At the beginning of this winter, it snowed in Lin'an.

After the sword style of the West City Gate was like a fairy, the dark clouds on the sky did not disperse, and small snowflakes fell flutteringly.

But it's quiet.

The sound of the snowflakes is extremely clear, as if they are saying goodbye.

Under the collapsed wall of the West City Gate, there was a mess.

The third prince with a gun rode over the ruins on horseback, and when he walked past Zhao Li, he sighed, His Royal Highness King Qian, why do you have to escape, if you are bent on fighting to the death, Li Ruyu can kill you?

After speaking, the third son went out of the city, but when he was about to leave the city gate, he glanced back at Li Ruyu, and said softly, I really want to kill him...... This man is immortal, and the devil knows when the sword will slash at him.

The third prince went out, joined Yu Qiwen's strong wind and rode lightly, and at the same time waited for the tiger tooth Tieben, intending to return to Kaifeng.

The Phoenix Wing Light Cavalry and the Heavenly Heavy Cavalry, which belonged to the forbidden army, received the will and did not hinder it.

Li Ruyu was at a loss when he raised his sword.

Suddenly falling out of that realm, the boy felt a little uncomfortable.

If you have seen the mountains, you know that you are shallow.

Silently put the sword into its sheath.

Behind him, Lao Tie, who came slowly, spit out smoke rings and grinned, "Now you know how powerful Lao Tzu's sword drawing technique is, and you know that Lao Tzu is not bragging." ”

Li Ruyu smiled helplessly.

The last sword is really hard to say that it is my own ability.

After reading the official history of Dayan for a long time, it seems that there should not be such power, and I always feel that it has something to do with my own thunder and immortality, the alien who was split after writing the words "Lanting Collection Preface", and the white heart of the armored general in the sea of corpses and blood......

That's why.

Of course, Zhao Li's death, the arrow that pierced through the abdomen played a great role.

Zhao Li stood in the ruins, his burly figure was still like a heavenly demon, and there was a huge scar on his back that could be seen in the white bones, and what was even more desperate was not this scar, but from the internal organs, all of which were broken by that sword.

Zhao Li's Heavenly Demon was unbelievable and unwilling, he would never have imagined that he would really lose to this young man.

What an ironic thing.

The once invincible generation of kings lost to the milky teenager.

What is even more unwilling is that he died under the battle in the rivers and lakes.

Instead of thousands of troops in the bloody battlefield, how lonely this is, as a military general, it ended so bleakly, how can it be worthy of that ambition.

Zhao Li hated.

If it weren't for Wang Kun sitting on the profits of the fisherman, it would have been the young man who died at this time, he was still the king of Da Liang Qian, if he hadn't suffered that arrow, he would have been able to kill Lin'an and go to Guangxi to split the land and seal the king.

That arrow pierced through the abdomen, leaving endless aftermath behind.

In his own plan, if Wang Kun makes a move, plus the Zhao family maneuvers, even if he kills Yue Pingchuan, he will still be the king of Daliangqian, and the worst plan is to leave Lin'an and go to Guangxi.

Kill out of Lin'an City and find Shen Wangshu, you can hold Shen Wangshu like a lance, Shen Wangshu, a stranger who prides himself on founding the country in troubled times, cannot escape the fate of being scorched by lightning.

But when he dies, he can break the thunder.

I have been planning this for a long time.

Since Shen Lian's death, Shen Wangshu would always fall asleep inexplicably in the Qianwang Mansion at night, and he would draw himself in the crook of his arm, store some blood, and let the center of the mansion use some secret method to inject his blood into Shen Wangshu's blood.

After such a long time, Shen Wangshu has accumulated a lot of his own blood in his body.

This is also the reason why there is often gauze wrapped around the crook of his arm, I am afraid that Shen Wangshu will not know until he dies how he was used by himself.

Losing Shen Wangshu, Zhao Li was not heartbroken at all.

In his own opinion, Shen Wangshu's so-called statement about the founding of the country in troubled times is likely to be rhetoric, and he himself is probably a second-rate adviser at most, if he is really the founding king, how can he be used by himself without knowing it?

And who needs a second-rate strategist?

If you are in charge of the elite soldiers, you can cover your hands for rain, and the cool world is at your fingertips, and the group of Confucian generals and civil officials in the Daliang Privy Council, in their own eyes, are they different from local chickens and dogs?

It can be destroyed with a raised hand.

In this world, there are barely three people who can compete with themselves on the battlefield.

Yue Pingchuan, Di Xianggong and Zhao Sa.

It's a pity that Shunzong and the woman didn't give themselves a chance to become a vassal.

It's a pity that Wang Kun is too cold-blooded and insidious.

However, nothing is.

He failed to kill Lin'an City, and after all, like Yue Pingchuan, he died in this humble world, losing the last glory and dignity of a military general.

How sad.

If Da Liang is not the ancient woman Zhang Guo, but Zhao Zheng is in power, he is in Guangxi, and he has more than 100,000 elite soldiers and fierce generals in the Western Army, not to mention Li Ruyu, and even Zhao Sa, whose real name is Xue Rengui, even if Yue Pingchuan and Di Xianggong join forces, they have the hope of winning the battle.

I am the strongest general in this world!

This growth hate.

Hate the sky without a hand, hate the earth without a ring!

Staring at Li Ruyu, whose long sword was returned to the sheath, Zhao Li asked desperately and unwillingly, "Who are you?" ”

Zhao Li somewhat understood why the empress favored the young man who could not die with thunder.

Perhaps, he is an alien himself.

Li Ruyu looked at the red-light King of the Great Liang Qian, and was silent for a while before he said: "You may not believe it when you say it, I am not a stranger, but I ......"

It's quiet all around at the moment.

Li Ruyu said one more sentence, "The last sword has the pen and ink meaning of 'fast snow and sunny days', the killing heart of a general surnamed Bai, and the heavy years of Dayan." ”

But what is the meaning of the words when the snow is fast, the boy himself does not know.

But Zhao Li knew.

The tiger's eyes were round, and he murmured extremely quietly: "It turned out to be them......"

Who writes when the snow is fast?

Who is the general surnamed Bai?

Zhao Li sighed, he didn't lose unjustly, I'm afraid that even his extremely respected martial mourning king can only admit defeat in such a situation.

After all, it is a book saint.

There is also one of the strongest killing gods in the ages.

Li Ruyu and Lao Tie didn't hear Zhao Li's low muttering.

Zhao Li's figure swayed, the look in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he was about to run out of oil.

Li Ruyu thought for a while and asked, "Who are you?" ”

In fact, if you don't threaten me with a small one, maybe I really won't be able to do this sword today.

The safety of the little one, let yourself completely let go.

Zhao Li shook his head slowly, "If you lose, you lose, I didn't do the glory of the King of Martial Arts, what kind of face did I have to leave a name and surname in this world, and I left a shame in vain." ”

No one can trample on my dignity.

His eyes became more and more dead.

The figure raised the sky and looked backwards, looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and the stranger breathed a sigh of affection for the last time.

Li Cunxiao, you lost again......

Not a crime of war.

only hated the right time, the right place and not one of them, and Long You died in the shallow water in the hands of a small child.

Pathetic, pathetic, hateful.

Zhao Li fell to the ground, and with a long bang, a cloud of smoke and dust was splashed.

Breathless.

Snowflakes spread all over the body, doubling the desolation.

There is no more Li Cunxiao in the world.