From beginning to end, Wu Jian never thought of fighting Li Ruyu openly.

He is waiting for the opportunity.

Wait for a chance to kill Li Ruyu.

This opportunity is only once.

That was the moment when Li Ruyu took over Wu Di's strongest sword, which was almost fleeting!

Wu Jian also seized this opportunity.

After all, Wu Jian was a person ranked in the Thirty-Three Musketeers Picture, and was underestimated to be extremely powerful. When he attacked Li Ruyu, he only used one sword, one that would definitely kill.

For example, I didn't expect it.

The Langya Sword Tomb has such a posture, which is obviously a wheel battle. The head of the Langya Sword Tomb will attack in such a situation, which is simply unreasonable.

However, it's just that unreasonable.

When he turned around and looked up and saw Wu Jian's dragon bird turning into a real flame dragon bird and pounced on him, he had lost the opportunity to attack, and even defense could only rely on instinct.

Want to thrust the sword in front of your chest.

Sheathed.

However, even such an instinctive action is likely to be unable to finish, and Li Ruyu will be pounced on by the flame dragon bird.

Death is undoubtedly true.

The dragon bird was just a sword, but Wu Jian drew the sword and gave birth to a flame dragon bird. There is only one possibility.

Wu Jian also entered the world after the battle at Yuanyang Lake.

Li Ruyu will undoubtedly die.

On the top of Mount Tai, Qiao Yishan and Song Changchi's long swords were inserted in front of him. The Lord Feng City, who was sitting alone on the top of the mountain, had a layer of dust on his shoulders. He silently opened his eyes and looked at the distance.

He can take action.

But why take action?

Moreover, with such a thrilling sword, it is not necessarily possible for him to save Li Ruyu.

After all, the dragon bird has had a strange phenomenon.

Even the saints of swordsmanship are difficult to interfere with each other hundreds of miles in the fight between the world realms. After all, people are not gods, even saints are not gods, they just live longer.

For example, that Fan Wenzheng can really live forever?

Death too - real death.

Lord Feng closed his eyes.

A little bit of a pity.

Unfortunately, this Empress's Sword was one of the four people who had the most chance to become a saint in the world.

In the courtyard of the Li family in Guanzhong, the master who had just landed on the ground and handed the sword to Li Wanyue frowned. Li Wanyue asked with concern: "Is your husband injured?"

The Master smiled, "It's okay."

But it answered the question irrelevantly.

Li Ruyu saw the dragon bird and also saw Wu Jian's distorted face behind the dragon bird. Crazy and pleasure flashed in his eyes. If there is a demon in the world, then Wu Jian would be.

Unfortunately, I was no longer able to kill the demon at this moment.

The dragon bird's wings are like fireworks, burning everything. At most, it will pounce on Li Ruyu. The sword body hidden under the dragon bird will completely destroy Li Ruyu's body.

There is no solution.

The Lord of Fengcheng cannot save it, the Master cannot save it, the Sword Demon cannot save it, and Fan Wenzheng cannot save it. Even if he is the Queen of the King of Saints, he cannot save it.

No one can save it.

But what if it's not a human?

Although there are all kinds of rumors about gods and ghosts in this world, people in martial arts and scholars actually know that the strange powers and gods are all circulated among the people, and it is nothing more than a yearning for a better life.

Therefore, there are no ghosts and gods in the world.

However, at this moment, when the dragon bird was about to pounce on Li Ruyu, a sudden change occurred.

Previously, the entire Langya Mountain turned into clouds and fog ice. Within ten meters of Li Ruyu's feet, the ice was still there. However, everyone was attracted by the death of Wu Di and did not notice this detail.

Even if I notice it, I won't think of more.

In an instant, the ice suddenly swarmed up under Li Ruyu's feet, turning into a grown soft sword, like an ice rope, trapping the flame dragon bird with no speed of lightning.

The ice in the radius of ten meters was like being swept by strong wind, flying in the air. In a blink of an eye, it was all attached to the soft sword formed by the ice, making the flame dragon bird completely unable to move.

The collision between ice and fire eventually turns into mist and rises.

After the fog, Wu Jian's eyes were broken and his expression was crazy. His resentment was like a flame burning the heart in the dark, because he knew that if he missed this opportunity, he would never be able to kill Li Ruyu again.

Yang Tian roared: "Wu Di!"

"You even have to meddle in other people's business even when you die?!"

"When your son Wu Mochou killed my mother, why didn't you care about other people's business?"

"When I killed Wu Mochou with a sword by the bank of Yuanyang Lake, why don't you care about other people's business?"

"You are just an old man without eggs, %&@#*&%..." The dirty words were filthy. At this moment, Wu Jian no longer had the slightest style of a swordsman. He was just a mediocre person from a mud alley. He cursed Wu Di in the world, scolded Wu Mochou, and even scolded the entire Langya Sword Tomb Wu family.

The 18th generation of ancestors were all slept alone by Wu Jian...

It is hard to imagine that this is a man from Langya Sword Tomb. He was originally Wu Mochou's biological son and Wu Di's grandson. Even if he was incest, his bloodline was finally there.

However……

Wu Jian did not look like the Wu family at this moment.

Unfortunately, Wu Di is dead and cannot hear it.

Unfortunately, Wu Mochou is dead, and the five Wu family members in front of the valley are speechless and powerless to refute.

The Wu family owed Wu Jian and his son the past.

Can't return it.

Can't pay it back.

Wu Jian shouted loudly.

Finally, he sat down to the ground with tears flowing, silent and silent.

When the most vicious language in the world cannot vent its anger, only silence and despair remain - Wu Jian knew that if he missed the best opportunity before, he would definitely die.

But is there a difference between death and living?

Wu Jian never feared death. Now, he just wants to die a little slower and watch the sinful Wu family die under the Daliang Iron Cavalry.

So he looked up and looked at Li Ruyu, "Can you wait until the people in Langya Sword Tomb are dead before killing me?"

Li Ruyu has been watching Wu Jian.

He can understand.

Any normal person who is at the level of Wu Jian will collapse. It is surprising that Wu Jian can persevere until now. The so-called hateful person must be pitiful.

Wu Jian's existence was a tragedy from beginning to end.

but……

Why does a person’s tragedy lead the entire family to hell?

Li Ruyu was silent for a while and shook her head, "No."

Wu Jian became more and more sad when he heard this. He sat there without saying a word, his body filled with sadness and hatred that was higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea. He was endless, laughing to the sky and laughing sadly.

"Master God, why did you let me know the truth?"

"I hate it!"

"Hate the unfairness of heaven!"

"Hate the unfair place!"

Li Ruyu sighed, "You will not die, nor will the Wu family perish."

Repay for your kindness.

Wu Di used his last point of backhand to save his life. His intention was very obvious. He wanted to let himself release the Langya Sword Tomb and also release Wu Jian's life. After all, today's battle did indeed break the backbone of the Langya Sword Tomb.

Then why bother to kill them?

clang!

The rust sword was unsheathed and penetrated Wu Jian's pipa bone with two consecutive swords with the momentum of lightning. He picked it up and completely made this sword master named Thirty-Three Musketeers unable to hold the sword for the rest of his life.

With such a severe injury, Wu Jian seemed to be unable to feel the pain at all, and still looked up at the sky.

Scolding the sky angrily.
To be continued...