Although Cai Shu was born as a butcher, he also has the skill of a butcher, and the butcher knife Cai Shu is not in vain.

There is no vanity under the fame.

Liangzhou Jinghong, how can he be incompetent? General Chu no longer dares to underestimate Jiang Wangshu, and there are not many people in Chu who can win against Cai Shu.

Jiang Wangshu held the star chaser in his hand, the streamer flashed, three swords came out in a row, and he fell to the ground in response.

"Du Ruo, streamer, do you like it or not?" What kind of person is Fu Cuo, he is the martial saint of Chudi, no matter how strong Jiang Hou is, he is only a mortal.

Du Ruo is a person who uses a sword, but unfortunately he doesn't have a sword in his hand, this sword is shining, he naturally covets it, but he pretends to be indifferent and says, "I don't want it."

General Chu knew that the relationship between Fu Cuo and Du Ruo was irreversible, but it was difficult to talk about it, and Fu Cuo did not avoid suspicion, put his arm around Du Ruo's shoulder, and said, "Wait for me to go back."

Since Cai Shu fell under Jiang Wangshu's sword, there was no point in sending others to fight again, and besides, Fu was very interested in Jiang Wangshu's amazing three swords. After tasting all the small fish and shrimp, and occasionally seeing the larger fish, it is a gluttonous feast.

The husband held the halberd in his hand, strolling leisurely, without restraining the momentum of the martial saint, and with every step, the momentum was stronger.

The long halberd in the wrong hand is also one of the eight famous (instruments) in the world, and the famous overlord. The overlord halberd was sanctified by the mistake of the husband, Xiong Ran collected the cold iron, and then Ou Yezi personally built it.

Ou Yezi is what kind of person, the world's first craftsman, half of the world's eight famous (weapons) from his hands, Dali star-chasing sword, moon-stepping dagger, Yuedi Longquan sword, Chudi overlord halberd. Produced by Ou craftsmen, it must be a high-quality product. It's a pity that now Ouyezi has sealed the furnace and no longer casts swords.

It is said that the star-chasing sword in Jiang Wangshu's hand is also from the hand of Ou Yezi, isn't this fate? The more the husband thought about it, the more proud he became, and the overlord halberd felt the excitement of his master, and his chirping whined.

Jiang Wangshu embraced chasing stars, this was the strongest enemy he had encountered in his life, the martial saint of the world! He had to fight, and behind him was his homeland, and if he retreated, his homeland would be lost.

The 30,000 sergeants in the land of the orange land, the hands are long, and they are ready for battle, they have blind confidence in Jiang Wangshu, and they are shocked by Jiang Hou, and they have never been defeated in 25 years.

The husband was pressing forward step by step, Jiang Wangshu went head-on, a Chu Di Martial Saint, a Liangzhou Wushuang, and the meeting between the two was a battle between swords and halberds.

There are three grades of martial arts, ordinary martial arts bully people with strength, this is the next grade, no flow, the most centurion, eight or nine out of ten martial artists in the world are inferior products; The middle grade oppresses people with skills, the skill score is high and low, and the second should be the centurion, the skill is profound, and the martial arts are one in a million; The high-grade martial artist is an otherworldly martial saint, but he has comprehended the "potential" and bullies others, who can be it?

Jiang Wangshu is only a middle grade, but his skills are higher than ordinary martial artists, and he is still a mortal in the final analysis. And his husband is wrong, he is a martial saint, there are Kyushu in the world, but there are less than nine martial saints, not only one in a million.

Although the three grades of martial arts are not completely accurate, for example, the thirteenth Wu Ke of the eighteen warriors of the Houthis has the strength of a thousand jun and has no skills at all, and how many middle-grade martial artists can defeat him?

The "potential" of the martial saint, mysterious and mysterious, although it is invisible, but it is real, and morale has the same effect, probably the momentum of the martial saint to look down on no one in the world, but it is more than that.

The husband just stopped there, and the momentum of the martial saint was overwhelming.

"I have heard for a long time that Jianghou Liangzhou is unparalleled, and the husband has come to learn it." Long-term fishing has made the husband restrain his arrogance, although he has not reached the realm of bad water in his stomach, but there are a lot. He has always liked to lower his posture and then savor the desperation of his opponents.

It's the same today, touting Jiang Wangshu, and then crushing him with an invincible posture, and tasting this rare big fish.

If it weren't for chasing stars in his hands, Jiang Wangshu would be more in line with the image of a reckless poet. He governed the army during the war and the people in his spare time, and he was like a day for twenty-five years, half poet and half martial artist.

Therefore, he is Jiang Wangshu, a reckless poet who is familiar with poetry and music, so he is also the first person in Liangzhou.

"Husband, how about retiring from the army? I don't want to lose my life. Jiang Wangshu seemed to be catching up with an old friend, his words were gentle and his tone was calm, which was incompatible with the solemn atmosphere of this battlefield.

"You and I are both martial artists, and the soldiers who surrender without a fight are idle things done by sour people who are crepe." The husband suddenly felt that he looked down on Jiang Wangshu, and his tone was a little more impatient.

"I am different from you, you are as sharp as a sword, and you only like to fight. I am as gentle as a poetry book, and I do not want to go to war. Jiang Wangshu's words were gentle, and he was a little more helpless than before.

The young Jiang Wangshu was also as sharp as a sword, and he made contributions in the battlefield expedition. When he reached middle age, he had completely reined in his sharpness, and he only wanted to govern the people, not the army.

The trees wanted to be quiet and the wind did not stop, and he had to go into battle.

The husband was reluctant to talk to Jiang Wangshu more, and he was completely out of interest at this time, just like a huge fly lying on the gluttonous feast, just wanting to take his life hastily and step on Fuling.

The husband held the overlord halberd in his hand and swept away with the momentum of thunder. This blow was just a temptation, Jiang Wangshu naturally avoided it, and the star chasing and the overlord halberd in his hand were intertwined, and the sound of Jin Tie's whimpering was endless.

Fu Cuo no longer tempted, the overlord halberd was wrapped in the momentum of the martial saint, and then poured the power of a thousand jun, and stabbed straight away. Jiang Wangshu swung five swords in a row, each sword had a starlight flashing, and the five swords came out in a row, connecting into a line, like a little bit in the sky, brilliant and compelling.

Starlight is just an illusion, this is the sword. Jiang Wangshu is a great accomplishment of swordsmanship, and chasing stars is a famous sword in the world, so there is a sword that flashes like a star.

Dark clouds covered the sun, and the two armies faced each other, beating drums and cheering.

The star-chasing sword has a sword like a star, how can the overlord halberd be broken copper and iron? The overlord halberd is nine feet nine feet long and weighs forty-six pounds. Fu Cuo already has the power of a thousand jun, holding the overlord halberd in his hand, and shaking out a dazzling gun.

Jiang Wangshu is gentle, and the star-chasing sword is gentle, so the sword is also gentle. The husband is wrong and domineering, and the overlord halberd is domineering, so the spear flower is also domineering.

The battle between Jiang Wangshu and Fu Cuo, the battle between the star-chasing sword and the overlord halberd, and the dispute between protecting the people and conquest.

The husband mistakenly held a halberd or thorn, or teasing, or picking, or splitting, or sweeping, and the domineering meaning poured out.

The seemingly irregular twelve combos are the art of the halberd, called the overlord marksmanship.

The husband originally made a gun, but later felt that the gun was not in his hands, so he created the Overlord Halberd. Overlord marksmanship is the ancestral marksmanship of the husband, known for its coldness, the number of roads is uncertain, and the moves are changed.

The spear and the halberd are both long soldiers, and there is no discomfort in marksmanship with a long halberd. The husband is wrong to use a bully gun to shock the earth, plus the momentum of the martial saint, ten thousand people are not to be done.

Jiang Wangshu fought and retreated, seeing the move, he fell and could avoid it, as if the end of the strong crossbow still had his remaining strength.

The two clashed for half an hour, and although Fu Cuo had the upper hand, he couldn't take down Jiang Wangshu, and couldn't help but feel a little irritable. Between the fights, he naturally knew that Jiang Wangshu was not a saint, but his martial saint momentum could not affect him in the slightest.

Compared with ordinary martial artists, the biggest reliance of the martial saint is the potential, how can the ordinary martial artist resist the momentum of the martial saint?

The long halberd swept away, Jiang Wangshu took advantage of the situation to retreat ten steps, and the two stood opposite each other.

"You're canonized?" The husband asked suspiciously.

Jiang Wangshu shook his head and smiled: "Jiang is just a reckless horseman."

The husband naturally didn't believe that Jiang Wangshu was canonized, and the halberd hit the ground and flew away.

Jiang Wangshu chased six stars in his hand and turned into stars, which was even more radiant than before.

Fu Cuo was a little confused, Jiang Wangshu's sword was not ordinary from ordinary sword mang, when he killed Cai Shu before, he didn't care about the three-point sword mang. Fighting with Jiang Wangshu, he made the overlord marksmanship, but was blocked by Jiang Wangshu's one-one-one-five-point sword.

He could naturally see that Jiang Wangshu had tried his best to block the overlord's marksmanship, and he naturally didn't forget that Jiang Wangshu only had five swords and five sword points.

Right now, Jiang Wangshu's sword mang's six points were connected into a galaxy and killed him. The husband didn't dare to underestimate it, the overlord's halberd swept, and the cold glow was like a round of sun, wanting to scatter the stars.

Just a star, dare to compete with the sun!

Star chasing and overlord collide, and stars and dawn compete with each other. The husband didn't stop, and it was the overlord's twelve shots one after another, and Yao Ri was even more serious.

In the eyes of the husband, Jiang Wangshu slowly raised his hand and handed out a plain sword, with an inch of sword light on the tip of the sword, which was slightly invisible.

Six Swords of the Galaxy.

Jiang Wangshu started from the grass, practiced martial arts for 25 years, and served in the army for 25 years. Malnutrition when he was a child made him weak, and he only relied on traps to fight the evil tigers of Naba Mountain.

He never fights with strength, because when manpower is poor, and because he will not attack the enemy's strengths with his own shortcomings.

Jiang Wangshu's sword, called Xinghe, used to be at most five swords, but today it can be handed out the sixth sword. The galaxy is self-taught, and it was all learned before the age of fifteen.

In the summer of that year, Jiang Wangshu was less than ten years old and lived in Bashan temporarily. Fatherless, motherless, and helpless, he managed to reach the age of ten, taller than last year, and not strong.

The so-called home is just a dilapidated thatched hut, perhaps an abandoned cattle pen. There is a home, Jiang Wangshu is sincerely happy, picking up thatch to cover the canopy and straw to make the bed.

He likes summer, he doesn't have to be frozen, and he has more food in the field for a few days.

There was no surplus food at home, so Jiang Wangshu lay on the wooden plank, through the roof of the thatched shed, thinking about how to survive tomorrow.

At night, Bashan was noisy, and the summer insects chirped happily and played a happy song.

The tent that Jiang Wangshu personally repaired was not tight, like a large sieve, leaking rain on a rainy day, and now it will sieve the starlight.

Although he couldn't eat, Jiang Wangshu never complained, and he was one year older, how good.

He has no name or surname, and naturally he doesn't know his birthdate. He likes the rushing of the Mandarin River, the starlight, and the moonlight, so he named himself Jiang Wangshu. As for his birthday, it is the day of the Hefeng Festival, because the moon is the roundest on the Hefeng Festival, he can take advantage of the moonlight to go to the riverside river shrine to steal sacrifices, there are fish and meat.

Jiang Wangshu lay on the soft straw pile, counting the starlight, fascinated, hungry, and couldn't sleep, so he went out to see if he could go to the field to eat.

It was the height of summer, and the bud valley had just produced red tassels, and rice grains had not yet been produced under the bright green clothes. Jiang Wangshu's home is halfway up Bashan, with sparse homes down and mountain spirits and wild charms above.

He didn't dare to go down the mountain, he would be treated as a thief by the farmers, and he would be beaten if he was caught. He didn't dare to go up the mountain, there were tigers, leopards and jackals on the mountain, eating people and not spitting out bones.

The belly growled angrily, urging Jiang Wangshu to find something to eat, and it was okay to drink a belly of water no matter how bad it was. Tonight, I was lucky enough to pick up a few wild vegetables in the stone col, swallow them, and lay down in the ditch and drank a belly of water to stop my hunger for the time being.

After being full of wine and food, Jiang Wangshu folded the branches into swords and practiced swords under the moon. Jiang Wangshu's sword has no skills, but it is a straight stab, a sweep, an oblique split, and a vertical tease.

Sword training is not for fun, the weak body and bones don't have much strength, and he cherishes every bit of strength. Practicing swords is to be able to join the army and have a full meal.

The stars and the moon are the lamps, the plants and trees are the neighbors, the summer insects are the friends, and the broken branches are the swords.

Therefore, Jiang Wangshu's swordsmanship is called Xinghe.

The six swords of the galaxy are endless, intertwined into a line, there is still a gap between them and the galaxy, and the power of these six swords is the fault of the martial saint, and he does not dare to underestimate it.

Jiang Wangshu swung out the six swords of the galaxy, and the husband made a complete set of twelve styles of overlord marksmanship in a row. The sun was scattered, and the stars turned into nothingness.

Jiang Wangshu took seven steps back, and his husband took three steps back, and he made a judgment.

Jiang Wangshu's biggest reliance is this galaxy. In the past, at most, only five swords could be handed out, and the Three Kingdoms of Liangzhou were difficult to meet opponents. Today, Kankan handed out the sixth sword, but he was not defeated by his husband.

Jiang Wangshu knelt on one knee, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and the power of the overlord halberd was really unbearable.

The husband had a sweet throat and forcibly swallowed it, the long halberd supported the ground, and his body was burly, like a god.

"Why aren't you afraid of the Martial Saint's power?" The husband approached step by step, and this fish hit a lot more than he imagined.

No matter how big it is? He is an angler and a natural nemesis of fish. Too late to enjoy the joy of victory, he desperately wanted to kill Jiang Wangshu and never suffer again. Before killing, he still wanted to clear the doubts in his heart.

Why aren't you afraid of the Martial Saint's momentum? Jiang Wangshu laughed.

What a martial saint is, but a butcher who comes out of the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses. What kind of martial saint momentum is just to build momentum. Jiang Wangshu has always disrespected ghosts and gods, and the offerings in the river god shrine are eaten every year, and he eats with a round belly, and those people still think that it is the manifestation of the river god.

How can the martial saint have any potential, in Jiang Wangshu's opinion, it is just a bad spirit, plus the world is building momentum.

Jiang Wangshu barely stood up, holding his sword, wanting to make a last resistance.

Everyone can see that he is the last of the strong crossbows, is there still strength left for the husband's mistake?

"Kill." When Fan Di saw Jiang Wangshu's crisis, he no longer ignored Fuling's comfort, and all 30,000 soldiers and horses were killed.

Without a fight, Jiang Wangshu died. war, 30,000 sons died.

So Fan Di chose to fight, so 30,000 Mandarin Guoerlang chose to fight.

Jiang Wangshu wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, lifted his sword and went to his husband, dozens of swords in a row, swords and swords were connected into threads, and woven into a net.

What kind of galaxy swordsmanship, it is just a beautiful dream of the childish Jiang Wangshu. What is only six swords, he has ten swords, a hundred swords, ten million swords.

Most of the Chu army was still on the other side of the Wujiang River, and the 30,000 Jiang army was only five or five. The Chu army had blind confidence in the wrongness of the husband, and more than 60,000 people were still resting on the other side of the Wujiang River, preparing to enter the capital in one fell swoop.

It's not that the Chu army is big, it's not that the husband is arrogant, the Chu country already has iron-smelting technology, and the benefits of weapons are comparable to the fang country?

There are no grandiose words, no high spirits, 30,000 Mandarin sons and daughters charge away in the sound of war drums, they can't retreat, behind them is home.

Fan Di wanted to enter the battle to help Jiang Wangshu, but was stopped by Chu's general Du Ruo, and the two were killed together.

The two armies fought, and they tacitly left a vacant lot in the field, where there were only two people, one was the martial saint of Chudi, and the other was the unparalleled Jianghou of Liangzhou.

Jiang Wangshu slashed dozens of swords, and the swords were embellished with cold stars. The husband is not confined to the twelve styles of the overlord's marksmanship, the two of them come and go, the star-chasing sword and the overlord's halberd are intertwined with gold and iron, and the sound of war drums and killing shouts are played into a war song.

On the other side of the Wujiang River, the Chu army waded along the pontoon bridge and joined the battle, and the Jiang army had shown a declining trend, 30,000 against 90,000, with one enemy and one weak, not to mention one enemy and three?

"Kill." There was a shout of killing from Fuling City, and it turned out that Ba Chuang led 50,000 soldiers.

80,000 against 90,000, throwing away the disadvantage of weapons, the number of people is fifty-five, and the outcome is unpredictable.

"Ba Chuang, go to help Jiang Hou," Fan Di couldn't help but scold when he saw Ba Chuang enter the enemy army, "The dignified general went to fight against the soldiers, and his head was caught by the door?" ”

Ba Chuang turned his head this time, drew his sword and ran towards the field, but was blocked by Chu Jiang Huang Geng, so he was not annoyed, so he had to shout: "Jiang Hou, you kill that guy quickly, come and help me."

Fu wrong to fight for more than 20 years, except for the early years have not been canonized in Baiyue encountered an opponent, it is difficult to meet an opponent, today I thought that Jiang Wangshu thought that it was the end of a strong crossbow, who knew that he still had the strength to spare, and handed out a hundred and ten swords again and again, and he was miserable for a while.

Jiang Wangshu was injured before, and he didn't feel good, but he just forcibly suffocated a mouthful of old blood.

Jiang Wangshu's swordsmanship was the strongest he had ever seen in his life, and he had a hard time resisting the score.

Jiang Wangshu, Jiang Wangshu, you hide deep enough, and you still say that you are not a martial saint, and you also say that you are not Erer?

Fu Cuo no longer dared to despise Jiang Wangshu, Liangzhou Wushuang is not a false name, there is no false man under the fame, Jiang Wangshu is already a martial saint, but he has not yet been sealed.

Otherwise, how could he resist the power of the Martial Saint? Otherwise, how can he have a back and forth with my husband?

Jiang Wangshu naturally didn't know what his husband was thinking, his mind was clear, and all his thoughts were empty.

When he was still a humble dogtail grass, he thought that he could enlist in the army and eat a full meal, as for whether the horse leather shrouded was the fate of the martial artist.

He doesn't believe in fate, he only believes in chasing stars in his hands. Where the stars are chasing, he is there.

Ri Qin Du Ruo, Du Ruo is the daughter of Ri Tan Boxian and the wife of Jiang Wangshu. This star chasing is Du Ruo's dowry.

The Chu general also has Du Ruo, and Du Ruo is at war with Fan Di. Fan Di is the palace master of the Huangli Palace, and his sword is the second in the Fang Kingdom.

Du Ruo beat the drum in his heart, and said that the country of Fang is a small border country, not to mention that there are characters like Jiang Wangshu who can fight with his husband, this Fan Di actually does not fall behind him, you must know that he Du Ruo is also a famous general in Chudi, how can he be compared to Cai Shu and other second-rate butchers.

"I heard your name is Du Ruo?" Fan Di suddenly said to the middle of the field, "Look over there, what is your relationship with him?" ”

Fan Di is talking about Jiang Wangshu's wife, Ri Qin Duruo. Du Ruo didn't know, thinking that Fan Di was saying that her husband was wrong, her face changed greatly, and her move was fatal, three points more ruthless than before.

Fan Di originally wanted to disturb Du Ruo's state of mind, but who knew that when he touched the hornet's nest, he complained bitterly for a while, and he didn't dare to be distracted, so he tried his best to fight Du Ruo to the death.