Fools are already pitiful in the eyes of some people, and how can they be deprived of their lives even if they are pitiful.

This sentence sounds compassionate, but the next sentence simply states the monk's thoughts.

It is two very conflicting sentences, since the former is compassionate, why is the latter sentence so strong and domineering?

Those pursuing soldiers were right, there was indeed a type of people in this world who were different from them, but it was a little different from what they thought, even if those people made a move, they had to make a move.

For example, the scene that is happening in Solo Alley can be considered to give them the best explanation.

The silence in Solo Alley didn't last long.

A slender mark suddenly appeared on one of the walls.

The loess sludge in that straight line had been dug out of the ground a long time ago to build this wall.

Now it is swaying in the air again and unwilling to fall, and finally returns to the earth.

The mark was thinner than a spear scratch, and even if you looked closely at the mottled earthen wall, it would not be noticeable.

I couldn't see where the imprint came from, but I could see that the imprint stopped in the corner of the wall.

Then it suddenly soared into the air, sticking to the wall, as soft and unstoppable as flowing water.

There was a little more needle in the breeze, but it was imperceptible but sharp.

Han Mang climbed along the straight line on the inner earthen wall, and descended from the outer earthen wall, like a clever slender hand to refine a good picture of mountains and rivers.

Since it is a picture of mountains and rivers, it should not simply stop there, but the embroidery cloth has changed.

The embroidery needle was no longer only entangled in this earthen wall, but Yan Weichu, who was standing in place and had never moved, and something around him.

Danfang made a move.

The officer and general still had no intention of making a move, because he was a subordinate of Lord Tai Lieutenant.

The official position of Taiwei has always been vacant in some countries, such as the Dachang Dynasty and the three major powers of Tang and South Vietnam, which have not established the post of Taiwei for many years.

It is not because this official position is useless, nor because there is no suitable candidate, but because it is not dared to be established.

Even Lin Pinggui, the strongest martial artist in the Dachang Dynasty, only gave a title like Wu Pingjun when His Majesty the Emperor wanted to reward him, but he didn't dare to appoint him as a captain.

Because this official power is too powerful, it is easy to lose control of himself.

Therefore, it is not set up, and if there is, Lord Taiwei's subordinates are not something that other people can easily do.

A smile appeared at the corner of Huang Dan's mouth, he had already noticed it when the earthen wall had changed, and now Yan Weichu was suffering from the enemy on his back, so it was naturally difficult to deal with.

However, he did not preemptively strike.

He was still waiting, the water had arrived, he was waiting for the mountains to come.

Mountains and rivers naturally have mountains and water in the map, where does the water come from, and where do the mountains come from?

The answer came from the yard closest to the alley.

With a low shout and a muffled sound, the soles of the giant's feet stomped on the earth.

At the entrance of the alley, there began to be a radically different change from the previous moment.

In the alley a moment ago, even though there were many cracks in the earthen walls on both sides and the ground under the feet, those cracks were extremely small.

But this time it's a big change.

With the sound of thunder in their ears, many residents could no longer sleep peacefully in the house, but they did not dare to open the door to look outside, so they had to huddle in the bed and shiver.

The ground under Yan Weichu's feet shook violently, and then rose high like a plate collision.

It's not that the terrain has changed suddenly, but the cultivator's aura, an extremely pure aura, has surged out from the ground!

The combat seems to be starting to change, the fight with Huang Dan at the previous moment seemed to be just a simple hand-to-hand fight, but now the visual effect is much stronger.

There is a picture of flying sand and rocks, there is wind, and it is a strong wind.

Faced with the sudden change in the field, Yan Weichu did not retreat, but raised his feet and jumped up.

The pure aura under his feet mixed with the bluestone slab that was first shattered and then shattered into powder took off and chased after him!

Sleepless like appendages.

This is a walking stone.

Huang Dan made a move, Huang Dan's right hand lightly pinched the sword technique, and the purest terrifying aura of the Great Cultivator of the Three Realms surged out like a flood bursting the embankment!

With his right hand raised, his imaginary finger pointed at Yan Weichu, who was in a state of jumping in the air, and then slashed hard from top to bottom!

This is an invisible sword.

More than ten zhang long Solo Lane, from this end to that, from here to there, like flowing water mixed with the wind rushing and swept through.

Flowing water is milder than a strong wind, and the wind carrying the flowing water will only appear more violent.

The bluestone floor began to become cleaner than ever.

Perhaps when someone walks out of the courtyard, they will find that the earthen walls on both sides of the entire alley have been cut down by one layer, and the walls have also been cut a little thinner.

There was a slender cut in the middle of the cleanliness.

The cut was extremely shallow, because the purpose of that sword was not the bluestone pavement under his feet, but the man in the air.

Huang Dan's sword seemed to be extremely strong, but Yan Weichu knew that this sword was not worth mentioning at all compared to the first palm when the two of them fought.

The reason lies in the momentum.

The greater the momentum, the more aura the opponent uses to create momentum, and the less powerful the sword assigned to him.

Having said that, now he is not only facing Huang Dan as he did a moment ago, but facing enemies on three sides.

There are mountains and rivers in the painting, and there are also strong winds mixed with flying sand and rocks, and it seems that the picture of mountains and rivers has been completed.

However, it was obviously not perfect enough to face the former number one swordsman of the Chu State with these battles, so the embroidery needle behind him continued.

Everything you need is there, so all the needle can do is make the things in the picture more perfect.

Embroidery needles are constantly drawing and tinkering with the details in this picture.

From time to time, he flew up and down in that sword, and then the tip of the needle turned and stabbed Yan Weichu head-on, making the originally seemingly calm flowing water instantly begin to appear a little furious.

was hit by Yan Weichu's fingers and spun in the air like a dead snake, but it rose from the bottom to the top, giving the seemingly thick and clumsy mountain a little more edge.

In the words of the Danfang, fighting, it is your men's business, and we women just need to stand in the back to help you.

Originally, many people were ashamed of Danfang's words, thinking that it was a very shameless behavior to hide behind him and say such a charming and high-sounding manner, which made people hateful at all.

But now everyone deeply understands the weight of this sentence, fighting is indeed not what a woman should do, but that woman can do this in the process of facing Yan Weichu, and no one dares to despise it anymore.

Compared with the huge momentum around him and the sharp edge everywhere, Yan Weichu's response seemed to be simpler.

He said that he couldn't make a move, but now that trouble comes to the door, he naturally can't wait to die on the spot.

His purpose is to drive away all these people who stop in front of him, but he is definitely not looking for death.

It seemed that a long time had passed, but in fact, it was only the moment when Yan Weichu noticed the change under his feet and jumped up.

In the moonlight, Yan Weichu had just reached the highest state of jumping.

The moonlight was bright, but on the opposite side of Yan Weichu, those brightness seemed to have been completely blocked by him.

The benefits of cultivator cultivation Yang Hejiu had explained to Xu Changan in front of that sea, and although his explanation seemed random and vague, it was also correct.

It's just that Yang Hejiu's explanation is simpler, higher, faster, and stronger.

Therefore, compared to ordinary people, Yan Weichu's leap was higher, but it was not too high, but it just exceeded the height of the earthen wall.

Although Huang Dan's sword is a little worse than the first palm, in terms of the enemy's strength, Huang Dan is still superior.

Yan Weichu took off the wine jug on his waist and kept throwing it around at random, without any momentum, just like Xu Changan often slashed the air with the black sword in his hand.

Unlike Xu Chang'an, Yan Weichu's seemingly casual swings are full of beauty and meticulousness.

Every trace of aura, every wisp of sword qi, was accurately captured by Yan Weichu's sunken old eyes and collided head-on with the wine gourd in his hand.

This is what he pursued when he used the sword, and those people had deeply felt it when he met Xu Changan and his party for the first time.

The beauty of his sword, the beauty of his sword, how about the knife and sword now replaced by a wine gourd?

It's still the same.

was the same as the reaction of Xu Changan and his party when they saw Yan Weichu make a move for the first time, and the eyes of everyone in the audience also consciously ignored Yan Weichu's person.

It was as if above the earthen wall, only the wine gourd was waving its own style in the air.

It's a pity that there is no more wine in it, otherwise everyone will be able to deeply appreciate the beauty of the pot of spring wine and how tempting the aroma exudes inside, and they will also understand how foolish it is to block this man's way.

The mountains and rivers that should have been extremely magnificent became wonderful through Yan Weichu's swing.

The style of painting is starting to change.

The wine gourd collided with the invisible sword, and the violent flowing water, which seemed to be gentle but was repaired by the embroidery needle, began to become unusually slow and gentler again.

In a short period of time, the wine gourd in his hand did not know how many times it collided with that sword, and each time it collided, the aura flowing upwards like water would be slower and softer.

And the surrounding sand and rocks will also be quieter.

Since the flowing water should flow to a lower place, and in such a position as mine, how dare the flowing water take off and come to disturb me?

It's cold in high places, I'm not afraid of the cold, and I ask if you're afraid?!

Huang Shan sighed softly, shook his head slightly, and then left from this wonderful picture of mountains and rivers.

The picture of mountains and rivers is in the picture, not in the person, so even if there is one less person, the picture still exists.

It's just that there is no water, but there is still the mountain that rushes straight up.

Yan Weichu began to fall from mid-air, his feet stepping on the ground that was as high as a mountain, not caring whether there was an embroidery needle in his shoes.

In fact, the embroidery needle had been eliminated long before Yan Weichu fell.

His feet came into contact with the pure aura that rushed upward, and the mountain returned to its thick and clumsy back, without a trace of sharpness.

If you push your feet harder, the ground under your feet will become ground again.

It sounds like a nonsense, but the ground of the previous moment can no longer be called the ground.

The mountains stand between heaven and earth, resting under their feet.

How can I rise above my feet and rise into the sky, and dare to pierce the firmament?

The Mandate of Heaven cannot be violated, I don't believe in the Mandate of Heaven, do you dare to believe it?!

There were two more trembling sounds in the courtyard, and then I could clearly hear the sound of footsteps on the earthen walls and roofs, and I didn't know whose red brick roof had been broken.

Yan Weichu subconsciously wanted to lift the wine jug and take a sip, but when he lifted it, he remembered that it was empty.

Looking at the embroidery needle that was randomly flicked deep into the earthen wall.

Yan Weichu smiled: "This picture is well embroidered. ”