Chapter 221: Blood red knife

Knife gas condensed, like frost.
A mighty silver line came from the west.
Like tide.
The world ’s martial arts, once stepping into the realm of the realm of the tenth, with one stroke and one stroke, will be able to spur the power of the heavens and the earth, do whatever they want, the weather is endless.
Swordsman is not here.
The knife is here.
Enough!
In the mountains to the north, a huge black shadow appeared. Fu Potian's figure was enlarged by dozens of times, and he stood proudly between heaven and earth.
He held up his right hand and held the knife away. Although the blood-red knife was a dozen miles away, he was just like a finger.
"Who is he?"
Chu Huoluo's breathing was stagnation, and for a moment, fear arose.
Never seen such a master!
Even when Master was in front of her, she never felt such coercion—of course, not that Master would be weaker than this person, but Shen Zhenyi would not show her murderous power to her!
"Dark suit, pale hands, blood-red sword."
An Defu fights with his teeth, remembering the horrible legends of recent days, "Did he just return from the chaos and break the realm of the imperial city Fu Futian? How did he come to participate in the siege of Jianshanzhuang? He is not the same as San Gongzi Is it also a crime? "
This is incredible!
Fu Potian returned from the chaos and immediately broke out in the Imperial City War. He disappeared, and the emperor was thundered. He dismissed Skybreaker Road and abandoned Jianshanzhuang as prisoners, and then sent an army to siege Jianshanzhuang. Circulation.
The people at the abandoned sword villa looked at each other. I don't know why Fu Potian would attack the abandoned sword villa along with the army of the court.
when--
The first knife fell, like a nine-day waterfall, crashed into the rocks, deafening, and fire tree silver flowers.
The entire Abandoned Sword Villa was shocked under this sword.
Fortunately, the spirit blood flew into the white array and still exists.
"not good!"
Chu Huoluo and Long Junzhu looked at each other, and they could see the sadness on their faces.
The power of the sword did not hurt them, but all previous attacks could never penetrate the spirit blood flying white array and act on the abandoned sword village.
This shocking sword can break the battle!
Is the blessing Master has left for them to be broken?
Up and down the abandoned sword cottage, but everyone who knows is a sad cloud.
They can support up to now, relying on the formation method left by Shen Sangongzi. If this formation method is forced, how long can the people in the village support it even if they resist it with all their strength?
"A good knife."
In the distance, Blacktooth shouted his whole body armor and stood on his horse, exhaling a long breath, and unconsciously tightening the reins.
This is simply the sword of allure!
Samurai, can it reach such a strong state?
Black Tooth was silent, wondering what he was thinking.
At the same time, Shen Zhenyi has entered Yangyu Palace.
-He seems to know everything, but he doesn't care.
The building of the Yangyu Palace is different from the uniform and imperial city, freewheeling, and dilapidated—many are buildings with a life span of more than a thousand years, because there are royal retreats and retreats, and there is no way to renovate.
Now at night, the strange rocks and broken walls seem to add a few horrors.
Zi Ningjun leaned tightly on Shen Zhenyi, and looked at the Quartet with vigilance.
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She could feel that these places like ruins were full of masters who might threaten her.
Even if these people are sleeping in retreats, it shows that the details of the Da Yue Dynasty are really no small matter!
"Be careful."
She took the initiative to open her mouth and tore up Shen Zhenyi's sleeve.
Shen Zhenyi smiled, and patted her arm lightly to appease, "Don't worry, the royal family, indulged in the Eight Rehabilitation Spirits, this body is in harmony with heaven and earth, the imperial city will not fall and will not be born. I'm stopped here, but only a few people. "
Yangyu Palace is the most terrible place in the imperial city, but the decisive battle is not yet over.
Shen Zhenyi looked into the distance, staring like a star.
"A big breath!"
In the shadow directly in front of the three of them, a cold laugh came suddenly.
"You don't need many people to stop you. As long as I'm one, it should be enough."
The words are gorgeous, and although they are vicious, they are not rude.
It even means mild ironing, which is the nobility and etiquette of Best Chinese.
A handsome nine-year-old middle-aged man, slowly walking out of the shade, wearing a flat crown, stepping on a cloud boot, and a golden robe on his body swayed gently in the wind, showing the air.
He had a calm look on his face, with a good-looking look, and his eyes were warm. He looked at the eyes of the three, as if the gods were looking at mortals, and they were looking at ants.
There is no ridicule and disdain, only dust now!
"The Eighteen Sage Kings!"
Yu Dashao exclaimed.
The Eighteen Sage Kings, already a legendary character, did not expect that he was alive.
The Great Moon dynasty monopolized the world's top martial arts, and each generation will be shocked and talented.
But the Eighteen Sage Kings are geniuses among geniuses.
It is said that at a young age, he has already surpassed his elder brother who was about to inherit the throne at that time-if he wants to, he can replace him and become the common master of the world.
However he did not.
Taking into account the brotherhood, the Eighteen Sage Kings retired from the throne, and even took the initiative to stay away from the imperial city and conquer the Quartet.
About three hundred years ago, the last emperor died, and Yu Yujing succeeded to the throne. At that time, if the Eighteen Sage Kings wanted brothers and brothers, it should be easy.
But he still didn't. Instead, he unloaded all the errands and took care of him in Yang Yugong. Since then, there has been no news of him.
Of course, his legend is still circulating in the world, but many people think he is dead.
Unexpectedly, not only did he not die, but he lived well in the world! The martial arts approach has reached an inestimable level!
Why didn't he fight for the throne?
Why did he hide here?
Yu Dashao looked at Shen Zhenyi in horror.
Shen Zhenyi smiled, "The Eighth Rehearsal is listed in the eighteenth. I haven't heard the name for a long time. I would never expect to see it here."
The Eighteen Sage King gave a slight glance, glanced at Shen Zhenyi, and said indifferently, "The young people of today still don't know this sentence. Ba Xiuyingying is really ashamed to take it."
When Shen Zhenyi heard this sentence, it was more than 400 years ago.
At that time, it was the peak of the spirit of the Eighteen Sage Kings.
Now-he has surpassed the peak.
Shen Zhenyi sighed slightly, "You are a martial arts wizard, but unfortunately you are overwhelmed by love, and you are bound by the blood of the Royal Family of the Moon. After all, you cannot surpass this world. If you leave now, you can still save your life, otherwise It would be a pity that jade and jade burned together. "
What he said was still not paying attention to the Eighteen Sage Kings who were famous in the world.
Yu Dasha smiled bitterly-indeed, you are now eligible for this kind of world, but is it still a bit polite?
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