Before dawn, there was silence at the top of Lanshan Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the snow-white sword energy is still hanging all over the mountain, like wearing a new clothes.

At the foot of the mountain, the scorching sun fades away and returns to the darkness.

There was a smell of blood all over the mountain.

Zhao Sa stood with a gun, blood on her white clothes, her face was slightly pale, and she looked at the old corps officer who was still standing with her hands behind her back in disbelief, sighing helplessly.

The Sword Saint should not be deceived.

Ying Bu, who was wearing a gun in black, looked as usual, but dozens of fine marks appeared on the pure sky of the long spear in his hand. The gun body was not made of steel after all, so it was difficult to support Ying Bu to continue to shoot the gun.

Yingbu thought a lot.

He doesn't know who the old escort is.

But he knew one thing: the old bodyguard's sword energy was not domineering, but crazy.

Such an old bodyguard may be able to fight with the invincible King of Western Chu.

Although the Taoist nun fell from the void was an assassin, she was confident that she would not hit the old escort but was blocked by countless snow-white sword energy.

For the first time, the Taoist nun felt that his swordsmanship was still far from the Master's sword of the river.

The road is long and arduous.

On the opposite side of the old escort, Wang Yue, who had appeared once in Huanglu Town, even though his disciple Shi A died under Li Ruyu's sword, held the long sword inverted and relished blood on his shoulders.

However, Wang Yue's face was solemn.

Although the sword was approaching the old escort and even left a sword mark on the old escort, he was also injured by the snow-white sword energy.

The old escort stood there with a peaceful look.

He didn't care about the scar under his ribs, nor did he care about the rushing sword intent that Wang Yue left in his body. He just slowly stated a fact: "You can't kill me."

Of course, I can't kill you either.

This is a draw.

Even though the old escort master was the master's mentor or the exiled sword immortal on earth, the four people on the other side were not bad, especially the last appearance of the Tiger King Yue, whose swordsmanship was not even much inferior to him.

After all, there are too many monsters in Daliang World.

No one can really ask invincible.

When the scorching sun burst at the foot of the mountain, the people on the top of the mountain were also shocked, but no one knew who the owner of the scorching sun was.

Only the fortune teller who watched the fun knew, but of course he wouldn't say it.

On the side, there was a delicate young man looking at the fortune teller with a smile on his face, smiling but full of murderous intent, which made the fortune teller one head and two big ones glar at the beautiful young man, "Lai Junchen, why don't you go to help the Empress's Sword, stare at me?"

The delicate young man shouted, "It turns out that he is a master. He actually knows my real name. Are you Li Chunfeng or Yuan Tiangang?"

The fortune teller muttered that I am no one, I am just a fortune teller.

The delicate young man played with the bone-clearing knife in his hand, "But Her Majesty is very interested."

The fortune teller rolled his eyes, "I know what you are thinking about, I just want to force me away from Lanshan and let the world of Lanshan return to Daliang Tianji look down. This is to save Li Ruyu."

The delicate young man smiled, "It's good that you know."

The fortune teller lamented, got up and picked up the hexagram flag with only the words "天天" left, "Go away, if you don't leave, you will be made into dumplings by the Tiqi of the Beizhen Fushi!"

A gust of wind comes.

The fortune teller had disappeared. Outside Yingchang's mansion, the fortune teller was walking in the dawn, but suddenly looked back, not looking at the top of Lanshan, but looking towards Lin'an, with a surprised look on his face: "Who is it?"

I suddenly realized it.

It turns out that I saw through the secret of heaven that the exiled sword immortal on earth tonight was really that young man!

Almost at the same time, on Qingcheng Mountain, the old white-haired Taoist priest also looked towards Lin'an in surprise, with his eyes clear and confused, and he was also confused who was taking action at this moment.

However, the black-clad literati in Shu looked calm and said to Tang Shi: "It's not too early, so let's go."

It's time to finish it.

Unfortunately, it was not me who ended up with me, not Wang Kun, nor Zhao Yan, nor even the Empress of Lin'an, but a master who appeared inexplicably.

But it was not this master who ended up.

But a little girl.

It's really ironic.

Lanshan's huge chess game eventually lost to a little girl, and one sentence that lost to the little girl made a master who temporarily entered the exiled sword immortal on earth, which was also terrifying.

Destiny.

Lin'an, in the prison room, the old supervisor looked at the golden dragon on the armillary sphere and suddenly became speechless, and he almost broke the Taoist heart and cursed, saying that there was no Taoist master who did not abide by the rules. He just wanted to break the deadlock and ended it. It was just that the little girl took action, but she had to borrow the empress's energy from a dragon.

Isn’t this causing trouble for Daliang?

The old supervisor felt that the empress would have a bad look when she knew the truth after dawn.

But when I thought about the little girl, it was probably a while since the empress’s face was not good-looking. Afterwards, it was impossible to say that the interns of the Imperial Heaven Supervision would not ask the secrets in the little girl’s mansion to check.

After all, no matter how strong the little girl is, she is also from Li Ruyu, and this also allows Li Ruyu to temporarily join the exiled sword immortal on earth, breaking the situation of Lanshan.

And Li Ruyu is the Empress’s sword after all... or a human?

The old surveillance who has seen through some secrets is not sure now, what will the relationship between the Empress and Li Ruyu develop into?

I just know one thing: tonight the dragon energy of the Empress Lin'an was borrowed and given to the young man. In the future, in the general trend of the world, once the young man encounters the storm, he will really turn into a dragon.

I just don’t know if this dragon and the empress’s golden dragon can live in the world.

The situation is chaotic.

The old supervisor felt for the first time that the Beizhen Fushi didn't kill enough Yi people.

...

...

Amu was injured and was covered in injuries.

Ragged clothes.

Of course, the broken clothes cannot completely stop the spring scenery. The blood on the snow-white skin is shocking, and it is so soft in Li Ruyu's arms. When the skin gets along, the cold and delicate feeling of Li Ruyu's spring poison is even more irritating.

At that moment, Li Ruyu, who was still crazy, was completely destroyed by spring poison.

In the boy's consciousness, he forgot everything, only one thought: he wants to put his heart without a place, and he wants his body without a place to find a warm and smooth harbor.

Li Ruyu turned over and sat up.

The old escort master could not see the black-clad Yingbu, Zhao Sa, Taoist nun, and even more so could not see the beautiful young man in the distance.

Li Ruyu only saw Amu.

Amu's ragged body became a paradise in Li Ruyu's eyes.

Li Ruyu reached out to stroke Amu's face.

Five fingers tremble.

At this moment, Li Ruyu completely lost Qingming.

There is no doubt that as long as Li Ruyu's five fingers fall on Amu's face, everything will be broken at that moment, and even the old stuntman will not be able to stop all this.

If the poison is not relieved, Li Ruyu will inevitably be crazy.

Even if you don’t die, you will become a crazy person and will never be at peace.

At this moment, the fortune teller had just turned into a breeze and went down to Lanshan. He appeared outside Yingchang's mansion and looked back at Lin'an. The old Taoist priest in Qingcheng Mountain was looking confused. The black-clad literati in Shu stood up to rest. The old supervisor in Lin'an was furious.

It's just because someone takes action.

On the mansion of Xie Lang, the Minister of Personnel in Lin'an, on the tiles in the boudoir yard of the Xie family's Wanxi, who was named "Kuangmao" and "Shu" in the yard of the boudoir, Zhou Xiaoxiao was still sitting quietly and the moonlight fell and stood up.

At that time, the sun was rising.

The sun and the moon are the same, and the light is bathed on the little body, and the glow is shining, like a sage.

Next to Xiao Xiao, she sat on the tile with her legs raised, but seemed to be a female crown sitting on the crescent moon in the starry sky. She looked at the north with a smile and muttered in a low voice. So that's it, this is how the exiled sword immortal on earth in Lanshan tonight came from.

I said another sentence, it cannot be too late.

So the female crown waved her hand.

So, the golden dragon on the armillary sphere in the Lin'an Jiantian room became a little sad.

The top of Lanshan thousands of miles away.

As the sun rises, the sunlight hits Amu and Li Ruyu, as if the light of hope turns into spring at this moment, full of indescribable ambiguity.

Li Ruyu's hand was about to touch Amu's face.

There was a sudden sound between heaven and earth.

Very crisp sound.
To be continued...