When Zhu Luo opened Su Li's letter, the fat old man sat aside with a smile, not too worried. Of course he knew that Su Li was very strong, and Su Li's sword was terrifying, but after all, this was just a letter, even if he condensed Su Li's sword intent and limited medium, how could he really hurt Zhu Luo?

The fat old man was even a little disdainful of Zhu Luo's hesitation, thinking that maybe things in Kyoto needed to be arranged separately.

However, when that sword intent broke through the letter and turned the entire Wanliuyuan into a dark night, the fat old man knew that he was wrong.

Su Li's sword was even more powerful and terrifying than he had imagined.

With just a sword intent on the letter, he was able to suppress a super powerhouse of the Bafang Wind and Rain level?

Although Zhu Luo is injured, it is incredible.

The realm of that sword intent has even faintly surpassed Zhu Luo by one level!

Even the will of a saint is afraid that it will not be able to do this.

Except for the legendary powerhouses of Zhou Dufu, Chen Xuanba, Emperor Taizong or Wang Zhice, who can do it?

Su Li is not a saint, but the way of the sword is close to God!

Looking at the golden crows that erupted in the winter garden, the bright moon in the night sky suddenly dimmed, and the fat old man looked shocked, and before he could think about it, he floated over.

Julo was already in danger, and it would be too late for him to make a move.

With a loud roar, the fat old man's palms tore through the air in front of him, and he slapped towards those golden crow-like fiery sword intents!

He looked like a mountain of meat, but the fluttering momentum was very gentle, and the palms fell equally softly, flapping slowly, like a real bird.

The Golden Black Sword is a secret sword from the mountain, from Su Li, the sword intent is extremely hot, after the sword rises, it will spit light and heat to the outside world endlessly, unstoppable.

At the beginning, in the Great Dynasty Trial and Zhou Yuan, Chen Changsheng used the Golden Crow Sword several times, and opponents who were stronger than him had to temporarily avoid his edge.

Today's Golden Crow Sword Intent is from Su Li's hands, and the power is even more unimaginable.

If it was an ordinary cultivator, I was afraid that before I touched those sword intents, I would be directly ablated into green smoke.

Even a powerhouse with an extremely high realm can only compete with Zhu Luo with Yuehua Sword Intent like Zhu Luo, and he does not dare to make direct contact.

For some reason, although the fat old man had a look of fear on his face, he still slapped down on those golden crow sword intents.

An indescribable aura appeared in the courtyard of Wanliuyuan, which had become a ruin.

That aura was very powerful, but it was actually not as good as Zhu Luo's Yuehua Sword Intent, but that aura gave people a very ancient feeling.

A round of sun, like a real one, appeared between the palm of the fat old man's hand, extremely bright and dazzling!

Under the reflection of those rays, the fat old man's face could no longer see any festive meaning, his kind eyebrows and kind eyes became extremely majestic, and the image of a dragon and tiger appeared behind him.

At this time, where is he still a common rich man in the countryside, this is obviously an emperor!

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Three powerful auras met in Wanliu Garden.

The moonlight was sprinkled with silver light in the sky.

The scorching sun kept setting the night.

Countless sword intents traveled between the sky and the sun like firebirds.

Tens of thousands of hardy willows began to burn.

This is not a fire brought about by twilight, but a real burn.

The cold Winter Garden seems to have fallen into the scorching abyss of hell in an instant.

There was a loud bang, the flames flew wildly, the scorched willows toppled over, and the well broke and the wall collapsed.

I don't know how long it took, but the violent aura finally stopped.

The house has become a ruin, and the cold pool has long been unable to shine.

Zhu Luo leaned against a remnant willow by the pond, his face was pale, his chest was covered with blood stains, and even more seriously, his left hand had been broken at the wrist.

The fat old man stood in a tattered table, his fat body crumbling the only remaining edge of the table extremely tightly, as if it might be broken at any time, and the fat face could no longer find the meaning of festivity, nor the majesty of the emperor, only exhaustion and ugliness.

He had already seen the threshold of the Divine Realm many years ago, and if it weren't for the reaction of the one in Kyoto, or he would have already stepped over, and in the previous battle, he had even exerted his strength that was not inferior to the Divine Realm.

But he and Zhu Luo were still defeated, and they were defeated so badly. If it weren't for the fact that the target of that sword intent was Zhu Luo, if it weren't for the fact that his family inheritance technique was similar to the Dao source of the Golden Crow Sword, otherwise he would definitely be seriously injured, and even with his help, Zhu Luo would have died at this time.

And their opponent is just a letter from Su Li.

Julo slowly stood up and looked at the fields around him.

In the past, the infinite beauty of the Wanliu Garden has now become a scorched earth, and some willow trees are still burning in the distance.

Wanliuyuan still exists, but it is no longer named.

Just like he is now.

He knew very well that this was Su Li's revenge.

He had nothing to say about it.

"I can't attend the Kyoto event. ”

Zhu Luo said to the fat old man, without turning around, his expression was a little lonely.

The fat old man knew that this was inevitable, not to mention that Zhu Luo might never be able to recover the realm strength of his heyday, and it was even very likely that he would leave the ranks of the Eight Directions Wind and Rain.

For Zhu Luo, how to arrange the future of the family and the Ruthless Sect now is the most important thing, because that is his real future.

The fat old man shook his mountain-like body and walked towards the outside of Wanliu Garden.

Outside Hanqiu City, with the help of his subordinates, he climbed onto a huge chariot with some difficulty.

A middle-aged man with powder on his face and a somewhat sharp voice said in a low voice, "Lord Wang, what happened?"

"You know what? I originally thought that if the big thing happened, the first thing I would do was to take the big chariot of the Liang Palace. ”

The fat old man squinted his eyes, looked in the direction of Xunyang City, and said sadly: "Now I don't know if I will have a chance to sit on it in my life." ”

He was looking at Xunyang City, but he was actually looking at Kyoto.

He was talking about the big chariot of the Liang Palace, but he was actually referring to the seat in the Kyoto Imperial Palace.

The middle-aged man had been extremely disturbed by the changes that had occurred in Wanliuyuan before, and when he heard the prince's emotion, he was even more uneasy.

He and those sergeants were all subordinate officials of the royal palace, but they could only obey the orders of Kyoto. Over the years, he and those subordinates have taken great risks to help the prince run around and shout, if the prince can't do a big thing, where will they still have a way to live?

"Infinity Bi has entered Kyoto. ”

The middle-aged man wanted to regain his confidence, so he hurriedly told the news he had just received.

The fat old man was a little surprised, although Infinite Blue was also a storm in all directions, but it was never among his targets, because it was also a woman.

What is that old Taoist girl doing in Kyoto? Will there be any variables?R1148