"Hiccup......" Lin Doujiu burped, and when he stopped, he picked up the wine gourd and poured it into his mouth, his eyes were drunk and hazy, and he looked like a drunkard. [No pop-ups. 】

This scene fell in the eyes of the rushing Xianbei cavalry, and the more contemptuous they were, they couldn't catch up with the front to kill the Bingzhou cavalry, but killing such a drunk man was undoubtedly a good deal. But what they didn't expect was that there was such a drunk man on the Xianbei grassland, and he was unscathed.

"Interesting." Lin Doujiu threw the wine gourd into the sky, stretched out his right hand behind his back, and with a "swish", the long sword behind his back was already unsheathed, drawing a white sword in the sky.

"Poof." The wine in his mouth squirted out, and it fell like falling raindrops, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk."

The blade of the long sword slashed sideways and struck forward, striking at the dripping wine Y. In an instant, the drops flew forward, bringing a whistling sound. A line of snow is like snow, and the drops of wine bring out a white light.

The eyes of the Xianbei cavalry flashed, and suddenly many people's bodies trembled violently, "poof, poof", and a lot of blood appeared in their chests. The original incomparably gentle, softest wine Y, turned into a murderous weapon, and D pierced the body of the Xianbei cavalry, pierced the leather armor, and melted into their blood.

"Die!" Several Xianbei cavalrymen rode their horses in front of Lin Doujiu, and the long knives in their hands whistled and slashed down. They didn't realize that the competitors behind them were all dead.

It wasn't until they slashed their long knives that the sound of heavy objects falling behind them was heard.

Lin Doujiu stepped out, his body jumped out, the sword turned at will, slashed, one by one, under the long sword, tossed up, and finally landed heavily. The splatters of blood stained his robe again, making the robe, which had become extremely dull, a lot of bright and dazzling red.

The sword in his hand, and then killed a few Xianbei cavalrymen, and when he drank the blood, the luster became brighter and brighter, like a pool of autumn water. The little red dyed on the sword's body swayed slightly, slid off the sword's body, and condensed into a little, rippling in the autumn water like a red moon.

The Xianbei cavalry was so frightened that they pulled their horses and quickly moved away from Lin Doujiu, their eyes were suspicious, and they didn't know how their companions died! He saw only a few rays of light, and after a few rays of light, it brought out the blood of his companions.

More Xianbei cavalry noticed this, because the number of Bingzhou cavalry was not large, their number was dozens of times larger, and it was easy to cause accidental injuries under the crowding of cavalry, so many people stayed behind. Now, when they noticed Lin Doujiu and the Xianbei cavalry that had died on the ground, many cavalry rushed towards him.

"Bell, bell." As the long sword in Lin Doujiu's hand danced, layer after layer of sword surrounds were laid in front of him, and the feather arrows from S were hit by the long sword, and they fell to the ground one by one.

Lin Dou's wine was light, and his eyes caught every feather arrow coming towards him, and the blade of the sword cut obliquely, facing the tip of the feather arrow again and again. Even the Xianbei cavalry, who was extremely superb in riding S, couldn't hurt Lin Doujiu in the slightest, and only left layers of dense feather arrows on the ground in front of him.

There are three kinds of swordsmen in this world, and the inferior one is that he has a sword in his hand, but he has no sword in his heart, and he can only see the sword in his hand in front of him, and most of the swordsmen in the world are this kind. There is also a swordsman who has no sword in his hand and a sword in his heart, which is the top swordsman. There is a third kind, that is, those who have no sword in their hands and no sword in their hearts, in their eyes, wherever they reach out, there are swords everywhere.

Lin Doujiu has a sword in his hand, but there is no sword in his heart, and everywhere his sight touches, there are swords. One long sword after another made up the world in his eyes, and the grids that appeared in it were everywhere with weaknesses that could be shattered with long swords.

He drew his sword, and when more Xianbei cavalry rushed forward, he only had the sword in his heart in his eyes. Life and death seemed to be faint, at this moment, Lin Doujiu's face was pious, sincere to the sword, sincere to people, and sincere to himself.

When a person's sword is in communication with his own mind, then that sword can reach the sharpness that can be reached. Using a sword is to express one's mind directly, to express one's mind that should be smooth, but not smooth.

"It's lonely." Lin Doujiu sighed, moved his feet, and jumped up. The sword formed a line, stabbed out, and grazed the neck of the Xianbei cavalry, leaving a thin line of blood.

His feet were on the horse's back, and with a slight touch, his body turned sideways, and the blade of the long sword was against the long knife that came from *, bending into a terrifying curve. "Bell", the long sword roared, the sword body bounced up, and the tip of the sword pointed towards the head of the owner of the long knife, leaving a blood D, and then swayed back, trembling and trembling. The trembling blood Y bounced up, and Lin Doujiu's sword finger pointed out, pointing at the blood Y, this blood bead flew out, and D pierced the body of the Xianbei cavalry directly opposite.

But he has no sword in his hand, but he is the sword, and wherever he touches, there is a sword.

On tiptoe, with a "boom", the war horse under his feet was trampled down by Lin Doujiu, the whole war horse struggled, let out a wail, but it could not stand up again, it was firmly stepped on by Lin Doujiu, and the four hooves had been broken from the break.

He continued to draw his sword, and the long sword stabbed out, like a violent storm, and ignited the bodies of Xianbei cavalry or war horses that came towards him. Stabbed out, retracted, the eyesight of many Xianbei cavalry could not see Lin Doujiu's shot clearly, and often in the next second, blood D appeared in their bodies, and blood Y rushed out. Just a second ago, they were dead.

Quick Sword. In Lin Doujiu's words, how fast a person's mind is, then how fast his sword is.

He jumped off the body of the warhorse, and his movements were even a little playful, but none of the Xianbei cavalry could laugh. What they saw was terror, it was Lin Doujiu who was still killing their companions at a speed that they couldn't see clearly, let alone keep up with, under their siege.

Not only was it fast, but their companions were falling just as fast, so fast that they couldn't believe it. And Lin Doujiu was still strolling forward, no one could break through his sword encirclement, until later, no Xianbei cavalry dared to attack him, because those Xianbei cavalry who attacked had become the souls of Lin Doujiu's fast sword.

(End of chapter)