Chapter 221

The Qi of the knife is condensed, like frost.

A silver thread came from the West.

Like a tide.

The world's martial arts, once you step into the tenth weight of the real world, raise your hand and throw your foot, you can attract the power of heaven and earth, do whatever you want, and have a myriad of atmosphere.

The swordsman is not here.

The knife is here.

Enough!

In the mountains to the north, a huge dark shadow appeared. Fu Po Tian's body was magnified dozens of times and stood proudly between heaven and earth.

He held his right hand high and held the knife at a distance. Although the blood red knife was more than ten miles away from him, it was like an arm and finger.

"He... Who is he?"

Chu Huoluo's breath was stagnant. For a moment, fear arose spontaneously.

Never... Never seen such a master!

Even in front of Shifu, she has never felt such a sense of authority - of course, it's not that Shifu is weaker than this person, but Shen Zhenyi won't show her the opportunity to kill her!

"Dark clothes, pale hands, blood red knives."

An Defu fought with his teeth and thought of the terrible legend recently, "is it... Is he the master Fu Botian who came back from leaving the secret place and broke into the imperial city? He... How did he participate in the siege of abandoned sword villa? He is not the same as the third childe, but also a Qin prisoner?"

This is incredible!

When Fu Paotian returned from the secluded territory, the imperial city war broke out immediately. He disappeared. The emperor was furious and denounced both paotiandao and Zijian mountain villa as imperial prisoners. Then he sent a large army to encircle and suppress Zijian mountain villa. Since then, the news has been out of circulation.

The people of abandoned sword mountain villa looked at each other. I don't know why Fu Botian would join the imperial army to attack abandoned sword mountain villa.

When——

The first knife fell like a nine day waterfall and crashed into the rocks. It was deafening and flaming.

The whole abandoned sword villa was shocked by this knife.

Fortunately, the spirit blood flying white array still exists.

"No!"

Chu Huoluo and Princess long looked at each other and could see the sadness on their faces.

——The power of this Sabre did not hurt them, but all previous attacks could never penetrate the spirit blood flying white array and act on the abandoned sword villa.

This amazing Sabre can break the array!

Is it... Will the protection left by the master be broken?

From top to bottom of Zijian mountain villa, everyone who has insight is sad.

——They can support up to now, all relying on the array left by third childe Shen. If this array is forced, how long can the people in the villa resist it with all their strength?

"What a powerful knife."

In the distance, black tooth shouted, dressed in armor, rode his horse, took a long breath, and unconsciously tightened the reins.

This is the sword of the city!

Warrior, can you reach such a strong state?

Black teeth are silent. I don't know what I'm thinking.

At the same time, Shen Zhenyi has entered Yangyu palace.

——He seems to know everything, but he doesn't care about anything.

The buildings of Yangyu Palace are different from the neat and uniform imperial city. They are arbitrary and dilapidated - many of them are buildings with a life span of more than 1000 years. Because there are royal residents living in seclusion here, there is no way to renovate them.

Now at night, the rocks are jagged and the walls are broken, which seems to add some terrible breath.

Zining Jun leaned close to Shen Zhenyi, and a pair of wonderful eyes looked warily at the four directions.

She could feel that there were experts who might threaten her everywhere in these ruins.

Even if these people are sleeping in seclusion, it also shows that the details of the big moon Dynasty are really very important!

"Be careful."

She rarely took the initiative to open her mouth and pulled Shen Zhenyi's sleeve.

Shen Zhenyi smiled and patted her on the arm to appease her. "Don't worry, people in the imperial family are addicted to the eight cultivation spirits. This body is combined with heaven and earth, the imperial city doesn't fall, and won't be born. Only a few people can stop me here."

Yangyu palace is the most terrible place in the Imperial City, but the decisive battle is not yet due.

Shen Zhenyi looked into the distance and looked like a bright star.

"What a big breath!"

In the shadow in front of the three of them, a cold laughter came suddenly.

"You don't need many people to stop you. As long as I am one, I should be enough."

The voice is gorgeous. Although there are bad words, it is not rude.

Even some gentle ironing means that this is the nobility and etiquette of the Baishi Chinese people.

A handsome middle-aged man with a length of nine feet slowly stepped out of the shade of the tree, wearing a flat crown and cloud boots. His Phnom Penh robe swayed gently with the wind.

He had a calm look on his face. He was beautiful and warm. Looking at the eyes of the three people, it was like God looking at mortals and people looking at mole ants.

——There is no ridicule and disdain, only there is no dust under the eyes!

"Eighteen... Virtuous king!"

Yu Dashao lost his voice and exclaimed.

The eighteen wise king is already a legendary figure. Unexpectedly... He is still alive.

The Dayue Dynasty monopolized eight of the world's top martial arts, and each generation will produce amazing figures.

But the eighteen wise kings are the geniuses among the geniuses.

It is said that at a young age, he was stronger than his brother who was about to inherit the throne at that time - if he wanted, he could replace him and become the Lord of the world.

But he didn't.

Taking into account the deep brotherhood, the eighteen wise kings retired to the throne and even took the initiative to vassal, far away from the imperial city and expedition in all directions.

About three hundred years ago, the last emperor died and Shan Yujing succeeded to the throne. At that time, if the eighteen wise kings wanted brothers and sisters, it should be as easy as a palm.

But he still didn't. instead, he took off all his errands and fled to the Yangyu palace to provide for the elderly. There was no news of him since then.

Of course, his legend is still circulating in the world, but many people think he is dead.

——Unexpectedly, he not only didn't die, but also lived in the world! The way of martial arts is immeasurable!

Why doesn't he fight for the throne?

Why did he live in seclusion here?

Yu Dashao looked at Shen Zhenyi in horror.

Shen Zhenyi smiled. "The name of Ba Xiu Ying Shan Yu 18 has not been heard for a long time. I didn't expect to see it here."

The eighteen wise king was slightly stunned, glanced at Shen Zhenyi and said calmly, "I didn't expect that young people today still know this sentence. Eight xiuzhiying is really ashamed."

Shen Zhenyi heard this more than 400 years ago.

At that time, it was still the peak period of the eighteen sages.

Now - he has surpassed the peak.

Shen Zhenyi sighed slightly, "you are a martial arts genius. Unfortunately, you are tired of love and bound by the blood of the royal family of the moon. You can't get rid of this world after all. If you leave now, you can keep your life. Otherwise, jade and stone will be burned. It's a pity."

What he said was that he still didn't pay attention to the famous eighteen sages.

Yu Dashao smiled bitterly - indeed, you are qualified to look up to the world now, but... At least you should be a little polite, okay?

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