Everyone has their own thoughts.

The hearts of the people were attracted by the sound of drums from far and near.

In the middle of the trestle, the young general holding the lotus rod had already waved the lotus rod in his hand to the beat of the drum.

His posture is vigorous and agile, like a dragon and a frightening wind.

That move and style reveal a sense of bohemianism.

The lotus rod in his hand crossed a circle of cyan arcs.

The original soft texture, at this moment, seemed to be infused with the power of Lei Ting Wanjun and became indestructible!

The drums grew stronger.

His movements were rapid and violent.

Vertical, jump, jump, turn......

Thorn, slash, slash, split......

The silver armor shimmered in the daylight.

His handsome and cold face was as heavy as frost.

The dark eyes give a strong illusion.

It seems that time and space are turning, and you are in the battlefield of war.

The drums shook the sky, and the sound of fighting broke through the sky.

He slashed and slashed with one man and one horse.

The lotus rod in his hand is the sharp weapon that takes people's lives.

There are no tricks that are so complicated that they are dazzling.

His moves are simple.

Simple and brutal.

The knowledge he wants to convey to everyone is that no matter what move, as long as it is killing, it is not a pleasing thing to the eye.

The smiles on the faces of the people in the pavilion gradually disappeared.

One by one, they looked at the dancing figure on the trestle with wide eyes.

They are pampered and have seen a lot of songs and dances with a variety of styles.

At this moment, this alternative style of sword dance brought them a completely different feeling.

Everyone held their breath and stared, their eyes chasing the posture on the trestle.

On the other side of the trestle, the drums became more urgent, and they rained down like raindrops.

A sound, almost a roar.

It's like a battlefield filled with gunsmoke, when the battle is in full swing.

And on the trestle, the dancing posture became more and more domineering.

He barely touched the ground, and the load rod in his hand was even more impenetrable, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

The sound of drums, shouts, fights, the neighing of war horses, all in a mess, shocking the eardrums!

The general was one man and one horse, seven in and seven out of the enemy army.

The spear in his hand, provoke one enemy army after another.

Blood rushed wildly, staining the sky red.

The wails are everywhere, and the gates of hell are opened......

There were some less timid and less tolerant guests in the pavilion, and their faces were already showing deep fear.

Some of them can't even sit still.

It seemed that he saw the most terrifying and bloody killing in the world, and his whole body trembled.

Even the wine glass that Nan Wang Ye put on his lips froze.

The trestle in front of his gaze seemed to see through the trestle that many years ago, the years of conquest engraved with blood were seen through the trestle.

One after another, the soldiers went down, and between heaven and earth, there was an overwhelming blood.

The drums fell, and the general stood among the mountains of corpses, looking back.

In addition to the blood-stained sunset in the sky, it is the one behind him who will be successful and his bones are dry.

What about winning?

What about defeat?

In the end, it's just a handful of loess and a bush of grass!

Eventually, the drums will fade away, and everything will be quiet.

The man on the trestle had already collected the rod and stood alone.

A strand of ink hair drooped slightly, crossing his cold face, revealing a deep loneliness.

And the people in the pavilion were still immersed in the battle of blood and fire, and they did not come back to their senses.

The large pavilion and the cheerful banquet were shrouded in an inexplicable sadness.

It was an inexplicably heavy feeling that weighed on everyone's heart, and it was breathless.

Even Kangsheng, infected by this atmosphere, sat there with a depressed and depressed look.

It wasn't until a long time later, I don't know who came back to his senses first, and thunderous applause erupted in the pavilion.

"Good, good, really good!"

Nan Wang Ye stroked his palms and praised.

How many years have passed, since the saint pacified the world, and after he broke a leg and returned to his hometown, he has never had the passion of the year.

This time, it is the descendant of this surnamed Luo, a sword dance, which made him relive the passion of blood and fire back then!

Nan Wang Ye turned his head sideways and quietly wiped away a trace of moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"Nephew Kang Xian and General Luo's sword dance has its own merits, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, which really makes me wait for a feast for my eyes!"

Nan Wang Ye praised the two of them together.

But there is no need to judge who is higher and who is lower.

And Princess Bingqing was even more short of breath, her face was flushed, and her eyes were reluctant to leave Luo Fengtang's body for a moment.

Fang Cai's sword dance made her infatuated with him more and more out of control.

Such a man is the only one in the world!

She must get it, no matter what means are used!

The celebration banquet ended successfully.

After returning to the dormitory, the steward of the palace brought the bath soup and clean clothes with the guards.

Luo Fengtang asked the steward: "The celebration banquet has ended, dare to ask if the prince has any other arrangements next?" When can I return to the barracks? ”

The steward smiled and said, "General Luo, don't be impatient. ”

"This time, the generals from all parties who received the military order to come to Licheng for the banquet have been uniformly resettled."

"There are other things later, which will be announced later."

After the steward left, Luo Fengtang turned around in the house irritably.

Before going out, he also promised Qing'er that he would rush back to spend the Chinese Valentine's Day with her.

Military orders are like mountains.

It seems that this time, he is going to break his promise again.

The backyard of the palace, the boudoir of the lord of Bingqing.

Bing Qing's eyebrows fluttered and she told Princess Nan about Luo Fengtang's sword dance at the previous celebration banquet.

Speaking of excitement, Bingqing's face turned red, as if he was drunk.

Those eyes are so obsessed that they can't hold anything else.

Princess Nan listened with a smile, and when she left Bingqing's residence, Princess Nan came to Prince Nan's study.

Nan Wang Ye sat behind his desk, looking at a sword in front of him.

Princess Nan recognized that the sword was the one that accompanied Prince Nan in the southern expedition and the northern war.

Many years have passed, and the prince has never touched the sword again.

"Lord Wang."

Princess Nan called softly and came to Prince Nan's side.

Nan Wang Ye pressed his hands on the sword and stroked inch by inch, just like caressing his own child.

Hearing Princess Nan's voice, he raised his head.

"What?" He asked.

Princess Nan sighed lightly: "I just came from Qing'er, you should know what it is." ”

Hearing this, Nan Wang Ye was stunned, and then suddenly he was stunned.

There was a kind of appreciation on his face.

"Qing'er has a good eye, Luo Fengtang's kid is extraordinary, and he has won my heart!"

"If you recruit him to be a quick son-in-law, it will be a beautiful thing!" Nan Wang Ye said.

Princess Nan groaned, "Marriage is a lifelong thing, and you can't rush to marry just because that person can dance swords and has the ability." ”

"A man's character is very important."

"Qing'er is my only daughter, and I don't want her to trust someone else."

"Qing'er is now determined to marry Luo Fengtang, at the very least, we have to find out if he has a wife and children in his family!" Princess Nan said.