"Zhongxing Sword!"

Wang Xuan screamed, Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong and others looked at the guard in astonishment and looked at the sword, their mouths opened wide, as if they had swallowed an egg alive just now, and they couldn't close it.

The Zhongxing sword was a sword given to Wang Li by the first emperor when Wang Li and Ji Ling competed for Sima of the Shooting Army, and it was still a stumbling block for Ji Ling, who represented the Yuan family. I didn't expect that one day this sword would become a stumbling block for myself.

This seems to be called lifting a stone and shooting yourself in the foot, right? Surprise? Surprise it!

Surprise your sister, surprise your sister! Zhang Rang's mood at this time was indescribable, like eating a bed bug at dinner, with an expression on his face that he wanted to cry without tears when he was constipated.

Wang Duan had already stepped out of the crowd, pointed at the long knife in his hand, sneered, and shouted: "General He really deserves to be a general, such a big shelf, he can actually make the dignified Qinghe Prime Minister willing to live in a lowly position!" ”

"Boom!"

A burst of consternation erupted in the crowd, Wang Deyu? This little guard turned out to be Wang Deyu, the prime minister of Qinghe? Although Wang Duan had already called out the words "Zhongxing Sword" just now, how could the shock at that time be shocked by directly calling out Wang Li's name?

Everyone turned their heads to look at the guard, doubt, surprise, admiration, hatred, and appreciation, but there was no disdain or contempt. He Jin was also stunned for a moment, just now he thought that this was just a small guard, and he didn't want it to be King Li of Qinghe!

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

In the past few years, Wang Li's name has been too dazzling, outwitting the Hongfeng Qi case, fighting the Taiping Mountain Gate, killing Bo Cai Yu Ma in a rage for the red face, and outwitting Zhang Liang and Yu Guangzong at the beginning.

What thing is not worthy of admiration, and which thing does everyone dare to despise?

Seeing that Tian Chi had turned back to protect He Jin's side, Wang Li nodded at He Jin, took a step forward, stood in front of the two, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, revealing a delicate face, and said faintly: "Although Li is the prime minister of Qinghe, or galloping on the field, or the general of the guard, he is only loyal to the Han Dynasty, how can he say that he is cheap?"

On the other hand, Your Excellency, who was born with a dignified appearance and extraordinary martial arts, must be a heroic man in the rivers and lakes, but he does not know self-cultivation, and he is in the same stream with Zhang Rang's disciples, for such treacherous people to drive, Your Excellency is not afraid of tarnishing your name, can you dare to show it with your real name? ”

Wang broke his eyes, inserted the long knife into the scabbard, looked at Wang Li with a squint, and said: "Wang Mou is a martial artist, it is also a great honor to be called a good man and a man in the rivers and lakes by Wang Deyu of Jizhou, why don't you dare to show it to the public?" I am the king of Liaodong! ”

"Wang Xuan?"

"Yes, Wang Xuan! Grace is the break of righteousness, and the break of the past! ”

How many masters are there in Liaodong? First, there is his own Aweng generation swordsman Wang Yue, and then there is the swordsman Wang Duan in front of him.

Looking at Wang Duan's appearance of a dragon and a tiger, Wang Li sighed: "It is said that the same surname in the world is one family, and the two of us can't write a single word of king." But you turned out to be the lackey of Zhang Rang and others, it's a pity that you are so skilled, Wang is ashamed to have the same surname as you! ”

"Haha, what you said is right, this generation of selfish fraud has brought disaster to the country and the people, how can it be compared with Wang. However, Wang is here today, why did he come here, and he didn't care what others did! Wang broke his hand and sheath and raised his head to the sky and roared, his boldness was no less than Jin Yong's beggar Qiao Daxia, and even his sallow face seemed to be blooming with dazzling light.

Wang Li glanced at General He who was sweating coldly beside him, shook his head, tapped his fingers lightly on Zhongxingjian and smiled faintly: "General He is the banner of the world's eunuchs, and he is not a yellow flower girl, Your Excellency wants to find the general, have you ever asked the sword below if it is allowed?" ”

"Hey, hey! Lord Wang is loyal to the country, and his words are as sharp as a sword, and he is worthy of being an unborn hero. If it was in the past, Wang still had to pull you to drink a cup, but today? Then you can only forgive the rudeness! Listening to the shouts of Yongle Palace and Qingzuo Gate getting closer and closer, Wang Duan sneered, bent down and rose again with a scimitar, "Wang, let's see if you can protect a butcher!" ”

The words fell, and the knife came out.

The sea stood with a slash on the ground, and the dew wind was three inches yin.

This knife is no longer a bright moon, no bright silver light, only a faint thunder falling from the sky, like a thunderbolt. This knife has no skills, no moves, only a straight line, only a thunderbolt from the sky.

The brilliance of the bright moon still has a shadow, but how can the power of thunder stop it? As soon as the word is spoken, the horse is difficult to chase. Once the knife is out, not only the horses, but even the four dragons can't chase them! I only heard Wang Duan's roar, and all the fallen leaves, soldiers, and even the air that blocked the blade's path opened with the wind, and when it was encountered, it was broken.

Break in two!

The king is broken!

But Wang Li doesn't believe in this evil, he has the Zhongxing Sword, he has the end of the world, and he still has a righteous spirit. Fighting with the sky is endless, fighting with the earth is endless, and fighting with people is endless. Wang Li took a step forward with his waist raised, his feet slammed forward, and the sword passed above his head, like a continuous horizontal cloud blocking the long knife.

The sword and the sword finally met, and with a "bang" sound, it was as if a huge wave exploded on the reef, and the swords rang out in unison, and the two figures slammed together like two meteors in the sky, and then suddenly separated.

The sword was like thunder, unable to split the clouds, and the power of the thunder gathered dissipated in mid-air. The sword was like a cloud, although it was scattered in all directions with the thunder, but it had already blocked this attack.

Wang Duan fell from mid-air and took two steps back, and Wang Li fell suddenly, but he took four steps back, which was twice as much as Wang Duan. Quietly flicking his somewhat paralyzed arm, Wang Li was secretly frightened, just with this knife, Wang Li already knew that he was not this person's opponent.

Although he has broken his momentum, he has retreated twice as much as Wang Xuan. Dozens of themselves may be able to resist, what about lilies?

Obviously, this person's sword skills are above his own swordsmanship, and even faintly above Zhao Yun's marksmanship. Of course, Zhao Yuncai is a weak champion, and his growth is immeasurable, but when did a master in history appear who had a superb sword technique? It seems that if you want to take He Jin away safely today, it is estimated that it is a bit hanging!

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Zhang Rang shouting, and Xiao Huangmen, who was still standing, had already raised his sword and pounced on him. Dozens of swords and fallen leaves in the sky seem to be covered by layers of dense dark clouds.

There are sword shadows everywhere, and there are sword lights all around him. Wang Duan's knife did not move, but it was already in his hand, he was gathering momentum, he was also waiting, his sword Wang Li was not terrible, but what was terrible was that he was still hiding. Because of hiding, he didn't know when he would draw his knife, and because he was hiding, he didn't know where his knife would fly from.

"General, let's go!"

Wang Li knew that it was not good, and with a long roar towards He Jin, he had rushed into the sword rain of the sword forest, his body was like a swimming fish and a sword like a dragon, the sword rose and fell, and the broken blade of the sword had been rolled up, and the blood and leaves had withered.

Wang stood with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at Wang Li in front of him, his eyes flashed a trace of strangeness, as if he was a little appreciative, and even a little relieved. The rangers in front of him had fallen under Wang Li's sword one after another, and the next moment Wang Li was not far from here.

Wang Duan smiled coldly, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. The right foot bends and hooks, hooks a yellow door into the middle, and takes advantage of the situation on its body, the eagle spreads its wings and rises into the air, crossing the dark clouds, the knife has been shot, and the knife is above the dark clouds.

Wang Li kicked his feet, and with a move of the iron plate bridge, he leaned back and took advantage of his right hand, and the Zhongxing sword flew out, just blocking the front of the light.

This knife condensed Wang Duan's inevitable strength, and also condensed Wang Duan's full anger, Wang Li's tiger mouth was numb for a while, and this time he finally couldn't resist it. The sword advances, and the sword retreats. When the sword retreats, so do the people. Wang Li desperately held down the hilt of the sword with both hands, and his feet forced a groove out of the ground until he retreated in front of He Jin, until he could not retreat.

Seeing that He Jin was already under the knife, and seeing that He Jin was only a stone's throw away, Wang Duan snorted coldly and raised the sword with both hands again and wanted to cut it down.

Suddenly, a sad and tactful bamboo flute sounded in front of the Zhangde Palace, spreading out in the air with the breeze and burrowing into everyone's ears.

At the beginning, Wang Duan only felt a little inexplicably sad, and the treasure knife in his hand was almost unable to hold it. Then, the sudden change in the sound of the flute was like an iron diamond desperately drilling into his head, and the music also swirled in his mind like a magic sound, and he couldn't dispel it, until his head was dizzy

Shen, the eardrum and temples on both sides also felt a dull pain like pins and needles.

Wang Duan gritted his teeth, and a roar was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the sound of the bamboo flute was suddenly interrupted. The king settled down, followed the sound, and saw a young woman sitting on the eaves of the Zhangde Palace.

The woman was dressed in a dark purple robe, dressed as a palace maid, but covered with a dark light gauze outside, a white hosta horizontal on the cloud-like bun, a half-foot-wide gauze scarf hung on her face, and her lips and nose were faintly faint and could not be seen clearly, leaving only a pair of lightly sweeping moth eyebrows and a pair of water-cutting autumn pupils.

In her hand was a flute, hidden under a scarf.

"Who is Your Excellency? Why stop Wang! ”

"Wang? Ha ha! The woman muttered Wang Duan's name, and suddenly a scream, and the high-pitched voice broke through the eardrum again, "Wang Duan, don't you dare to show your real name?" ”

"Who is Your Excellency, you actually know Wang's name!"

"Haha, who? Wang Duan, Wang Duan, have you forgotten a public case you did in Yanzhou ten years ago? I've been looking for you for ten years, and you ask me who I am? Good, good! Then Cui will tell you, Wang Xuan, you heard me clearly! Stormy night, Qianjitang, Qianjitang Cui Shi Niang! ”

Cui Shi Niang? Cui Shi Niang under Qianji Hall!

Wang Xuanhuan swept around, only to see Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong and others holding their heads, pressing their ears with both hands, the cold sweat on their faces that was already painful was exposed, and they thought of a person coming in their minds Huo Ran raised his head: "Cui Shi Niang? You are Cui Shi Niang, who is known as Cui Cui in the rivers and lakes! ”

One blow hurts people's hearts, the other blows off people's intestines, and then blows people's lives! Blow, Choi Choi!

"Yes, it's Cui! Wang Duan, ten years ago, in order to obtain my Qianjitang's ever-changing disguise technique, you killed my Qianjitang all over the door, and my master, my mother, and my brothers all died tragically under your knife, leaving me to hide in the hole and escape. Fortunately, the sky net is restored and not leaked, Wang Xuan, what else do you have to say today, where are you still fleeing! ”

Cui Shi Niang let out a long whistle, and in front of the mouth of the horizontal flute, wisps of sad flute sound flew out of the bamboo flute again.

Cui Daorong of the Tang Dynasty once said: The horizontal flute and the sorrowful listening, the oblique technique depends on the disease. Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong and the others in front of them really seemed to be seriously ill, their eyes were blank, their limbs were weak, and they were holding their heads and screaming. Although Wang Duan was still as tall as a pine, the knife in his hand was also not as fierce as just now, and it looked more like an embroidery for a big girl.

Damn, this is Superman, and he can attack with sonic waves! And it's a selective attack, at least he and Tian Chi didn't suffer such pain!

Wang Li was dumbfounded, but he also knew that this was his own chance, his only chance. With a kick under his feet, the Zhongxing sword was unsheathed, the sword body was like a tide, the blade of the sword was like the moon, and a silver river tide dragged up a round of bright moon and rolled towards the king.

It's too late, it's too soon. In the blink of an eye, the blade of the sword had reached the front of the king's body. Wang Duan suddenly raised his head to endure the stinging pain in his ears and head, and slammed a knife on the Zhongxing Sword with his left and right hands, and kicked back with the force, and jumped up the rockery out of the range of the Zhongxing Sword.

"Wang Xuan, where are you going!" With an angry shout, the long sword in Wang Li's hand had been combined with the person, like a lightning bolt that pierced Wang Xuan.

Wang Duan sneered, and another deafening roar, interrupting the beat of Cui Cui's flute, and then with a move of his left hand, a blood-colored short sword flew out, as if the red sun was rising in the world.

The red sun is rising, its way is bright, the river flows out of the subterranean flow, and the ocean is poured. Its momentum is also sufficient, its mangs are also cold, and although the short sword is small, it is more chilling than the long knife in the left hand!

Open the bow left and right, and combine the swords.

Everyone was deceived by his sword!

It turns out that this person is not only good at the right-handed sword, but the left-handed sword!

Before he could think about it, Wang Li saw the flying sword pass overhead, passing through the trees in front of the Zhangde Hall and the heavy encirclement of the heroes of the rivers and lakes, avoiding Tian Chi's blade, and flying towards He Jin like lightning.

A miserable scream fell abruptly, and the blood in front of the Zhangde Hall flew sideways, and a big head flew up in the blood in the sky!

He Jin died!