Zhang Jiao held the sword in his hand upside down, and the wolf pounced, the wind under his feet, and the dead leaves danced.

The sword is behind the man.

This flutter is like a dragon out of the water.

Li Ruyu had never seen Zhang Jiao.

Before and after leaving Jiangqiuzhou, Lao Tie had never mentioned this person, and he was secretly awe-inspiring at the moment.

Zhang Jiao held the sword, and the wind rose.

There is a little bit of the sharpness of the master's long sword in his hand, but compared to the master, it is like a hill under a high mountain, and without that kind of sword, it is the free and easy air of the world.

Without fear, Zhang Jiao, who rushed towards the body, was a sword slash.

Zhang Jiao sneered, and the figure that was like a broken bamboo suddenly stagnated in an incredible situation, and the long sword in Li Ruyu's hand fell next to the tip of his nose, and then Zhang Jiao's figure rotated strangely, sticking to the long sword to bully Li Ruyu a foot in front of him, and the short sword in his hand made a shock, smearing it towards Li Ruyu's throat.

It's too late to say that it's fast, it's just a snap of a finger.

Li Ruyu was startled, raised his head and retreated, and the long sword hanging on Zhang Jiao's waist turned into a flirtat, and the oblique desire to sweep Zhang Jiao's waist was slanted.

Zhang Jiaohe's voice, the figure was extremely ghostly, and he continued to get close to Li Ruyu with a step, his wrist flipped, and he held the long sword upside down and became a positive hand, and he killed with his backhand, which was like lightning, and he wanted to cross Li Ruyu's neck.

Li Ruyu didn't have time to think about it, and the long sword in his hand became redundant.

The lightning and stone fire moved, and suddenly stopped and no longer retreated, but took a step forward, this time almost face to face with Zhang Jiao, between the tips of the noses of the two, there was only a space the size of a fist.

At the same time, the hand holding the sword blocked upwards and held Zhang Jiao's wrist holding the sword.

Then he took advantage of the situation to a knee and crashed into Zhang Jiao's lower body without any sense of morality.

Disheveled!

Zhang Jiao suddenly threw a punch into Li Ruyu's chest.

Li Ruyu's knee fell into the air.

The two of them are separated as soon as they are combined.

Leaning on a tree trunk, Li Ruyu took a deep breath with difficulty, the fire in his chest burned, as if it had fallen apart, and the pain spread like a spider's web, and it was difficult to lift his breath for a while.

Zhang Jiao was not stupid, he didn't give Li Ruyu a chance to rest at all, he still had his sword behind him, and he pounced.

Li Ruyu took a hard breath.

In the face of Zhang Jiao's thunderous sword, it was almost a sword crossbow that was struggling to the death.

In Zhang Jiao's eyes, this is no different from a dying struggle.

The long sword fell heavily on Li Ruyu's blade like a hammer, and in the sonorous sound, it only blocked Zhang Jiao's sword in an instant, and it was forcefully pressed, and the short sword from the hand of Qingcheng's famous master was submerged into Li Ruyu's left shoulder.

Burst!

Bloody.

Li Ruyu snorted and half-knelt on the ground.

With the victory in hand, Zhang Jiao was about to say a word or two in the attitude of a winner, but suddenly his face changed greatly, he loosened his sword, retreated, and did it in one go...... However, it was a step slower in the end.

An inch-thick "arrow" grazed Li Ruyu's waist and shot out of the trunk.

Zhang Jiao avoided the point.

But the distance was too close, and the "arrow" was extremely fast, wiping off a large piece of flesh and blood on the outside of Zhang Jiao's thigh, and falling into the pile of dead leaves in the distance.

Li Ruyu slowly stood up.

Pulling out the short sword from the sword and throwing it to the ground, he didn't care about the blood gurgling, stared at Zhang Jiao coldly, and said coldly, "There was once a man I hated that said, don't bully the poor young man, I will give it to you today." ”

Zhang Jiao looked down at the injury, and thought silently that I thought like you back then, I always felt that with the dual swords on my back, I could be the first and I second, and the world should revolve around me.

Although he was poor for a while, he would one day rise for nine days.

However, the world is like a giant beast full of childlike innocence, opening its mouth to bite itself all over the body and then smiling and saying to himself, look at you, I didn't bully you poor, I bullied you stupid.

If you have the ability, come and bite me......

After all, he couldn't help it, so he could only bow his head and go with the flow, becoming a dagger in the shadow of Xu Mansion.

Don't bully young people into poverty.

That's a fairy tale, when one day this beautiful lie is exposed, you will know how cruel the world is, and now, use your own sword to tear this bloody lie.

Li Ruyu, the world is not always towards justice.

Power is justice.

Zhang Jiao drew his sword again, a three-foot long sword, and the sword body was like ink.

The short sword is like snow, the long sword is like ink, it is for yin and yang, the Qingcheng Sword School does not enter the world, but it is the holy land of the sword that the heroes of the world yearn for.

This time will go all out.

Murderous intent bursts.

There was a strong wind in the forest, and the clothes were hunting.

Zhang Jiao held the sword in one hand, and his eyes fell on the white short sword on the ground intentionally or unintentionally - only the double sword in his hand was the real Qingcheng Sword Dao.

Li Ruyu held a sword in both hands.

The body and mind gradually stretched, and there was no longer the black long sword in Zhang Jiao's hand in his eyes.

As if it was just an ordinary morning, I got up to wash up and eat breakfast, waited for Xiaoxiao to come to the private school together, picked up the stick, watched Xiaoxiao read seriously, and then prepared to split the stick by myself.

Zhang Jiao was moved.

Li Ruyu held his sword in both hands and looked at it squarely, but he felt that he was not looking at himself.

At this moment, Li Ruyu is natural.

It seems that he can break it with a sword at will, but he feels that there is no perfect direction after this sword is stabbed...... The boy in front of him had become one with the woods.

With the sword in hand, it is my world.

The people who taught him to practice swords were too terrifying.

That person must be an arrogant and uninhibited master, so he will teach such a world-minded kendo.

However, there is no use for eggs, and Li Ruyu will not become a climate after all.

Zhang Jiao shouted angrily and brazenly drew his sword.

The wind suddenly rose, the trees swayed, and the sharp sword whistle came and went, mixed with the crisp sound of the sword blades intersecting, and on this late spring day, countless birds were startled.

Xu Jiye, who was standing outside the woods with the long sword at his waist, frowned and pondered, since Zhang Jiao had already made a move, Li Ruyu would still die, and how to give the Beizhen Fusi side the next step.

Killed the Ti Qi of the Fusi of Beizhen, Lao Tie had nothing to do with himself, and the new hundred households of the Thirteen Xiwei Institutes of Changling Mansion were his nieces and sons-in-law Liu Xiangyang, so he was not afraid, but he had to give an explanation to the general secretary of the Fusi of Lin'an Beizhen.

Fortunately, the death of the Bishan Decree was a timely rain - when Li Ruyu was killed, he sent a letter to Lin'an, telling Her Majesty the Empress that she had inspected Bishan, Jiangqiu Prefecture, and accidentally broke the truth about the resurrection of the Bishan Order.

With Her Majesty's jealousy of strangers, she will definitely not think deeply.

The commander of the Beizhen Fusi will never care about a small cavalry, and Li Ruyu killed the enemy bravely and died in his duties, which invisibly established a good impression in the empress's heart that the Beizhen Fusi is loyal to the emperor's life, and he will not delve into it.

So, what's this Inhuman name?

Xu Jiye laughed, he was a timely rain.

The sound of Suosuo's footsteps sounded in the forest, Xu Jiye's spirits were lifted, and Zhang Jiao succeeded.

When I looked up, I suddenly felt sweat and hairs all over my body.

Out of the forest came a bloody man with a sword in one hand, covered in blood, with no less than ten injuries, his eyes were cold, staring at himself tightly, the kind of bloody temperament that came out of the pile of dead people made people feel like they were in a cold winter.

Young Li Ruyu.

Zhang Jiao lost to Li Ruyu?

Xu Jiye was difficult to accept for a while, how could this be possible?