Da Zizi is as beautiful as a demon, with a touch of evil in his eyes, he raised his hand and killed the little maid Huayu with a finger, as if he had killed an ant, and he didn't care. \ Li Ruoxi was inexplicably sad and indignant, with tears in her eyes, and stopped the impulse of the calyx, but she herself stepped forward to meet the demon monk Da Zi.
Mama Ye was entangled by the old monk Gu Mosh, and she was too busy to take care of herself under the old monk's fingers, and she couldn't rescue Li Ruoxi at all.
Li Ruoxi's pretty face showed a resolute look, the crystal teeth were secretly clenched, and the two plump red lips were pursed together, because they were too hard, so that two knife-like arcs were exposed at the corners of her mouth, revealing her stubbornness.
Although the enemy is strong, she can't retreat, and she won't abandon Mama Ye and Calyx and run away.
As a descendant of King Qin and a descendant of the old Li family, he has never been afraid of enemies, never afraid of hard fighting, and never afraid of death.
"Hey, a beauty is a beauty, even if it is angry, it is different, it has a different style, it looks unbearable, I can't wait to take pity on it in my arms."
Da Zizi's eyes were blazing, and he looked at Li Ruoxi greedily.
Li Ruoxi frowned suddenly, her small mouth moved, and her stomach churned, and she almost couldn't help but vomit.
She wiped her right hand on her waist, and in an instant, a clear light appeared, like a handful of moonlight, shattering the lights in the room.
It was a sword, the blade was only two feet and one inch long, one inch and six minutes wide, the sword body was extremely thin, and with a slight shake, the sword light flashed, like a flood of autumn water, waving a circle of ripples.
This is Li Ruoxi's weapon, the sword body is extremely soft and tough, and it is tied around the waist on weekdays, like a special belt wrapped around the small waist of Ying Yingyi, and when it encounters the enemy, it is gently pumped, and it immediately becomes a sharp weapon to kill.
This short sword is indeed a unique weapon, the name of the sword is "Qiushui", it is rumored that it is the last work of Mrs.
Xu, a sword-casting master in the Spring and Autumn Period, which can be said to be a collection of his lifelong sword-casting experience, which can be called a masterpiece.
The raw material of this sword is a piece of the wreckage of a big star flying from the sky, just to remove the impurities in it, it took three years to forge and refine, plus one year to cast the sword, one year to raise the sword, before it was completed.
It was night, as soon as this sword was born, I saw a flood of autumn water on the sword body, shining like the moon and stars, and there was a bright moon in the meantime, which reflected each other with the bright moon in the sky, which resonated When Mrs.
Xu saw this, she didn't look proud, she sighed, smashed the sword-casting furnace, and went into hiding with the sword, and never knew where to go.
After five years, it took a Qiushui sword to be cast, but it became the swan song of a generation of sword-casting genius Mrs.
Xu, and this sword disappeared and was never born.
Until the end of the Sui Dynasty, because Emperor Yang Guangxing of the Sui Dynasty built the Grand Canal, built a large number of buildings, built a large palace, and then went to Goryeo three times, returned defeated, and died countless times, without any sympathy for the people, so that the whole world people were bored and complained.
In the eyes of the nobles, the people are like ants, insignificant, and no one cares about their feelings at all.
However, there is a certain limit to the endurance of the people, and once this limit is breached, then the next thing will be smoke and dust, and the sound of killing will be everywhere.
Princes and generals, rather have a kind In the past, King Chen Sheng at the end of the Qin Dynasty shouted out the hearts of all the heroes in the world, as long as the time comes, there is never a shortage of heroes and heroes with different aspirations in the world.
Overnight, how many heroes and heroes surfaced, recruited troops one after another, and each based on the city, an incomparably powerful Sui fell apart in an instant, becoming yesterday's yellow flower.
Li Shimin, the king of Qin, fought in the south and the north, and eliminated countless anti-kings, and when he conquered Dou Jiande, who was entrenched in Shandong, he wiped out a group of bandits on the way, and inadvertently obtained the Qiushui sword.
Li Shimin is also a martial artist, so he naturally saw the extraordinaryness of this sword, but because the sword was too short, only two feet long, it was not used by men, so he gave it to the princess Changsun.
Subsequently, before his death, the eldest grandson passed it to the Zheng family, the concubine of Li Zhizheng, the king of Qin, and the Zheng family passed it on to his precious granddaughter Li Ruoxi before his death.
Now, the Qin Palace's mansion has disappeared, and this autumn water sword has almost become Li Ruoxi's only thought.
In a sense, this is no longer a sword, but a kind of inheritance, from Li Shimin to Changsun, and then from Zheng to Li Ruoxi, after decades, generation after generation, the inheritance has not been broken.
Li Ruoxi had tears in his eyes, looked at the sword in his hand stupidly, and unconsciously a tear rolled down, dripping on the spine of the Qiushui Sword She shook her sword body and shattered a pool of autumn water, like lightning lightning, through the endless time, killing the heart of the demon monk.
The sword is like a streamer, and the clear light is dotted, just like the stars in the sky suddenly falling into the dust, outlining and smearing a hanging galaxy, which is dazzling and dizzying.
Li Ruoxi was taught by Mama Ye, plus she has a stubborn temperament, and has worked a lot of hard work since she was a child, and her cultivation and comprehension of swordsmanship are far more than Mama Ye in the same year.
Even compared with today's Mama Ye, in terms of kendo alone, Mama Ye has almost attained the true meaning of Mama Ye.
A sword stabbed out, coupled with her dusty temperament, can be said to be incredibly beautiful, for any infatuated man in the world, he would rather be the soul of her sword than bear to destroy.
However, standing in front of her at this moment is not an infatuated man, but a little monk, or a demon monk, who is ruthless and does not know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.
Da Zizi stood still, without the slightest intention of dodging, but raised his right hand, his five fingers made a flower-shape, and suddenly the curved middle finger flicked violently "Zheng" A crisp sound of gold and iron sounded, and the voice was long and enduring.
Li Ruoxi only felt a strong force hit the tip of the sword, and the Qiushui Sword seemed to be overwhelmed, starting from the tip of the sword, the entire sword body was bent into an exaggerated form.
This is not the end, the Qiushui Sword is extremely curved, and it still does not leak the amazing power of Da Free, and the remaining strength is endless, and it is transmitted to her hand along the sword body, and the right hand holding the sword is like being stabbed by a needle, and the Qiushui Sword almost flies out of his hand.
This is terrifying, not only Li Ruoxi was frightened, but even Zhao Wudi, who was a bystander, didn't expect that the skills of this demon's little monk would be so pure.
Zhao Wushu couldn't help but condense his eyes into a line, looking at Da Zizi, even his hands were inadvertently clenched tightly, and his heart was full of fighting intent, wanting to fight with the demon monk.
Li Ruoxi took three steps back, and only then did he dissolve the power of great freedom, his teeth clenched, and a wisp of red blood slowly oozed out, dripping on the white snow skin, which was extremely eye-catching.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness in her heart, and her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her face became solemn.
She couldn't help but sigh secretly in her heart, she couldn't imagine that she still underestimated the cultivation of the demon monk, the gap between them was too big, what should she do next: