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The free sword intent is a kind of cohesive will that will not break Loulan's oath and never return it, and it is a kind of indomitable self-confidence.

This kind of sword intent seemed to make his sword moves unmatchable, and even masters like Murong Chuan were greatly intimidated, so he was defeated. The entire right arm was pierced by Le's gratuitous long sword.

However, Murong Chuan was not a mediocre hand in the end, even in this case, he still mustered up his internal strength to hold the blade of Le Wu's long sword with his right hand.

With that, he jerked the blade out of his shoulder, took advantage of the momentum, and drifted back, falling to the surface of the sea.

There were many broken planks floating on the surface of the sea, as well as the corpses of soldiers and a lot of mess. With Murong Chuan's light skills, he can completely use these things to step on the sea.

He had just floated down to the surface of the sea, and his toes lightly touched on something floating in the sea, and the whole person was like a predatory seagull, sweeping towards the shore at great speed, even those big waves, and under his feet were only flat on the ground.

Le's face was indifferent, and he chased after the waves.

"It's a pity!"

On the shore, Zhao Dongting, who was enjoying watching the thief with a telescope, slapped his leg and sighed.

If the sword had been stabbed in Murong Chuan's chest just now, then there was a chance that he would not have survived. Now it's just an arm that is scrapped, which is obviously not enough to kill Murong Chuan's dog.

Watching the two of them walking on the waves on the sea, that chic really made Zhao Dongting very envious.

Although he has internal strength, he does not have light skills, and if he falls into the sea, he will only sink.

Everywhere on the beach were the Yuan army and the Southern Song army soldiers who were fighting. Zhao Da and Zhao Hu couldn't hold back the excitement in their hearts, and they had already asked Zhao Dongting for their lives, leading two hundred flying dragon troops to kill forward. Although they are all Zhao Dongting's baby bumps, Zhao Dongting also knows very well that they will never be able to become the most elite fighters without experiencing the baptism of the battlefield.

Le Wu's eyes were fixed on the sea, and he never spoke, full of nervousness.

In a short time, Murong Chuan and Le gratuitously swept ashore one after another.

As soon as Murong Chuan's feet fell to the ground, his left hand clicked on his right arm several times in a row like a dragonfly to stop the bleeding. At the same time, his feet did not stop, he continued to sweep forward, and took advantage of the situation to pull out a sword from the ground, but he never looked back and fought with Le for free.

He knew that in his current state, he could no longer be a happy opponent. Fifty or sixty percent of his strength is in his right hand with a sword.

But now, his right arm has been pierced, and his right hand can be said to be temporarily invalid.

Perhaps, he will never have another chance in his life to win over happiness. This made Murong Chuan's heart full of hatred.

Zhao Dongting was a little stunned, because he saw that Murong Chuan swept past those fighting soldiers and ran in his direction.

This is really a coincidence, in such a night, even with Murong Chuan's eyesight, it is impossible to see a few hundred meters away.

Zhao Dongting commanded with a calm face: "Prepare for war!" ”

The Wyvern soldiers all raised their blades straight forward and waited for battle.

When Murong Chuan swept dozens of meters in front of them, Le Wu shouted: "Daddy! ”

Le Wuwu was slightly startled, and then rejoiced, "Dance! ”

Murong Chuan followed the sound and saw Zhao Dongting on the horse, gritted his teeth, and his hatred actually drove him a little faster.

He has confidence in his own strength, and now he can be said to be vicious, and he has the intention of killing Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting waved his hand, pointed at Murong Chuan, and shouted: "Kill!" ”

More than two hundred flying dragon soldiers came out of the crowd.

Their strength can stand out among tens of thousands of soldiers, and they are naturally not bad, and they are all vigorous and vigorous.

Murong Chuan ignored the joy behind him, and just sneered in his heart.

Of course, he could see that these Zhao Dongting's pro-soldiers were all practitioners, but if they didn't enter the master list, it would be difficult for him to take them seriously. This is the self-confidence of the top masters, even if they are injured, these ordinary masters will not be able to enter his eyes.

He swept straight in front of the Wyvern soldiers, sword in his left hand, and roared.

The clanging of blades.

The Flying Dragon soldiers were actually killed by Murong Chuan in the blink of an eye.

Blood splattered on his face.

He just stared at Zhao Dongting viciously, his steps were extremely agile, shuttling among the Flying Dragon soldiers, and he quickly came out of the crowd.

More than two hundred flying dragon soldiers couldn't stop him for a moment.

Le in the back caught up with Murong Chuan for free and launched a fierce attack on Murong Chuan. But Murong Chuan just ran away and didn't confront him head-on, and it was not easy for him to kill Murong Chuan.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Le shouted in his mouth for nothing, seeing that Murong Chuan was getting closer and closer to Zhao Dongting, and even wanted to throw the long sword in his hand.

But he also knew that this kind of method could not pose much of a threat to Murong Chuan.

In desperation, he had no choice but to use his internal force and continue to chase fiercely. The two of them put their feet on the ground and walked like flying.

Le Wu saw Murong Chuan's fierce face, and was a little anxious, "Your Majesty, let's run!" ”

The remaining four hundred soldiers of the Flying Dragon Army blocked in front of Zhao Dongting one after another.

Zhao Dongting did not move.

Looking at Murong Chuan, his face was also gloomy as water. Murong Chuan wanted to kill him, and he also thought about killing Murong Chuan day and night.

From the horse's ass behind him, he slowly pulled out an object.

This thing is short sword length, small in the front and big in the back. The whole body is made of iron sandalwood and steel, and it is actually a musket, or a recoil type.

It turned out that since the grenadier was studied, there was nothing to do in the imperial court, and Zhao Dongting was tinkering with this thing in the weapons workshop. He had craftsmen polish all kinds of parts, and used the hardest iron sandalwood as the butt, and it took more than a month to create this musket.

His musket has used the upper runner friction ignition device, which is ignited by rubbing flint with a steel wheel, and is also equipped with a box-shaped magazine, which can rely on the rear seat of the gun and the re-entry to complete the action of reloading and reloading, which can be said to have the prototype of a modern rifle. Historically, this gun was not invented until closer to the nineteenth century.

This is already the most delicate firearm that can be made by the current smelting process of the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is destined to be unpopular.

Zhao Dongting also worked hard to guide the craftsmen to make this gun. Just polishing the bullet takes a lot of effort from the boss.

Fortunately, the craftsmen in the Southern Song Dynasty Palace are all skilled craftsmen who have been screened layer by layer, otherwise, no matter how familiar Zhao Dongting is with the structure of this gun, he would not have thought of making it.

Murong Chuan saw Zhao Dongting take out this strange thing, and he only thought it was a blade, and sneered in his heart.

Zhao Dongting is only at such an age, even if he practiced martial arts when he was in his mother's womb, how strong can he be?

He swept into the Flying Dragon Army with his sword, the sword dance did not stop, and the whole person continued to approach Zhao Dongting like a whirlwind.

This is the strength of the top powerhouse.

Le Wu couldn't help but stop him, but was stopped by Zhao Dongting, "It's okay, let him come over." ”

He squinted his eyes slightly and aimed his gun at Murong Chuan. Because the bullets are extremely difficult to polish, he has only tried a few bullets in the palace, and he is really a little worried that he will not be able to hit accurately, and when the time comes, he will really only be slaughtered by Murong Chuan.

Le Wuyuan was in a hurry, but his light skills were slightly inferior to Murong Chuan's, and he was always a few meters behind him and couldn't catch up.

However, in just two minutes, Murong Chuan jumped less than ten meters in front of Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting's face was cold, and his expression didn't seem to change, but in fact, his hands were already sweating at this time.

"Death!"

Suddenly, Murong Chuan's eyes froze, his right foot stepped on the ground, and the whole person jumped up suddenly, stabbing straight towards Zhao Dongting.

"Bang!"

At this time, Zhao Dongting finally knocked the trigger.

That's the moment he was waiting for.

When Murong Chuan's feet stepped on the ground, his body was as strong as an ape, constantly moving, elusive, and he was really not sure to hit him.

"You ......"

Murong Chuan's figure in the air suddenly froze, his eyes stared at Zhao Dongting in a daze, and the word slowly spit out from his mouth, and he suddenly fell to the ground.

There was a hole in his forehead as thick as a thumb, and blood was gushing out of it.

The Flying Dragon sergeant was still afraid that he was not dead, so he gathered around him, and countless blades stabbed Murong Chuan's body.

In fact, Murong Chuan had already lost his breath after he was shot and landed.

Even if he is a top powerhouse, with deep internal strength, and is shot through the skull by a bullet, it is impossible for him to survive.

Zhao Dongting quietly breathed a sigh of relief, this big trouble in his heart was finally dead.

Sweat slid down his forehead and drooped down his eyelashes, and he had the time to reach out and wipe them off.

Le swept to the front for free and knelt on the ground, "Cao Minle has seen the emperor for free!" ”

Le Wu had been worried just now, and when he saw his father in front of him, he pounced on him with tears, "Dad! ”