The snow-white hair stretched out softly in the autumn wind, and the prince of the Yu clan gently held a heavy sword in his hand and slashed across the ground, until he reached the ring, he smiled, and the smile that had just spread was crushed in the shallow pear vortex: "We meet again." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Facing the prince of the Yu clan under the ring, Xiang Yiming unconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, he didn't speak, and turned his head sideways to look at the person on the throne.

The man on the throne nodded at Xiang Yiming's gaze, his right hand regularly tapping on the table, pursed his lips and laughed.

"Yue Guo, Xiang Yiming"

Receiving the answer from the man on the throne, Xiang Yiming's eyes flashed, and he slowly raised the sword in his hand to aim at the prince of Chu under the ring.

War!

War!

War...

The soldier's hoarse and rough shouts broke out quickly as Xiang Yiming raised his knife in reply, and the spear Changge was waved high by the warriors surrounding the ring, and the war horses not far away sometimes neighed to meet them.

"Chu State, Win Pear"

The young man under the ring stepped slightly, his whole body rose up, and he landed lightly on the ring, like a feather floating in the wind, his left hand twisted snow-white sideburns, and the heavy sword in his hand pressed low on the ring.

There was a little silence, and the two cautiously paid attention to each other, their wrists turning, and their feet moving slightly, making it a little difficult to see their intentions.

War!

The fiery voice was hoarse, and the soldiers around him waved the Changge cavalry spear in their hands in unison again, and the shouts overshadowed the whimper of the banner in the wind broke out again in this martial arts field.

War!

Xiang Yiming's wrist turned and the blade of the knife swung heavily, and his hoarse voice met the soldiers' cheers through his throat.

At that moment, he seemed to feel that the blood in his body was burning, revealing the heat that could melt him, his steps became faster and faster, and when he was close to the distance of five steps from Ying Li, his entire tense body suddenly jumped, and the sword in his hand slashed down.

Clang!

Ying Li's legs bowed slightly, his whole body leaned forward, his steps stared at the ring, and the heavy sword blocked Xiang Yiming and a knife, and the corners of his mouth opened a smile.

When Xiang Yiming's body fell, his entire body quickly retreated backwards, and the heavy sword in his hand scraped the blade of the sword sharply and then pulled back, the metal rubbed against each other and sent out fleeting sparks, accompanied by a sharp sound in the airflow.

The light of the heavy sword flashed in Xiang Yiming's blue eyes like a cold current, and he withdrew the sword he had chopped down, and pushed away the heavy sword that came from the horizontal slash.

The tiger's mouth hurt, and Xiang Yiming's body slammed the ground and retreated under the impact of the heavy sword and the overlord sword.

Yingli's footsteps were lightly on the ground, like a grain of dust through the brilliance, which seemed to float in the wind, and the snow-white hair was pulled behind by the strong wind.

Xiang Yiming's eyelids jumped sharply, the Yu clan was as light as a goose, and after fighting like this, he knew the meaning of "light".

War!

The heavy roar was like being spewed out of magma, and the heat burned his throat out of the hoarseness, Xiang Yiming roared, and the overlord knife in his hand followed the rotation of his wrist, and sealed it in front of him to block the heavy sword that suddenly appeared, completely ignoring the numbness and pain of the tiger's mouth, and the blue eyes stared fiercely at the Ying Li who suddenly appeared in front of him, and his body leaned forward violently.

War!

Like the churning sea, the soldiers' shouts instantly climaxed at this moment, and the war horses neighed, as if they felt the sound of drums coming from afar, and the iron hooves struck the grass rapidly.

"This kind of speed must not be far from the people of the Yu Clan!"

General Shen of Chu State had a faint smell of wine on his lips, looking at Xiang Yiming, who was blocking Yingli's attack, he shook his head and smiled, raised his wine glass and drank it all towards the silent Zhao Wuke.

The sword grid was against the blade, and the blade pressed against the blade and rubbed slightly, making a subtle and sharp sound, Xiang Yiming shouted, and pushed Yingli's body away heavily, and the sword quickly swung away.

Clang!

Like a feather, Yingli's body quickly retreated with strength, giving Xiang Yiming a feeling of hitting in the water, which made him unable to exert his strength and aroused a deep frustration in his heart.

As soon as this thought came out of his heart, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, the stinging feeling swallowed up the frustration, his blue eyes burst into a strange light, his hands clenched the sword, and his whole body pressed against the retreating Yingli.

"What?"

Ying Li's face that was always smiling changed slightly, her foot joints moved slightly, she stabilized her body a little above the ring, missed the oncoming sword, her brown pupils dilated rapidly, and the heavy sword in her hand stabbed towards Xiang Yiming, who had just missed her body.

Xiang Yiming, who had been fighting for a long time, when the heavy sword was infinitely close to his back, his keen sense of life and death coldly bit his heart, like the coldness of the abyss rising in his heart.

He quickly ran forward a few steps, suddenly turned around, let go of a hand that grasped the hilt of the sword, grabbed directly at the blade, and held the sword in the other hand and slashed sharply towards Yingli's neck.

Boom!

The cold wind flowed over the white wings, the white crystal greedily sucked the sprinkling light flowing between the wings, Yingli when the knife fell, his heart jumped, the white wings stretched out the air flow around him, the sound was like a piece of ice crashing up.

The cold knife landed on his neck, cutting through his snow-white sideburns and blowing it high in the wind.

Ying Li's eyes flickered, and then silently dimmed, retracted the wings that had just been opened, and the crystal glowed like fragments in the air flow, quickly dissipated, he stretched out his hand to push away the knife across his neck, and sighed with a smile: "You won!"

"You won.."

As soon as these three heavy words fell, thunderous applause broke out again among the soldiers, and General Shen, who had already stood up, looked at Xiang Yiming's overlord knife that was pushed away, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the young man standing in the ring again.

The scarlet blood viscous penetrated the fabric between Xiang Yiming's chest, slowly spreading out on the cloth, and when he heard Yingli's words, he slowly let go of his hand, and watched the tip of the sword that slightly sink into his chest pull out in an instant.

Xiang Yiming's mouth was tightly closed, making a low pain sound of "mmmmmm", he spread out his hand that had been cut open a big way, looked at Yingli who slowly walked down the ring, watched the shining cold light of the cavalry Changge being raised high by the soldiers, and looked at the horizon outlined by the grass in the distance.

He knew that he had won, and he was about to cross the Straits and step into his homeland.

He struggled to stand with his knife in his hand, and looked at the silent Zhao Wuke with thunderous applause, and a smile spread on the corner of his mouth: "Uncle, I won again..."

The voice was very small, slipping between his pale lips, he looked at Zhao Wuke waved his hands and slapped them together, it was applause, Zhao Wuke's applause, applauded him for the first time in sixteen years.

"I won, I won the best gift of adulthood for myself.."

A thought passed through his heart, his hand holding the knife slowly loosened, and his body was planted in the ring with a "poof", his slowly closed eyes were dazzled and saw countless pairs of feet moving towards him, the ring shook slightly, he smiled and smiled, and his consciousness gradually sank.