Great Blue Night Watchman

As soon as the voice fell, a bright moon suddenly rose above his head, and a snow mountain appeared at his feet. Although the snow mountain was extremely small at the moment, an endless holy power was emitted, and the golden light in front of him rippled.

The snowy mountains hit the sky together.

hiss……

The golden light trembled violently, like the waves of the sea. With this wave, the sandwich biscuits squeezed into a space of less than two feet above and below were unlucky. Ninety-nine percent of them were removed in just this one step.

The more than 3,000 people who controlled the outer circle were all shocked.

Finally, we have to face the answer to the ultimate question, that is, can the Peerless Killing Formation fight against the Holy Treasure!

The first wave of impact hurt both sides.

The peerless killing array shook, and the person who controlled the killing array was in chaos.

There was also a crack in the bright moon above Wu Xinyue's head.

Wu Xinyue's heart skipped a beat, my God, how could this be possible? The holy treasure was actually damaged. This holy treasure was painted by the painting saint himself. It is an important treasure inherited by the painting saint's holy family. Lin Su, I want to kill you if you dare to hurt my holy treasure...

The holy treasure itself seemed to be angered. As soon as the holy power came out, it slammed out. The two powerful forces of heaven and earth collided in an earth-shattering collision. He tore a gap in the peerless killing formation, and Wu Xinyue broke through.

Thirty-six formation stones on thirty-six bases broke simultaneously.

However, the last sandwich biscuit sandwiched in a one-foot space was all turned into blood mist, including the three Xiangtian Fadi, including the literary world, including King Lu Bin!

As soon as Wu Xinyue broke through the peerless killing formation, she was about to fly into the sky. Suddenly, a giant pen fell from the sky, accompanied by a cold voice: "Go to hell!"

Chi! The Night Moon Picture of the Holy Treasure Snow Mountain exploded into pieces, and the waning moon inside rose up into the sky and disappeared without a trace. Under the giant pen, Wu Xinyue was divided into two halves. The last thing he saw was two words: Wei Young!

Weiyang pen!

This is Lin Su's final trump card!

As soon as this stroke came out, it drained all his true energy, all his literary energy, and all his energy. It was a unique stroke that killed the enemy first and hurt himself. He would not use it under normal circumstances.

Now he uses it.

Because, he wants to kill Wu Xinyue!

The people he wants to kill will be killed regardless of who you are as a son of the Holy Family or whether you have a Holy Treasure!

Bi Xuanji was hit by the holy treasure for the last time and hit the mountain behind her. When her blood was boiling, she saw Wu Xinyue's tragic death. When her heart was shocked, she saw Lin Su falling straight from the sky to the ground below. abyss.

Bi Xuanji forced all his energy to cross the void, and when Lin Su was about to fall off the cliff, he suddenly hugged him and held him in his arms...

Zhang Haoran and Huo Qi strode towards them. The great scholars in the past, after exhausting their literary power, looked like ordinary people and even fell down on the way.

Outside Helan City, countless soldiers flew into the sky with swords and guns in their hands, and cheers reached into the sky.

Du Yuting stared blankly at Helan City in front of him, tears streaming down his face filled with vicissitudes of life...

General Li, can you think of it?

On the thirteenth day after you left, the brothers came back again!

This Northern Expedition was ten times more difficult than yours, but we did it because we have Mr. Lin, your brother...

…

"What?" In Dragon City, the handsome seal in Zhou Ze's hand was flashing with light, and his whole body was shaking sharply.

"..."

Shuai Yin put it down in confusion, and Zhou Ze's eyes met He Shun's, who was looking up at him, both at a loss. He Shun was holding a delicate white porcelain cup, and his hands were trembling slightly.

"Three thousand people destroyed an army of 120,000 and recaptured the four northern towns? Lord He, is this a dream?"

He Shun suddenly jumped up: "I must contact Lord Shangshu immediately..."

Due to this connection, Ding Jiye, the Minister of War in the capital, did not move his eyes for five minutes. The next moment, it was His Majesty's turn. After hearing the news, His Majesty did not move at all. He stayed on the Dragon Throne like a sculpture.

In Green Willow Villa, Zhang Juzheng soared into the sky, landed in Qu Mansion, and directly opened Qu Wendong's study door. Qu Wendong suddenly raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

A dignified bachelor, you just broke into someone else's study, regardless of etiquette. What's wrong?

"Mr. Qu Ge, what's the biggest anecdote you can accept?"

Zhang Juzheng's voice was very relaxed, but the meaning in his words made Qu Wendong's heart beat: "Brother Juzheng, don't irritate me. I am over eighty years old. You irritate me to death, but there is no one to accompany you." Let’s talk about your grandson-in-law.”

Zhang Juzheng let out a long breath: "So you are boring! Let me tell you directly, I just received the news that Lin Su, this kid, took my family Haoran, Qiu Mochi, Huo Qi, and Li Yangxin to do something earth-shattering. event."

"What happened? Didn't they... go to Dragon City in the northwest? Could it be that... the troops left Dragon City?" Qu Wendong's face suddenly turned red. He was also a well-informed person. Although the news about the four northern towns was lost again, The imperial court had implemented a blockade, and ordinary people didn't know it yet, but he obviously knew it.

Based on this, he got drunk at least seven times in thirteen days.

Every time I get drunk, I feel endless sadness.

And now...

Zhang Juzheng said slowly: "Exactly, they left Dragon City and recaptured the four towns in just three days and three nights!"

boom! Qu Wendong slapped him down, and the desk turned into pieces: "What a great boy! What a great boy! Brother Ju Zheng, today's wine is mine! You have to get drunk for me too... Haha Ha ha……"

There was movement in the study, and the entire Qu Mansion was shocked. Qu Zhe ran to the door of his grandfather's study and stopped, with a look of surprise on his face, because in a moment, his grandfather sealed the study with his literary power...

"Don't rush to drink, you have to understand the real shock point." Zhang Juzheng said: "They came out of Dragon City with only three thousand soldiers, and they were all injured and injured remnants of the Flying Dragon Legion!"

"Three thousand remnant troops? How many enemy troops are there?" Qu Wendong's expression changed.

"Eight thousand in Qiyang Pass, 30,000 in Liehuo City, 5,000 in Doufang City, plus 3,000 abandoned beasts, more than 80,000 in Helan City, plus countless spiritual masters, literary masters, and disciples of the Holy Family."

Qu Wendong's eyes widened: "This... this is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"That's why I asked you, what is the biggest anecdote you can accept." Zhang Juzheng said: "They have created something in the history of Da Cang... No, not just Da Cang, but no one has ever created it in the Nine Kingdoms and Thirteen States. History!"

"This...how did this happen?" Qu Wendong's chest rose and fell sharply.

"Art of War! He has a magical art of war! In addition, he also has a peerless killing formation. This reminds me of the Cangchi Battle not long ago. I suspect that he participated in the Cangchi Battle. It was precisely because of his participation that The Cangshan Army under the Nanwang killed 160,000 Red Kingdom invaders on the right side of the Qingjiang River."

Qu Wendong pondered: "The art of war, he once showed clues in Xueyuguan Xiaoxiao, the peerless killing array, in fact, he also showed clues when the Thousand Island Water Pirates massacred the city... However, he used the Qingqiu Demon King as a cover, and no one You know, this peerless killing formation is his own."

Zhang Juzheng nodded: "That's right, and now, everything has been exposed! The person above should list him as the number one threat!"

This sentence is the fundamental purpose of Zhang Juzheng's coming today.

Because he was excited and restless...

What's exciting is the thing itself.

What is disturbing is the aftermath of this incident.

Three thousand remnant soldiers easily destroyed Osumi's 120,000 army.

A killing array, slaughtering all the masters in the city.

No superior can tolerate such a person.

Why?

Because of his existence, military convention was completely subverted.

The emperor strictly controlled the military. It was impossible for anyone to have military power that could subvert the power of the dynasty. However, for him, this iron rule did not apply at all.

Because he doesn't need too many soldiers and horses! Numbers mean nothing to him!

If he controls an army of millions, he will be exposed during the recruitment stage, but what if he only controls 3,000 people? You can choose from hundreds of thousands of refugees on the river beach at any time!

And that big formation is too scary.

He only needs thirty-six Daohua level masters to easily kill thousands of Xiangtianfadi, which also breaks through the conventions of the cultivation world.

What if one day he doesn't like His Majesty and sets up a killing array outside the palace, how can he break it?

Therefore, Lin Su's battle shocked the world, and at the same time, a curse was placed on him that he must die.

Qu Wendong is a human being.

Zhang Juzheng is not a human being, but he is also a top master with superior knowledge. Faced with such a situation, the two of them were speechless for a long time...

"Brother Ju Zheng, if we are together, there should be no problems in the world. However, this matter is still beyond the scope of you and me. When he returns to Beijing, let's talk about it together. Since he dares to do this at this time After exposing his trump card, he must have already thought about the follow-up."

With these words, Zhang Juzheng finally felt at ease.

Yes, why did you forget that this kid is so impeccable? He caused his own death. We two old guys can't solve it. He should be able to solve it himself.

…

Paintings of the Holy Family and the Zusheng Pavilion.

A waning moon flew from the sky and landed on the top of the Ancestral Saint Pavilion. The entire Holy Pavilion shook slightly, and the Holy Family of Painting Saints, which covers an area of ​​three thousand miles, shook violently.

The head of the Holy Family, who was in retreat at the Ancestor Gallery for enlightenment, suddenly opened his eyes. The next moment, he appeared in the Ancestor Pavilion.

As soon as he saw the waning moon, the head of the family was shocked: "The moon is shining over the snowy mountains!"

He could tell at a glance that the waning moon was exactly the moon in the night moon picture of the Snowy Mountain, the Holy Treasure of the Holy Family.

Under normal circumstances, this moon resides perfectly in the "Snowy Mountain Night Moon Picture", but now, the moon has actually left the Snowy Mountain Night Moon Picture and is already disabled. What does this mean? It means that the holy treasure of the Holy Family has been destroyed. Then, his son...

"Master, what kind of big thing happened?" The elder was a little late. He was probably too old and lost his mind for a while.

The master of the house put his hands together and pointed at the waning moon: "Now!"

The waning moon is like a mirror, replaying the scene that just happened...

In the border town of Helan, a golden thread crossed the sky. The holy treasure broke through the decisive formation, but was injured by the formation. A huge pen struck with a shocking blow, the holy treasure was destroyed, and Wu Xinyue was divided into two halves...

"Ah..." The head of the family looked up to the sky and roared: "Lin Su!"

He saw his son's death with his own eyes, and he also saw with his own eyes that the person who killed his son was Lin Su!

In an instant, he exploded.

Although this son was disgraced by Qinglian's discussion of Taoism, he was generally good, at least ten times and a hundred times better than other peers in the family. He had high hopes, hoping that the Painting Saint Family would flourish in his hands. However, he died. Got it! He was killed directly by this hateful man.

Lin Su, I want you to be cut into pieces!

The great elder shouted out loud: "Weiyang Bi? How could it be Weiyang Bi?"

"Weiyang Brush?" The owner of the house was also shocked. He circled his hand, froze the pen in the picture, and enlarged it. In the middle of the pen, the word "Weiyang" came into view clearly.

The two big guys stared at these two words, their faces changing...

"Master, wasn't this pen destroyed eight hundred years ago?"

"Legends are just legends after all! That person...maybe really will break through the catastrophe and come back..." The head of the family's hair trembled slightly: "On the third level of the sky, storms are about to rise..."

Lin Su would never have imagined that his killing of Wu Xinyue had already angered the Painting Saint Family and was about to lead to an inevitable catastrophe. However, it would be completely rewritten because of a pen.

Because this pen represents "that person"...

Who is "that"? Even if he is the head of the Holy Family, he would not dare to call him by his first name.

…

It was late at night, the battlefield had been cleaned, and the Da Cang military flag flew again in Helan City. A large number of Da Yu military flags and clothes were piled in the middle of the city, and a fire was lit. Three thousand soldiers surrounded the fire, screaming and dancing, as if they were crazy.

In the quiet commander-in-chief's mansion, the sound was very far away. Lin Su was lying on the bed, and Bi Xuanji was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his face through the faint starlight, quiet and tender.

He didn't wake up on the third watch, and he didn't wake up on the fourth watch. It wasn't until early in the morning when a ray of sunlight broke into the window from the high Yanhui Peak that Lin Su finally opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Bi Xuanji.

Her face was still that of an ugly man, but her eyes were as bright as stars.

"Recovered?"

Lin Su slowly sat up and stretched, and all the literary energy, true energy, and vitality that had been taken away by Weiyang's pen were restored.

Not just restored, it seems purer than before.

how to say? Just like a pond, all the water inside is drained out at once, and clean water is refilled, making the pond look clearer.

This is reflected in the literary aura: there was still some Confucianism in his literary aura, but now it is gone, and it has completely turned into a silver Dao aura. After an ordinary person breaks into the literary aura, the Confucian aura cannot be eliminated all at once. It usually takes about ten years to fully transform, but in just two months, his literary energy was drained out of his body by Weiyang's pen twice and regenerated. He completed the complete transformation from a great scholar to a literary path.

The manifestation in martial arts is even more magical.

He was already at the peak of his powers.

After this repetition, his cultivation level dropped by one level, and he became the late stage of spying. The level dropped, but he felt that his combat effectiveness increased by one level. What does this mean? It shows that the foundation of the realm of voyeurism has been further solidified, just like laying the foundation of a house. When the base is knocked down with a few sledgehammers, it looks shorter, but it is stronger.

The Weiyang pen has such a magical effect, which is beyond Lin Su's expectation.

However, he didn't want to try again.

This thing is really a bit of a trap, it's so overbearing that it has serious side effects.

Fortunately, when he used this thing, the battle was already over. If the enemy hadn't been killed and another wave of attacks came, he would be finished.