The cavalry of the North Town Fuji has no mediocre hands.

Those men in Zhong'an Hall are not in vain, they all have a few brushes, but they still can't avoid the non-stop death.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins.

After experiencing the ups and downs of Junziqi's emotions, he is very sad......

Moved by the generosity of the brothers to live and die together, but hated their stupidity.

If he had said earlier that he was willing to face the mountain together, although this was not a battlefield, under the guidance of the invisible white-robed Chen Qingzhi in his mind, he would occupy the right time and place, and more than 30 people could burst out with several times the combat power.

Chen Qingzhi in the white robe is a god who takes 32 cities with 7,000 iron horses!

Thirty or so North Town Fusi's horsemen?

Earthen chicken tile dog ears.

However, now that he has lost the first move, even if he is white-robed Chen Qingzhi, he can only cry out in vain.

Constantly dying people.

Xiao Liu died, the embroidered spring knife drew a big hole in the lower abdomen, the viscera flowed to the ground, and before he died, he vomited blood and laughed, "Beizhen Fusi, I will be an immortal banban!" ”

Zhao Mao died, was hit in the throat by a punch from a horseman, his bones were shattered, he covered his neck and couldn't speak, his face was full of hideous anger, and when he fell to the ground in anger, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Shawdin is dead, Heiwa is dead......

The men of Zhong'an Hall fell one after another.

The cavalry of the North Town Fusi also died in the tragic death of the successor.

No one flinched.

The clear water of Qiusha Creek is stained with blood like flowers.

Li Ruyu watched this scene quietly, if the young man of the year, when he killed the second bastard, he had a trace of discomfort, when he killed his widower, he was indomitable, and he almost fell into a murderous demon in the battle of Chunfeng Pass, then since the general Bai Qi fell into a dream, there was more tangible and qualitative Bai Qi's heart, and the young man unconsciously had a little more cold-blooded personality and a little less kindness.

Seeing the men of Zhong'an Hall constantly dying, Li Ruyu also felt uncomfortable in his heart.

But not sad.

These bloods are themselves, the pioneers before Junzi Qi wanted to talk to the world.

I can only uphold these passions, continue to move forward, and one day tell the world, I want to reason with you, the reason is very simple - everyone has the fairness to survive or even live better.

Dead to death!

When only the only ones who could stand on the ground in the end were the Junzi Banner and the Flower Knife, and there was only Liu Xiangyang on the side of the Fusi of Beizhen, Li Ruyu stood in front of him with a sword.

Liu Xiangyang's face was bitter.

Looking back at the distance, the fourth master Xu Xiaolan and Lao Tie were facing each other, not knowing what they were talking about, they didn't pay attention to the tragic situation here, and their hearts suddenly came over.

From the beginning, the fourth master never thought of helping himself.

I don't know the specific reason, I can think of it with my toenails, this must be the handiwork of the water-based Yanghua woman in the Liuzhou family, as the son-in-law of the Xu family, he was regarded as an outcast.

No wonder, the fourth master, Xu Xiaolan, intentionally or unintentionally, let himself give up all the horsemen and carry crossbow arrows.

He was looking forward to it.

If you can kill Junziqi and Li Ruyu, it will be good for the Xu family.

On the contrary, if he is killed, he will die in the line of duty, which is not a bad thing for the Xu family, and if it is passed to Lin'an, Her Majesty the Empress will more or less compensate the children of the Xu family in the officialdom from other places.

It may even favor the children of the Xu family a little more in this year's art department and next year's big move.

In the final analysis, the Xu family still resents Xu Jiye for not protecting him.

Slowly raised the knife and pointed at Li Ruyu, "I don't understand, why Zhao Changyi sent you to Beizhen Fusi, what is the relationship between you and him, or rather, you are also a stranger." ”

Li Ruyu looked at him pitifully and shook his head, "It's not an alien." ”

After thinking about it, "The relationship between me and Zhao Changyi is not easy to say, one thing is clear, we will not be friends." ”

Thinking of the little Lori with a pale cyan beauty mole at the corner of her lips, a touch of tenderness swelled up on Li Ruyu's face, "If there is one day, I will not hesitate to draw my sword and kill him." ”

Liu Xiangyang laughed, not without a mocking oh, his tone raised, obviously not believing.

"It doesn't matter."

Glancing at the three of them, because you all have to die today.

The Xu family doesn't allow me, so what's the matter.

I started from the Beizhen Fusi, and today I have returned with great success, and then I will send the money I have collected over the years to the general office of the Fusi of Beizhen in Lin'an to operate, and at the latest in the second half of the year, I will be able to transfer back to Lin'an and be promoted to deputy thousand households or even thousands of households.

One day, I will fight back against the Xu family in Liuzhou!

Li Ruyu was silent for a while, "You can't kill us." After a pause, he said with a strange expression: "Liu Xiangyang, Liu Baihu, you are also a seven-foot man, where is your bloody dream now, don't you want to talk to the Xu family and the world?" ”

Liu Xiangyang was silent, stride, holding the knife in both hands, and embroidering the spring knife like a Milky Way, cleanly splitting from top to bottom.

One knife and two swords.

Wind born.

The stream breeze rippled lightly, blowing across the vast land, gently caressing everyone's cheeks like a relative, the clothes turned slightly, washing away the inexplicable heat at the beginning of summer, as the knife fell like a Milky Way, the gentle stream wind suddenly became irritable, like a dissatisfied little lady, on the wedding night looking at the man who fell asleep next to him completely ignoring himself, his emotions were out of control.

The wind rises, cutting the skin like a knife, as if there are thousands of invisible embroidered spring knives.

Water rises.

Qiusha Creek is gentle and clear, slightly emerald green, quietly flowing into the distance, like a ribbon wrapped around the earth, when the wind is born, the flat mirror-like lake suddenly ripples, bursting out of layers of waves, sweeping and rolling in the two cases.

Like a water demon.

As soon as the knife came out, Liu Xiangyang looked at the mountains and rivers, and what he held in his hand was no longer an embroidered spring knife, but his own future and life dream.

The world only knows that I abandoned literature and martial arts halfway, and only said that my position as a hundred households originated from the Xu family in Liuzhou.

But I don't know that I Liu Xiangyang, who has been practicing knives for ten years, has already perfected the realm, but I know that Mu Xiu will destroy it in the forest wind, and it is clumsy to hide, but I think that one day, I can use this knife to slash the evil woman in two.

It was a dark desire that lurked deep in my heart, tormenting and devouring myself day after day.

Epiphytosis maggots.

Li Ruyu's words are right.

I also want to talk to the Xu family, and I want to talk to those powerful people in Da Liang, but the truth is told with a knife, and it is the same in all dynasties.

Born in a humble family, he can only stumble and stagger.

Until that day, when no one listens to his reasoning, he can swing his knife without hesitation.

Because in this world, there is always a layered building, and the voice of the weak, who listens?

Li Ruyu was shocked.

When the spring breeze passed, Lao Tie simply drew his knife, and Liu Xiangyang couldn't move an inch, thinking that he was just a useless embroidered pillow, but now the blade of the knife is revealed, like a grandmaster.

can only avoid its edge, and the figure retreats.

Retreat and retreat.

Li Ruyu has been practicing swords for less than two years, and the sword book given by the master is just ordinary kendo common sense, and the only two things he can know are sword splitting, and Jing Ke's ten steps and one kill.

Liu Xiangyang's long knife fell.

Dust and rubble bursts.

A knife mark nearly one meter long was left on the Nagasaka Bridge, half an inch into the stone, which was shocking.