Han turned around and went upstairs.

Unexpectedly, there were already people upstairs, and Jiankang Tong sentenced Ning Hongzheng to sit by the window, and watched his boss ascend the stairs for a long time, and said with a smile: "Lord Han will give up, but it's not your style, aren't you afraid of iron-blooded blame?" ”

Han also chose a window table to sit down, and snorted coldly, "Ning Tong has this leisure, it is better to care more about your family's Fan Master, but don't involve Ning Xianggong." ”

Ning Hong couldn't laugh, and said embarrassedly: "Drink and drink." ”

Han pulled the corners of his mouth.

Neither of them noticed that there was an ordinary man sitting in a corner by the window, and he was talking in a Shinto manner, saying that this guy is terrible, and he is also a talented man who does not lose to the master, but unfortunately, after all, he fell into the heart of the painter, and he cannot become a saint in this world, not as good as the saint on the bank of the Bianhe River, but he can also be regarded as a sage.

sighed again that the young man couldn't get this sage, he couldn't be the overlord of the Spring and Autumn Period, and he couldn't even reach Yue Jingzhong's level, but it was a pity that he had the talent of thunder splitting immortality.

Immediately, he said that there was still a master, this young man was only a teenager, and the ghost knew which sages he would meet in the future.

It's terrible, it's a terrible world.

At the feet of the man, there is a hexagram flag with four characters on it.

Heaven and earth.

The young man holding the sword was not at his feet, staring at Zhong Xuan with an ink paper umbrella above his head, the sword in his arms trembled like a spiritual snake, making a crisp sword groan, the sharp killing intent was excited, and the wind and snow were suddenly chaotic.

Zhong Xuan was helpless, "You want to stop me?" ”

The young man holding the sword shook his head, "Don't stop, kill." ”

Li Ruyu pressed the sword and wanted to make a move, thought about it and stepped aside, since this gentleman is a sage and a strange person, he should not be able to cross the river This miracle means, I am afraid that the saint like the grass mound on the bank of the Bianhe River has more mysterious abilities.

If the young man holding the sword can really pose a threat to this gentleman, it is not too late to make another move.

Before coming to Jiankang to take office, Liu Yin conveyed the empress's meaning very vaguely, and let him watch it, so why not leave Jiankang to be that idle cloud and wild crane?

Li Ruyu does not want to punish the sages.

The young man holding the sword indifferently glanced at Li Ruyu who had retreated to the side, his eyes were cold, and his undisguised killing intent cut his skin like a knife, as if he wanted to kill Li Ruyu after killing Zhong Xuan.

Li Ruyu showed a mean smile, I am waiting for you.

Another bruised thunder fell, and the ink paper umbrella above Zhong Xuan's head shattered, and the painting sage was silent, and with a wave of his hand, another ink paper umbrella rose above his head.

Extremely small enough to fit one person.

But there is a more terrifying thunder rejection power, and the blue and purple thunder struck on it, and it disappeared directly.

The next moment, the snow clouds in the sky turned blood red, and the blue and purple thunder that fell also turned blood red.

The blood-red thunder fell, and the small paper umbrella was turbulent, and it obviously couldn't last long.

The sword-hugging youth seized this brief opportunity.

Step out.

If the body moves, the sword comes out.

The wind and snow between heaven and earth stopped suddenly, and everyone was shocked to find that the snowflakes were frozen in the air for an instant, and when the snowflakes fluttered again, the young man holding the sword was already standing three meters in front of Zhong Xuan, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out without any strangeness.

It's an ordinary sword.

But in the eyes of the martial artists, it is a clever sword.

Zhong Xuan is a scholar, although in this world, because of Li Ru's torpedo split, the painting path has suddenly been raised to an incredible height, but he is only a scholar after all.

I don't know martial arts.

For the ingenious sword of the young man holding the sword, he couldn't see too many clues.

It's just that there is a sense of vigilance in my heart.

With a flip of his wrist, the pen hao made a heavy horizontal stroke in front of him.

Vertical is a sword, horizontal is a knife.

The ink flowed into a short knife, if there was substance, it was horizontal in front of Zhong Xuan, and the thick and simple meaning collapsed the snow under his feet, turned into a stream of water, and was instantly stirred by the sword intent, bursting into mist.

Zhong Xuan and the young man holding the sword were in the mist, just like the immortal duel Immortal Wonderland Yao Chi, which made people feel refreshed.

The ink short knife and the sword of the young man holding the sword touched.

Boom!

There was a metal clash of metals.

The ink knife burst out in an instant, turning into endless ink gas and melting into the wind and snow.

The long sword is still pointed at Zhong Xuan's chest, absolutely strong, indomitable, even if the sword is a high mountain, this sword is between the mountains, it is the sea, and this sword is the sword that breaks the water.

Unstoppable.

This sword is not fast, but it contains infinite power.

One force to break ten.

The shot handed out by Yue Pingchuan to Yuanqu at the foot of the sunset mountain is similar, both are as heavy as mountains, but the sword of the young man holding the sword has a trace of sharpness that pierces everything.

This is the difference between a gun and a sword.

The gunman, the king of a hundred soldiers, pays attention to a sinking word, and is the posture of the king who sweeps everything.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the way of a gentleman lies in being straight, which is the calm pleasure of ignoring everything in front of him and piercing all the charms with a sword.

The young man holding the sword was expressionless, and his killing intent was like weaving.

Zhong Xuan was surprised but not panicked, the pen in his hand was reversed, and in the time that could not be sent, he sketched a big river with a few strokes, a pale cyan river condensed by ink.

The river is surging.

After nine bends and eighteen bends, it pours thousands of miles, roaring, rushing, beating with an eternal melody.

On the banks of the great river, it seems to sound the sound of the eternals, as if giving birth to one civilization after another, and the heaviness of history is condensed in the water of the Taotao River.

The Great River is the mother.

It is the foundation of the civilization of heaven and earth, and it is the sacred and inviolable place of origin.

All things are inviolable!

At this moment, countless people seemed to hear the sound of the turbid waves emptying, as if from ancient times, seeing the naked figures of the ancestors on the riverside, and hearing the roar of the dragon being conquered.

This is a big river, but also a small river, only half a foot wide, suddenly lying between the sword-holding youth and Zhong Xuan.

In the restaurant, Han and Ning Hong glanced at each other, this river ......

It's not the Yellow River!

Painting the brush and the Yellow River, this painting sage is simply an immortal.

Han asked the general surnamed Liang next to him, "Can it be blocked?" ”

The family surnamed Liang will be full of red, like a woman flushing, and his soul will be turbulent, and it is hard to say a word in an incredible way.

Han shook his head with a smile.

I hope it's stoppable.

The fortune teller in the corner was surprised, "Moved to the Yellow River?" What a big deal! Then he smiled a little interestingly, "If this can't stop the young man's sword, what else can this sage move." ”

The young man holding the sword has a river in his eyes.

In his heart, he only has the sword in his hand.

The sword in my hand is straight and unbroken.

He didn't believe that a river of ink and ink could block his sword with a paintbrush condensing out of thin air.

The sword pierced into the river.

The body of the sword trembled violently, but it was like a lonely boat entering a river, and like a big fish breaking through the waves, trying to cut off this river and penetrate the chest of the sage.

The sound of the waves was sudden.

The flow of the river became more and more surging, and suddenly a hole was opened.