What happened between the lightning and the fire was enough to make countless people stunned.

But not everyone present.

Tian Shun, the commander of the forbidden army, in terms of official positions, is not much worse than Da Liang, I haven't seen any scenes, although Zhou Jiangdong is not mixed in Da Liang, but he is not just Da Liang Zhou Jiangdong.

Zhao Changyi won't mention it, a generation of heroes.

Gentleman's Banner ...... Thousands of troops avoid white robes, and they do not lose to Zhao Changyi.

Only Xu Xiao and Zhuo Zongtang.

These two seem to be natives of Da Liang, but the war in the past two years has made the two of them grow a lot, and they are not too surprised at the moment, but it is a pity.

What a good girl next door, but she is going to die like this.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

Although it is a pity, the two did not move - they did not know the relationship between Li Ruyu and Song Ci.

Tang Shi in Tsing Yi was surrounded by King Ming, and was shocked when he saw the body of the red-clothed Song Ci and the sword together, piercing the head of King Ming with the momentum of fearless death, but he just stood there and did not stop Song Ci.

She was just a little sad all of a sudden.

After all, she spent a not a short time with Song Ci, and now she is going to die in front of herself, as a woman, Tsing Yi Tang Shi can't be as absolute as a literati in black.

So, I felt a little sad.

When I saw Song Ci for the first time, Tang Shi was not very old, and he obeyed the order of Liu Chan, the emperor of Dazheng, and under the divine power of the emperor of Wolong, he had just come to Daliang from Dongtu, as Mr.'s "personal maid".

In fact, he is spying on Mr., because Liu Chan already suspects that Mr. is not dedicated to Da Liang in Da Liang, but has another intention to be Mr. Da Su, and Liu Chan must ensure that Mr. This chess piece will not ruin his grand ambitions.

Although it is still broken.

Because of the empress.

When I first saw Song Ci, Tang Shi liked her a little.

Compared with the ignorant Song Ci, Tang Shi knows too many things, she knows that no matter what the final outcome is, Song Ci will not be able to reunite as a family, Tang Shi even thought that if that day comes, she is willing to take her back to Dongtu.

Tang Shi is in the big recruitment, and no one can bully Song Ci for half a point.

However, Song Ci finally chose to leave Mr.

In this regard, Tang Shi doesn't know whether it's right or wrong, but he knows the severity, and he likes Song Ci no matter how much he likes it, but compared with Mr. in his heart, thousands of Song Ci are not as good as half a Mr., and even Da Liang and Dongtu are not as good as a Mr.

Therefore, she did not hesitate to betray the Great Signs King and concealed all the layouts of her husband in Daliang.

Because, Tang Shi is a woman.

At this moment, Song Ci wanted to kill Mr., and Tang Shi was sad for Song Ci.

But I'm not worried.

Sir, is it so easy to kill?

Under Liu Chan, the eternal sage, and under the planning of that Wolong, Mr. still crossed the river in Daliang to lay out various chess games for the restoration of the Great Su, although he was ultimately defeated by the empress.

But such a gentleman, how can you kill Song Ci?

Song Ci came with a sword.

Of course, the black-clothed literati had some sense, but he just sat there silently, as if he didn't know that Song Ci was coming with a sword, and he wanted to pierce people's hearts with a sword.

There are many speculations in the Da Liang world, saying that his beautiful eyes that can't see the scenery of the world are actually false blindness, but only he and Tang Shi know.

True blindness.

Blind to the hands of Liu Chan, the great saint of the ages.

He did not allow himself to be beyond his control, because he used drugs to blind himself when he was a young man in his prime and before he came to Da Liang.

But only the literati in black knew that he was blind and not Liu Chan's medicine.

It's that I see things that I shouldn't see.

Heavenly machine!

The heavenly opportunity for the restoration of the Great Soviet Union!

The father of the black-clothed literati is the royal family of Dasu, and he is also a minister of the Son of Heaven, not to mention the high power, but also the talent of the Ding country, he has surrendered to the Great Levy before the death of the country, and later became the important minister of the Great Levy court, but after all, he was guarded against by Liu Chan and could not make a difference.

But fortunately, he saved the Chu family's side line and was sent to the Watchman to become a night watchman.

This was the original intention of my father's surrender.

After all, the collapse of the Great Soviet Union at that time was already the trend of the times, and it was difficult for anyone to hold the sky alone.

So my father surrendered, preserving a meager hope for Dasu.

The direct descendants of the Chu family were imprisoned in Banbi Mountain.

The black-clothed literati have been gifted since he was a child, and he was born to be a near-the-way person, and he was once told by a land fairy proverb that the dragon could not see the head and the tail, saying that this son should be a boat against the current, which can support a country.

So he was pinned on high hopes by his father.

Hope for the restoration of the country.

I never thought that in order to make this Daliang world, which was regarded as a barbaric place by the people of Dongtu, become a garden after a country, Emperor Dali snatched the empress from Banbi Mountain and sent Daliang, and after learning the news, Liu Chan immediately responded.

First, he blinded himself with poison.

Later, he spent countless resources to cultivate himself, and finally sent himself to Daliang with a large amount of money.

But what Liu Chan didn't know was that on the night when he gave the "miracle medicine" under the pretext that he was unwell with a cold, the holy hand of Xinglin in the house had already seen the effect of the "miracle medicine".

Both my father and I knew that blindness was inevitable.

So that night, he resolutely took a look at the heavens with the help of a certain Taoist in the mansion, but paid an extremely heavy price.

The Taoist who is comparable to the Great Liang Sage is worshiped and died.

Blind yourself.

But I saw a silver lining!

The Great Soviet can be restored.

The opportunity to restore the country lies in his own cool trip!

It is because of the matter that today, even if he lost to the empress completely, the black-clothed literati did not feel sad, because the empress was originally a descendant of the Great Su Chu clan, and because of herself, she could still return to Dongtu alive.

The opportunity is there.

And as the empress became the co-ruler of the world in this wild land, the ambition of the Great Li Monarch went bankrupt, and Liu Chan's opportunity also failed, which was indeed a success of the Great Su Chu clan.

But at this moment, in his invisible eyes, he saw a sword from Song Ci.

If this sword stabs itself?

will die.

Really going to die.

After he died, then Dasu would only have the hope of the empress, and the chance of recovering the country would be slim.

If the Great Soviet wants to restore the country, it needs itself.

Not only does it need the conquest of the million-strong division of Da Liang, but also the power of dismantling the great sign within himself, otherwise even if it is a million male division of the great Liang, he may not be able to break the iron lock of the behemoth of the great sign.

Because there are more than one million heroes!

The border of Dazheng, even if it does not include all of Dasu in the territory, is twice as large as the world of Daliang - the entire world including Dali and Beiban.

The east is big, thousands of miles!

So I have to go back to Dongtu.

The empress attacked from the outside and strife herself.

Then Dasu is promising.

The black-clothed literati is not a kendo master, he is just a near-path person, and he is not even a pure Taoist, even so, he has a way to make Song Ci's sword return in vain.

This sword can't kill himself, and he will die in order to break the Song Ci of the immovable Ming King.

But the black-clothed literati did not move.

He just sat there quietly, looking at Song Ci who stabbed with a sword with the heart of death, and a smile appeared on his face, which had almost never had any expression.

Very complicated smile.

Wait for the sword to come.

Jian Zhu was indomitable, and he didn't even know that Song Ci, who was in pain and wounds, saw the smile of the black-clothed literati.

Will the gentleman laugh?

Song Ci's heart suddenly became chaotic.

However, between the lightning and the fire, the heart was chaotic and the sword was not chaotic, and with a snort, the long sword entered the body, directly penetrated the heart, and blood splattered.

Song Ci was stunned.

The next moment, under the feet of the black-clothed literati, those scattered flying blood suddenly burned, turning into nine colorful stripes like fireworks, flowing and spreading for several meters, and then rolled up from the ground, forming a huge flower bud, enveloping him and Song Ci.

A flower bud, with buds waiting to be released, exudes a strong Taoist sacred atmosphere.

Suddenly, it was one of the flowers of death of the black-clothed literati.

This scene was really unexpected by everyone.

Tsing Yi Tang Shi was puzzled.

She didn't understand why her husband would die if he had to take this sword......

Li Ruyu was puzzled.

But he knew one fact - if Song Ci was not rescued from the bud as soon as possible, she would really die.

As for whether the black-clothed literati were dead or alive under that sword, Li Ruyu didn't care anymore.

Murderous intent surged like a mountain.

The white heart in his mind was beating wildly, as if an infinite sea of blood was overflowing, all over Li Ruyu's body and mind.

Li Ruyu snorted lightly.

General, please.

No one could see it, behind Li Ruyu, a white flame jumped out, and in an instant, a huge humanoid phantom rose from the white flame, penetrating the blue sky as high as more than ten meters, wearing armor and hanging a sword at his waist, and the blood-colored big air danced without wind.

It is like a mountain.

Indifferently looked down at the King of Fudo Ming.

Under this virtual shadow, Li Ruyu is as small as an ant, but he has an absolute sense of existence.

Between heaven and earth, a voice sounded that only Li Ruyu could hear.

Minister!

This is not the first time that Li Ruyu has invited the killing god Bai Qi, but it is the first time, and anger is heard in his voice.

Killing gods is also angry!

Angry immortals don't think about the common life, but they cut off the eternal life.

How dare the sword of the angry immortal deceive me, and there is no one in hell.

I am a man of hell when I am white.

Kill to kill.

My white sword of hell can also stop the sword of immortals!

Li Ruyu was determined.

Since my general is here, why should I be afraid of that immortal to caress my head?

Without the slightest hesitation, he drew his sword.

Li Ruyu drew his sword.

The huge phantom behind him also drew his sword out of its sheath.

The rusty sword came out of the sheath, and the sword did not stab to the sky to the immortal who was hanging from the sky and wanted to caress the top, but held the hilt upside down with his right hand, and the tip of the sword was downward, and then he let go, and the rusty sword fell to the ground and sank into the handle.

The general behind him also made exactly the same movements.

The huge phantom sword drowned Li Ruyu's figure, but it didn't even leave the hilt of the sword, and it was all submerged into the earth.

Bright!

A blood-colored flame burst out of the ground, turning into a blood-colored pillar of light and rising into the sky.

Like a real sky-breaking sword!

Attack against attack.

You have a sword immortal from the sky, and you will break immortality.

I, Li Ruyu, am not a sword immortal.

But there is a general, a man who lives in the sea of blood in the mountain of hell corpses.

The sword is lifted from hell.

Can the immortality of the immortals be broken?

The white-clothed and white-haired immortal with big sleeves like three thousand zhang pressed it with one hand, intending to caress the top and cut off the immortality, but in the end it was just pressed on the hell burial sword that rose to the sky.

Blood was white, colliding in an instant.

Crackling silently.

No one can describe the vision in mid-air at this moment, the immortal with big sleeves fluttering, starting from the huge palm, suddenly shattered inch after inch, turning into a sky full of white light, countless sword intent agitation, and it seemed that there were ten thousand swords flying in the sky.

The blood-colored pillar of light that rose to the sky, after being caressed by the immortals, also shattered one by one, turning into a blood-colored streamer in the sky, and the sword intent was agitated, mixed with the white light in the sky.

In the sky above the entire palace, there were countless swords.

White Sword and Scarlet Sword.

It's a mess.

Higher in the heavenly dome, even though the immortal who could break the immortal has been shattered, the twelve-story heavy building above the endless colorful clouds, the white jade capital, still exudes a glow and stands in the heavenly dome.

The fairy aura is like a river hanging from the sky.

In the brilliance of the sky flying, a cold light broke through the air, and in an instant, it flew into the white jade capital between the colorful clouds in the sky.

Although Sword Twelve was useless, Bai Yujing was still there.

The sword is still there.

You can still play the sword thirteen.

Tsing Yi Tang Shi didn't look at Li Ruyu all the time, and at that moment before, she didn't care if Li Ruyu could break through her immortal power-Mr. was stabbed by Song Ci's sword, how was life and death?

If Mr. is dead, then whether Li Ruyu dies or not is meaningless to himself.

Everything I do is for the sake of my husband.

She had been looking at the bud.

Only at this moment did she smile lightly, completely relieved, retracted her gaze, looked at Li Ruyu, who pulled the rusty sword out of the ground, and said softly: "You don't have to rush out of the sword. ”

The gentleman is not dead.

Pierced in the heart, the gentleman is still alive.

Since Mr. is not dead, the immortal Fu Ding is broken, it is not so important, let alone rush to fight to the death with Li Ruyu, after practicing the sword fourteen by himself, he has never met someone who can break the sword twelve so easily, that is, the Chu family's kendo master in the place of watch, in order to break the sword twelve, he almost consumed a body of spirit.

So before his sword thirteen came out, the kendo master had already been defeated.

Now Li Ruyu can not only break it, but it is also likely to force himself to make a sword fourteen, how incredible it is.

Tsing Yi Tang Shi is a swordsman after all.

You will also see Hunter Heart.

She is now extremely looking forward to it, and even hopes that Li Ruyu can break her sword thirteen, so that she can really make a sword fourteen - a move that even the sword master said is a sword that does not belong to the world.

You can kill all those who are under the sword...... Even immortals, gods, demons, and Buddhas!

Sword Fourteen, who has practiced all his life, if he can't have an opponent to play this sword, how lonely it is for a swordsman.

The pinnacle is lonely.

And the woman ...... He is also the person who is most afraid of loneliness.

Tsing Yi Tang Shi is not only a swordsman, but also a woman, she has been looking for such a person, who can get herself out of the loneliness of not being able to play Sword Fourteen.

Now he has appeared.

It turned out to be Li Ruyu, the sword of the empress.

You can't miss it.

Li Ruyu understands Tang poetry.

At this moment, he was not only looking forward to Tang Shi's thirteen swords, even fourteen swords, and even fifteen or sixteen swords, but even admired the woman in front of him who was protecting the body.

Every idiot who is obsessed with swords is worthy of admiration, after all, I, Li Ruyu, am also a swordsman.

This is the so-called sympathy.

But......

Song Ci is already in danger, and he doesn't have much time for himself, although he also wants to continue to sharpen his sword path with Tang poetry, but if he can't save Song Ci because of this, Li Ruyu will never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

Li Ruyu looked at the bud.

Tsing Yi Tang Shi didn't immediately release the sword thirteen, she wanted to give Li Ruyu a breather, she wanted to calm Li Ruyu's sword heart, and would not affect his next sword because she was worried about Song Ci.

As she expected, Li Ruyu soon had a calm heart.

Because Li Ruyu felt the breath of Song Ci in the buds, as well as the faint and stable vitality.

Song Ci is not dead!

Within the buds, Song Ci still holds the sword, and the sword is still in the heart of the black-clothed literati.

However, the black-clothed literati did not die.

"Why?"

Song Ci's heart was in turmoil, she didn't understand, why didn't Mr. hide when he knew that he was going to kill him?

I don't understand, why did the gentleman save himself?

The black-clothed literati smiled lightly, a little guilty, "I am willing to pay for your life." ”

Because you are Song Ci.

used to be a disciple who favored me more than Tsing Yi Tang poems.

And because I am ashamed of you.

Shame on that couple.

Although I have done my best all my life for the restoration of the Great Soviet Union, those who have achieved great things have not been informal, and in the cold world, I have indeed killed many innocent people by any means for the sake of the end.

But I also have humanity.

I can act without fear of human nature, and I can do what I think is right, but that doesn't mean that I won't suffer deep down.

Just because I don't feel guilty or remorseful.

It's just that......

Who knows?

And I never cared if anyone could understand me.

All for the sake of Dasu.

In the depths of the palace, in the black-clothed literati temporary hospital that no one cared for at the moment, on the flower of death on the desk, a flower suddenly bloomed before, bloomed brilliantly, and then withered silently in a moment, and finally turned into ashes.

One-hit wonder.

Nine flowers bloom, you can get a glimpse of the world's heroes and dragon Jiao qi.

But not only that, for me, a near-path person, there are nine flowers of death, and one flower is a life.

It is called the flower of death, but it is the flower of life.

Nine flowers can bloom.

The black-clothed literati have nine lives.