Kong Jun porcelain plays with the chess pieces in his hand, a chess piece is a mountain, but when to play chess, how to play is another way to say, there are thousands of chess players in the world, why he Kong Jun porcelain can stand out, the key is the timing, at this moment, it is not yet that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Slowly closing his eyes, he closed his eyes and watched, a seemingly contradictory action, but in fact it was very accurate, because the two people who were fighting were so fast, so fast that they didn't even leave a single afterimage, and they could only judge the direction and moves of the two by capturing the sword qi of the two.

Both of them have gone fast, but Fan Xiaokuai is obviously more attentive than Li Yuanying, if there is no earth-shattering siege, let Fan Xiaokuai go down, this young man of Xichu is very likely to go the same way with the second person in the world with a knife, to the end, there is a sword in his heart, this sword is out, everything is discolored, everything in the world is a ghost, at this moment, Fan Xiaokuai has no distractions, young and vigorous, the more so, the more it can stimulate potential energy, and if he is not careful, it is an unreasonable sword that has no predecessors, and the unreasonable sword is the most unreasonable, there is no reason to talk about it, but there are many things in the world。 It is no longer possible to deal with the current Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty with common sense, and it must be taken by surprise, not because of whether the power is huge, but because the ever-changing sword can point to the weakness of the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty. No wonder it was Fan Xiaokuai who came from Xichu, not Su Mingchuan, the well-known deputy pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion for a long time, because Su Mingchuan came, but there was just one more character like Zhao Dunhuang, a poet and sword immortal, and it was very likely that it was Li Yuanying's sword.

Fan Xiaokuai took out the sword and didn't care about the sword qi, Sword intent, only care about a fast word, and the iron sword often has a state of leaving the hand, the master of the sword has a breath traction, even if Huang Chunfeng thousands of miles of flying sword, there is also a trace of will, Fan Xiaokuai's sword is just the opposite, after the iron sword leaves the hand, it is completely detached, relying on the iron sword itself to collapse and whirl from the beginning, sometimes people go with the sword, sometimes the sword goes with the person, dazzling to the extreme, it is simply to the extent of deviance, if the three are present at the same time, they will scold Fan Xiaokuai for wasting talent, and he will abandon the book and lose the sesame seeds and lose the watermelon.

Stopped!

Kong Junci's heart trembled, originally thought that a sword could distinguish the winner from the loser, but the two stopped at the same time, standing opposite each other, a trace of blood slowly dripped on Li Yuanying's missing sword, and the corner of a bloodstained white skirt hung on Fan Xiaokuai's iron sword, and with a bang, Li Yuanying's hair bun was scattered, and her black hair was flying.

Evenly matched!

Fan Xiaokuai slowly lowered his head, calmed down, took a deep breath, his clothes hunted and hunted, his chest was full of stratus, his body turned slightly, his feet stepped lightly, staggered, almost fell, when approaching the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the iron sword stabbed out at a tricky angle.

Li Yuanying waved the long sword in her hand, impermeable, blocking the iron sword from her body, and at the same time pressing her finger on the sword body, using her fingers as the axis, the front half of the sword body was miraculously bent into an arc, and the tip of the sword licked Fan Xiaokuai's chest like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

The iron sword left his hand, like a huge wave in the lake, the iron sword bounced off the tip of the sword, and with the help of force, it returned to Fan Xiaokuai's hands.

Kong Junci frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyes, he was a little puzzled, if the two of them were fighting fast just now, but at this moment it was surprisingly slow, there was no need to close his eyes to check his breath, he could see clearly with only the naked eye, and in the process of doubting, the sword speed of the two suddenly accelerated. The moves are not so cumbersome and complicated, they are dazzling, and they are as simple as before, but the speed is getting faster and faster, and the latter sword is obviously a point faster than the previous one, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them have already passed a hundred moves.

Kong Junci squinted, and put the chess pieces in his hand back into the chess box, if it is this kind of strategy, then the two of them will have to decide the winner with fast words, regardless of how many moves are needed to make a difference at the same speed, whether it is a thousand moves, three thousand moves, or five thousand moves, or reach more than 10,000 moves.

There has never been such a battle since ancient times, and there will certainly be no one coming.

Five hundred swords!

There were many afterimages of sharp swords in the air, as if there were not two swords fighting, but thousands of swords colliding with each other, and tens of millions of people fighting.

A thousand swords!

The speed of the fight was so fast that no shadow of the sword could be seen, and the two figures were staggered, just a blink of an eye for a pause in time, neither of them breathing, and continued to fight, intending to divide the victory and defeat in an instant.

Three thousand swords!

At this moment, there were countless figures of two people fighting in the palace, it was not the mysterious magic power of the outer body, but the figures of the two were too fast, producing countless ghosts, each pair of fighting ghosts, all of which were different simple sword moves. Fan Xiaokuai's simple stab, Li Yuanying's understatement, Li Yuanying's backhand cross-cutting, Fan Xiaokuai's vertical sword block.

Five thousand swords!

The figures of the two have also disappeared from view, and the existence of the two can only be slightly detected by watching with their eyes closed, and the collision of swords at the extreme speed can already tear the air apart, blooming bright sparks.

Seven thousand swords!

The blooming sparks are connected, like a small fire dragon constantly swimming in the palace, and the sound of sharp sword collisions adds a lot of different charm to this small fire dragon, and it is like an autumn day, the ghost fire in the sky, suspended in the air, leisurely.

Eight thousand swords!

The sound of the collision of swords was connected together, becoming an endless muffled thunder, the low muffled thunder gradually rose higher, more and more sharp, suddenly raised his head, and pierced the soul, fortunately, Kong Jun porcelain who was watching the battle from the sidelines had a cultivation realm, if it was just an ordinary person, this sharp collision sound would pierce people's eardrums.

Nine thousand swords!

The huge destructive power brought by the speed began to affect the palace, and the palace that had been destroyed was destroyed again, and the ruins that fell to the ground were swept up, constantly hitting in the air, smoke and dust flying, and the wind suddenly rose, and its power was no less than the battle between Li Yuanying and Tuoba Longye.

Ten thousand swords!

The speed of the whole ten thousand swords has reached an unprecedented speed, Fan Xiaokuai has already taken the fast word line, the sword in his hand has left his hand in the blink of an eye and returned to the top of a thousand times, and Li Yuanying urged the flow of breath, and has also stayed on one hundred and eight thousand miles for a full thirty breaths, both of them have played to the limit, the speed of the sword has accelerated, and the frequency is also increasing.

Twenty thousand swords!

Pregnant!

The continuous piercing and piercing sound of the wind breaking through the air disappeared, and the terrifying destructive power of destroying the city also came to an abrupt end, because one of the two had drawn his sword, and the other had not faced each other.

Fan Xiaokuai's eyes were bright, the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty showed his back, after ten thousand swords, after the collision of nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine swords in front, the advantages accumulated, and finally exchanged for the advantage of half a sword, even if it was only a half sword, it was so fast that it would go a hundred miles, he had no idea of killing, a sword stabbed out just to destroy the cultivation of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, that's all.

He doesn't understand a lot of truths, but he still understands one truth, no matter what the reason, killing people is always bad, this is what Duan Xifeng once told him before his death, he didn't feel much before, along the way, Fan Xiaokuai began to observe those things that he had never observed on weekdays, and he couldn't help but burst into tears when he saw the grass emerging from the cracks in the stones, and at the same time, he felt more and more that what Duan Xifeng said was the biggest truth in the world!

The half-sword that was about to come out had already come behind Li Yuanying, piercing her clothes, and the cold tip of the sword touched the skin under the clothes, pointing out a little scarlet blood.

Fan Xiao is about to win!

Li Yuanying didn't even have a chance to turn around and take out her sword, and she didn't turn back, but made an unbelievable move, opened her mouth and spit out a word: "Go!"

Wuchuan Town in the north, in front of him is the grassland iron cavalry that is ready to attack the city again, the black pressure is overwhelming, and the order to attack the city is issued, and ten thousand horses rush together, like the ink clouds that are constantly rolling on the vast land.

Lin Yunfeng stood on top of the city, and Wen Zhiqian felt that he was pretending, and his face was full of unhappiness.

With his hands wide open, Lin Yunfeng raised his head slightly, and silently recited a word in his mouth: "Come!"

One goes, one comes, and each other shines brightly!

Among the many iron swords that fell to the ground in the palace, an iron sword stood proudly, turning into a streamer of light and going thousands of miles away.

Fan Xiaokuai's body was like being hammered by a heavy object, and the streamer came out through his body, because the speed was too fast and the momentum was too strong, his sword that should have been stabbed on Li Yuanying's body suddenly changed direction and stabbed in the air, and he also fell heavily to the ground, and the iron sword fell to the ground, making a deafening sound.

Li Yuanying got up slowly, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and was expressionless.

After returning from Wuchuan Town, she also brought back Lin Yunfeng's iron sword and threw it in the tube river, this sword has no specific person to ambush, and there is no grass gray snake line, hidden for thousands of miles, it is purely unintentional, but it is very powerful to burst out at this moment, not to mention the use of Huang Chunfeng's Qianli Flying Sword.

The Three Absolute Wine Sword Immortal never drinks, and it seems that he has never accepted apprentices, his sword intent is unique, others can't learn it, and he doesn't want latecomers to be complacent and learn his sword for a thousand miles, but if anyone has ever heard of Huang Chunfeng's sword path, Li Yuanying and Lin Yunfeng are definitely the best choices.

The Thousand Miles Sword used by the two of them ignored time and space and took it by surprise, otherwise She Yu would not have spent a lot of energy to invite a sword from Southern Xinjiang when Qin Huaihe designed to besiege Li Yuanying.

Fan Xiaokuai kept coughing, using his hands and feet together, and crawled towards another place, blood flowing sideways under his body.

A sword penetrated his heart, completely cut off his foundation, and damaged his snow mountain qi sea, after 20,000 swords, he was half a sword faster than the Northern Wei Emperor, but it was a moment slower than Lin Yunfeng, and the brilliant sword pierced him in the air.

Li Yuanying pushed in the air with one hand, Fan Xiaokuai was like being helped up, and his body floated lightly into the distance, landing in front of a broken jade pillar.

Twisting his body with difficulty, leaning on the jade pillar, Fan Xiaokuai covered his heart with one hand and breathed heavily: "Ahem, actually, I won." ”

"You're the one who wins. Li Yuanying said.

Fan Xiaokuai shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's so simple to admit it?" Hey, I really don't know how to evaluate you as a female emperor, in fact, it's not that I won, the two of them are very fair to the two, you don't have a victory." ”

"I'm sorry. Li Yuanying opened his mouth and said, sincerely.

"I don't know where your apology came from, I didn't even see you blink when I killed Tuoba Tatsuno. Fan Xiaokuai's breathing became heavier and heavier.

"He deserves to die, and he must die. Li Yuanying said, after Tuoba Longye's death, her anger and resentment were obviously shallow, Zhao Duling's death was a knot in her heart that she could never let go, and Chu Renfeng's death was a towering stone pressing on her heart.

"What do you mean, I don't deserve to die?"

Li Yuanying nodded: "Kou Zhongyuan once told me that I wanted to spare your life, and according to my original intention, I would capture you and send you to Wuchuan Town, but your sword was too fast for me to suppress." Your sword has no killing intent, you just want to destroy my cultivation realm, but I can't control the thousand-mile flying sword used by Lin Yunfeng, you won, so you are also dead. ”

"Hey, it turned out that I hurt myself, I really deserve to die. Saying the words of regret, Fan Xiaokuai did not have a trace of remorse on his face, he could be faster than the Northern Wei Dynasty Emperor and half a sword after ten thousand swords, and there was no regret in the way of the sword.

"What other last words?" Li Yuanying had the intention to save people, but Old Man Huang's Thousand Miles Sword was not saved.

Fan Xiaokuai bared his teeth, changed to a more comfortable position, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes suddenly turned red, his eyes were full of tears, and he slowly took out a box of rouge from his arms.

"After saving money for a long time, all my belongings were exchanged for this box of rouge, the Central Plains is really rich, and it is not for a poor person like me to come. Li Yuanying, in the future, I mean in the future, if you meet ......" Fan Xiaokuai frowned, and slowly withdrew his strength from his body, his consciousness gradually became unclear, he took a big breath and used all his strength: "In the future, if you meet someone called ...... Zi'er ...... girl, please give her this box of rouge, and tell her, Fan Xiaokuai...... Loved her ......"

In Luoyang City, Xichu, Zi'er opened the door with a smile, looked down, and sure enough, there was a box of hibiscus cakes in front of the door.

She bent down and leaned over, opened the hibiscus cake, pinched a piece of hibiscus cake with two fingers and put it in her mouth, her cheeks bulged wide, her eyes were crooked, and her smile was rippling, she looked left and right, and did not find Fan Xiaokuai's figure.

Hey, this big idiot, too gutsless, always doesn't show up, like a turtle with a shrunken head, but I know that it is not bad to get close to my young lady by bribing this girl, Fan Xiaokuai, rest assured, with this girl here, you will be guaranteed to succeed and succeed. Uh, it's not good to betray Miss like this, forget it, let's eat some hibiscus cake first, the hibiscus cake on the street is delicious, I never get tired of eating it, I really want to eat it every day for the rest of my life.

Thinking about it, she entered the courtyard and closed the door, and the sound of Zhao Wuji practicing swords came from next door, she shook her head in an old-fashioned manner, and entered the house with her hands behind her back, strange, why do you always think of Fan Xiaokuai, a fool.

In the night wind, the box of rouge and Fan Xiaokuai's arm fell together, falling heavily on the ground, the rouge box rotated and rolled on the ground, and the delicate patterns on it also rotated, never stopping for a long time.

What Fan Xiaokuai didn't know was that he had been deceived, and the rouge was very ordinary, not worth so much silver.

Blood red entangled with carmine, so red that it was heart-wrenching.

(Fan Xiaokuai likes Zi'er, not Liu Xingxing, I wrote a lot of foreshadowing, so much so that I can't count them, why do princesses and maids have to like princesses, Cui Yingying is very good, and the matchmaker is also very good.) ）

(The best choice – that's interesting)