Li Ruyu did not draw his sword.

It was too late to draw the sword.

Zhao Li is not a ranger in the rivers and lakes, he does not pay attention to integrity, he is a Qianwang, an unknown alien, his concept of fighting is a fight on the front line of life and death, and there is no etiquette to talk about.

Li Ruyu holds the sword or not, he will kill with one blow.

In his eyes, as long as both sides have their own weapons, there is only one possibility: you die, I live.

The fishhead lance is domineering.

smashed down on Li Ruyu's hood and face, and even led a blue and purple thunder from the sky to fall, allowing Li Ruyu to face the thunder and the fish head lance at the same time.

Li Ruyu didn't have time to draw his sword.

Withdraw.

Retreat and retreat.

The long table in front of him was smashed to pieces in an instant.

However, Zhao Li is a fierce man who can kill Yue Pingchuan after all-although Yue Pingchuan's death is largely due to the fact that he was injured by the backlash in order not to kill Yuanqu.

But Zhao Li's lance will never lose to Yue Pingchuan.

After a lance fell short, he sighed, the figure was like a mountain, the fish head hammered the ground, the burly figure turned over, still in the air, the fish head lance picked up from behind, and smashed down again.

Simple, brutal yet effective.

It's all a matter of a snap of a finger.

Li Ruyu still didn't have time to draw his sword.

Behind him is a wing, and there is no way to retreat.

The teenager does not retreat.

With his back to the wall, press the hilt of his sword with one hand and the scabbard with the other, and stand in front of him.

Today was supposed to be reading and waiting for a gun.

But somehow, I suddenly entered an indescribable wonderful realm, and I just felt that the words were like a picture and entered the hearts of the people, and the waves were magnificent.

But when the blue-and-white Confucian shirt asked Yue Pingchuan in the spring and autumn period, he was suddenly enlightened.

What is Spring and Autumn?

It's not a history of time, it's not a single person.

Spring and autumn is a pen.

Spring and autumn is a piece of ink.

Spring and autumn is the world.

Touched by this, and then looking at the story in the book, it is like picking up a handful of ink from the sea, writing the thick spring and autumn of the previous dynasty Dayan, one by one, into the heart, and then into the scabbard.

Stocked up on a sword.

In this sheath, it is the thick spring and autumn of Dayan.

Can you block the lance of the king?

Blockable.

The lance strikes the scabbard, without wind, dust and sound.

Unstoppable.

The wall of the wing room behind him collapsed, Li Ruyu's face turned red, a mouthful of fishy breath gushed out, and the corners of his mouth were stained with red blood.

The two hunted in rags.

Zhao Li laughed, "It's kind of interesting." ”

A lance struck, but it seemed to be smashed into an invisible ocean.

There were only a few splashes.

The young man was injured but not serious, he still had the strength to fight, and the young man at this moment was not much inferior to Yue Pingchuan, and he was worthy of my Zhao Li's opponent.

Li Ruyu took a deep breath, he didn't climb the mountain, he didn't know the height of the mountain, he didn't enter the sea, and he didn't know the depth of the ocean.

Zhao Li's lance is like a mountain pressed down.

It's heavy and heavy.

The young man's hand gradually moved downward, unable to resist Zhao Li's majestic force.

No matter how many skills you have, in the face of absolute power, it is all a papier-mâché posture, and one force will drop ten.

If it goes on like this, if there are no arrows, it will be difficult to escape the end of Yue Pingchuan.

Li Ruyu took a deep breath.

I was about to try to push this lance away with all my might.

saw Zhao Li suddenly retracted.

Between the moments, the lance fell again.

Extremely fast.

It was so fast that Li Ruyu could only continue to block the sword twice, and still had no chance to draw the sword.

A boy who does not draw his sword has no chance of winning.

Zhao Li laughed, "Even if you read a Spring and Autumn Sword, even if you read a history of a dynasty from a book, under this peerless ferocious power, what can you do?" ”

Scholar?

Bullshit isn't.

What's more, you Li Ruyu are not really readers.

You hold a sword like a ranger, you are a calligrapher in your arts, how many books you have read, how many righteousness you know, have you ever known that some people have studied for 30 years and have never entered the imperial examination.

Have you ever read a book that is equal to your height?

Have you ever read a book standing around a wall?

You're just a teenager.

Even the empress only regards you as a sword, not a ruler like the old minister Liu Zhengqing.

You are a bullshit reader, how can you dare to compete with the blue and white Confucian shirts.

Even if it is him, under the fish head of this king, he is also a native chicken and a dog's ear.

Scholars, self-cultivation and governing the country are acceptable.

Flat world?

That's the business of our warriors.

Zhao Li was suddenly hearty, and the fish head lance swung with all his strength, wanting to smash this self-conscious teenager into a pulp.

Yuan Qu, who was watching the excitement on the side, shook his head secretly, and said to the short-shirted old man who was still smoking comfortably, if you don't make a move again, I think he will die.

Lao Tie narrowed his eyes and said that he hadn't drawn his sword yet, so what was the panic.

Although Zhao Li was injured at this moment, he was still unstoppable, even if he made his own move, he was not very sure, after all, he had indeed suffered a lot of injuries in the previous battle with Yue Pingchuan.

Li Ruyu was miserable.

One mistake, one wrong step, I really didn't expect to fall into such a passive situation.

The sword must be drawn.

Zhao Li's lance made the young man's body feel like he had been hammered, his internal organs were turbulent, and his blood was tumbling.

Li Ruyu is waiting.

Wait for the next moment when a bruised thunderbolt falls.

Zhao Li knew what Li Ruyu was waiting for, and of course the people who came out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood would not give the enemy a chance.

Push through your arms.

The last lance was swung down.

This lance, even Yue Pingchuan, who is in the heyday of his unsullied state of mind, has to take advantage of it.

The sun and the moon have no light.

When the lance is in the sky, there seems to be the whistling of thousands of troops and horses, and there are thousands of ghosts crying.

Zhao Li is like a demon.

Li Ruyu gritted his teeth, used his last strength, and held his sword in his chest.

Intersect in an instant.

Li Ruyu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the long sword swept unstoppably across his chest, this blow, even if he was not crushed to death by the fish head lance, would be split in two by the sheathed long sword.

Li Ruyu's mind went blank.

Suddenly.

The white heart that had been silent since entering Ouchi shortly after entering Ouchi last night was beating wildly.

The young man's body is like lightning.

Behind him, like the side of the mountain phantom, the invisible white fireworks suddenly breeded, and a huge phantom rose out of thin air, wearing armor and looking down on all beings, the posture was the same as Li Ruyu's, and the horizontal sword was in the chest.

The huge sword was like a moat.

The young man stretched out his hand, and the left book and the right killed the god.

The lance is not allowed to enter.

The long sword in the young man's hand did not retreat when it was less than half an inch from his chest.

In the ruins behind him, it was overturned by an invisible air current, revealing an empty trace several meters long, like a long lance breaking through the waves.

Zhao Li sighed.

Yuan Qu looked at this scene incredulously.

Lao Tie smiled.

The blue and purple thunder fell above the sky, and Zhao Li had no choice but to turn around and raise his lance to break the thunder.

Li Ruyu didn't have time to breathe.

Although he didn't know why he blocked Zhao Li's killing lance in an instant, it must have an indescribable relationship with Bai Qi's heart.

The boy grabbed the sword and pressed the hilt of the sword.

Without the pressure of the lance, he finally drew his sword.

Boom!

Draw your sword.

The sword is out of the sheath, but there is no snow-white sword light.

It was originally a white sword body, but at this moment, it seemed to be full of ink.

Like ink.

In the boy's hand, there seemed to be a book, a huge and heavy book, like a mountain.

It was the thick spring and autumn of the whole Dayan.

A sword is a mountain of books.