"The force of this world is actually not as simple as many players think." Far away, above a palace, the princes of the Beacon Opera sat cross-legged, watching the battle between Liu Xuan and Xuanji in the distance, and muttered to themselves.

Liu Xuan and Xuanji's force, in his eyes, undoubtedly touched the barrier of top-notch force. And he himself has only just reached this point, as for their lethality and threat, the princes of the Beacon Opera are much worse.

On top of his knees, there was a wooden sword, and with this wooden sword alone, when encountering a powerful person, the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera could not fight against it at all. Weapons are also one of the most important points in measuring the strength of a master, and those who can easily kill a master with a divine weapon without a weapon are obviously already the pinnacle of power in a world.

What can a wooden sword do? When facing a low-strength enemy, you can also kill them by attacking their Achilles' heel. Once he encounters an opponent whose strength matches or is slightly inferior, it is extremely difficult to do this, not to mention that the wooden sword in his hand will inevitably collide with the opponent's weapon.

As he saw in his eyes, if it had been the Beacon Opera Princes, his wooden sword would have been shattered long ago.

Don't think that such a blow seems very simple, but in fact, if you carefully observe the movements of Liu Xuan and Xuanji, you will find that their power has overflowed from the moment they stepped out from the first step, and after that, half of the excess power has not reached the place where it should not have been. It wasn't until the moment their halberds collided with the long knives that the power of both sides exploded, and the power overflowed, resulting in the final scene where the stone slabs under the feet of the two were shattered.

This is the difference between a real master and an ordinary person, when you shoot, your strength has a hundred, and ordinary people fight out, and this hundred power may dissipate for various reasons in the process, and the power may become 80, 70, or even 50. As for the masters, they are sure that the power of this hundred will be completely condensed in one place, and wherever they hit, the power of this hundred will go.

Just like Zhao Zilong, when he entered and exited Changsaka Slope seven times, if he couldn't use his own strength and physical strength to waste, then he would definitely die. That is, with every attack, he kills an enemy, and only with the force he was just able to kill a person. Otherwise, if you kill an enemy and use a force beyond this boundary, in the face of Cao Cao's thousands of troops, even a super-first-class military general like Zhao Yun will eventually die of physical exhaustion.

If you don't move like a mountain, if you move, the mountains and rivers will roll upside down, and the wind and rain will be sudden. Therefore, it seems that Liu Xuan and Xuanji's blow is very simple, without half a point of technical content, but in fact, they have reached an extremely high level of their own control ability, which is something that many people can't do. What's more, as long as the strength of any one of the two people is slightly weaker, then one of the people in the eyes of the princes of the Beacon Opera must be dead.

Not everyone can withstand such a blow, their own strength, coupled with the acceleration when running, and the power that bursts out, will crush the enemy. At the same time, this force will also backfire on itself, and there is no way for one person to bear it, so the two people will share the overlapping strength of each of them.

It's the same as when you hold two long knives in both hands and slash at each other with great force, it will shake the palms of both hands numb and painful.

"Three Kingdoms." The princes of the Beacon Opera muttered.

In his opinion, this game is not only for players, because there are many players, in the case of their own strength, in the game will also become the entertainment of those famous generals or powerful aborigines. So will he himself become the entertainment of others? A small game in the eyes of others?

The answer is, yes. As soon as he decided to protect Liu Wei, there was an additional enemy in front of him, the enemy he thought he had to cross. The ghosts and gods in these three kingdoms are also the people who are the ultimate in force, and they are the opponents that the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera have identified for themselves.

However, until now, he didn't know if he could withstand that kind of weight, so on top of his knees, the wooden sword still lay flat on the ridiculous look.

There was a slight loss of concentration in his eyes, even the two people who were under his head now were the best of the top players in the alliance with him. Even now outside the palace, Yun Ting, who is also under Wang Yuemen, has arrived as promised, and there are a few people he is extremely familiar with, as well as his master, senior brother, and the princes of the Beacon Opera are not sure.

His master Wang Yue can be said to be the ultimate in force, but Lu Bu is also another extreme, the extreme in force on the battle array. The two had different results under different circumstances, and he would never think that when Lu Bu led the army to come, he would have a personal battle with them.

pinning hopes on Dong Zhuo not entering Beijing, and Lu Bu not falling under Dong Zhuo's command, this is something that the princes of the Beacon Opera will not think about. That is tantamount to pinning one's own life and the lives of others in an ethereal fate. The princes of the Beacon Opera are not afraid of death, he is a player, even if he dies with little strength left, he can make a comeback.

But Wang Yue is different, his senior brother Shi Ah is different, his junior brother Liu Wei is different, they are dead, that is, they disappear completely, die. Yun Ting is different, if he dies once, the traces that belong to Yun Ting will be erased from the game, and this nearly a year's efforts will be completely nullified.

This is the weight, the weight that the princes of the Beacon Opera can't bear, even if he knows that he has to bear these weights, he knows this very well, but when it comes to actually picking up the iron sword, he hesitates. He was afraid, afraid that the scene that had appeared in reality would appear in front of him again.

So he was silent, not moving, and let the still cold spring breeze blow over, but he didn't feel cold.

"Hahaha. Refreshing! Xuanji laughed, revealing obvious blood on her teeth.

"Come again!"

The knife retreated, retreated a few steps, and stepped on it again, the body shot out, and the long knife fell as usual. He didn't change his position, the only thing that changed was that he came faster and more violently this time than just now!

For Xuanji, only such a hard-fought battle is what he is pursuing. made him excited, his blood was gushing, usually ordinary people couldn't even take his knife, and only an opponent like Liu Xuan could let him do his best!

The sword is domineering, the domineering person makes the sword, the king of a hundred soldiers. Just as a king does not rely on anything else, but is just domineering, any swordsman who wields a knife will have a knife in his hand stained with the blood of other people, and his feet are full of the corpses of enemies, and Xuanji is no exception. He just needs to attack, and he just needs to attack! No matter whether the opponent attacks or defends, he is in Xuanji's response, his unchanged is enough to deal with all changes, and he will break it with one sword.

Able to attack against him, opponents who are stronger than him may not last longer than him. Choosing to defend and wander may not be able to consume much of his physical strength, but will be caught by him and master the rhythm. Once you fall into Xuanji's rhythm, the defeat is decided, because the domineering destroys the withering and decaying!

"It's really cool!" The battle intent in his eyes was burning, and the corners of Liu Xuan's mouth were also hooked, and he was also extremely excited, and he also chose to attack against attack!

Stepping back, when the last step fell, the stone slab under his feet was stepped on by him, and finally crushed because he could not bear his strength. The same swift figure rushed towards Xuanji, but his halberd had changed its angle, and the tip of the halberd was aimed at Xuanji's long knife, and the halberd stabbed out suddenly, and the whole arm made a "snap" sound.

Such a hearty battle, Liu Xuan has also been looking forward to it for a long time, since he came to the palace to serve as the commander, in the depths of this palace forbidden, there are not many people who can fight him! Even if his deputy commanders and the elites of the Yulin Army fight against him, they will have concerns about his identity and will not be able to let him enjoy themselves!

Only an opponent like Xuanji can let him have fun and give it a go without any worries! Even if there was already a sweet smell of blood between his lips and teeth, it didn't matter, on the contrary, this smell was what he was faintly looking forward to.

He is the commander of the Yulin Army, but he is also a warrior, and if a warrior is not able to taste blood and crisscross the battlefield, he will undoubtedly have shortcomings. Similarly, he also chose to attack against attack, Liu Xuan is also a man who advocates attack, on the battlefield, attack is also what all fighters need to master, as long as he kills the enemy faster than the enemy, then he is waiting to survive!

"Boom"!

As the two blurred figures quickly approached each other, another violent metal collision sounded, elongated and extremely sharp. The hearts of the soldiers of the Yulin Army who were standing on the sidelines and watching couldn't help but beat, and they suddenly stopped and started beating again.

This collision of forces is undoubtedly exciting, not to mention the soldiers who believe that whoever has the biggest fist is the boss! Even if one of the two people is not liked by them, those cool words are well known to them, and when they see that Xuanji can attack against their own commander and not fall behind, they can't help but feel less bad for Xuanji.

People with strength naturally have the strength to speak cool words and have the strength to despise others!

Trembling, the muscles of Xuanji's arm were trembling, trembling slightly, and he could feel the uncontrollable muscles of his arm. It was only two times, and his muscles were already starting to get tired, and he began to protest that this was something that Xuanji couldn't imagine.

Of course, the arm holding the knife in his right hand is not just a counterweight to Liu Xuan's strength, the knife in his palm is also affecting him all the time. As soon as you stop, the cold air emitted from the blade of the long knife will condense on your hands, turning into frost and frostbitten palms.

But cool! It's cool, it's cool! The madness on Xuanji's face was filled with too much joy.

Blinking his eyes, sweat droplets condensed at the corners of Liu Xuan's eyebrows, flowing down the arch of his eyebrows. It drooped on his eyelashes, and finally he couldn't hold on anymore, and it dripped in front of Liu Xuan's eyes.

He could see clearly that when the sweat dripped down his eyes and was facing straight ahead, what he showed was a distorted Xuanji, and the knife he had withdrawn, and his moving steps. A ray of light reflected in Liu Xuan's eyes, and occupied his sight in an instant, piercing his eyelids, tears brewing in his sour eyes, and his eyelids wanted to close to relieve this sourness.

Liu Xuan didn't close his eyes, and forcibly stopped his body's instinctive reaction. Once you close your eyes, even if you only have one breath, you will let yourself die, let alone in front of an opponent like Xuanji, one breath is enough for the opponent's knife to hook a few arcs on his body.

He knew he wouldn't die, but sometimes failure was more terrible than death. What's more, a person like him, once he fails, there will be a shadow, and his pride comes from the fact that he has never failed, and it is also one of the sources of this strength.

The halberd turned slightly, and in Liu Xuan's palm, the halberd became as light as nothing, like an arm. It's not like a long soldier with a foot or nine, but like an embroidery needle, in the hands of the embroiderer, the needle is threaded quickly.

The closer the light became, the tip of the long knife disappeared in the bright light. hit, the light distorted, and a layer of cloud water was shattered by the long knife, penetrating.

Liu Xuan's face did not move, the halberd gently touched the blade, turned sideways again, and another layer of clouds and water outlined in front of him. Layer by layer, the mountains rippled, and the successive layers cut him off from the light that came straight forward.

Broken, broken, broken.

Layers of clouds and water were shattered, pierced in the blink of an eye, and got closer to Liu Xuan. It's just that at this time, the light also completely dissipated, revealing the original appearance of the long knife, as thin as cicada wings, and as thick as ice.

The speed at which the long knife was advancing was still fast, but it was much slower than the speed at the beginning, when it was like a ray of light.

Tread, step, step.

Xuanji was approaching, he didn't control the strength of his whole body anymore, and every stone slab under his feet was shattering. As soon as I entered, I entered again, and the layers of clouds and water disappeared, and the tip of the knife was cold, and finally penetrated the dense clouds and water and came to Liu Xuan's eyes.

His halberd was horizontal in front of him, and the blade was stuck in the small hole between the tip of the halberd and the crescent-shaped halberd, and the sharp tip of the knife was fixed there, just a stone's throw away from Liu Xuan's chest. As long as he goes a little further, he will touch Liu Xuan's armor and penetrate it.

It's just that it can only stop here, and it can't move anymore. This seems to be a boundary between heaven and earth, and it was already in Xuanji's expectations, after all, the opponent he chose would never be the kind of person who died suddenly after fighting.

That's just right.

(End of chapter)