Thousands of troops and horses rushed forward, and Yang Xuan sighed slightly.

He never thought that one day someone would deal with him with his plagiarized poems. If he admitted now that he was at his disposal, would Zhou Zhijie be broken?

Although Zhou Zhijie's Tao is noble and righteous, and pays attention to introducing literature into the Tao and cultivating a noble and righteous spirit, in the final analysis, it is still inseparable from being loyal to the king as a minister, lower public opinion and listening to heaven.

Fundamentally speaking, Yang Xuan felt that Zhou Zhijie's Haoran way was not as free and easy and majestic as Zuo Qinghou's battlefield way.

His feeling is that he is talking on paper without experiencing any life and death training.

Therefore, when the neat and meticulous battle array came under attack, the pressure on Yang Xuan was not as good as Zuo Qinghou.

Of course, this is also related to his recent progress in cultivation.

The long black knife was gently drawn out, like a black lightning, which came like a ripple in an instant.

Zhou Zhijie's indifference disappeared and was replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

He had already known that he might not be Yang Xuan's opponent, but he never thought that the gap would be so big that Yang Xuan just broke his moves with ease.

Looking at the soldiers and horses decayed, decayed and finally disappeared one by one, he almost had the illusion that the defeat was like a mountain falling and the general trend was gone.

But he didn't give up. His face was solemn and the book shook. He opened his mouth and a word jumped out of his mouth: "towards..."

He said only one word and couldn't speak any more, because Yang Xuan's long knife had stopped in the center of his eyebrows. The linglie knife idea made his eyebrows itch.

He took out the refuted Yang jade wrapped in gloves from his arms. After throwing it into the storage ring, Yang Xuan's long knife dissipated without trace.

Looking at Yang Xuanyuan's back, Zhou Zhijie suddenly said, "why don't you kill me?"

"Maybe I want you to see your ending!"

Yang Xuan's body in the distance gave a meal, a word came, and then the whole person disappeared.

Yang Xuan's words came into his ears and made Zhou Zhijie's eyes look strange. After a long time, he seemed to mutter, "I will never be Yue Fei."

Standing on a mountain peak, Yang Xuan took out the refuted Yangyu and threw it on the ground.

Boom!

A ray of light from heaven and earth was about to spread. Yang Xuan was quick in eyes and hands. He quickly wrapped it again with Youming black silk gloves.

The light disappeared, and Yang Xuan was a little relieved. If he hadn't reacted quickly, there might have been many martial artists coming to him at this time.

Although he is not afraid, he always has some trouble.

He wanted to see the internal structure of the refuted Yangyu, but he took it back before he approached the refuted Yangyu.

Yang Xuan was surprised that the refuted Yangyu could even burn his mind. It was really the thing of Zhiyang.

He originally wanted to see how the internal structure of refuted Yangyu was with divine thoughts. Now it seems that it is impossible and can only give up.

However, the nether gloves from Zhou Zhijie didn't have such concerns. When the mind was swept away, it was completely clear in my heart.

In terms of material, this nether glove is almost the same as the one he has been wearing, but the difference is that it is cleverly engraved with some array patterns, which stores a large amount of the power of the cold world, making this glove the coldest thing, so we can barely touch the refuted Yang jade.

However, the cold power in the gloves is being consumed at a very fast speed. I'm afraid it will be consumed out in a short time.

At that time, I'm afraid the gloves will be burned through.

After thinking about it, he took out his glove and painted a tiger like a cat. At the scene, he began to engrave the patterns in it. After several failures, he successfully engraved the patterns.

Of course, the patterns he carved were different from those in the previous glove, and some changes were made.

After carving the pattern, he added the power of cold ice to the gloves, but what he added was not the power of heaven and earth, but the cold ice array formed by water aura.

After inputting, he put on his glove and waved his hand gently, and a white cold arrow shot out and landed on a boulder not far away.

Click.

The boulder instantly turned into a huge ice block, and then made a click sound and broke to the ground.

The power is pretty good. If you do it with all your strength, it may be equal to Yang Xuan's full strike of the cold ice array.

He nodded with satisfaction. It was the second magic weapon he refined. It was an unexpected harvest.

After erasing the pattern on the other glove, he put it away and flew directly into the sky.

It is urgent for him to find the people of the holy mountain to plunder the soul power.

He flew all the way without direction. I don't know how long later, he has met countless waves of martial artists with different accomplishments, but they are not from the same vein of the holy mountain.

On the way, he also killed several spirit beasts and absorbed some souls, but Heizhu still stood still and didn't seem to have enough to eat.

Refute Yangyu, but there is still less cold heart wood, which is also the focus of his attention, but there is no news.

In a dense forest, after killing a venerable spirit beast and absorbing his soul, he suddenly stopped, then turned slowly, his eyes were full of cold light, and the killing opportunity appeared.

Yue qianlou!

Yue qianlou stood not far behind him, patted the dust on his clothes and said to the little girl around him, "look, another one who doesn't like Grandpa. What can you do?"

The little girl was silent. Yue qianlou raised her head, grinned at Yang Xuan and said, "you say, what should I do?"

Yang Xuan's face was like frost. He looked at Yue qianlou coldly. After a long time, he said word by word: "why kill Xiaohua?"

Yue qianlou rubbed his faint old eyes: "what flowers and grass?"

Yang Xuan said coldly, "that little girl."

Yue qianlou suddenly realized: "Oh, that little girl, Nannan is too lonely alone. I'll find someone to play with her."

He then bowed his head and showed a loving smile on his face: "daughter, do you think so?"

Yang Xuan followed his eyes and looked at him.

There, the grass swayed slightly, empty.

"Who is the girl?" Yang Xuan asked with a strange look in his eyes.

Yue qianlou smiled and looked very happy: "Nan Nan is my granddaughter. Look, are you good?"

He also touched the head of the little girl beside him.

But in Yang Xuan's sight, there was still no one there.

Yang Xuan finally understood that Yue qianlou was a madman, a madman who comforted himself by imagination.

This kind of madman is not surprising even if he does unreasonable things.

After a long pause, Yang Xuan suddenly said, "there's no one next to you."

Yue qianlou was stunned, then shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you're blind. You can't see such a lovely girl standing in front of you?"

The expression on Yang Xuan's face didn't change. He just continued: "there's no one next to you. Nannan doesn't exist."

Yue qianlou smiled, took the little girl's hand and said, "come on, girl, this is a blind man. We don't care about the blind man. Let's go, let's go!"

After that, Yue qianlou turned around and was ready to leave.

At this time, Yang Xuan suddenly shot and stabbed with a long knife, but not to Yue qianlou, but to Yue qianlou's side.

"You dare!!!"

Yue qianlou was so angry that his great intention of killing rose to the sky, suppressed heaven and earth, and swept away to Yang Xuan.

Deng Deng Deng!

The long knife retreated in an instant. After the violent vibration, it dissipated in the air. Yang xuanhu's mouth was numb.

Under the great killing intention, Yang Xuan felt like a boat in the storm, which could be destroyed at any time, so he couldn't help but withdraw a few steps back.

In his heart, a long black knife appeared again in his hand, and his aura surged wildly.

Fifth in the list, the sword Saint yueqianlou!

At this moment, he finally knew why he became the fifth person in the list.

Yue qianlou was furious, his hair and beard were open, his eyes stared at Yang Xuan, and said word by word: "you want to die!!!"

Boom.

As soon as the word "death" came out, the whole world was directly torn apart by countless sword lights.