"Impossible," Yin Ying finally spoke, her voice hoarse but firm, "The Heavenly Dao is impossible to defeat!" ”

Santwosan still said gently: "But he is not the way of heaven, he is ......"

Before he finished speaking, Yin Ying burst out of a shadow corner, and his short sword in both hands slashed together, approaching three, two, three!

Three, two, three at this time, with his back to the imperial city, he can't hide or retreat, and he has very little experience in fighting, if he is really entangled by Yin Ying to compete with this fist and kick, then he will not need a quarter of an hour at all, and he will be killed by Yin Ying in a moment. I have to say that the timing of Yin Ying's selection is too good, and the persecution is too wonderful, he is worthy of being the tenth grandmaster in the world, just this eyesight and ruthlessness, compared with three, two, three, three, it is still too tender.

The short sword fluttered in the air, and Santwo-Three knew that it was stabbing at him, but he couldn't grasp its tracks, and he couldn't see its direction.

How is that good?

Since you can't hide, you just don't hide!

He sat down and picked up the Xuanbi that Geng Xinghuo had given his name, using heaven and earth as paper and spirit as ink, and drawing horizontally against the two short swords that he didn't know what to do.

The dull straight flew out, at the two short swords, without saying a word, it was a blow, like a precept to admonish a student, so severe and harsh, so that you can't open your mouth, you can't escape!

The short sword in Yin Ying's hand trembled violently, but it was just a punishment, but it was like a child meeting a strict teacher.

Yin Ying frowned, she didn't see any movement, but her hands trembled, and the two short swords seemed to disappear out of thin air, but in an instant, as if they were moving instantly, they opened their fangs at the end of the horizontal end, and shot quickly, hitting the point, and galloping back.

Three, two, three are not impatient, they are still so gentle. Although he is middle-aged, there is still the demeanor of the year between his temples, his eyes are clear and incomprehensible, and he chuckled: "Although you have not been able to set foot in the blue sky, you have entered the pseudo-heavenly way and the master who is determined by the heavens, hovering between stepping on the blue sky and listening to the sky." I thought that you were quite different from the first nine, but I didn't expect you to be a blessing in disguise, this hidden method is becoming more and more sophisticated, and even the pseudo-heavenly dao does not hesitate to transform your qi for you, what a blessing, Yin Ying. ”

Yin Ying didn't say a word, and hid coldly in the shadows, trying to strike a fatal blow.

What's more, the tactics of agitation are so clumsy that Yin Ying is too lazy to listen. Since bowing down to this Heavenly Dao, how many unbearable ridicules has she listened to over the years? With this little skill, I don't even have the qualifications to lift shoes for those people. What's more, when they reach their realm, every thought is a weakness that costs people's lives, so naturally they will not rush forward like those fledgling little stunned people who rush forward when they hear the excitement. Not to mention that Yin Ying is still an assassin! The assassin who is best at assassination!

"Heh," Santwo-san finally realized his stupidity, shook his head awkwardly at the deserted street, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry." When I was a child, it was written in those scripts. Said that as long as the generals are excited, you warriors will not be able to stand it, I always thought that this was a hint unique to martial artists, but I didn't expect ......"

He bowed his head again in great shame and said sincerely, "I'm sorry. ”

Yin Ying's whole body shrunk in a daze, disdainfully pursed his mouth, and said in his heart, a nerd is a nerd, even if he ascends to the sky, he is still a nerd.

The short sword in his hand was held tighter, but the shadow under him broke away from the darkness, splitting into two and two into four...... The continuous differentiation finally turned into inconspicuous small black dots, which melted into dust with the snow, and slowly struck towards threes, twos, threes.

But at this moment, Santwo-3 seemed to feel something, and looked up.

In the distance, there was a thunder penalty from the sky, and the immortals rebuked angrily.

Recently, there was a sword qi reversed, and a demon beast was born.

Santwosa finally knew that it was time and he could go......

So he held the pen again, turned the inkstone into an air, and melted into it, and lit a little in this sky, and a horizontal horizontal in this underground, and felt not very satisfied, and hooked a corner table on the east side, and made a stack of books on the west side, and made a paper on the south side, and wiped the pen on the west side.

Seems to be all?

No, not less!

What's missing?

Less book?

That's right, less books! In this world, there is the sound of Buddha and thunder, and the sound of rivers and lakes and the sound of swords, but how can I not have the sound of reading!

He swayed his qi to his heart's content, with one stroke, there was a ** child babbling, a painting had a drooping child reciting, a weak crown young man scolded Fang Xuan, and a young man with a flower armor pointed out the country!

They sit or stand, in different forms; They are young and old, of all ages; They are stable or dry, and they have different temperaments...... The only thing they have in common is wearing cloth shoes and holding a book in their hands.

The cloth shoes are bright yellow, and the name of the book is the people.

Step on the world and study hard

Dust swept under their feet and came upon their scrolls.

They raised their hands, raised their feet, and stepped on them fiercely, and suddenly countless black shadows exploded out of the countless dust, scurrying around. These black shadows are all humanoid, but they are inhumane, all of them seem to be wild and uncivilized savages in ancient times, no matter what pen, ink, paper, inkstone, old and young, women and children, catch one and bite the other, and what falls into their mouths is not complete! Especially when the same humans attack each other, it makes their blood boil!

The black shadow of the human figure was like a beast, with its limbs downward, preying on these weak scholars.

Three, two, three, without saying a word, splashed the inkstone pen and ink directly, and there were mountain peaks that were pressed down, and the bloodthirsty black shadows that smashed screamed endlessly, making them turn into a puff of smoke and go like this.

A little ink is a grave!

Yin Ying's hands trembled a little, a little scared.

But what she's afraid of is not that he will make a move, but that he won't make a move!

She took advantage of the gap between him splashing ink, and slashed the scholars in her left hand with her left hand, and stabbed him with her right hand sword!

Santwosan is not Yin Ying's opponent after all, he is a scholar, even if he steps into the blue sky, his essence is still a scholar.

But a reader also has the backbone of a reader!

Three, two, three think like this, and so do the readers.

"I've read 10,000 books, but I can't travel a thousand miles."

Three-two-three's gaze crossed Yin Ying, over Chang'an, over Dongwu, and over all those who could stop him.

"Actually, a long, long time ago, I wanted to go out for a walk......

Yin Ying's sword was ten steps away from him.

"Go and see the scene of the desert being lonely and the sun setting over the long river......"

There are thousands of miles in the desert, and the sunset falls, trapping Yin Ying, and bending the short sword. Yin Ying was still extremely indifferent, decisively abandoned the short sword in her right hand, and created a mirror out of thin air in the desert, one end of the desert, the other end of the desert, between the mirror, she used the qi machine as a medium, and forcibly rushed out!

Yin Ying's sword was five steps away from him.

"Go and see the dead vines and old trees, and the small bridges and flowing waters......"

There are withered vines nestled in the old trees, the old trees are attached to the crows, and the small bridges flow through the people's houses, who will ride the thin horses? The sun sets, and only Yin Ying is at the end of the world. But Yin Ying's expression became colder and colder, and the afterglow of the setting sun lengthened her shadow and controlled her pace, and she could only go wherever the shadow went. Will she be controlled by others? It's ridiculous!

As soon as Yin Ying thought of it, his breath moved, and those black shadows pounced, biting the thin horse, biting the sunset, and then Shi Shiran and Yin Ying went together to deal with those scholars with fine skin and tender meat.

Yin Ying's sword was one step away from him.

"But I can't go, I don't think I'll ever go again in my life."

Some scholars took off their yellow cloth shoes and threw them at the brutes in human skins.

"As far as the eye can see, the strength of the feet is not reached, how sad is it?"

Yin Yin struck forward with the dark shadows. And those nerds who read books stupidly are silently using their bodies as shields, barefoot, and reading aloud.

The sound of reading aloud, mixed with the sound of excited killing, the ink of the book, but it was masked by the strong bloody atmosphere.

The book is still there, but there are rows and rows of people down

"My generation of scholars ......" A young man was impassioned, but his head was bitten off by a black shadow.

"It should be written for the people...... an old man said in a low voice, but his chest was directly hollowed out by the black shadow.

"Don't be a slave ......to the emperor," said one child, firmly, but his limbs were torn off by a black shadow.

The last scholar also died, and the wall of the row of people collapsed, leaving the three twos and three people with their backs to the imperial city.

"Our generation of scholars should be books for the people, not for the emperor's slaves, not for the emperor's slaves...... Not for the emperor slave! Three-two-three muttered to himself.

"It's over......" Yin Ying looked at him with a complicated expression. Although the process of this battle was full of ups and downs, the outcome was already predestined, and he was already destined to live and die today from the day he entered Chang'an City.

Is this fate? Is it a destiny? Yin Ying was in a trance, but when he thought that Wen Renshan, who was very likely to become a great treasure in the future, died at the foot of the imperial city like this, he immediately sobered up and thought about it carefully, which was inevitably a little inappropriate.

Yin Ying sighed lightly, let's leave it to His Majesty to dispose of.

"I was wrong." Three, two, three suddenly spoke.

"You should tell Your Majesty these words." Yin Ying returned to its previous coldness.

"No, I'm right again." Three, two, three smiled slightly. It was this smile that made Yin Ying's heart suddenly cold, as if the cold air of the death scythe blade was swallowing at her delicate neck!

She jerked backwards, frantically fleeing. He did not hesitate to let all the black shadows burst, just to stop the pace of death.

But it didn't work...... It's useless, it's useless, it's useless!

The scythe has been raised, and death will come!

At this most critical moment, the shadow behind Yin Ying suddenly broke away from her and blew itself up, blocking death for a moment, but in this instant, Yin Ying had already fled more than a hundred feet!

Three-two-three shook his head, and reluctantly got up, and blood and water were spilling out of all seven orifices.

"It's a pity, if it weren't for the shadow that Heavenly Dao gave you, you would have died."

"You're crazy!" Yin Ying's heart palpitated, and his ordinary face was full of fear and anger, and back and forth was a sentence, "You're crazy, you're crazy......"

"I'm going to try anyway," Santwo-Three chuckled softly, "even if I can't prove that I can, I must prove that I can't!" ”

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ps. Three more presented, full of sleepiness, please allow me to bring my naked cover and sleep. Readers, good dreams.