When the soles of the young man's boots stepped down, the bluestone slabs on the ground cracked inch by inch, and they were rolled up by the vertical and horizontal sword qi, and they rolled in mid-air and the petals of the grass and were stirred into pieces.

The sword intent like mountains, rivers, lakes and seas began to rise,

The bells rang all over the city, and they were completely muffled,

The accumulated clouds were torn apart in an instant, and the morning sun fell from the cracks, and the entire imperial city seemed to be crossed with a layer of gold, and even the raindrops that fell in the oval shape in the sky were dyed with a layer of gold, and everyone looked up in amazement, just like a scene in the biography of gods and ghosts.

Walking from the palace gate to the Suzaku long street,

But just a distance of more than ten zhang,

But the young man walked very slowly, like a leisurely stroll,

The five elements of Qi belong to fire, so the long street outside the palace gate that can not be seen at a glance is called Vermilion Bird, about seven miles long, more than thirty-three zhang wide, although it is not comparable to the ten miles long street in the city that is nearly fifty zhang wide in the memory of the previous life, it can be extremely rare in this world, but the surging crowd has blocked this long street, and there are countless Yong'an people, but just a cursory look can know that there are no less than tens of thousands of people, and it is better than the population of many cities.

"Run!"

Someone hissed and shouted,

"Damn, where is this a human thing!"

Some people looked at the terrifying anomaly between heaven and earth, at the powder wafting in the air, at the torn irregular clouds and smacked their tongues secretly, stiffening their bodies and standing in place, such a scene was not done by man.

"His grandmother has a leg, why is she still stunned!"

"Run!"

Screaming, pulling, pushing,

Like a ghost born in the history of gods and ghosts,

And the boy in the python robe on the street,

This legendary thousand-year-old demon is still coming,

When the lonely sword intent fell on that young man, Meng Fuzi inexplicably remembered that one hundred and twenty years ago, the great sword immortal Xu Jiu, who blocked hundreds of thousands of troops with one person and one sword outside the county of Zhulu, had the same majestic atmosphere, and the sword qi was as vertical and horizontal as a mountain, like a lake, like an ocean and a sea, unmatchable, but at that time, the sword immortal Xu Jiu had reached his peak, and at the moment this young man had not yet reached the crown.

Put aside the inexplicable thoughts,

The long sword on Meng Fuzi's waist is out of the sheath, like the scabbard, this is an extremely simple long sword, without any embellishment, and the sword body also does not have any texture modification, ordinary like a fledgling chivalrous man bought a whiteboard sword at the roadside stall.

But when the sword is raised,

In an instant, the sword light even overshadowed the rising sun that fell through the clouds, as if all the majestic righteousness in heaven and earth had gathered on the simple and unpretentious long sword.

Meng Fuzi, named Haoran,

Confucianism has been cultivating qi for 120 years, and has gone through the old scriptures,

It is diametrically opposed to the sword fifteen full of dead air, there are thousands of books in the chest, and the body is full of righteousness at this moment, like a flood that bursts the embankment, Yan Shisan wants to draw the sword but it is too late, the sword in the hand of Meng Fuzi has been raised for one hundred and twenty years When the sword comes out, except for a product, I can't imagine anyone in the world who can stop it.

But the young man still didn't look back,

With a casual smile on the corner of his mouth,

When that wave of righteousness approached, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, and the smile on his handsome face became more and more obvious without the slightest concealment.

I have heard a long time ago that there is a master in the mountain behind the Jixia School Palace, and the literary style of the entire Qi State has undergone earth-shaking changes since the Xue Palace sacrificed wine, coupled with the hard work of the Qi Emperor, this has the courage to go on several Northern Expeditions.

Emperor Qi has seen it,

have also fought against each other,

It turns out that as rumored to be, both scheming and courage are the best choice.

Someone who can match the prestige of Emperor Qi,

Even the old man who has to perform the first rite,

Is it only a matter of learning?

The young man does not believe,

The master in my memory is also a man who fights the sword world,

It's one thing to be reasonable,

It's one thing to listen or not to listen,

But if you don't listen, then strike until you want to hear.

This is the eternal truth of radish and stick,

So Mengfuzi is very strong, undoubtedly strong,

But after a few contacts, in addition to the otherworldly bearing, I can't feel half of the breath of cultivation, but it is rumored that the master in Qi Realm uses a sword, and he has experienced countless sword intents, and the breath on the person who uses the sword is naturally very sensitive, but he still doesn't feel the slightest sword intent.

A possibility inexplicably came to mind,

There is only one possibility!

There is a saying in ancient books,

There are swordsmen who sharpen a sword for ten years,

Ten years and one day to hide the sword in the sheath,

When it is unsheathed, it is sharp,

can be several times more than himself, can jump to kill, brave and unmatched,

Meng Fuzi is indeed a mouthful of righteousness in his chest and has been raising swords for a hundred and twenty years,

When you want to come out of the sword, there is no one who cannot be killed!

Of course, I am no exception,

Meng Fuzi's sword seemed to be hanging above his head, perhaps this was also the reason why Emperor Qi and his old man were so relieved that he was in the city, after all, his life and death have always been in someone's thoughts.

Before leaving Yong'an City, if this sword still does not come out, it will be difficult, after all, Daqian and Qi are mortal enemies, if one day Meng Fuzi and his old man can't think of it, run to Shangjing to exchange his life for his life, not to say whether it can be done, but a sharp sword is always hanging above his head and he is also uneasy.

I can't always stay in the middle of the army, or let Yan Shisan go to redeem the son, neither of these two situations are what I want to see.

"Hoo ......"

Thoughtful accessibility,

The young man exhaled in a turbid breath, his face became solemn,

The next thing is the game between life and death with Meng Fuzi, his sword is bound to fall, the reason is very simple, if he forcibly collects the sword, he can't withstand the backlash of this sword intent.

On Suzaku Street,

At this moment, the crowd that was originally blocked by the water was impassable,

Like the sea at low tide,

Half of the retreat in a few breaths,

You can feel the Haoran sword intent behind you slowly weakening with the decrease of the people of Yong'an on the long street.

The young man continued to walk leisurely,

But there were already fine beads of sweat on his forehead,

When the boy takes the last step,

The sword intent has reached the extreme, and it is time to have to take out the sword.

The waves receded and the long street was empty,

There are less than a thousand Yong'an people left,

In the wrath,

Anger will dilute all reason,

But the sword in front of him is like an ocean pressed down,

But the torch on his body was extinguished in an instant,

Looking at the remaining seven or eight hundred people on the seven-mile long street, they all straightened their waists, looked at the vast sword intent, and had the will to die, yelling, as if they were cheering themselves up, and finally rushed towards the young man like moths to a fire.

Looking at the long street that was empty all of a sudden, the sword stabbed by Meng Fuzi paused in mid-air, not that it could not be pierced, nor that it could not fall, but that he was unwilling to continue to draw the sword.

Meng Fuzi showed a clear look, and the corners of his mouth were a little bitter, it turned out that this young man was not just for slaughter, just to force himself to use his sword, and now there are less than a thousand people, which is his bottom line, and it can also be said that if he really slaughters these tens of thousands of people under his nose, he can't care so much, if he can really change his life, now he stabbed the amazing and gorgeous young man to death with a sword, and he turned around to exchange his life with Yan Shisan, he will definitely not be stingy, but there are still 200,000 soldiers in Lu County.

A cloth robe with a sword in the air,

Cloth hunting sounds,

The expression is extremely complicated,

But the crimson Fusang petals had already fallen on the long street with the sword qi in the sky.

"Boom ......"

Like a dragon turning over,

The moment of contact, the green bricks turned into powder,

Down is a ravine a few feet deep,

Fishy yellow earth exposed,

The seven-mile Suzaku long street, which is about 33 zhang wide, is divided into two.

Outside the ravine is a fierce sword qi,

"Click......"

The corpse was stirred into blood, and the stump was broken,

Thin strips of cloth fell from mid-air,

The shops on the street are like a wind crossing the wooden planks cracked inch by inch,

As far as the eye can see, the widest street in the entire Yong'an City has exploded under this sword, and the black-clothed and black-armored forbidden soldiers on the vermilion palace wall are full of sluggishness.

"Knock! knock! knock!"

This is the sound of iron riding on the ground,

When the young man outside the Honglu Temple disappeared, the forbidden army stationed outside the Honglu Temple panicked, looking around the city, but a wave of unevenness rose again and again, and a bell was heard in the imperial city from a distance, at this moment the deputy commander surnamed Yan stood at the end of the long street and looked at the spreading ravine, remembering the luck when he entered the palace that day, and subconsciously touched his neck and swished.

A moment later,

Three hundred red-clothed and black-armored Liangzhou iron horsemen swept in two columns from both sides of the ravine.

"Poof......

Behind him, an old man in cloth clothes slowly landed,

Looking at the scene on Suzaku Street, a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out,

After cultivating qi for one hundred and twenty years, Haoran's sword qi erupted, but it suddenly retracted the backlash in it, how could ordinary people imagine, and the bright red on the cloth was shocking.

"Thank you, Master Meng's grace not to kill!"

The young man turned to look at the pale old man and bowed.

The originally frowning brow suddenly relaxed,

After all, I won this game.

Although there are some meanings of victory,

But in the end, the sword hanging above his head still fell.

"What a boldness!"

"What if this sword really falls?"

Meng Fuzi wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and said in a deep voice.

"In fact, everyone has a balance in their hearts. ”

"When the scales are not fully tilted. ”

"I believe that the Master's sword will not pierce it. ”

The young man in the python robe said very seriously.

"So the sword is so slow to test the old man's bottom line?"

Meng Fuzi snorted coldly.

"Naturally. ”

"Tens of thousands of people, kill them with a sword. ”

"If it's a battlefield, there's no regret about the sword!"

"But now it's not a battlefield, and I'm also afraid that this sword will fall, and I myself won't be able to get out of this Yong'an City. ”

"This temple is not afraid of death, but it does not want to die. ”

"What's more, I'm just a layman, thinking that this Yong'an City may still be my own foundation in the future, killing too much, and then the remaining empty city will not be much fun, and besides, killing for the sake of killing, and killing for the sake of solving obstacles on the road, the difference between the two is quite big. ”

The young man muttered in a low voice.

"Thank you to Master Meng for sending the sword today, this trip is also a rare success. ”

The young man arched his hand.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

In front of him, hundreds of red-clothed and black-armored Liangzhou iron horsemen were already approaching, looking at the young man in a black and gold python robe, he turned over and dismounted and knelt on one knee, and saluted respectfully.

"Now that the old man's sword has come out, why don't you try the sword and go to the palace?"

Meng Fuzi put his sword into the sheath and looked at the young man with a smile.

"Not trying. ”

"The Tibetan sword has come out, and the edge is revealed. ”

"This sword qi, why do you have to let it disperse for a hundred and eighty days, right?"

The young man said with a smile.

Entering the palace?

You must know that the craftsman workshop of Qi is the first-class in the world,

The Northern Expedition did not take out that because the cost was too high and it was only suitable for besieging and killing masters, not to mention that the army was already equipped with strong crossbows, but the palace of Qi thought that this was not bad for these things, plus all kinds of back hands, and Meng Fuzi, who still had spare strength in front of him, it was easy to get in, but I was afraid that he might not be able to get out.

"Master, do you want to send this temple again? ”

"Lest there be any more trouble on the road. ”

After the young man finished speaking, he turned over and got on his horse and spoke, and the guards beside him immediately took out an empty horse and gave it to Meng Fuzi.

"But the old man will send you out of the city. ”

Meng Fuzi took the reins and turned over to his horse very skillfully.

"Your Highness!"

At the end of the long street, in the black-clothed and black-armored forbidden army, an old man in a cyan official robe was particularly conspicuous, and when the young man in the python robe got closer, he woke up from his surprise, and the scene on the long street in front of him was too terrifying.

"Lord Lu, let's give this hall a ride too. ”

"By the way, there is something to say. ”

The young man tightened the reins and looked at the old man who was still wearing a cyan official robe, and said in a little surprise, and finally the afterglow fell on Meng Fuzi, who was dressed in cloth, and he already had a plan in his heart.

"That's right, that's fine. ”

Lu Mingfu let out a long sigh.

"Why don't you resign?"

The young man sat on horseback and said bluntly.

"Your Highness always says I'm too tactful. ”

"Colleagues say the same thing on weekdays, and they say a lot, even the old man himself thinks so, but when he really enters the court that day and wants to speak, he always feels that something is stuck in his throat, and he really can't open his mouth. ”

"It's a cliché. ”

"But after all, I'm also a Qi person......"

Lu Mingfu rode half a step behind and smiled a little bitterly, but his eyes inadvertently wandered from the face of Meng Fuzi on the side.

"That's right, in the end, Lord Lu is also a Qi person......"

The young man repeated Lu Mingfu softly, and when he noticed the slight change in Meng Fuzi's gaze towards Lu Mingfu, he knew that this interesting old man could not die.

Some words are spoken to yourself,

It was also addressed to Master Mengzi,

As for whether he is round or not,

Only he knows.

"Driving ......"

The whip was drawn suddenly,

Hundreds of iron horsemen galloped in the direction of the north city gate.

"Master Meng, where are the 10,000 Liangzhou sons in the main hall of Yuyang Dao?"

"You must know that this trip back, if the pomp is smaller, you have to be eaten alive by the people of Qi along the way, but this hall is not willing to be captured, maybe you will have to make some killings. ”

The young man looked at the towering city wall and joked.

"Oh?"

"I smelled the smell of blood on His Highness's body from afar, and ordinary people couldn't swallow it. ”

Meng Fuzi said casually.

"Knock! knock! knock!"

As soon as the voice fell,

Then I heard the sound of horses' hooves like spring thunder sounding outside the city.

"Squeak squeak......"

Meng Fuzi waved his hand at the soldiers who received the city,

The heavy city gate slowly opened, and what caught my eye was the boundless Liangzhou Iron Rider in red clothes and black armor, who was already dusty and dusty from Yuyang Road, and the iron armor was full of mud spots, but it still couldn't cover the murderous aura that seemed to be like a substance, and at this moment they all turned over and dismounted neatly, kneeling on the ground?

"The person who picked you up is here. ”

Meng Fuzi looked at the iron horse outside the city gate and said.

"Master Meng, so atmospheric?"

The young man subconsciously tightened the reins in his hand, and at the moment when the city gate was opened, he even had an irrepressible impulse to directly lead his troops to attack the city!

"This is Your Majesty's account. ”

"Thinking about the pomp and circumstance of these 10,000 people, it is enough for His Highness to be safe and sound. ”

Meng Fuzi is still light and breezy.

"Tomorrow and today, burn more yellow paper money for his old man. ”

The young man finally suppressed the impulse in his heart and arched his hand in the direction of the imperial city.