The tip of the sword of the young man holding the sword was smoothed, and his heart was uneven.

The sword intent became more and more high.

Zhong Xuan shook his head, "I have no grievances with you, I will not face each other in life and death, you have already taken out the sword, Lin'an can also have an explanation, just stop it, don't miss Qingqing's life." ”

The young man holding the sword laughed self-deprecatingly, but his expression floated with a hint of respect, "I have been learning swords since I was a child, and I have been invincible so far. ”

Zhong Xuan was helpless, "It's not more than three, if this sword is useless, please retreat, don't miss my trip." ”

The young man holding the sword suddenly swung his sword, a sword in the east and a sword in the west, without any rules, there was a terrible sound in the wind and snow, and the sky was chaotic and symphonic, and there were many sword intent around Zhong Xuan.

Ah Mu suddenly said softly: "Nine swords besiege and kill." ”

Li Ruyu was puzzled, and before he could speak, Ah Mu said again: "No, I want to unite the nine swords." ”

The figure of the young man holding the sword is insignificant.

Nine figures appeared in the sword intent in the sky, as if they were divided into nine.

Nine sword intents, one.

The yin wind roared angrily, and the nine ethereal shadows of the sword-holding youth burst out, and after returning to one, a sword stabbed out.

This sword exploded at a low altitude, and the young man holding the sword shone with sword light, like a round of low-hanging bright moon.

The moon shines on the river.

Wherever the light goes, there are swords.

Although there is only one sword, there are ninety-nine eighty-one swords, and there seem to be thousands of swords.

The young man holding the sword was covered with swords.

He is a sword, and it is a bright moon rolling down from the sky.

Seeing the excitement, Ah Mu pulled Li Ruyu's cuffs and praised: "Yes, yes, this sword spirit is one, and it has climbed to eighty zhang high." ”

Li Ruyu gasped.

The eighty-zhang tall swordsman has not lost to Yue Pingchuan and Zhao Li who were at the foot of the sunset mountain that day, could it be that Wang Kun has the confidence to dare him to kill a sage and sage who paints the Tao.

Yes, I do.

Ah Mu said again: "Don't you make a move?" ”

At this time, if you make a move by yourself and cooperate with the sword-hugging young man to kill the sage of the painting Dao, you are absolutely seventy percent sure.

But if he doesn't make a move, the young man holding the sword also has great hope.

However, when he came to Jiankang, the woman who sat on the world made it very clear that everything was subject to Ruyu's intentions, and if Li Ruyu was not allowed, even if he could kill the stranger with his hand, he couldn't do it.

Li Ruyu shook his head, "Wait." ”

Since he is a sage of the painting path, will he be stabbed under the sword by an eighty-zhang tall swordsman?

Li Ruyu didn't believe it.

After all, having seen the handwriting of the sage of Kusakika, even if this sage of painting is not a saint, he should have the strength to fight, otherwise the sage and the master and the like are not worth a lot of money.

Zhong Xuan didn't dare to be careless, he was actually shocked, as an alien in Jiankang, he didn't have too much contact with the official career of the rivers and lakes, and this was the first time he fought with a human sword after becoming an alien.

Although he didn't know how to do it, he had a sense of life and death crisis in his heart, and he didn't dare to be careless.

The pen in his hand is flipped over, and the pen is like flying.

Clothes and belts.

This painting sage pen master mentioned one by one, with the canvas of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers as ink, the pen hao between the movements, the Tao rhyme is long, and the vicissitudes of ink and wash are invisible.

The next moment, a huge pale cyan figure rose up.

Gods in the world!

Whether there are gods or goddesses in the world, whether there are demons and monsters, there are different opinions.

The empress didn't believe it.

So she asked the alien Xu Zhen to lead five hundred forbidden troops to see the world beyond the East China Sea, she didn't believe that there were immortal mountains overseas, and she didn't gather Taoist monks from all over the world to see the world above the sky.

The world believes.

However, there are people who are gods in the world, just like Liu Xiangyang was named a god by the people decades later.

At this moment, there is a god on the bank of the Qinhuai River.

A sword giant is as high as two feet, covered with ink and light green air, standing in front of Zhong Xuan, wearing armor and pressing the sword, his eyes are wide and angry, he wears a high hat and iron sideburns, his hair is upside down, and he is rough and domineering.

Pedal flow cloud body ring Ruicai.

In the painting of this god-like deity, a strange person was born, and heaven and earth were felt.

Above the sky, the blood cloud was hanging low, and suddenly it changed to glow, and in an instant, the blood red turned colorful, and a colorful thunder fell silently from the sky in the glow.

The sages also had visions, the Qinhuai River was swept by turmoil, and the clear water of a river seemed to be shaken by someone's hand, slapping the shore and storming the waves.

Upstairs in Linjiang, Ning Hongkou was so stunned that he couldn't speak, don't say anything about this kind of immortal handwriting, he has never heard of it in his life, but today it is staged in front of him.

Han stared silently below, with mixed emotions.

The man in the corner sighed, "It's amazing, it's also a terrible, first copy the soul of the Yellow River, then draw the shape of Mount Tai, and then paint the folk god Zhong Kui, worthy of painting the saint." ”

This person is not much inferior to the saint of Bianhe Grass Mound.

In the many dwellings on the shore of Qinhuai, the ordinary people who witnessed it through the cracks in the window lattice, how could they see such a posture, coupled with the transformation of blood clouds in the sky, the glow rolling, I really thought that the gods were coming, and countless people knelt down.

Even the soldiers of the Jiankang Mansion who were responsible for maintaining order on the street couldn't help but kneel.

O gods!

The gods in the eyes of the laity, but the young man holding the sword has fish and meat in his eyes, and he is fearless and strong, like the bright moon falling, the sword intent is Ling Chi, this sword I will wipe you out!

The colorful thunder also fell majestically, wanting to put strangers to death.

Zhong Kui, the giant who walked into the world from the pen hao, is like a god, it is a pale cyan ink, but if there is substance, it seems to be slow but in fact it is extremely fast to raise his head and raise his hand.

Colorful thunder fell into his left hand, and his five fingers were like claws.

When the thunder writhed, it burst out and turned into streamers.

The five fingers of the right hand are like a tower, but it is not a tower, but a bright moon, and the young man holding the sword turns into a bright moon.

The bright moon shines brightly.

Countless sharp sword qi shot out.

The giant Zhong Kui did not move like a mountain, his left hand grabbed the thunder, his right hand held up the bright moon, and his head looked up like a long roar.

The bright moon is dim.

The sword-holding young man tumbled and fell from the air, his face was extremely pale, and the sword returned in vain.

Zhong Kui, the pale cyan giant condensed from Zhong Xuan's pen, had a vague figure, fluttering like a flame, and finally disappeared silently, as if it had never appeared.

Quiescence.

No one spoke.

For a long time, Ah Mucai, who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, said softly to Li Ruyu: "As far as this giant of pen and ink is concerned, I think this sage has to be a hundred zhang. ”

Li Ruyu thought for a moment and shook his head, "No." ”

You have only heard, but you have not seen with your own eyes the demeanor of the hundred-zhang tall master watching the fishing sword, it is really as if a great river has fallen from the sky, far from the giant depicted by the sage in front of him with heaven and earth as a canvas......

If the master is 100 zhang, this sage can probably have ninety?

Li Ruyu is not sure.

In the silence, not far away, someone stepped on the snow and chanted, and came with a sword at his waist: "The red flag is held high, and it flies out of the deep willow tree; The drum hits the spring thunder, and the smoke waves go far back. ”

The visitor was dressed in a shabby robe, but the words of stepping on the snow were chic and unique.

It's an old sourman.

Shangyuan County Master Book Huang Baoyi.