Gongsun Jin didn't say a word, turned over and jumped onto the competition platform, and before he turned his head, he caught a long sword thrown by Qin Ruse in the air. Although Gongsun Jin is good at kung fu, his martial arts cultivation is not under Qin Ruse. But Qin Ruse's swordsmanship is not only in the Great Zhou, but also among the best in the five continents.

Today, she wants to compete with herself in swordsmanship, obviously not wanting to let herself win. Gongsun Jin looked at the sword in his hand and sighed helplessly.

Although the sword in Qin Ruse's hand is not the sword cast by Master Qiu Yan, how can Qinglian also be a famous sword of the Six Dynasties, and what she threw to herself is just an iron sword used by ordinary soldiers, who would believe it if Qin Ruse did not mean it.

"Today we are competing in swordsmanship, and we will not stop there." Qin Ruse's accent is on the word "no", it seems that if Gongsun Jin doesn't lose some flesh today, there is no way to eliminate the resentment in Qin Ruse's heart.

"It's up to you." Gongsun Jin didn't want to defend himself too much, and the iron sword in his hand was still in his hand, so he was ready to meet Qin Ruse's anger.

"Come on, king!" Some of the soldiers watching the battle below shouted loudly. But this sound of the king happened to remind Qin Ruse of Li Wenpei's delicate moan just now, and her eyebrows became angry for a while.

"Look at the sword." Qin Ruse said, and the green lotus in his hand had already rushed out with a stream of inside. When he was about to stab Gongsun Jin, the other party had a precise back and was more dexterous.

A flickering move detoured behind Qin Ruse and stabbed at the brocade bag on her waist. Where could Qin Ruse sit still like this, reversed the long sword in his hand, passed through his armpit, and pointed directly at the tip of Gongsun Jin's sword. The moment the metal sword collided with sparks, Qin Ruse volleyed a heel in the air, lightly stepped on the tip of Gongsun Jin's sword and jumped into the air, and then knelt down fiercely.

Gongsun Jin turned his head and rolled around to avoid the attack, and the heavy long swords began to collide continuously.

In this scene, Gongsun Jin should have made this qin like a seer, playing a trick of Tai Chi to calm the other party's mood. Helplessly, the other party's swordsmanship is really changeable, if Gongsun Jin only defends and does not attack, he is afraid that he will have been stabbed into a flower by the tip of Qin Ruse's sword. But his constant attacks made Qin Ruse's anger even stronger, and her attack became more and more violent.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, Gongsun Jin is a little too far from her.

"He's a dead hand." The crowd began to talk about the battle.

"Is this considered domestic violence?" Some people saw several ornaments on Gongsun Jin's body that had been cut off, and they didn't feel a shudder. Qin Ruse, where is this tantrum, I'm afraid this is ready to take Gongsun Jin's life. If it weren't for Gongsun Jin's desperate efforts to block, it is estimated that his neck would have been cut a big hole.

"I think the princess is going to kill the king's rhythm."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Thur, it's not what you think."

"I call you like that." Qin Ru Se didn't listen, and the movements under his hands did not give in at all.

In the end, she forced Gongsun Jin into a corner, and with a blow of heavenly strike, she knocked the iron sword in Gongsun Jin's hand away, and then stabbed Gongsun Jin in the chest.

She thought that Gongsun Jin would fight back, because if it wasn't for the restriction of sword rice, Gongsun Jin would not have been defeated in her own hands.

But unexpectedly, Gongsun Jin didn't do anything, and stood quietly waiting for her sword. When Qinglian pierced Gongsun Jin's layers of winter clothes, the cold tip of the sword trembled in front of the warm chest and stopped.

The two of them looked at each other quietly in late autumn. Gongsun Jin looked at Qin Ruse's eyes swirling, "Are you still angry?" ”

Tears blurred Qin Ruse's vision, was she angry? Of course raw. She was angry with someone else at first, and she didn't know that at a certain moment, she began to get angry with herself. Why should he be so nice to himself, why, this idiot.

"Raw!" Qin Ruse said unwillingly, threw the long sword in his hand at the feet of Gongsun Jin, and walked away. She couldn't stay here any longer, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold back the tears in her eyes.