The strong wind suddenly rose, and the hands of the men in black holding the long knives suddenly began to tremble, as if there was a strong attraction that wanted to forcefully suck the swords out of their hands, leaving them no matter how hard they held the knives.
handles, but were eventually sucked away by that strong airflow.
All the weapons flew around, one after another, hanging in Xuanyuan Zhirong's palm. They were tightly sucked by the golden light, until the last weapon flew into Xuanyuan Zhirong's palm.
His deep and indifferent phoenix eyes seemed to have a flash of lightning.
His feet shook, and with that loud noise, his robes flew up, his black hair danced wildly, his arms flew out horizontally, and cold knives flew down like rain from all directions.
Those men in black had no time to react, or were unable to resist at all. They could only widen their fearful eyes and look at the weapon that was in their hands just a moment ago. At this moment, it seemed as if it was flying from the sky, and bit by bit it was falling on them.
The pupils suddenly contracted and dilated, and in the end, they either cut off their heads, flew through their bodies, or struck them in the middle with a knife...
The golden light between heaven and earth dispersed and gathered again in an instant, and finally disappeared into nothingness, leaving only a fragment of broken limbs and a river of blood on the ground...
There was only that one person, tall and tall, with white gauze and black robe fluttering, and black hair flying.
"Pah, pah, pah -"
Slow, crisp, and loud claps came from a distant direction in the lingering wind. A gust of wind swept past, and a slender figure with a crimson color suddenly appeared among the bones. The flying scarlet clothes were on the ground.
The flowing blood continuously gushes out from the severed limbs and merges into one. The man who was originally as beautiful as a demon is like a demon rising from the depths of hell.
And a hundred steps away from him, there was a man in black clothes and white robes, with phoenix eyes like jade. Even if he stood in the sea of blood, he still looked like the orchid jade tree growing on the ninth level of the sky. He was elegant, graceful and gorgeous, as if rising from the sky.
The gods left behind at the top of the universe.
Two men who can be said to be the most perfect men in the world face each other from a distance, one with a smile on his thin lips and the other with a waveless phoenix eye. If it weren't for that invisible tension, it would create the most pleasing scene in the world.
"Prince Rong is worthy of being Prince Rong." Xuan Yinlan's voice, whose emotions could not be heard, was still as clear and moving as spring water, "I never expected these wastes, but I didn't expect them to be so useless. I almost let Prince Rong break into Suiyang County.
,Fortunately, I came one step earlier."
"Both morning and evening are the same." Xuanyuan Zhirong's charming voice was as light as the wind.
"Of course, heroes see the same thing." Xuan Yinlan curved the corner of his lips, waved his sleeves, a bright red light flashed like fire, and as he flipped his wrist, a flute was held in his hand, and the Xiao
It glowed with a golden-purple noble light, and was wrapped in a simple and thick domineering spirit. As soon as he took action, it eclipsed all the musical instruments in the world. Xuan Yinlan's slender white fingers touched the flute, and the purple-red peach blossom eyes flashed.
, "Back then in Shuiyue Cave Mansion, you and I each got a treasure. In the past few years, we have been fighting openly and secretly. It was always fists and claps. Neither of us got a good deal from the other side. Why don't we have a literary fight today?
how?"
Xuanyuan Zhirong raised his right hand, and a white light flashed by. He held the transparent and crystal-clear piccolo in his hand. The flute was as crystal-clear as a crystal and not stained with impurities. It seemed to be able to illuminate all the ugliness in the world. It was so beautiful that people dare not
Look directly.
With a turn of his wrist, the Lingyue flute was placed across his chest, and his thin lips lightly hooked: "I will accompany you to the end."