The mysterious sword light came out through the body, and the qi was ethereal and magnificent.

Want to catch the moon in the blue sky!

A clear and wild verse came out of the mouth of the white-robed young man again.

The sword light flickered, and if the thunder of the nine heavens rushed, it was like the water of the long river falling into the mortal dust and not returning.

There were dozens of zhang of sword qi phantom shadow rising into the sky one by one, and as soon as the golden secret order collided, it turned into a little golden crumb, dissipating with the wind!

Di Renjie, the law enforcement officer of Chang'an, looked up at this heavenly sword shadow in a daze, and was completely stunned on the spot.

I didn't even notice that the token representing power in my hand fell to the ground.

He couldn't believe that this sword shadow, which was dozens of zhang long and was a step higher than the entire Vermilion Bird Gate, was actually cut by the thin white-robed young man in front of him.

A sense of frustration arose spontaneously, permeating the face of Di Renjie, who was dressed in an official robe.

He couldn't imagine what his chances of victory were.

This level of power, Di Renjie has only seen it in one person.

That person is the empress Wu Zetian, who dominates the Tang Dynasty and dominates the world!

"I haven't seen you for many days, but I didn't expect that the young man who entered Chang'an City back then would be able to compete with the empress unconsciously."

Di Renjie let out a long sigh and picked up the token on the ground.

"The movement here, presumably Her Majesty the Empress has also been informed."

The young man in the official robe looked at Li Bai's figure holding a long sword and thought complicatedly.

Seeing Di Renjie with a depressed face, the corners of Li Bai's mouth hooked slightly, and he was about to put away his sword momentum.

Suddenly a change arises.

A little ink color dyed in the eyes of the short-haired young man.

"Not good!"

Li Baihan's hair rose suddenly, and his pupils shrank.

Between the lightning and flint, he flashed into the distance.

In just an instant, the phantom left by Li Bai in situ was hit by an ink-colored font written in the air.

If the word is white at the hair, it is said to be white, and if it is like flying, it is said to be flying!

Flying white body, Tibetan front!

With the seal method volleyed out, the gesture is vigorous and powerful.

In Li Bai's impression, there is only one person in Chang'an who can write such a penmanship to resist the enemy.

That is the most important female official around the empress Wu Zetian,

The pen of the shock, Shangguan Wan'er!

"Smack, smack, smack!"

"Shangguan Wan'er, I haven't seen you for a long time, your shot is still so sharp, you don't leave people a chance to breathe."

Li Bai looked at his own phantom eroded by ink and clapped his palms.

"Ether Baiguanzhi, your penmanship has reached its peak, are you willing to serve under Her Majesty the Empress?"

"This great river and mountain, where can you go, wasting in Chang'an, it's just a waste of time!"

The words fell, and in the distance in the Vermilion Bird Gate, a figure passed by.

The Spring and Autumn Pen pointed out, a black and white Confucian dress on Shangguan Wan'er, revealing an elegant style, the ends of the hair fell at the end, and the woman was dressed in a crown, which added three points of heroism.

"On behalf of His Majesty, he is the eyes and ears of the world, and he writes about everything in the world."

"Her Majesty the Empress redresses Wan'er's grievances and overturns the case for her grandfather, Wan'er will serve her left and right for the rest of her life, and she is as happy as she is."

"It's you Li Bai, who came to make trouble several times, which made me very uncomfortable to see."

As soon as the cold voice reached the ears of Li Bai, Yu Di Renjie and others, they saw the woman in the Confucian shirt raise the Spring and Autumn Pen in her hand again and draw it against the trend towards Li Bai!

Reverse the front of the pen, the most powerful!

The gesture is vast, and the ink color falls on all sides, turning into a pen array, covering the entire Suzaku Gate.

It is as horizontal as a thousand miles of clouds, and it is folded like a hundred crossbows.

The seal was written into words, and the ink marks drawn out were waved along Li Bai's figure.

"Good word!"

Rao couldn't help but praise Li Bai's knowledge.

Combat is supposed to be dangerous, and the slightest mistake can lead to serious injury.

But in Shangguan Wan'er's pen and ink array, in the eyes of the young man in white, it was a great enjoyment.

For Li Bai, who likes to drink and compose poetry, this kind of handwriting that keeps coming out is a huge visual feast.

Let it indulge in it unnaturally, and don't want to end it too soon.

Qinglian came out of her sheath and slashed at the rushing ink ball.

The ink that had been slashed by the sword light turned into ink beads and fell into the pen array on the ground.

The momentum is unstoppable, and the momentum is unstoppable.

No matter how fierce the offensive is, it will gradually become tired.

Seeing that Li Bai swung his sword quickly, his movements were coherent, and there was no sense of urgency, and between the heroic eyebrows of the woman in the Confucian shirt, a look of displeasure was revealed.

The figure flickered, and the tip of the pen was raised.

When Shangguan Wan'er reappeared, she had already moved to the void.

The seal law is round, the chapter grass falls, eight points of danger, flying white and slender!

The woman standing in the void danced with the pen and ink splashed out of the Spring and Autumn Pen to compose the most wild chapter cursive chapter!

Chapter grass body, horizontal scales!

In the pool, consider the reason, learn from the object, get the heart, understand the image, and enter the wonderful world!

In an instant, the ink-colored book that danced between Shangguan Wan'er's Confucian clothes suddenly bloomed with black brilliance, splashing out in all directions!

Fast as flowing water, the handwriting is vertical and horizontal!

The pen is raised, pressed, paused, frustrated, the pen has wind and thunder, ten thousand millimeters of power, silver hook iron painting, highlighting the style!

"The pen is like a sword, not too long, not too short!"

"Good! Good! Good! ”

"Such a wonderful pen, there should be a foil!"

Seeing Shangguan Wan'er splashing ink, Li Bai laughed, pulled out his long sword, and went head-on, launched the sword technique of entering the wine, and made a song of the Qinglian Sword Song against the wild grass handwriting that came from the sky!

Confucianism makes the pen in the palm of his hand, and the swordsman dances with a thousand years!

The onlookers of the sheriff Di Renjie and Li Yuanfang and others were witnesses to this alternative fight.

Or rather, the viewer.

Looking at the rhythm between the two hands, it is really difficult to accept that this is a duel.

The sword light and pen and ink converged, and together they composed a prosperous chapter.

"The momentum of your pen is extraordinary, but in my eyes, it is like an attic in the sky, ethereal."

"If you haven't seen the outside world, you haven't experienced the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the world, and the things you depict are just on the outside."

"And Li Bai is not talented, and he thinks he has a bit of pen and ink in his chest."

"Let me make up for the last failure of your mountain and river book, Shangguan Wan'er!"

At the end of the song, the people dispersed, and the hustle and bustle was gone.

Two figures fell opposite each other, one was dressed in Confucian clothes, silent, and the other stood with a sword in his hand, wanton and chic.

Seeing the sword-wielding figure with a steady breath and bright eyes in front of her, Shangguan Wan'er was silent, then leaned over slightly and bowed solemnly.

"Thanks for the advice."

Shangguan Wan'er's path has always been flawed.

This was discovered when she once consulted an old painter.

She herself knew that the problem was in her experience, but she was suffering from no direction.

And in Li Bai's sword, she saw the way forward.

Therefore, Shangguan Wan'er saluted Li Bai.

"The empress has an order to enter the palace with the Qinglian Sword Immortal."

The woman in Confucian clothes put aside the spring and autumn pen, raised her eyebrows and looked at the young man in white not far away, her eyelashes flashing.

"Please come with me."