Great Slaughter System

There was a burst of excitement, Li Qingfeng sat on a big horse, wearing a red flower, and came to the gate of the Li family in high spirits.

Li Qingfeng looks pretty good, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a tall and straight figure, wearing a big red robe, which sets off his extraordinary temperament, but it's those vulture eyes that ruin the overall beauty.

As soon as he arrived in front of Li's house, Li Qingfeng jumped off his horse and came to a sedan chair behind him.

"Lady, get off the sedan chair, we're here."

The car curtain was lifted, and a woman in a red robe came down.

Li Qingfeng saw the woman, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Mingyue is the number one beauty in Lincheng, so many young heroes think about Mingyue day and night, if he hadn't begged the ancestors of the Li family to put pressure on the Ming family, it would be impossible for him to marry Mingyue.

"let's go."

Putting away his thoughts, Qingfeng Li and Mingyue walked towards the gate of Li's house while holding a piece of red silk.

As soon as the two of them entered the gate of Li's house, there was the sound of festive music playing.

The warriors sitting at the banquet heard the sound of music playing, and hurriedly got up and went outside to watch Li Qingfeng and Mingyue's wedding ceremony.

At this time, in the main hall of the Li family, Ming Changhe, the head of the Ming family, and Li Zongren, the head of the Li family, were already sitting high-end. There were two noble ladies sitting beside them. Seeing Li Qingfeng and Mingyue walking in, the two ladies had different expressions.

The noble lady beside Ming Changhe looked at Mingyue, her eyes couldn't help turning red, "Daughter, I'm sorry."

Ming Changhe's expression was also very ugly, but he still forced a smile on his face, watching Li Qingfeng and Mingyue pay homage.

Just when the Li family was full of joy and excitement.

Outside Lin City, a team slowly drove up.

In the middle of the team was an extremely luxurious carriage, with a sword-wielding martial artist guarding each side, and about 50 people followed behind the carriage. All of them were imposing, with bulging temples, and they looked like martial arts practitioners.

None of these people made a sound, and all of them followed the carriage in front with stern expressions.

There were three people in front of the carriage, two men and one woman. Both men were middle-aged, and the remaining woman was wearing a light veil, so she couldn't see her face clearly.

Two middle-aged men, one of whom had a sword-shaped imprint between his eyebrows, had a grim face.

The other man was a monk. Wherever the team passed by, everyone involuntarily got out of the way and looked at them in awe.

In the carriage, Shen Qing took a bunch of grapes and put them into Shen Lang's mouth one by one.

"Master, Lin Cheng is ahead."

Shen Qing lifted the curtain of the car window, glanced at it, and said softly.

Shen Lang lay on Shen Qing's body, closed his eyes and enjoyed it, and when he heard Shen Qing's words, he smiled and said, "Oh! We're here so soon."

"Yes, sir."

Shen Qing filled a glass of wine, brought it to Shen Lang's mouth and said.

"Haha, okay, Qing'er, you are really liking me more and more."

Shen Lang drank the wine in his glass and said with a big laugh.

Shen Qing's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really, young master?"

"Dreams in the rivers and lakes, love between children, endless wine, and endless knives."

What does it mean to be drunk lying on the lap of a beauty, what does it mean to wake up and hold the power of the world? Although Shen Lang has not really grasped the power of the world, he is already one of the group of people with the most noble status in the world.

Shen Lang, who closed his eyes and enjoyed himself, couldn't help but sing aloud.

A song "The Wine Doesn't End, The Knife Doesn't Stop" floats in the sky through the vehicle body.

Even the people in the distant forest city could hear clearly.

"Tao can be Tao, very Tao, name can be named, very famous."

As Shen Lang's voice fell, a voice suddenly echoed Shen Lang's voice from afar.

On the far side of the road, a figure was walking slowly. The figure was wearing Taoist robes, carrying a long sword and carrying a wine pot.

At the beginning, the man was still far away, but as the voice fell, the man came to Shen Lang's team in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this Taoist priest, the Juggernaut's brow mark trembled slightly.

"The son of that family is in the car, can I meet the poor Taoist?"

"Huh!"

The Taoist glanced at the Juggernaut in surprise.

"Who are you, why are you blocking my way?"

The Juggernaut frowned.

"Poverty Dao, Yuan Wu Tianzun Yuan Zhenyang, what is the name of this fellow Taoist?"

"Sword Master."

The Juggernaut looked at Yuan Zhenyang solemnly. In his perception, the aura of Yuan Zhenyang sometimes disappeared. If Yuan Zhenyang was not in front of him, he would not be able to perceive this person.

"The Saint of Swords, a good name, a good spirit."

Yuan Zhenyang nodded and said in admiration.

"Pindao was just passing by, and when he heard the young master's voice, he couldn't help but be attracted by the sound of the poem, so he came here to meet him."

"Dreams in the rivers and lakes, love between children, endless wine, and endless knives."

Yuanwu Tianzun couldn't help but murmured, "Young Master's courage is really the first person that Pindao has ever seen in his life."

In the car, Shen Lang opened his eyes suddenly when he heard Yuanwu Tianzun's name.

"It turned out to be him."

"Haha, Daoist Yuan wants to see the boy, how dare the boy refuse."

The curtain of the car was lifted, and Shen Lang walked out with his hands behind his back.

Seeing Shen Lang, Yuan Zhenyang couldn't help being surprised.

"How is this possible?"

Yuan Zhenyang kept pinching his fingers, his expression suddenly turned pale, and he looked at Shen Lang in shock, "You are?"

Shen Lang frowned, and looked at Yuan Zhenyang suspiciously, what's going on with this old man, did he make such a fuss when he saw him? With his identity alone, it is impossible to be so unbearable.

"Haha, old way to go."

Just when Shen Lang was about to ask a question, Yuan Zhenyang laughed out loud, and his figure suddenly appeared behind Shen Lang's team, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yuan Zhenyang didn't stop until he couldn't see Shen Lang's figure, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and then said in fear: "Wuliang Tianzun, scared the poor to death, why is it this evil star."

Yuanwu Tianzun, the seventh in the land list, was once an unrivaled powerhouse who came out of a remote place in the southern region.

Yuanwu Tianzun's talent is no less than that of the real Jiuxiao back then, but Yuanwu Tianzun is even more famous than Jiuxiao real person.

Although Changchunzi was very famous five hundred years ago, but because he appeared in Zhenwu Continent for a short time, he was trapped by the heart demon of the Great Dream Heart Sutra and had to die young.

But although Yuanwu Tianzun is not as high as Changchunzi's ranking in the earth list, he is more mysterious.

Since his debut, no one has seen the true strength of Yuanwu Tianzun. In the cave realm, Li Mubai and Yuanwu Tianzun are two strange people in Zhenwu Continent.

Both of them are casual cultivators with powerful strength. The 21st Party has been throwing olive branches at them for so many years, but they, like Chang Chunzi, have never joined any party.

For the powerhouses who have reached the level of Li Mubai and Yuan Zhenyang, any resources and exercises are already dispensable. They only need to comprehend the "Tao" step by step.

Once the Dao is achieved, they will step into the illusory realm of immortal martial arts. When the world is so big, wouldn't they let them roam, why should they be checked and balanced by those forces.

In other words, martial arts novels do not copy chivalrous practices, and it is very difficult to write poems. After thinking about it all morning, I finally came up with such a poem.