In Luo Feiyu's eyes, all this was just a flash of fingers.

But for the bald man, it seemed to have crossed the entire spring and autumn.

The burning flame on his face gradually faded, revealing his timid face below.

Even Luo Feiyu was a little surprised when he saw this face. He could not have imagined that this burly body would be paired with such a cowardly face.

The immortal in the painting noticed something strange and exclaimed his name: "Karma Yuanhuo!"

The bald man called homework fire did not answer her, but let the flame burn him. After a moment, his face was covered with burning marks.

The immortal in the painting wanted to step forward to stop him, but Gongsun Shilian suddenly had a sword rising, like a carp kissing the water, and the swallow swept through the flowing clouds, heading straight to the eyebrows of the immortal in the painting.

The nine figures of immortals in the painting were immediately united, and the ink and painting were scattered, creating a scroll of the country in front of them. The tip of the Jiangmo sword hit the scroll, and shocked the crimson flowers in the ink clouds, and at the same time, it also shook the immortals in the painting behind the ink painting several steps.

"Although the sword is light and soft, it can swell the rivers. It is worthy of being a stunning sword weapon. "In this way, let's see this move." After that, he suddenly controlled the ink pen and broke through the air. Countless drops of ink fell from the tip of the pen, splashing countless ink marks, and then bloomed.

And each ink mark blooms is actually the shape of the other side flower.

"Is this?" Gongsun Shilan looked at the scenery around her constantly surrounded by ink-colored red shore flowers.

The immortal in the painting took a step back.

Immediately afterwards, Gongsun Shilan saw a figure walking towards him among the flowers on the other side.

"It is said that there is a judge in the Middle Earth, but he can draw life and death with one stroke." The immortal in the painting looked up at Luo Feiyu and said in a cold voice: "Next, it's you."

"Where is this?" Dong Fang Ruyi, the owner of Wanjian Cave, opened her eyes and found that she was in an extremely unfamiliar environment. The mountains in the distance were like jade fans hanging upside down, with beautiful scenery, and blood-colored cherry blossoms slowly fell to the ground from the trees.

"Fusan's secret technique, Sakura Ninja barrier." The old man Tianjian in front of her took a cherry blossom petal and smiled slightly.

Dongfang Ruyi's eyes sterned, "You colluded with Fusang's ninja."

"Master of Tianjian Pavilion." A woman in a cherry robe wearing a fox mask slowly landed on the ground.

"You are the leader of Anran, Ying?" Old Man Tianjian sneered.

"I didn't expect that the Lord of Tianjian Pavilion knew my name." Ying held the mask on her face.

"There are seven sword fighters in the Burial Sword Villa, which are the three evils and four evils that are passed down by the world. The leader of Ying is the second of the three evils, second only to the smiling King of Hell Fu Xiang. Although I have not experienced the chaos that year, the name of Ying and the cherry blade that has been stained with the blood of more than 100 masters in the Central Plains martial arts world are really... like thunder." The old man Tianjian said quietly.

Dongfang Ruyi showed surprise, "What?"

"No more say, do it." Ying suddenly interrupted him.

"Do it?" Old Man Tianjian said lightly.

"Do you have to wait for this woman to go out alive and confess the guilt of the cabinet master in front of everyone?" Ying urged slowly.

"But if she dies here, wouldn't she confirm the charge of killing her in your barrier?" The old man Tianjian suddenly had a sword cloud in his sleeve.

Ying lowered her head and pondered for a moment, "If you hurt me, your life will be ended in the end. When my cherry blade kills people, it will be bloody like cherry blossoms, floating and blooming, and everyone knows it. As the same thing, this crime will be borne by Anran. The Lord of Tianjian Pavilion does not need to worry."

"Just wait for your words!" The old man Tianjian's eyes suddenly became fierce, his sleeves became uneasy and swollen, carrying the sword energy like clouds.

Dongfang Ruyi looked at the snow-white sleeves slowly falling down without fear.

When the sleeve fell in front of her, the sword cloud in the sleeve instantly disappeared without a trace.

"How could it be!" The old man Tianjian's pupils shrank.

Sakura frowned, thinking.

"No one in the world will know better than the master of the Ten Thousand Sword Cave Cave by making swords." Dongfang Ruyi staggered, "While the sword turned into a hammer did not endanger your life, it knocked on the most important parts of your body one after another, just like beating a sword."

The old man Tianjian said in surprise: "What did you say?"

"Let a peerless sword turn into a piece of scrap copper and iron intact, and the Ten Thousand Sword Cave can naturally do it." Dongfang Ruyi vomited a few mouthfuls of black blood. It was obvious that she just turned the sword into a hammer and took off the sharpness of the old man Tianjian, and used all her great efforts.

The old man Tianjian wanted to gather the sword energy in his body again, but several times in a row were in vain and collapsed on the ground, "Is this Dongfang Wuya's situation?"

"My uncle had already expected what happened today." Dongfang Ruyi looked tired.

"Very good." Sakura, who was standing beside her, finally spoke.

It no longer has the respect of the previous one, but with a chilling chill.

A light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the old man Tianjian, "Hurry up and help me kill her!"

"Okay." Ying pulled out the blade and slowly stepped forward, but did not walk towards Dongfang Ruyi, but came to the old man Tianjian.

Then he slapped his chest with a palm.

"This is!" Dongfang Ruyi was shocked.

The old man Tianjian only felt a burning pain coming from his chest, and the true energy in his body was constantly flowing, "You..."

"This is the curse of the East China Sea." Ying sneered: "Ya Yuque crossed the sea just for this purpose, and slaughtered the fishermen along the coast of Fusang. Since that's the case, why can't I take charge of it?" After saying that, he increased the strength of his palms.

The old man Tianjian soon became numb from the pain. He felt that he was falling in the darkness. The end of the fall was the endless abyss.

Luoyang Royal Palace.

The young emperor Ling Aoyang was sitting quietly in the bedroom. There were no bells and swallows around, only a chessboard in front of him.

He is playing chess with himself.

At the beginning of the game, it is difficult to tell the difference.

Emperor Jingyang was obsessed with the chess piece, thought about it slightly before falling down, and then recurring. I don’t know whether it was a deliberate or an unintentional act, but within a moment, the black piece on the chessboard was in danger and approaching the deep cliff. If you are not careful, you will be crushed to pieces.

But just as Bai's side was about to win, Emperor Jingyang, who was holding Bai Zi in his hand, suddenly stopped and stopped making any moves.

He looked at the white zis who surrounded the black zis and suddenly snorted coldly, "It's just a piece in the chess game. He was actually thinking of jumping out of this game and becoming an outsider chess controller?"

"It's so naive."

Emperor Jingyang smiled slightly, and the white piece between his fingers turned into dust. Then he picked up a black piece and gently fell on the chessboard.

This son declares the Black side to resurrect.
Chapter completed!