Thousands of troops and horses galloped over, and Yang Xuan sighed slightly.

He never thought that one day someone would deal with him with the poems he had plagiarized, if he admitted now that he was just doing what he wanted, would Zhou Zhijie be broken?

Zhou Zhijie's Tao, although it is Haoran righteousness, pays attention to entering the Tao with literature and cultivating a Haoran righteousness, but in the final analysis, it is still inseparable from the loyalty of the monarch as a minister, the lower body of public opinion, and the heavens listen.

Fundamentally speaking, Yang Xuan felt that Zhou Zhijie's Haoran Way was not as free and majestic as Zuo Qinghou's way of the battlefield.

His feeling is that he is talking on paper, without experiencing any life and death tempering.

Therefore, when the neat and uniform battle formation was arranged, and the neat soldiers and horses attacked, the pressure on Yang Xuan was not as light as Zuo's.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that his cultivation has recently improved.

The long black knife slashed out lightly, like a black lightning bolt, and in an instant, it attacked like a ripple.

The indifference on Zhou Zhijie's face disappeared, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

He already knew that he might not be Yang Xuan's opponent, but he never thought that the gap would be so big, so big that Yang Xuan could easily break his moves with just a casual move.

When he watched the soldiers and horses that had been transformed by the mighty spirit decay, decayed, and finally disappeared, he almost had the illusion that the army was defeated and the general trend had gone.

But he hadn't given up yet, his face was grim, the scroll was shocked, he opened his mouth, and a word popped out of his mouth: "Chao ......"

He only said one word, and he couldn't say it anymore, because Yang Xuan's long knife had already stopped at the center of his eyebrows, and the sharp knife intent made his eyebrows itch for a while.

He took out the piece of Yang Jade wrapped in gloves from his arms, and after throwing it into the storage ring, Yang Xuan's long knife dissipated without a trace.

Looking at Yang Xuan's distant back, Zhou Zhijie suddenly spoke: "Why don't you kill me?"

"Maybe I want you to see how you end!"

Yang Xuan's figure in the distance was stunned, and a word came over, and then the whole person disappeared.

Yang Xuan's words came into his ears, making Zhou Zhijie's eyes glow with a hint of strangeness, and after a while, he seemed to mutter: "I will never be Yue Fei." ”

Standing on a mountain peak, Yang Xuan took out the Yang Jade and threw it on the ground.

Rumble!

A light that penetrated the sky and the earth was about to disperse, Yang Xuan's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly wrapped it again with the Netherworld Black Silk Glove.

The light disappeared, Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, if it wasn't for his quick reaction, there might have been many martial artists rushing to him at this time.

Although he was not afraid, he was always in some trouble.

Shen Nian poked out, he wanted to see the internal structure of the Yang Jade, but before he could get close to the Yang Jade, he took it back.

Yang Xuan's face was full of surprise, this Yang Jade could even burn the Divine Thoughts, it was really a thing of the Sun.

Originally, he wanted to use his divine thoughts to see how the internal structure of the Yang Jade was, but now it seemed that it was impossible, so he could only give up.

However, the Netherworld Glove obtained from Zhou Zhijie did not have such concerns, and after being swept away, his heart was completely clear.

In terms of material, this Netherworld Glove is almost the same as the one he has always carried on his body, but the difference is that it is extremely ingenious and engraved with some formation patterns, and a large amount of cold heaven and earth power is stored in it, making this glove the coldest thing, so it can barely touch the Yang Jade.

However, the power of ice inside the glove is being consumed at an extremely fast rate, and I am afraid that it will not be long before it will be consumed.

By that time, I'm afraid the gloves will be burned through.

After thinking about it, he directly took out his glove, painted a cat and a tiger, and began to engrave the pattern in it on the spot, and after several failures, he successfully carved the pattern.

Of course, the pattern he carved was not the same as the one inside the previous glove, and some changes were made.

After carving out the pattern, he added the power of ice to the glove, but what he added was not the power of heaven and earth, but the ice array formed by the water aura.

After entering, he put on the glove, and with a slight wave of his hand, a white cold arrow shot out and landed on a boulder not far away.

Click.

The boulder instantly turned into a huge block of ice, and then made a clattering sound and shattered to the ground.

The power is not bad, if you do it with all your strength, I am afraid that it will be worthy of Yang Xuan's cold ice array with all its strength.

He nodded with satisfaction, this can be regarded as the second magic weapon he has refined, it can be regarded as an unexpected gain.

After erasing the other glove, he put away the glove and flew straight into the sky.

It was imperative that he find the people of the Holy Mountain to plunder the soul power.

After flying all the way without knowing how long, he had met countless waves of martial artists with different cultivations, but none of them were from the Holy Mountain.

On the way, he also killed a few spirit beasts and absorbed some souls, but the black bead was still standing still, and it seemed that he had not eaten enough.

The barge yang jade arrived, but there was still a lack of cold heart wood, which was also the focus of his attention, but there was no news.

In a dense forest, after killing a Venerable Spirit Beast and absorbing the soul, he suddenly stopped, and then slowly turned around, the cold light in his eyes was full, and the killing machine collapsed.

Yue Qianlou!

Yue Qianlou stood not far behind him, patted the dust on his clothes, and said to the little girl beside him: "Nannan, look, another one who doesn't like grandpa, what do you say about this?"

The little girl was silent, Yue Qianlou raised her head, grinned at Yang Xuan, and said, "You say, what should I do?"

Yang Xuan's face was like frost, he looked at Yue Qianlou coldly, and only after a while did he say word by word: "Why do you want to kill Xiaohua?"

Yue Qianlou rubbed his faint old eyes: "What kind of little flowers and grass?"

Yang Xuan said coldly: "That little girl." ”

Yue Qianlou suddenly realized: "Oh, that little girl, it's too lonely to be alone, I'll find someone to play with her." ”

He then bowed his head, with a loving smile on his face: "Nannan, did you say?"

Yang Xuan followed his gaze and looked at his side.

There, Xiaocao swayed slightly, empty.

"Who is Nannan?" Yang Xuan asked with a strange look in his eyes.

Yue Qianlou smiled, as if she was very happy: "Nan Nan is my granddaughter, look at it, are you good?"

As he spoke, he touched the head of the little girl next to him with his hand.

But in Yang Xuan's sight, it was still empty.

Yang Xuan finally understood that this Yue Qianlou was simply a madman, a madman who relied on imagination to comfort himself.

This kind of madman, even if he does something unreasonable, is not surprising.

After a pause for a while, Yang Xuan suddenly said: "There is no one next to you." ”

Yue Qianlou was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled: "You're afraid you're blind, you can't see such a cute girl standing in front of you?"

The expression on Yang Xuan's face did not change, but he continued: "There is no one next to you, and the girl does not exist."

Yue Qianlou smiled, took the hand of the little girl next to him and said, "Let's go, Nannan, this is a blind man, we don't care about the blind man, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, Yue Qianlou turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Yang Xuan suddenly stabbed and stabbed with a long knife, but instead of stabbing at Yue Qianlou, he stabbed at Yue Qianlou's side.

"How dare you !!"

Yue Qianlou was furious, and a huge killing intent rose to the sky, suppressing the heavens and the earth, and swept towards Yang Xuan.

Wow!

The long knife instantly retreated, and after the violent vibration, it dissipated in the air, and Yang Xuanhu's mouth was numb.

Under the huge killing intent, Yang Xuan actually felt like a small boat in a raging storm, with the possibility of destruction at any time, so he couldn't help but retreat a few steps back.

Shocked in his heart, a long black knife had appeared in his hand again, and the aura was surging wildly.

Fifth on the list of people, Sword Saint Yue Qianlou!

At this moment, he finally knew why he became the fifth on the list.

Yue Qianlou was furious, his hair was open, his eyes were staring at Yang Xuan, and he said word by word: "Do you want to die!!"

Rumble.

As soon as the word of death came out, the entire heaven and earth were directly torn apart by countless sword lights.

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