"What kind of ability is this!"

"Jerry?"

"How can this be ......"

In the incredulous gaze of Jessica, Brenda and Catherine, the three women, a strange wave of light rushed from Yanluo's body! When the light cleared, a man appeared beside him.

It was a man of 2 or 30 years old, tall and slender, dressed in white, with a graceful face, ethereal and dusty, long hair like a waterfall, and his eyes falling into the stars. The whole person is like a piece of beautiful jade, a pool of autumn water, a touch of moonlight, and a pair of sword eyebrows outlined like ink, which makes his temperament with a sharpness like a sword out of the sheath.

Even if these three women are foreigners, they can't help but feel their hearts flutter when they see this extremely beautiful, as if carved from jade, and the heavens are like immortals.

So beautiful!

There is even a sense of unreal dreams.

This man has the same appearance as Yanluo.

The disguised heroic soul of the program does not.

So Li Bai naturally will not be a blonde foreigner.

Wine Sword Immortal Li Bai!

This time, the heroic soul is much better than the second master, who is nine feet tall, has a beard two feet long, has a face like a heavy jujube and wears a green hat. If the second master appeared here, the three women would probably think - why is his face so red?

A weapon was thrown at Li Bai.

Millennial lightning strikes the peachwood sword!

Most of Yan Luo's consciousness is placed on this doppelganger.

Li Bai caught it with his right hand and held a sword flower in his hand.

Chic and elegant.

Then he read two lines of poetry—

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns."

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk."

That's exactly what the skill is:

Will enter the wine!

With the chanting of the verses, Yanluo Li Bai, with his right hand dancing the thousand-year-old thunderbolt peachwood sword, in fact, he does not seem to be dancing the sword, at least, and the sword dance of Gongsun Auntie in Du Fu's poems cannot be compared, but as if holding a pen, concentrating on writing his own poems, and like a painter, depicting the picture scroll in the poem.

The sword danced through the void in front of it, the space became a canvas, and the sword qi turned into paint and splashed out, suspected to be the rushing river of the Milky Way falling for nine days! Immediately, the sword qi as subtle as silk outlined a fair beauty dressed in the mirror.

The girl's green silk turned snow-white between the flow of sword light.

This is a poem, a painting, and it is also integrated into the changes of space and scenery, the river falls from the sky to the ocean, rolling, and the power of heaven and earth is unstoppable! and the passage of time, the years are ruthless, if the white head is seen for the first time, the vicissitudes of parting are left......

As Yanluo Li Bai's wrist stretched, this scroll composed of sword qi flew towards the Black Death.

"What kind of attack is this!"

In the Middle Ages, he faced priests with the power of light, knights who wielded vindictive spirit, and wizards with strange powers in Africa. But the Black Death, is it the first time I've seen such an attack, using the energy brought by the sword to form a painting?

This kind of attack, it is difficult to understand.

There is no way to dodge.

"Sneer......"

The Black Death Reaper was incorporated into the picture scroll, and one after another sword qi erupted, directly slashing the black robe on its body into pieces! Under the repeated grinding of the sword qi back and forth, the evil spirit condensed out of the body by the ghost, the transparent spirit body, was cut out of countless cracks.

"Whew!"

The Black Death roared, and the two flames burning in the eyes of the skeletal face were visibly dimmed.

"Has the evil spirit been struck hard?" Brenda looked in a trance.

"Impossible! The Black Death, who once ravaged Europe, will not be injured so easily, no matter how weak he is! It is impossible to defeat a spirited body that is capable of being metallized. Catherine gritted her teeth.

"What's his relationship with his brother?" Jessica's heart was full of regret.

"Arise, my warrior!" On the ghost body of the Black Death, light flew out like raindrops, submerging into the corpses on the ground, and suddenly in the square and around, a large number of fallen corpses crawled up and turned into soul-regenerating corpses.

This is not a virus, but a nether resurrection corpse formed by infusing the power of death into the corpse, similar to the zombies in the East - the strength is far superior to that of low-level zombies.

"Attack!"

At this moment, the Black Death seemed to have turned into a necromancer, and under its call, hundreds of soul-returning corpses rushed towards the clone of the Yanluo Heroic Soul Mask together, and the corpses were like a tide!

Skill: Knight's Journey!

Holding a wooden sword, his long black hair fluttering, he was dressed in white for hunting.

Yanluo Li Bai stepped forward and met the tide of resurrecting corpses that rushed in densely.

Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hookshuang, Xueming;

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor;

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles......

The scorched wooden sword in his hand brought up a black streamer, and the sword in his hand was either chopping, stabbing, cutting, cutting, wiping, or picking...... Whenever the weapon hits the soul corpse, not only the sword qi that erupts from the sword body, but also the power of the peachwood sword itself to destroy evil!

A corpse with a resurrected soul fell one after another behind Yanluo Li Bai walking by.

The power of death was dispelled.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.

Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical.

The hundreds of soul-reinforcing corpses summoned by the Black Death were all strangled under the chivalrous tricks of Yanluo Li Bai.

"It can't be!"

"It's too powerful!"

"Who the hell is he?"

The three women were completely shocked by what they witnessed.

Hundreds of resurrected corpses in Europe where the mysterious power has disappeared, this force is enough to destroy a small town, but it is wielded by a mysterious beautiful man, and it looks like it is not lethal to destroy it, which is simply beyond their imagination.

"Wine Sword Immortal Li Bai is worthy of being the most powerful of all the masks I have made so far, and the power of the skill is really good...... However, the life source and spiritual source that make up this doppelganger can't support a few skills, so use the strongest move to end the battle! ”

Yanluo made a decision.

Li Bai's doppelganger suddenly jumped up and soared in mid-air.

The thousand-year-old lightning struck the peachwood sword, and in an instant, thunder and flames erupted from the sword!

It's like fireworks blooming on a summer night.

The peachwood sword, this magic weapon, seems to have been guided out of the thunder and heavenly fire, and waves of cyan arcs flowed on the surface of the sword body, and then, the current spread in the void, and above the sword body, a cyan lotus flower the size of a water tank was intertwined!

The blue lotus composed of thunder!

Countless arcs of electricity condensed the petals, and clusters of fire burst out from the sword body, forming scorching red stamens.

Li Bai smiled, and the sword fell.

This sword, descending from mid-air, carried a cyan lotus flower composed of thunder and flames, just like a flying immortal outside the sky!

The three women of modern society were stunned to look at the blooming thunder light on the sword, the large water tank, and the lotus-shaped lightning ball, giving them the feeling that it was like plasma ball lightning in a technological weapon!

Qinglian Sword Song.

Li Bai's figure disappeared at this moment, and it seemed that the whole person constituted all the essence of the body, and it was also integrated into the green lotus the size of a water tank, leaving only laughter and singing.

"The flowers burn the karmic fire, the green lotus flies down, the floating life is like a dream, only I sing!"

"I, Li Taibai, have returned! Hahaha......"

In the heroic laughter, the body of the Black Death was completely submerged by this green lotus with thunder as a flower, flames as stamen, and sword qi intertwined vertically and horizontally!