"You don't even have the right to die at my hands." Li Shuhong smiled lightly, "As for what I did to you?" It's very simple, I put a lock on your body, and you can feel the strength of your cultivation foundation realm, but you can't use any of your strength. Now you are like an ordinary person who has never cultivated. ”

It's too cheap for Li Shuhong to kill him directly.

Now what Li Shuhong wants to bring him is absolute fear, the fear that makes up for his own brain.

Yes, in the past he was fearless, and took the suffering of the people as his own pleasure.

Because he knew that the common people really couldn't do anything with him, and even needed Da Zhou's protection.

But now that he's just an ordinary person, so what?

What Li Shuhong wants is for him to be afraid, but of course he won't let him survive tonight.

Lu Jin, this kid...... Li Shuhong has already given him a chance, and it depends on him whether he can grasp it or not.

As for this "sword god" Gu Liangyu......

Li Shuhong looked at him, "You can die in my hands." ”

Gu Liangyu subconsciously took half a step back, but only half a step back.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "Lonely—"

But it was too late.

The crimson glass flower had bloomed in his eyes.

Ding——!

The gods and soldiers exchanged blows, and the aftermath is endless.

One stood where he was, and another fell back a few feet.

This person was dressed in black and holding a silver divine sword, and he was the "Sword Saint" Fang Qiubai who was born in the Spring and Autumn Sword Pavilion.

Seeing Li Shuhong raise his head, he said coldly: "Gu Liangyu is my target, if I win, I will die without Your Excellency's action." If I am defeated, it will not be too late for you to kill him. ”

He swept his eyes around and saw that dozens of innate masters had come to the palace at this moment.

And at this moment, there are seventeen or eighteen qi machines locked on the green-shirted swordsman.

There are also some masters' qi engines that are locked in these masters.

In addition to Ling Zhouqing and them, there is another person.

Li Shuhong glanced at the corner of his eye, and then suddenly realized.

It was a down-and-out middle-aged man with gray hair but complicated eyes and a scruffy beard.

This face is very familiar to Li Shuhong.

The old man of the golden knife of the Golden Knife Gate, Zhu Gouzi.

Now he is not an old man with a golden sword, but he is already born.

It's just that it belongs to the kind of relatively weak innate.

It was him......

However, Li Shuhong is not in a beautiful mood now, so he has no time to catch up with him.

Just glanced at Li Shuhong and retracted his gaze.

Now the eyes of dozens of innate great masters are focused on him, and the murderous aura of nearly twenty innate masters has locked on him.

The killing machine is on the verge of exploding.

But Li Shuhong seemed to be strolling leisurely, and just said a word leisurely.

"Not necessarily. Sword God? Juggernaut? Oh, and those stalks.

"Let's go up together! What to fear! ”

As soon as the words fell, the dozen or so innate masters shot at him everywhere at the same time!

And at this moment! The whole world seems to stand still!

No other sound could be heard in anyone's ears.

Boom!

All they heard was the sound of a sword!

Then, it was the man's voice.

"Five of Swords...... Falling Lethe River. ”

Perhaps, this is also the last voice heard by the many innate great masters present in this life.

............

"On that day, a rainstorm and thunder descended from the sky! It is said that that is the tears left by the Lord of Heaven when he saw that the livelihood of my Great Zhou people was withering and the people were poorly clothed and hungry! And that incarnation thunder is the punishment of the imperial grandfather!

"This god is naturally a generation older than the imperial grandfather! I heard that the emperor was scorched on the spot by the thunder and his hated princes! Fortunately, our big Zhou life should not be extinct! The four-year-old fourth prince inherited the unification and issued an edict to the heavenly lord, and the heavenly lord took back the heavy rain that had fallen for three consecutive days! ”

As soon as the waking wood sounded, the old storyteller took tea to moisten his throat.

But there were people in the audience who came to eat and drink, and the heroes laughed: "Is what you old man said true or false?" That emperor Lao'er was really killed by the thunder sent down by the heavens? ”

"Of course not."

The old man slapped the wood again, "You heroes must know that the sword god and sword saint on the night of the full moon are going to fight to the death on the top of the imperial city, right?" ”

"I know." Someone shouted, "Old man! You clearly said yesterday that today you will talk about the decisive battle on the top of the imperial city! Is it now that the donkey's lips are not in the horse's mouth? ”

The storyteller didn't get angry either, "No, no, it's just because the Sword God Sword Saint didn't decide the winner that day." ”

"Oh?" Mentioning this kind of thing is what martial arts people like to hear the most, and someone asked with a burst of spirits, "Could it be that the Sword God Sword Saint does not distinguish between victory and defeat?" ”

The old man shook his head, "No, in fact, at that time, the Sword God and Sword Saint joined forces to fight the enemy. And in addition to the two of them, there were more than ten grandmasters who joined forces to besiege that one. ”

"How is that possible!" Some heroes sneered, "The old man is all good at tricking people, and the two of them join forces?" Let's not talk about whether the two will join forces, but what about joining forces? Who can stop them? Presumably, if the three sects and three venerables are alone, they are not the enemies of the two of them. Not to mention that there are more than a dozen martial arts masters! ”

"Heh, why did the old man deceive people? Besides, what if they join forces? That one hit the Sword Saint with just one move, killing the Sword God and even the more than ten grandmasters! ”

The storyteller stroked his beard and sneered, "What is the thunder of your day?" ”

"Could it be the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder that you always said brought in the action?!" Someone was shocked, "But who can defeat so many legends in one move?" Wait a minute! It's ......"

He seemed to have thought of it.

Or that many heroes in this restaurant have thought of a person.

"Not bad!" The storyteller patted the wood awake, "I am the 'peerless heavenly immortal'!" ”

"Hiss——!"

Everyone gasped.

The legendary immortal who descended from the nine heavens to the mortal world has always existed only in the legends of everyone.

In addition to the records of the heavenly list, his legends are circulating all over the rivers and lakes.

Some people don't dare to reveal their identities after doing a big thing, and they often say that they are immortals who come down to save the people from fire and water.

There are many people who think that there are no immortals in this world.

The reason why the number one on the heavenly list is this person is that Tianji Pavilion does not dare to presumptuously claim to be the first in the world.

But today I never thought that this person really existed?

"That's not right!" Someone objected, "Legend has it that the Heavenly Immortals even helped the patriarchs of the Three Sects to establish a sect, and the Great Zhou Imperial Court also said that Taizu established the country in accordance with the mandate of heaven, so there were immortals who came to the world to help." Can this immortal still live for a thousand years? ”

"Hey! Maybe it's not an immortal! The immortals are just the greetings of the rivers and lakes! Seriously, you'll lose! ”

"But it's true that there is no rumor that the Sword God Sword Saint will win or lose, and the emperor Lao'er is indeed dead, those who know must not say, and those who don't know can only guess."

"Old man! Hurry on! Lao Tzu's reward is a big drop! ”

The old man smiled slightly, not angry, but continued.

This is said to be the willow tops on the moon.

The restaurants and inns were all closed, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes also dispersed.

The old man did not leave after packing up his things, but walked to the only remaining table of guests by the window in the room and knelt down with a plop.

"Everything the immortal commanded is all according to the old man! Ask the immortals to spare their lives! ”

Who are you talking about at that table?

But a green-shirted guest, a black-clothed man, a scholar, a Buddha, a butcher, and a teenager.

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