Bai Hu knew that he was no match for the brocade-clothed scribe opposite, but he still wanted to try. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because the words spoken by the brocade scribe are too domineering and unreasonable, people who have always been domineering and unreasonable have been robbed of their lines by others, and there is no reason not to be angry!

The vitality of heaven and earth instantly condensed on the edge of Bai Hu's sleeve, and the sleeve robe trembled at high speed in the night rain, and a vague phantom appeared on the black sleeve.

A silver point of light erupted from the sleeve robe silently, and countless silver points of light weaved into a dense net that condensed the vitality of heaven and earth, heading towards the brocade-clothed scribe.

The highlight of each silver color is a silver bean, and the silver beans are connected to each other with the vitality of heaven and earth, giving the person in the cover a feeling of inescapability.

The brocade-robed scribe's hand fell on the hilt of his sword.

It was really a pair of scribe's hands, with fair skin and slender fingers, which were more suitable for writing with a pen, as if they were not suitable for holding a sword.

But at the moment when he held the hilt of the sword, the rain between heaven and earth seemed to become heavier and heavier, and in the rumbling rain, the sky and the earth were connected, and the world was completely shrouded in smoke and rain, and the rain that was supposed to fall for an hour seemed to be poured down at this moment.

The brocade-clothed scribe, in the rain, only came out of a sword, this sword is delicate and chic, cutting the rain curtain connecting heaven and earth, cutting a straight line in the night sky, just like a neat regular script, with the dense rain curtain to write a "one" word.

The sharp sword qi tore the rain apart, and the raindrops instantly vaporized, mixed with the mist and the word of the sword blade, easily cutting through the silver bright net that covered it, and also cutting off the vitality connected between the silver beads.

In an instant, the silver beads collapsed, silver fireworks shot out in all directions, and the thick brick walls were full of straight holes, and countless small and bottomless caves appeared on the ground.

With a wave of the sword, the blade pressed towards Bai Hu!

Bai Hu's face turned pale instantly, and he finally realized the identity of the brocade-clothed scribe opposite, and a turbulent wave set off in his heart.

"Liang Wendao!"

Hearing the other party call out his name, Liang Wendao was not surprised, and stood in the rain, the sword had already been sheathed.

He believes that one sword is enough.

Bai Hu held the silver file in his hand, and instantly swung countless defenses in the rain, but he still couldn't let the sword blade stay for a moment, and when the sword blade came to him, Bai Hu felt that the sword blade was not as sharp as he imagined, but it was blindly fierce and heavy, like a giant whirlpool that struck hard.

Under the powerful attack, Bai Hu felt as small as a leaf in a hurricane, smashed through the high wall of the street, castrated unabated, smashed into a restaurant, smashed countless tables, chairs and benches, and finally crashed into a huge wooden beam before passing out.

When I passed Sendai, I went to see an old man, and I was ordered by Lu Xiang to protect Jing Qi, but I didn't want to touch a young man who killed people and chanted poetry.

Liang Wendao seemed to have an understanding, and chanted to the sky on a rainy night: "Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!"

Unexpectedly, in the dark rain alley in the south of the city, the road has improved again in the past few decades.

Between the surging heaven and the earth, the raindrops within the range of Liang Wendao's body hovered silently, forming a strange scene.

The creation of heaven and earth, the life of all things to be respected, is to create the Xuan Realm!

Liang Wendao is a well-known genius among the younger generation of cultivators in Dongcheng Academy.

Enlightenment is only one year before entering the realm of apocalypse. Within five years, he broke through the Golden Stone Realm and the Mysterious Realm of Life and Death, and became the fastest cultivator genius to break the mirror in hundreds of years.

As a legend of a generation, but also in the innovation of cultivation methods, Liang Wendao used calligraphy into the swordsmanship, and used the sword as a pen to kill splendid articles, which enjoyed a high reputation in the entire continent, known as the "life-killing scholar".

The so-called life-snatching scholar is that all the cultivators who can break the numerology and reach the realm of life and death, Liang Wendao can take their lives.

Today, in the southern city of Sendai, the life-killing scholar broke through again, reached the Creation God Realm, and truly became a veritable life-killing scholar, in front of the Creation God Realm, no matter how many means the life and death Xuan Realm was the result of being crushed.

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More than forty strongmen who were not afraid of death confronted eleven people including Jing Qi.

In the air on a rainy night, Xu Feng's poem suddenly sounded, "Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without staying!" like the low sound of spring thunder in the air in the distant sky.

Hearing the verses he chanted, floating from the sky in this unique way, Xu Feng's heart seemed to move.

In the tense confrontation, Xu Feng sat down cross-legged in the rain without hesitation, holding the black sword in his hand, and quietly closed his eyes.

Xu Feng entered a state of emptiness.

The sound of rain, wind, and swords passed in my ears, and ripples were drawn on the spiritual platform, like willow leaves falling into a pond.

The gang on the opposite side looked at Xu Feng's scene, and was dumbfounded, why did they sit down in the fighting room that was inspiring!

A big man with a scar with a hideous face waved his knife and said: "What the hell is the trick to play, first chop up this pretending to be a ghost!"

The cold wind suddenly rose in the rainy night, and countless blades mixed with cold rain hit Xu Feng, Jing Qi and the others were also startled, and they didn't think much about protecting Xu Feng's side.

The feet that everyone had just stepped out of were still in the air, and the next moment they were about to crash into the street, splashing rain.

Xu Feng, who was sitting in the rain on the street, suddenly opened his eyes, slapped his right palm on the ground, and rose with strength, and the long sword suddenly drew a diagonal line in the air, like a lightning bolt in the darkness, with a squeak and domineering unparalleled strength, swept through.

Dozens of severed limbs are flying in the rainy night!

The power of Xu Feng's sword is comparable to the power of dozens of swords before, and he can break the encirclement of the gang with just one sword.

This is the power of the Apocalypse!?

Xu Feng looked at the rain that kept falling in the night sky, like sharp arrows falling from the sky, shooting at him. Letting the rain arrows hit his face, body, and sword, he clearly knew how big, heavy, and fast each drop of rain was, and he re-acquainted himself with this wonderful world and got a response from this world.

Xu Feng's heart was calm, a powerful calm.

At this moment, everything is no longer a problem, the Immortal Soul Gate, the death of the unsolvable Immortal Soul Sect men and women, Huang Batian, etc., will no longer become a demonic obstacle that haunts Xu Feng's mind.

Xiaoying is waiting, I will cut the day and take you to soar together!