised his hand to kill the strange man, he would not be able to take action.

Li Ruyu shook his head, "Wait a little longer."

Since he is a sage in the painting, would he be stabbed under the sword by an eighty-foot-high swordsman?

Li Ruyu doesn't believe it very much.

After all, I have seen the work of the Saint of Grass Tomb. Even if this sage who is not a saint, he should have the power to fight. Otherwise, wouldn’t the saint and the Master be worthless?

Jong Hyun dared not be careless, but was actually extremely shocked. As Yi Ren in Jiankang, he did not have too much contact with the world's career. This was the first time he had fought with someone after becoming Yi Ren.

Although I don’t know how to be harsh, I feel a sense of life and death crisis in my heart and I dare not be careless any more.

The pen in your hand flips around, and the pen is flying.

The laces bring wind.

This sage of the painting Taoist wise men took the canvas of heaven and earth, and used the ink to make the ink, and the pen was bold and volatile, and the ink and wash was invisible.

The next moment, a huge figure of light green rose up.

Gods are revealed on earth!

There are many different opinions on whether there are gods and immortals in the world, whether there are monsters and monsters.

The empress doesn't believe it.

So she asked the stranger Xu Zhen to lead 500 imperial guards to see the world outside the East China Sea. She did not believe that there were fairy mountains overseas, nor did she gather Taoist monks from all over the world to see the world above the sky.

People in the world believe in it.

However, there are people who are gods in the world, just like Liu Xiangyang who was named gods by the people decades later.

At this moment, a god rose up on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

The giant with a sword pressed the height of two feet, and his whole body was covered with light green ink and water. He stood up in front of Jong-hyun with a long body, wearing armor and sword, his eyes wide open, his head was wearing a high hat, his iron face and twisted temples, and his beards were standing upside down, and his beards were rough and domineering.

Stepping on the flowing clouds and surrounds the auspicious color.

This strange man in the painting, which looks like a god, was born, and the world was inspired.

Above the sky, blood clouds were originally hanging low, and suddenly there was a ray of rays of rays of rays. In an instant, blood red turned into colorful colors, and a colorful thunder fell quietly from the sky.

The sages also had strange phenomena. The Qinhuai River was turbulent and swept through, and the clear water of a river seemed to be shaken by someone with his hands, slamming the shore and storming the waves.

On the Linjiang Tower, Ning Hong was so shocked that she couldn't speak. Not to mention the magic of such immortals, she had never heard of her whole life, but today it was staged in front of her.

Mr. Han stared at the bottom silently, his emotions were complicated.

The man in the corner tsk, "It's amazing, it's also amazing. First imitate the soul of the Yellow River, then draw the shape of Mount Tai, and then draw the folk god Zhong Kui, who deserves the painting saint."

This person is not inferior to the saint of the Bianhe Caotomu.

In many houses on the banks of Qinhuai, ordinary people who witnessed through the gaps in the window frames did not see such a posture? In addition, the blood clouds in the sky changed and the rays of light rolled. I really thought it was the arrival of a god, and countless people knelt down.

Even the Jiankang Mansion soldiers who were responsible for maintaining order on the streets couldn't help but kneel down.

God!

The gods in the eyes of ordinary people are the fish on the table in the eyes of the young man holding a sword. The fearless attack is like the bright moon falling, and the sword will be scattered. I will tell you to ashes for this sword!

The colorful thunder fell majestic and wanted to kill strangers.

Zhong Kui, the giant who walked into the world from Bi Hao, seemed like a god. He was originally a light green ink and wash, but it seemed to have substance. He looked slow but actually raised his head and raised his hand very quickly.

The colorful thunder fell into the left hand, and the five fingers were like claws.

As the thunder twisted, it actually dispersed and turned into flowing light.

The five fingers of the right hand are like holding a tower, but the one that supports is not the tower, but a bright moon, the bright moon transformed by the young man holding a sword.

The bright moon shines brightly.

Countless sharp sword energy were emitting everywhere.

The giant Zhong Kui did not move as if he was a mountain. He grabbed the thunder with his left hand, held the bright moon with his right hand, and looked up like a long roar.

The bright moon is bleak.

The young man holding the sword rolled down from the air, his face extremely pale, and the sword returned in vain.

The light green giant Zhong Kui, who appeared from Zhongxuan's pen, had a vague figure, floating like a flame, and finally disappeared silently, as if it had never appeared.

silence.

No one spoke.

After a long time, A Mu, who was not interested in watching the fun, said to Li Ruyu softly: "As far as this giant pen and ink is concerned, I think this sage must be a hundred feet tall."

Li Ruyu thought for a while and shook his head, "No."

You have only heard that you have never seen the style of a hundred-foot-high Master watching the fishing sword with his own eyes. It is truly as if a river has fallen from the sky, far from comparable to the giant depicted by the sage in front of you with the canvas of the heaven and earth...

If Master Baizhang said that, could this sage be about ninety?

Li Ruyu is not sure.

In the silence, someone chanted a lyrics not far away on the snow, carrying a sword on his waist: "The red flag is raised high and it flew out of the deep willow bank; the drum beats the spring thunder, breaking through the smoke and waves and returning far away."

The visitor was wearing a shabby long gown, but he chanted lyrics on the snow, but he was unparalleled and unparalleled.

He is an old scholar.
Chapter completed!