Yue Dan's halberd covers mountains and rivers!

The force of rage rose up, and the red robe of the embroidered python on his body exuded a visible red aura, at this time, Yue Shan was no longer the third son of the Yue family, no longer the king of the north, but a berserker who fell from the sky, and a heavenly demon.

If Zhao Li's Heavenly Demon Fierce Appearance is demonic, then Yue Dan's body lives with a demon.

Fang Tian's halberd swept through the sky, the sound of wind and thunder disappeared, and it didn't even make a single sound that pierced the air, it was so quiet that it seemed that the whole world had lost its sound.

Loud voice.

In fact, at this moment, in the ears of Mao Qiuqing, Qingyi Xiucai and others, the sound of quacking made people goosebumps all over their bodies, covering up all the sounds between heaven and earth.

However, where the halberd passed, countless tiny cracks appeared in the void, and the end was magical.

Li Ruyu's sword is like a pen, and the ink pool surges between the waves, forming a huge word, and the young man is in the word, and it is fused with the word, and he raises the sword without fear.

It's like a reader raising a pen and asking Qingtian.

The ink rhyme is boundless.

The words formed by a pool of ink are also fluttering, like a dream.

The halberd intersects with the invisible ink sword.

Like a solid metal impact, the sharp sound punctures the eardrum, and almost instantly, the inkpool collapses, and the halberd bounces upside down.

Between Li Ruyu's skin, every pore is dripping with blood.

In an instant, just in an instant, Li Ruyu became a bloody man.

It's terrifying.

Everyone was secretly sighing, Li Ruyu was defeated after all.

Failure is not terrible.

Many people have risen from failure and made a comeback.

But what does it mean to fail in this day and now?

Death.

Li Ruyu was defeated, and Yue Dan would never allow him to leave Kaifeng alive.

Only Zhong Xuan, who was not far away, frowned, and found that things were not so simple, looked up at the sky in the west, suddenly smiled, and then waved his brush.

The ink flows.

The young man beside him asked puzzledly: "Sir, that young man has become a bloody man and is lost, do we still want to mix in this troubled water?" The boy couldn't help but swallow, his throat moving, "Let's go quickly." ”

Zhong Xuan smiled and held the paintbrush, and when his wrist turned, he was natural, "My generation of scholars, why not be afraid of the cold of the sword, why not be afraid of blood, you have to remember, the arrogance of the scholar is not only rich and noble, poor and unyielding, but also mighty and unyielding." ”

The boy thought for a moment, "What about the dead?" ”

Zhong Xuan laughed, "Dead? The arrogance is still there, what a pity. ”

After all, the boy is not a real reader, and it is difficult to understand Mr.'s opinion, but he vaguely feels that this gentleman of his own family, although he is not good in many places, is very good at painting, and he is a man...... It seems to work too.

Everyone thought that Li Ruyu was probably not far from death.

After all, the skin of the whole body is bloody, this is not an ordinary injury, don't look at him still standing at this time, it is likely that the vitality in the body has been cut off.

Mao Qiuqing sighed gloomily.

Qingshan Xiucai felt a little regretful, struggled to get up, prepared to leave, and stayed any longer, and when Yue Shan came to his senses, he couldn't leave if he wanted to.

Yan Qing looked at Li Ruyu silently, his eyes guilty.

Sorry, I didn't make it.

Before, I thought that no matter how strong Yue Dan was, my Yan Qing's sword would definitely be able to fight, even if he was invincible, if he wanted to kill you Li Ruyu, he would have to step on my Yan Qing's corpse first, but the reality was so ridiculous.

There is no way to stand between him and Li Ruyu.

The relationship between Yan Qing and Li Ruyu is not very good, but he is a person who does not like to talk, and once he says something, he will spend his life to do it, just like the original promise to the empress that he would like to be the sword of the sword room for the rest of his life.

However, the previous promise to Li Ruyu in Kaifeng City seemed like a joke at the moment.

For the first time, Yan Qing felt that he should continue to get stronger.

Get stronger!

Ah Mu stared at Li Ruyu for a while, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the west, surprised.

The Taoist under the elm tree stroked his beard and chuckled.

The plan has been accomplished.

As soon as Li Ruyu died, Zhao Zhen went north, and he assisted Yue Dan, and it is likely to win a seat in the next world of great contention.

The woman's hundred-legged worm dies and does not stiffen.

Zhao Changyi sits on the Western Army and has Dali as an alliance.

Yue Dan is covering mountains and rivers, the Zhenbei army is in control, and if Zhao Zhen reaches an alliance in the north, sooner or later he will be ironclad, and he has the most justifiable command in the world.

The Taoist suddenly couldn't laugh.

Because the boy wasn't dead.

The boy was covered in blood, his face was even more like a painted face, only a pair of eyes still had a trace of clarity, he turned slightly at the moment, sighed, and his voice was desolate and indifferent, not like a teenager.

"Killing is good."

This sigh is very vicissitudes, seeing through life and death, and it seems to have passed through the white mountains and black mountains of thousands of years from the long river of history.

A very simple sentence made Yue Dan and the Taoist, and even Zhong Xuan, who was waving the brush, stunned for a moment.

Kill to kill?

How does it sound familiar?

They couldn't see that behind the young man, the mountain of phantom shadows had collapsed, and after the scholar had vanished, there was a giant in armor formed by phantoms, and he rose up.

The giant stood behind the young man, like a god.

Looking down on Yue Dan.

Li Ruyu has no sword in his hand, and the giant has no sword in his hand.

The swordless giant still exudes the killing intent of smiling and proud of all beings, and is still an eternal killing god who crawled out of hell.

In the young man's heart, a voice sounded, such as Huang Zhong Dalu:

My name is white!

Ten steps and one kill can't break Yue's order, and the pen of a scholar can't refuse Fang Tian's halberd, but there is still one.

Li Ruyu didn't know who Bai Qi was.

I don't know what glorious past he had, so that when he walked into his dream, there would be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and he could only vaguely infer that this Bai Qi was a battlefield general.

A military general.

If it is an ordinary general, why would he come here on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

At this moment, Bai Qi's voice sounded in his heart, and the young man saw the tall armored phantom behind him for the first time, and there was no shock or surprise in his heart.

It's the end of the crossbow.

Li Ruyu knew that this was his last chance, if he couldn't break Yue Dan's halberd, then he would definitely die today.

The boy suddenly looked up to the west.

Behind him, the huge armored phantom also looked up at the west.

Yue Dan, who had been observing the movement after landing, was a little surprised, one was surprised that Li Ruyu was still alive, and the other was surprised that Li Ruyu seemed to be a different person, and the murderous aura on his body was not inferior to himself, and even surpassed it, and the third, in the far sky of the west, there seemed to be a sword.

Breaking through the sky.

Who is it?

Yue Shan thought of only one person: Master.

The master of Li Ruyu's family, but didn't that master go to the Western Regions, why did he appear in Kaifeng?

The next moment, Yue Dan was relieved.

The Master did not come.

Just because the young man muttered, "If the master doesn't come, I can also stand up."

The ink flowed under the boy's feet, and countless ink gases condensed, forming a huge lotus flower.

A green lotus.

The young man was covered in blood, and stood in the heart of the lotus with his eyes closed.

Such as immortals.

At this moment, the young man was painted by Zhong Xuan to calm his mind and purify his heart, facing the unequaled Yue Dan, there was no fear in his heart, and he bent his legs slightly.

Behind the young man, the huge armored phantom that was visible only to him also bent his legs slightly.

The boy quietly stretched out his right hand.

The huge phantom quietly stretched out his right hand.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, his clear eyes were full of murderous intent, soaked with unbreakable absoluteness, and his lips stained with countless blood stains were slightly closed, and he read a sentence with a resolute expression.

The sword comes.

……

……

There is a sword!