As the realm of the great master of the Wang Daoling, a move between the style is a different meaning, willow branches do the sword, but it is carrying a monstrous might, the moves are ever-changing, the clouds and water, just like the great writer splashing ink painting, the dragon flying and the phoenix dance, in one go, when the end of the day, a trick finishing touch can be described as peerless power, volley willow branches waved down, the void oscillated, like the rolling river broken, just like the ocean divided into two, the waves are monstrous, the power of the brilliance, like the anger of heaven and man. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at Wang Daoling's swordsmanship, Li Qifeng's heart flashed with a flash of inspiration, Wang Daoling's understanding of swordsmanship moves is to a large extent similar to when Shen Tufeng taught Li Qifeng's heart sword.

After Shen Tu Feng was blind, before sitting in the library pavilion, he finally won the origin of the sword and created the heart sword, only with the three swords that cut into the realm of the great master, it is the swan song of the sword, Wang Daoling has already entered the realm of the great master, and the understanding of the way of the sword has also reached a terrible point, there is no sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart, and all foreign objects in the world are swords.

Whether it is Shen Tufeng or Wang Daoling, the two of them have passed on their lifelong cultivation experience to Li Qifeng.

Both of them talk about the principle of the sword -- the principle of the sword.

Li Qifeng cultivated as if he was standing on the shoulders of giants, and his vision was naturally much broader than that of others.

The abrupt appearance of the aura in my heart has been lingering for a long time, which is Wang Daoling's inspiration for Li Qifeng.

Sitting in the secret room of the General's Mansion, Li Qifeng entered an ethereal state, and in his mind he evolved all the sword moves in his memory, he was carefully combing, comprehending, and studying all the swordsmanship he had learned, including the kindness and autumn thinking he created.

Now-

Li Qifeng has reached a kind of end.

That spiritual light is the light lamp that guides the way, following that spiritual light, towards the light lamp, Li Qifeng is gradually completing the Pannia - the Pannia of swordsmanship.

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In the Shucheng camp, the training of the recruits was still in full swing, and the sound of shouting and killing shook the sky.

Gao Zhenshan's heart is also a lot more down-to-earth, these recruits are selected from Yongzhou and Yuezhou elite soldiers, although they can't compete with the veterans of Shucheng in a short period of time, but as long as they go through the baptism of several battles, I'm afraid these recruits will have the capital to compete with the veterans.

Squinting his eyes, looking at Wang Hanfeng waving a spear on the city wall, Gao Zhenshan's expression showed a hint of a smile, I didn't expect Wang Hanfeng's stubborn temper to really work, Wang Daoling really began to guide Wang Hanfeng's cultivation, this is those who once colded Wang Hanfeng's intestines.

Rubbing the tip of his nose, Gao Zhenshan looked back, found that there was nothing behind him, and sighed, "Milk, milk, Lao Tzu's guards are all picky now, hey...... Not even a chess player anymore. ”

Shaking his head, Gao Zhenshan climbed the city wall, wanting to get a little closer to Wang Daoling, who was drinking wine in the wind, maybe Wang Daoling was happy in his heart, and pointed out himself a few times, maybe he could also win the title of the great master of martial arts.

The wine is in his arms, Wang Daoling looks at the undulating Nanban land of the mountains, his thoughts are flying, and he has not had much time to come in Shucheng, but he feels that he has gained a lot, and when he is teaching Li Qifeng the way of the sword, he is not learning from Li Qifeng.

-- The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and Wang Daoling had to be convinced.

Gao Zhenshan climbed the city wall, saw the wine in Wang Daoling's hand, and couldn't help revealing a look of pain in his expression, you must know that the wine in Wang Daoling's hand is the only good wine he has treasured for fifteen years, but he has been waiting for himself to retire from the position of the guard of Shucheng that day, and he must open the seal and drink with those good brothers who share life and death.

After hesitating for a moment, Gao Zhenshan was really ready to discuss with Wang Daoling, there is no food and wine in the world in this world, and his treasured old books are gone.

Step out.

Suddenly, behind Gao Zhenshan, there was a hurried voice.

"The military order has arrived!"

Gao Zhenshan frowned, looked back at the dusty herald, hurriedly took a few steps forward, and took the sealed copper pipe.

Skillfully hit the copper pipe and take out the sealed military order.

The skillful handwriting jumped into Gao Zhenshan's sight, his body shook violently, and the military order in his hand almost fell to the ground, Gao Zhenshan never dreamed that this handwriting was actually the handwriting of Li Qing, the iron-blooded king-the handsome Li Qing, who left ten years ago, is back.

Gao Zhenshan suddenly felt a lightness in his heart, and the burden on his shoulders seemed to be much lighter.

The military order is simple and clear: the war in the west is ongoing, and Shucheng is in danger, please be cautious!

In just one sentence, Gao Zhenshan was cold on his back, his guess was indeed correct, and the 100,000 old soldiers of Shu City were indeed sent to the west.

Holding the military order in his hand, Gao Zhenshan pondered for a moment, and walked quickly towards the city wall, walking at a very fast speed, no less than running!

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The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

Autumn -

Above the Boluo grassland, there is a golden world, the wind blows, setting off the golden waves, the scenery is quite spectacular.

On the western border, 50,000 Biluo cavalry stood side by side in an orderly manner, all of them were wearing black light armor, carrying a big knife at their waists, spears in their hands, carrying bows and arrows, and placing twenty feather arrows in the quiver bag.

Fifty thousand Biluo cavalry, spears as dense as a forest, exuding a powerful aura of slaughter.

Hiss!

Horses raise their hooves.

A white-robed general in white armor and carrying a spear rushed out of the military formation.

The horses galloped, kicking up clouds of dust around the army.

At the end of the week, one man, one horse, one gun stood in front of the army.

"The armies obey orders!"

The general commanded.

"Yes!"

The sound of response shook the heavens and the earth, startling countless birds on the grassland.

"Today, our Biluo cavalry will be used as a sharp cone of the empire, piercing into the depths of the Boluo grassland, and smashing the royal court's lair, I don't know if you are willing?"

The general said loudly.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the aftermath lingered for a long time on the vast grassland.

The general turned his horse's head, pointed his spear straight at the steppe, and shouted, "Kill!"

Taking the lead, the white-robed general crossed the line and rushed into the grassland.

Behind him, thousands of horses neighed, horses' hooves jumped, and they crossed the western border line in a forward and successive manner.

The momentum of the 50,000 Biluo army is like a rainbow and unstoppable.

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In the tent of the Western Barracks.

The white-haired Wen Ren Chu was on the floor chair with a heavy body when the Wen Bi army crossed the western border.

The whole person seems to be much older.

The white-robed general is his only remaining son!

- His name is Wen Guozhong!

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