When the sword competition on the top of Lanshan Mountain in Yingchang Mansion was in the battle of swords, thousands of miles away, in the tiles of Zhong'an Bridge in Lin'an, there was a Spring and Autumn Bookstore, and the owner of the Spring and Autumn Bookstore was a middle-aged scholar who liked to wear blue and white Confucian shirts, and called himself Mr. Hu Lian.

Mr. Hu Lian and his blind wife lay in bed together.

Under the moonlight, Lin'an is exceptionally quiet, the footsteps of patrol soldiers are heard from time to time on the long street, and there is the sound of a husband in the alley in the distance, reminding that the cool autumn night is dry and dry, and be careful of candles.

In the dark, Mr. Hu Lian suddenly turned over and sat up.

Looking at his sleeping wife beside him, Mr. Hu Lian smiled gently, got up and tiptoed into a blue and white Confucian shirt, came to the study next door, looked at the slightly trembling Hu Lian box on the bookshelf, and was silent.

In the box, there is half of the spring and autumn season that Mr. has put down.

During the first battle of Xizhao Mountain, he once asked Yue Pingchuan what the Spring and Autumn Period was, and the Spring and Autumn Period of Yue Pingchuan was the Yue family, and it was also the enchanting princess Su Su.

Half of the spring and autumn seasons contained in the Hulian box still do not appear in the world.

However, tonight, Hu Lian's box trembled inexplicably.

Mr. Hu Lian, who was in a blue and white Confucian shirt, was shocked inexplicably, could it be that the person he was waiting for appeared, otherwise how could Hu Lian be so unusual?

But after thinking about it, when the general trend is today, who can get this half of the spring and autumn?

Unclear.

At least as far as the current situation is concerned, Zhao Yan can't, Yue Dan can't, Wang Kun can't, Zhao Changyi can't either, empress...... This strange woman, why do you need this half of the spring and autumn.

The spring and autumn of the empress through the ages is not in the cool world.

In the world outside the world, just like the Great Yan Taizu and the Bingsheng Baili Chunxiang back then.

The blue-and-white Confucian man sat silently in the night, looking at Hu Lian Box, suddenly frowned, looked dazed, and immediately showed an incredible look, and was surprised: "Who is it?" ”

Hu Lian was trembling, and the half of the spring and autumn season that Mr. had packed during this period was missing half a point.

Of course, the things of a scholar cannot be called stealing.

It's called borrowing.

But who in the world can borrow half of the spring and autumn that belongs to the rivers and lakes from the Hulian box?

Hulian box, cast by a saint, cannot be borrowed by a non-saint.

Mr. Hu Lian, who was multiplied by the elegance of the blue and white Confucian shirt, suddenly lifted his spirits, looked excited, and filled with the feelings of feeding the sons of licking calves, could it be ...... Mr. is also coming to Daliang?!

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Loud voice.

Previously, Li Ruyu's long sword fell on the top of Lan Mountain, but the inaudible sound was terrifying, but this time it was the opposite.

The long sword in Li Ruyu's hand is tangible and qualitative, and the long sword in Wang Chongshi's hand is tangible and intangible.

The two swords intersected, and it was said that it was right to be silent.

However, a thunderbolt suddenly exploded on the top of Lan Mountain, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and the thunder in the sky reflected each other, and the thunder rumbled between the whole heaven and earth, as if thousands of troops and horses were roaring and the iron horses collided with the formation, and there was no other sound.

Everyone was like being in an ancient battlefield of barren smoke and grass, this inexplicable feeling made countless people feel unpredictable, only the black-clothed gunman was a little inexplicably excited.

Everyone really felt the trembling on the top of Lan Mountain.

Where there is no grass, smoke and dust rise.

The dust settled.

Li Ruyu is still occupied there, with one hand behind his back, the other hand holding the long sword, the long sword is pointed obliquely at the ground, the bright moon above his head is hanging in the air, under the cold light, in the fluttering clothes, the figure of the young man is cold and lofty at this moment.

Opposite Li Ruyu, there was no sword in the hands of Wang Chongshi, a generation of swordsmanship.

Stand there quietly.

After a few breaths, he suddenly laughed heroically, "Hahahaha, hurry!" Hurry! Hurry! ”

After three consecutive shouts, he stopped and fell to the sky.

Wang Chongshi not only lost his sword, but also lost his life in that body.

There were no sword wounds on his body.

Not even a single scar.

After exhausting his sword intent for a lifetime, a sword grabbed from a phantom city could not compete with the thick history of Dayan that Li Ruyu borrowed from the years.

Wang Chongshi, who did not have a trace of vitality, had a happy smile on his face.

After all, this life does not live up to the sword.

However, no one knew, only Li Ruyu, who was in a state of madness, heard that this master of swordsmanship sighed softly at the last moment, saying that it was not only borrowed from a piece of Dayan history, but also a scholar's sword!

The rivers and lakes are half divided into spring and autumn, and this sword can be described as the vicissitudes of the right way.

The top of Lan Mountain is quiet.

Only the Dao Gu on the mountainside sighed, and the Dao Gu, who had a little disdain for Wang Chongshi before, got up for the first time, and then saluted with a sword on the mountainside.

"You sword, I know, the world should also know."

Wang Chongshi's sword was slightly heavier on the battlefield, but in the end, he finally walked back to the avenue of swords.

It deserves to be a sword man in my generation!

Who is the sword master of Xingxing Villa, except for Zhang Dingbian, Mr. Gongsun and the Ximen officials and the Taoist aunt in the Taoist temple, no one knows, in fact, the Taoist aunt only knows that Wang Chongshi is a different person, and the real identity is only known to the three Ximen officials.

But after tonight, in the rivers and lakes and even in the whole cool world, no one knows that a generation of swordsmanship, Wang Chongshi, who is the best sword lance, came to this world and walked through, leaving a majestic trace.

People rumored about Li Ruyu's heavy sword, and also talked about Wang Chongshi's city.

Wang Chongshi's death did not make Ximen Qing and others feel sad about the death of the rabbit and the fox, after all, there is no affection between each other, and they are purely using each other, but since Wang Chongshi is dead, of course they have to continue to fight the crazy young man.

Tonight, if you can't surrender or kill this young man, Star Picking Villa will completely lose its reputation in the rivers and lakes, and the Ximen officials will really become a rich young master, and there will be no more brilliant future at all.

Ximenqing held a long stick in his hand, looked at the burly and handsome man beside him, and bent down to salute, "Brother Lao." ”

Zhang Dingbian laughed, "I have a fist." ”

That's enough.

Wang Chongshi's sword can't break the boy, I'll open the fist of the side.

Taking a step forward, Zhang Dingbian suddenly looked back at Ximenqing, "Brother Xian, if the foolish brother is lucky to win, it will be great, and when it happens tonight, would you like to take the stick with the foolish brother to Lin'an?" ”

Ximen Qing was surprised, and said with a heroic look of righteousness: "The little brother will not let the elder brother die alone." ”

Zhang Dingbian shook his head, his eyes fell to the south, "You and my brother can't die, I Zhang Dingbian still have a wish in this life, how can I easily say death, for my brother, I will beat the young man." ”

People I didn't kill in my last life, I will kill them in this life.

The name of the person who must be killed has eight in his name.

But it's hard to say whether the surname is still Zhu, after all, he has become a stranger, maybe he has already changed his name, but looking at the celestial phenomena and stars, this person's life star does shine in Lin'an City.

This is Zhang Dingbian's heart disease.

Born in a fisherman's family, knowing astronomy and geography, learning the art of war, practicing martial arts, fine boxing, good at Qi Huang, I wanted to show my hands and feet to do a great career, and the two righteous brothers started in the rivers and lakes, but in the end they competed for the world with the Laitou monk who also started from Mingjiao.

However, creation makes people.

In the first battle of Poyang Lake, he led three warships in the midst of ten thousand troops to take the head of the enemy commander, but the hegemony of Qianqiu was shot by Chang 100,000 Chang Yuchun and disappeared.

Now in this world, he has become a stranger, and after his old enemy Chang Yuchun became a stranger, he died under the embroidered spring knife of Zhu Qi, the general banner of the Fusi in Beizhen, which makes people feel that it is a loss.

Chang Yuchun should die, but he should only die under my fist Zhang Dingbian.

Laitou monk Zhu Chongba also deserves to die.

Zhang Dingbian took a deep breath, his clothes were windless, his fist was clenched tightly on the side of his right ribs, his left foot was in front and his right foot was behind, squatting slightly.

It's just that in an instant, the burly and handsome man has changed into a martial artist.

The long hair is flying, the fist is arrogant, and it is full of indomitable domineering.

That's my fist.

It's not big, but it's hard.

Almost instantly, everyone on the top of Lanshan Mountain sensed it, and involuntarily looked at Zhang Dingbian, and then their hearts were shocked, this momentum seemed to be an iron horse about to chisel into formation.

Li Ruyu broke Wang Chongshi with a sword, fell into a strange state, and did not move.

At this moment, he felt Zhang Dingbian's fist intent, instinctively felt the threat, and almost did not make any movement, and suddenly volleyed into the air, wanting to stab Zhang Dingbian who was ready to attack with a sword.

But who is Zhang Dingbian?

I, Zhang Dingbian, once took the lead of the enemy's commander in Poyang Lake among thousands of troops, and I paid attention to a domineering spirit.

Although I, Zhang Dingbian, am a battlefield general, I started from the rivers and lakes.

I'm Zhangdingbian...... is a master of Mingjiao, out of the rivers and lakes, how can he be afraid of the sword of the rivers and lakes.

Look at the fists!

Zhang Dingbian's right foot jerked a little.

Disheveled!

After the smoke and dust filled the ground, a deep pit was left a foot large, and Zhang Dingbian was like an arrow from the string, shooting at Li Ruyu, who was shining in the air with sword light, and a punch was handed out from under the ribs on the right.

The sound of wind and thunder suddenly appeared.

Airplanes!

There was a muffled sound, even in the night, everyone could clearly see that the fist handed out by Zhang Dingbian appeared in the form of a gorgeous umbrella in the air behind the fist in an instant.

That fist slammed into Li Ruyu's long sword from the center of the umbrella.

Lightning-fast.

No one can describe how fast the punch was.

No one can describe how domineering this punch is.

The fist that was no one else simply and directly slammed into the tip of the sword, as if it wanted to shatter the long sword to pieces, and then blast through Li Ruyu's chest and shatter everything in front of him.

What kind of fist is this?

It wasn't until this moment that the rangers of Yingchang Mansion really understood the power of the Ximen officials of Xingxing Mountain Villa.

The sword master is the king of heavy masters.

Zhang Dingbian, a master of boxing.

These two people alone are enough to laugh at the entire Yingchang Mansion, not to mention that this is obviously not the last background of the Ximen officials, and it is no wonder that even the Fusi of Beizhen did not dare to attack the Star Picking Villa.

Who is hard with fists or swords?

The answer to this question was obvious before tonight, but after tonight, there is no answer to this question.

Zhang Dingbian's fist is very domineering.

But everyone has witnessed Li Ruyu's sword, which is so thick that it seems to carry a piece of history.

But at this moment, the fists and swords intersected, and there was no bloody image of the imaginary fist being pierced by the tip of the sword, nor did there appear a picture of the long sword being collapsed, but in a loud noise, the long sword and fist were frozen in the air.

Sparks splash.

The fist was hard, but no one expected it to be so hard.

The moment the tip of the sword and the fist touched, it was unbelievable that sparks intersecting with metal were splattered in the night.

I don't know how long it hung in the air.

It seems like a thousand years, and it seems like it's just a moment.

Li Ruyu and Zhang Dingbian landed at the same time.

After landing, the two of them shot at the same time, almost without any stagnation, one fist like a dragon, and continued to walk through the middle palace wildly, wanting to break all the obstacles in front of them.

One...... A sword splitter with no momentum at all.

It's a very simple sword split.

It's just that in this simple splitting sword, it is a kind of potential that only kendo masters can feel.

Once the first sword is cleaved, then there are ten swords, a hundred swords, or even a thousand swords, which are unstoppable, even if there is a mountain in front of them, this sword will keep cleaving until the mountain is cleaved into powder.

The first sword slashed down on Zhang Dingbian's fist.

Disheveled!

The long sword bounced upside down, and Li Ruyu's figure also bounced upside down, and after a few meters of shock, Zhang Dingbian's fist just blasted out, and Li Ruyu had already slashed down from a sword a few meters away.

Simple and straightforward.

But it slashed down on Zhang Dingbian's fist.

Disheveled!

Another bang.

The long sword continued to bounce upside down, and Li Ruyu's figure was also retreating.

Only this time, and the previous retreat was dozens of centimeters.

There is hardly any stagnation.

The fist continued to explode, and the sword continued to slash down.

There are no cumbersome and fancy moves, punch after punch, sword after sword, the only difference is that the momentum of both sides is rising, and the difference is that Li Ruyu's momentum is climbing a little faster.

How high Zhang Dingbian's fist is, in fact, few people on the top of Lanshan Mountain know, Ah Mu doesn't know, Xie Guo and Mo Juxia don't know, the black-clothed gunman doesn't know, and even the Dao Gu on the mountainside doesn't know.

It's just that in the cool world, even in the world they know, no one can practice their fists to this level.

There has always been a saying that kendo is chic and domineering.

I never thought that the original fist could be so arrogant and unreasonable.

In everyone's cognition, no matter how strong the fist is, it must avoid the edge of the sword, pay attention to a subtlety, and there has never been a reason to shake the sword with a fist.

How can flesh be harder than a sword?

However, tonight, Zhang Dingbian's fist changed everyone's mind.

If there are still people in the world who believe in this, then only Fang Shisan, who is now in Jiankang Mansion and is a small county lieutenant in Shangyuan County, knows that people's fists and legs are actually not inferior to the strength of swords.

And at this moment, Li Ruyu's sword is also difficult to understand: Li Ruyu's sword is not heavy.

Sword after sword fell.

It is far less heavy than the previous battle with Wang Chongshi, when a sword lands on the ground, it can make Lanshan tremble, but people with a little common sense of kendo are more and more frightened, just because each sword of Li Ruyu falls, and its trajectory is not the slightest difference.

The trajectory of each sword is the same, even the same.

I can't imagine how many swords it would take to slash this to reach such a subtle level.

And obviously, Li Ruyu's sword splitting, this kind of subtlety of the trajectory is not the ultimate goal: I am afraid that when the last sword is cleaved, this subtle power will be truly demonstrated.

When that sword falls, what kind of situation will it be, to break through the fist that is climbing steadily?

Or is it ......

A sword immortal kneeling?