At the foot of a hill, someone is galloping.

There was an old man sitting in the carriage, drooping and old, who seemed to be closed and not in the red dust, but thinking about some human affairs.

His Majesty let himself come to Qingzhou, is it really to protect the Xie family's Wanxi?

Isn't there the idea of judging the situation and killing Li Ruyu's master?

After all, no one likes to have such a person who is not under his control, but can be like the existence of a sword like the Milky Way falling for nine days, God knows if he will kill the imperial city with a sword?

The old eunuch didn't know.

Because His Majesty did not say it, and he did not intend to reveal it in the slightest.

But with one sword and four sickles, dealing with the thorny slave dead soldier of the Qianwang Zhao Li, plus the master, it seems that there are some big and small talents...... Because this is obviously Zhao Li's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

The thorn slaves he sent to Qingzhou were no more than four people.

Or rather, does His Majesty really value Li Ruyu so much?

I'm afraid that's true.

For no reason, the old eunuch was thinking of the young man who jumped on the surface of the water in the world's luck pool.

has been born against the scales.

This son is a man of great luck.

May he and His Majesty be in eternal peace with the Monarch and His Majesty.

The old eunuch was a little excited, because he suddenly remembered something: when talking about this master, His Majesty seemed to have a lot of reverence, but he was afraid that His Majesty had already learned the details of this master from the mouths of those who were arrested in the Beizhen Fusi.

Could it be that he is a sage.

Even if he is not a sage, he should be a peerless Tianjiao who does not lose to the White Tiger God General Zhao Sa.

The old eunuch touched his beard with a headache, this world is getting more and more chaotic.

How evil is it?

The carriage came to a halt.

The old eunuch was lifting the curtain and glancing at the sky in the distance

In the distance, dark clouds suddenly appeared, converging and swirling, like a huge whirlpool, covering half of the sky.

Thunder rolling.

Smiled and sighed, there are still more than ten miles, but unfortunately I can't see the demeanor of the sword fairy, and then glanced at the five knights in front of the car, and smiled at one of the men in a cyan Confucian shirt: "The master has pressed the sword, I'm afraid I can't catch up, Xiucai, you go first." ”

The green shirt Xiucai wore a sword at his waist, a snow-white long sword, and a silver thread.

The name of the sword is elegant, and the snow comes late.

Xiucai's appearance is extremely square, with sharp edges and corners, and he wears a scarf on his head.

If you walk in the crowd, probably no one will associate him with the master of Ouchi, just as a sour talent who has been repeatedly raised.

Wen Yan smiled, dismounted and pressed his sword.

One step out of the earth suddenly shook, the smoke and dust under the feet everywhere, as if there was a moment of stillness,

One more swift walk, and the smoke and dust suddenly fell.

Three steps to make a run.

At four steps, the person is three feet away.

Five steps out, no one is gone, only to see the air flow behind Xiucai, suddenly rolled up a white screen, and like a horizontal paper umbrella, Xiucai is like a breeze floating out of the umbrella, pulling the air flow is like a blue line, and like an arrow off the string, sweeping over the mountains.

Between the vast heaven and earth, a blue line shot straight out.

The dust lingered for a long time.

After that, as if a plough was ploughed wildly over the earth, the earth rolled up, leaving a scar as deep as two inches and about one foot wide, which was shocking.

Everywhere you go, the grass lurks, and the dead leaves sweep with the wind.

There were trees blocking the way, and the blue lines cut away, and when they were far away, only tree debris flew in the sky.

There were stones blocking the way, and the blue line was broken away.

There is a river blocking the road, the green line crosses, the river is cut off, and a high and low water wall is formed behind the green line, and a ravine that is not more than a foot wide is left in the silt at the bottom of the river, which is as neat as a knife.

Everything grows between heaven and earth, and everything is eclipsed in this blue line.

There is a sword fairy in the fishing, and the sword of the river comes from the sky.

There are talents in Lin'an, ten miles of mountains and fields, and there is a sword spirit between square inches.

It is not surprising that the old prisoner has long known the ability of talent.

Zhao Sanfang, four swords in the sword room.

Yan Qing is the third.

Xiucai is the first.

The sickle from the Kamakor was the first time he had seen the master of the sword room so wild, and his eyes couldn't hide the look of shock and admiration, this kind of demeanor may not be inferior to the sword fairy.

And this talent is not an alien.

Even more terrifying.

The old eunuch was waving, "It's enough for you to keep one person." ”

The four of them glanced at each other, leaving behind an old man, and the other three rode after each other, wanting to see the master's sword fairy demeanor.

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The crossbow arrows shot in the air are all the standard of the Western Army of Daliang, and they are special spiral arrows, which have amazing lethality.

Under a round of crossbow arrows, all four horses and two donkeys died.

The Master's spirit came suddenly.

As soon as he reached out, he pulled Xiaoxiao and Li Wanyue behind the horse at the same time, and said loudly: "Don't block hard, hide behind the horse." ”

This is a hand crossbow that can't penetrate a horse corpse.

If the bed crossbow and cart are used on the battlefield, it is difficult to stop all the fat horse corpses.

Sure enough.

Seeing that the crossbow arrows were ineffective, nearly a hundred black-clothed people swarmed out of the mountains and forests, surrounding the six people, all of whom were masked in black clothes and black scarves, and each of them exuded the bloody aura that had been cultivated through killing.

None of them.

In particular, the first four people are all dressed in gorgeous clothes, and they do not hide their faces, carrying guns and pressing knives, and their momentum is amazing.

The aura of Xiao Killing is as brilliant as flames.

A middle-aged man with a sword has a gloomy face, a sharp voice, and his words are full of provocation, "I heard that you have a sword hanging in the sky?" I heard you're an Inhuman? Unfortunately, some of the Inhumans who wielded swords died at my hands. ”

The master was slightly worried.

It's not that I'm worried about these people who are killed in the sky, but what will happen to Xiaoxiao and Wanyue once the fight starts.

Mao Qiuqing held the embroidered spring knife horizontally, stared at the enemy with full attention, and carefully reminded everyone: "These people are all the dead soldiers of the Qianwang Zhao Li, four people in gorgeous costumes, they should be four of the twelve thorny slaves, each of them is a top martial artist, and there are even people who can match the masters of Ouchi." ”

No one knows why Zhao Li gave his strongest twelve dead soldiers the name Thorn Slave.

The Master laughed silently.

Picked up the wine jug on his waist and drank it in one gulp, looked at Xiaoxiao and Wanxi, and smiled warmly, the master is here.

Looks lonely.

Without fear of thunder, you can draw your sword and hang on to the sky.

However, Qingzhou is thousands of miles away from Lin'an, and even if Li Ruyu arrived, he should have died of thunder at that moment.

But what a pity.

I have a disciple Xie Wanxi, who has inherited the mantle of Wuwen ink.

I have a disciple Li Ruyu, who has obtained the original intention of my sword.

Da Liang's master has lived up to the writing and ink of Li Qinglian of the Tang Dynasty, nor the teachings of the Tang Sword Saint.

I have all the way.

The Master pressed the sword.

Press the sword to start a muffled thunder, above the sky, the dark clouds suddenly condensed, gathered together, covering half of the sky, and in an instant, the wind roared, and the day was almost like night.

Heaven and earth are like ink, and the Master wants to draw his sword.

Sword of the Great River.

However, before the sword was unsheathed, a blue line suddenly came in the distance.

Before the blue line arrived, there was a sword light first.

The sword is clear.

The green-shirted Xiucai, who turned into a blue line, kept pressing the sword to reserve the momentum, until he was only ten meters away from the crowd before he suddenly drew his sword.

Draw your sword and slash.

When the sword was unsheathed, the sound of Jin Yuqing's voice was like the sound of insects, and the sonorous agitation turned a hundred times and thousands of times.

Slash down with a sword from above.

The cyan sword light turned into a moon arc and shot out, wild and unparalleled like an iron cavalry colliding into the array.

A sword, ten miles of gathering momentum, just for this sword!

This sword heals mountains and rivers.

The man in black blocked with his sword, and his sword shattered.

People block, people crack.

Flesh and sword fragments flew in the sky, and a heavy snow fell as it struck, and it was both spectacular and terrifying.

The siege was so great that it collapsed under this sword.

The blue line shot through it.

The breeze is blowing.

The blood does not stick to the body, the green clothes are picturesque, and the Confucian scarf is swaying.

After that, a slender scar was left on the earth, stretching into the distance, and I don't know where the source is.

Xiucai stood in the crowd with a sword, the green shirt fluttered and smiled proudly, and performed a peer salute to the master holding the sword, his voice was like iron, and he said: "The snow is late, do you want a drink?" ”