Guan Jue took out the swarthy iron rod from his cuffs, jumped off the bronze horse with his hooves raised high, and greeted the crowd.

The ground trembled even more violently, and the sound of raindrops and footsteps hitting the ground mixed into a strange melody, and Guan Jue loomed in the dark night with his treacherous steps, and in an instant he had already rushed over a hundred feet of distance.

The rain poured down, washing away all the sins of the world like a divine punishment, and Guan was surrounded by masses, and the palm knives that shimmered with iron-gray metallic luster fell from all directions.

A sigh sounded in the rain, obviously soft, but it hit everyone's heart heavily.

That sigh is the soft sigh that everyone makes when they dream back at midnight, the lament when they are melancholy in their hearts, and the melancholy when their ambitions are difficult to express.

So for some reason, everyone's hearts tugged up, and their movements slowed down.

Then the sound of poetry rose from the place where the knife fell.

Black engulfs the tides

The sun sank on the seventh night

There are no waves

There is only earth-shattering loneliness

The swarthy iron rod rose in the wind, the surging true qi violently stirred in the small space, the crowd was like an egg that had been broken from the inside, and dozens of people's palm knives were broken by the huge force, and blood was splattered all over the sky.

The second group of secret police officers who came with them greeted him, waving their arms as swords, and the iron gray at the edge of their palms turned into bright white, reflecting the raindrops and showing a sense of transparency that was all over the hall, and instantly burst out with a ball of sword light.

The powerful sword qi crisscrossed the field, but it couldn't stop the Yama-like figure in the slightest.

The wind blows in the wild

Like the heroism of a martyr's first blow

In front of the formation

It is a chivalrous song of the end of the world

Closing the stick, dozens of arms twisted backwards into a strange angle were clearly broken, and flew away from behind him, and the dazzling white color was still in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed.

In this darkness, hundreds of people pounced on them, blocking the stride like iron buckets, and pointing at them as sticks, and their joints were more than twice as thick as ordinary people, full of fierce oppression.

The shadow of the stick is like a mountain, and the stick is like anger, this is a stick array composed of flesh and blood, dozens of times more people, it is specially designed to kill the seven-star powerhouse!

Guan Jue only felt that the acupuncture points all over his body were stagnant, and the blood was actually a little unsmooth, and the stick fingers in the sky actually blocked all the qi in this space, and if it fell into place, it would instantly turn into a human-shaped sieve.

Bang! The swarthy stick was thrown against the invisible wall of qi and was shaken high, Guan Jie's face began to become solemn, his hands reached into his cuffs, and the chanting continued, showing a round of green warm sun!

So the reed flower is old

sprinkled with a splash of bright red

You let go of your clenched hand

And that oath that I can't let go of for a long time

Rest, rest, rest

You point to a line of lonely geese in the sky

The eyes followed it far away

Until you start to feel a little cold

The rain was majestic, and the green sun did not appear to be radiant, as if it was through a layer of frosted glass that people could not see clearly, and everything everywhere was like ice and snow melting, and even the raindrops evaporated into a dense mist.

"It's finally there!" A light burst out in the eyes of the red-robed man in the distance, Huo Ran stood up, and dozens of deep scars appeared on the roof under his feet without warning.

"Retreat!" was a command, like a bell striking in the ears of all the secret guards.

The people of the secret guard department are really called, not the dead soldiers of the Li family, and they have suffered too many losses to explain to all parties, and they are finally forced to show their real strength, and the next thing is the real battle.

The black crowd receded, much sparser than when it came, and the rain flowed backwards into Guan Jue's eyes, reflecting the strange runes circulating in his pupils.

A black figure swooped out like a goshawk, coming from an extremely high place, the golden trim on the edge of the robe burned like a flame, it was Li Feishen, the sect master of the Li family, one of the three major families, who personally attacked!

Rest, rest, rest

The drooping children ran away playfully

Singing while running

Ask you when you will be gone

When will you be gone?

At this point, the poetry suddenly became agitated, and Li Feishen, who came with a strong power, sealed his hands, and pressed towards the small figure below.

The green light seemed to come to life suddenly, from warm to intense, and it twisted and danced madly upwards, and the moment the two touched, it was like a warbler that had just burst out of its bud and had just bloomed its bud, and its branches were bent by a naughty docked bird.

The sound of raindrops falling on the sky covered out the loud noise made when the two clashed, and the dark sky turned into a dark cyan like the sea in this rare heavy rain, as if the sky and the earth had been turned upside down.

Li Feishen used his strength to fold a beautiful arc in the air, and his true qi condensed into a murder weapon that cut through the heavy rain curtain, and slashed downward.

Guan Jue slapped Lu Yang with his backhand, and his arm trembled violently, as if a substantial shock wave rippled in front of him.

And the end of the song is also gradually coming to an end.

Rest, rest, rest

You're already tired

You see dusk and twilight overlapping in your eyes

The new rain poured green on Chunling

The cold spring gradually froze

At this time

There are lights in the distance

The sound of the flute is faint

I don't know why

I wept from the edge of the forest until nightfall......

At this moment, a voice suddenly came into my ears, and it was as cold as December frost without emotion.

"Here come the guns!"

A spear shot out from behind him, slamming the door in front of him, the pitch-black body becoming more and more illegible in the night.

This snatch was like a dragon, as fast as lightning, and the surprise attack that was suddenly launched in close quarters made many masters hate it.

The closed pupils contracted, and the smoky green runes reflected his eyes in a state of mind, and the black spear rapidly enlarged to occupy all vision.

This spear is about four feet three long, seven inches in blade, and weighs three pounds and six taels. The blade is as flat as buckwheat, and the barrel of the gun is round and simple, and if you look closely, you can see that the body of the gun is covered with criss-crossing scars, and even the blade of the gun has broken a few grains of rice.

But it is such an ordinary short spear, in the countless encounters and separations it has experienced, no one can survive, and no weapon can leave intact.

But it has a nice name, called to dispel sorrow.

Ask what life and death are since ancient times, and the sorrow has been eliminated.

Now it came from afar and shot amazingly, just to stretch off the frowning brow and dispel his surging thoughts.

At the same time, a red lightning bolt lit up in the sky.

This blood-red lightning bolt came with ferocity and murderous intent, and its momentum was incomparable, and it was clearly a huge slashing (ma) knife.

The red-robed man holding the hilt of the knife, no one remembers his name anymore, he can only know the incredibly strong blood-colored giant knife, and only know that the man holding this giant knife is called Dao Ye.

As soon as you make a move, it's a lore.

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This is a chapter that pays tribute to Ryan Win's predecessors

"Poems in the Knife Bush"

I wish all book friends a safe and healthy Dragon Boat Festival