Chang Jiang was already a little busy in the face of Lu Jue's faster and faster moves, and at this moment, Chang Jiang, facing Lu Jue's attack like a storm, was completely relying on his long-term muscle memory on the battlefield to deal with it.

He is already Chang Jiang's limit, if he were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have already been pierced by Lu Jue's long sword at this moment.

Chang Jiang's disadvantages became more and more obvious, and the eight armored guards who were surrounded by the two of them could only watch and be anxious, and they couldn't intervene.

At the beginning, it was because the battle between the two was too intense, but now Lu Jue's attack speed is too fast, wearing such a bulky armor, at most he can go up to block the sword, but it doesn't make the slightest sense.

What's more, as palace guards, they really can't do such a ruffian-like style of play.

Chang Jiang took advantage of the fact that after blocking Lu Jue's three swords, a dodge forcibly opened the distance between the two, and Chang Jiang, who was at a disadvantage at the moment, was said to cut off the handsome flag behind Lu Jue, and it was a little difficult to defend.

Taking advantage of the distance, Chang Jiang hurriedly scolded the eight armored guards who were stunned on the side.

"What are you still doing here, to protect Shuai Qi!"

Seeing that because of his recklessness, he rushed out to fight with Lu Jue, not only did he win, but also fell into a great disadvantage, Chang Jiang's old face was also a little unbearable.

After all, both sides didn't use their strength, Chang Jiang originally thought that he was experienced and could somewhat suppress the young Lu Jue, but he never thought that now the perception of the two people seemed to have not changed much from the cultivation of the two.

If he used his strength, Chang Jiang's face would look better, after all, Lu Jue was at the level of a grandmaster, and they were not opponents in the first place.

And when Changjiang was busy defending, he naturally did not forget to observe the situation of his own handsome flag.

originally thought that even if he couldn't crush Lu Jue, he would be able to be more or less equal to the other party.

After all, there are only two people guarding Shuai Qi, and with the advantage of equipment, they can deal with it for the time being, and when it is difficult to deal with it, they can also go back to defend.

If Lu Jue catches up, then the eight armored guards sent out by his side can surround everyone with him, Lu Jue's banner is behind him, and everything is a foregone conclusion.

It's just that now Lu Jue has broken the situation with his own strength, not only is he oppressed by Lu Jue and it is difficult to breathe, but the two armored guards who are responsible for guarding the flag under his own marshal are also a little unable to support it.

Without Chang Jiang's order, these eight people naturally forgot to look at the movement of Shuai Qi, and shouted after Chang Jiang.

Only then did he remember, so he hurriedly turned back to support the two armored guards under the banner.

It's a pity that when Chang Jiang shouted these words, it was too late, and the two ironclad guards couldn't withstand the frequent harassment of the ten rattan guards after all, and the two of them were really hard to block seven or eight hands with two fists.

Ten rattan armor guards, in groups of five, frequently attacked the left and right sides of the two, and finally took advantage of the exhaustion of the two of them, Shuai Qi was directly interrupted by one of the duos waving the school stick.

Everything was over, Chang Jiang, who had taken a few steps back, only had time to tell the eight armored guards, and as his gaze went, the flag fell, and Lu Jue's long sword was also in the cold wind, silently pointing at Chang Jiang's throat and stopping.

At this scene, Xiao Han and Wei Nanqi who watched it broke out in a cold sweat.

After all, it should be the only two of them who found that Lu Jue had entered a state of epiphany, if Lu Jue really killed Chang Jiang with one sword, I am afraid that even Feng Yewu would be difficult to keep him thorough.

After all, Chang Jiang's life can be regarded as an outstanding military achievement for the Ye Dynasty, and it is difficult for anyone to explain that he died in the hands of his own people.

Feng Yewu looked at the sword moves behind Lu Jue, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, although it was said that after Lu Jue entered the grandmaster, he rarely relied on skills, but when he was by his side and taught himself sword moves, he had never used these sword techniques.

Seeing that in the end, Lu Jue was free to retract, and Feng Yewu didn't ask much, quietly looking at Chang Jiang, waiting for the two of them to stop.

"You..."

Chang Jiang looked at Lu Jue, whose eyes were gradually recovering from the chaos in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, and he spoke softly, but the words were choked in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

Lu Jue naturally understood what had just happened to him, and he also felt very comfortable with the strange scene that appeared in Fang Cai's mind.

At that moment, he suddenly was in a trance, and only his sword was left in his eyes, and at that moment he seemed to be in an extremely quiet and mysterious world, where it was pitch black all around, and only the sword in his hand seemed to have life and was constantly guiding him to attack.

Again and again, over and over again, the speed also became faster and faster with the moves, and more and more proficient.

Gradually, the mysterious world began to be full of life, and began to have a different atmosphere, first cold, Lu Jue saw the hometown covered with ice and snow, as if he had returned to the Zhenbei General's Mansion, as if he had returned to the time when his father accompanied him to practice swords.

The snowflakes fell, gradually piling up at his feet, and in this mysterious world, he suddenly found that his father was gone, and on the thick snow around him, there were footprints, which seemed to have been left by his father.

Lu Jue followed the footprints and walked over and over again, and the scene of the mysterious world also began to change in this time, and the snow began to melt, and Lu Jue had already memorized the order of the footprints, and began to step on it in the soil full of spring breath.

In the scorching heat of summer, dripping out with sweat, in the autumn leaves, swept out with the body, and finally everything returned to the cold winter wind and snow.

In Lu Jue's mind, I don't know how many such seasonal changes I have experienced, and finally, the sword in Lu Jue's hand began to change in this season, and there were also different changes, the cold wind breath of fierce killing intent in the cold winter, and the smart and elegant cold snow figure.

"Four Seasons Swordsmanship."

Lu Jue looked at Chang Jiang with a complicated expression in front of him, smiled slightly, and spoke.

This sword technique allowed Lu Jue to appreciate the changes of the four seasons in his heart, and also had an epiphany about the intangibility of the body.

"Why haven't I ever heard of it?"

Chang Jiang's eyes fell into a trace of contemplation, Chang Jiang has heard of the swordsmanship and moves in this world, which is also related to his background.

Crawling out of the barracks with his own hands, after becoming famous, Chang Jiang often learned from others and collected exercises everywhere, but he did this completely different from King Changwu, Chen Sinian was for his own cultivation.

Chang Jiang is for the competition, he has seen countless so-called cheats or moves, in his opinion, they are all inferior to the killing skills he has learned from life and death.