"Seventy zhang!"

Li Ruyu, who had been pressing his sword in the ears of onlookers, suddenly remembered a familiar voice, and Ah Mu didn't know what to come to his side.

Li Ruyu turned his head sideways, "He is seventy zhang tall, how much is he not inferior to Yue Pingchuan and Zhao Li, who were baptized by the Sword of Spring and Autumn?" ”

Ah Mu nodded, "Now you know that Wang Kun has the ability to reverse the situation in Lin'an that day, that day and night at the foot of the mountain, if this person uses his sword to cooperate with Zhao Li, he can not only kill Yue Pingchuan, but also kill you, and even unite with the third son of the Yue family, he can also kill the empress." ”

"Then why didn't Wang Kun let him make a move?" Li Ruyu was puzzled.

Ah Mu shook his head, "How do I know." ”

Li Ruyu frowned and pondered, the reason why Wang Kun didn't make a move was most likely because Zhao Li was dead or it was more beneficial to do the opposite, and killing himself was only a sword for the empress.

As for uniting the third son of the Yue family to kill the empress, it is even more impossible.

Even if the empress's country is not right, but after all, it is the king of Daliang, no matter how iron-blooded Wang Kun is, he does not dare to bear the reputation of killing the king, and even if the third son of the Yue family is a stranger, he is not willing to kill the empress at that juncture.

killed the empress, and the Yue family did not want to have a good life after Zhao Yu ascended the throne, and they would be liquidated.

So there is no possibility of an alliance.

He immediately sighed, "This sage, can he defeat this seventy-zhang sword?" ”

Ah Mu thought for a while, "It's hard to say, I can't see through the depth of this painting, but it's really amazing, I actually moved a big river with a few strokes, and I don't know what else he can move." ”

The crack of the river immediately burst out invisible.

The sword has become the end of the powerful crossbow.

The young man holding the sword returned to the sword with some surprise, and said something interesting, there is really such a magic power in the world.

Jonghyun smiled and said nothing.

The sword-hugging young man was fierce, "Come again!" ”

Zhong Xuan held the pen and laughed: "Come and don't be rude, please." ”

Flip the brush with your wrist and wave it again.

There are still a few brushstrokes, and the white sketch outlines a mountain peak, a pale cyan peak that is not steep or strange.

But it is a majestic mountain.

A mountain peak overlooking the mountains of the world rises from the ground, birds hovering over the rocks, and the road is full of meaning.

In an instant, he was angry.

Suddenly, the sound of the yellow bell sounded in the ears of countless people, and it seemed that there was a king shouting to the heavens, like an immortal sitting on the top of the mountain, and the majestic and solemn and sacred aura instantly rose up, crushing the sky!

The mountains look up.

But it was very small, only the size of a grinding disc, and it hung upside down and pressed down on the sword-hugging young man.

Very small mountains are heavy.

The sages of the painting Dao made a gesture, and they actually used the mountains as a tool, and the pen of the immortals was ended.

The young man holding the sword felt that there was really a high mountain pressing down from the top of his head, and the heaviness made people desperate and suffocating.

Raise your sword.

Since I can break your river with one sword, can't I break this mountain!

The tip of the sword pierced the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The tip of the sword touches the mountain.

The earth shook suddenly, the young man holding the sword fell to the ground, the closer the distance between the big bluestone slabs within a radius of a few meters, the deeper it sank, forming a curve pit, and then crackling and exploding into jagged fragments, most of them were slightly upturned, like a blooming stone flower, which was magnificent.

Countless hand-sized cracks spread like spider webs from the edge of the stone flower, covering the entire long street along the Qinhuai River.

The face of the young man holding the sword turned pale.

In an instant, where the tip of the sword and the mountain peak touched, layers of air patterns suddenly rippled, spreading outward in circles.

A strong wind blows.

The snow on the ground seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, with the feet of the sword-holding young man as the central dot, spreading in all directions, layer upon layer, and finally forming a one-meter-high wall of snow that swept around.

The wall of snow brushed past Jonghyun and burst out in front of the sage of painting.

The snow wall swept towards Li Ruyu, the young man frowned, did not dare to be careless, and rushed to stop in front of A Mu, the long sword in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath, and turned upside down from the bottom to the top: Lao Tie's sword drawing technique.

This wall of snow burst out, but Li Ruyu took three steps back.

Ah Mu didn't appreciate it, and pouted and said, Do I still need your protection, but there was some warmth between his eyebrows and eyes.

The snow wall blew towards a green building.

In the loud bang, the Qinglou was hit hard, and the entire building was shaking, causing many female dancers in the Qinglou to scream, but fortunately it did not collapse.

It's just that the lintel falls off, splashing up puffs of smoke and dust.

The restaurant where Han and Ning Hong were also affected by the pond fish, but like the Qinglou, it only shook for a while, and the two Jiankang Mansion bigwigs looked at each other, and it took a long time to say that this posture is not inferior to the collision of a hundred horsemen and iron armor.

The two Jiankang senior officials, both of whom are scholars, felt for the first time that there should really not be so many strangers in this cold world.

The mountain peaks outlined by Zhong Xuan with a few strokes, it is not difficult for well-informed people to see that it is the head of all the mountains in the world that the kings of all dynasties have to go to seal Zen: Mount Tai!

Move the Yellow River first, and then move Mount Tai.

How many more such strangers come, and the cool king can sleep peacefully?

What if I wake up one night and find that the Ouchi Palace has been annihilated by water and crushed by Mount Tai?

This is still a painting of the sages.

Not saints.

If it were a great Confucian sage who wrote a book and said it, would he stand thousands of miles away and say that the Great Liang Tianzi should be killed, and then the king would burp so quietly?

No wonder the empress wanted to establish the North Town Fusi.

The world doesn't need such a saint, there are too many of them.

But only Beizhen Fusi can kill all these saints?

No wonder the empress favors Li Ruyu so much, the young man who can't die with thunder is likely to be the sword of the empress who can really kill everyone in the world.

There are just contradictions.

If you really think like this, Li Ruyu should also make a move at this moment, and Li Ruyu's master is obviously more powerful than this painting alien, why is the empress not afraid?

Han and Ning Hong couldn't figure it out.

Then he thought about it, maybe the empress also controlled one or two aliens who could be called saints, after all, Beizhen Fusi had been established for twelve years, after all, not all aliens had no intention of career.

The tip of the sword touched the peak, and after the wall of snow, the peak crumbled.

The sword-hugging young man made a crackling sound all over his body, his face turned pale and then red for a while, his expression was depressed for a moment, and then his eyes swelled with extreme madness.

Speechless with a sword.

The tip of the long sword in his hand had been smoothed.

……

……

There is a Taoist temple on the top of Mount Tai hundreds of miles away, and there is a small Taoist priest in the Taoist temple who is quietly clearing the snow.

Suddenly, the sand and rocks were flying, and the snow was like a dance.

The little Taoist priest was shocked, shouted that there was an earthquake, and ran to the outside of the Taoist temple.

After a while, after the world was quiet, the little Taoist patted his chest and let out a sigh, fortunately it was only a small earthquake, and the Taoist temple was not damaged in the slightest.

The little Taoist priest inadvertently looked sideways and saw the top of Mount Tai not far away, and felt a little strange, and found that the peak of the mountain that could be seen when he looked up day and night seemed to be a little different from usual.

I couldn't help but wipe my eyes and take another look.

Strange, why does it feel like the top of the mountain is a little shorter?

The little Taoist priest ran back to the Taoist temple, "Master, it's not good, it's not good, your old man come and see, is the earthquake just now because the gods came, the top of the mountain seems to have been cut by the gods, and it is a few centimeters shorter!" ”

The old Taoist priest was pulled out with a fuss look, "What nonsense, how can the mountain be-"

The sound stopped abruptly.

It seems to be different from weekdays definitely.

The top of Mount Tai is three inches shorter.

Thousands of miles away under the Hukou Waterfall more than ten miles of nobody, the mother of the earth rushes endlessly, the turbid water flows for thousands of miles, giving birth to the civilization on both sides of the river, suddenly, there seems to be a huge transparent sluice knife falling into the river.

Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging.