Draw the sword and draw the sword.
Drawing a sword is also a sword drawing technique.
A sword light was chilling, smearing Zhao Li's throat, with the heaviness of Dayan's spring and autumn, stunning time.
Behind him, the tall phantom in armor also drew his sword.
A huge sword swept through the void.
There seemed to be blood flowing on the sword, and the entire sunset under the mountain inexplicably gave birth to a disgusting bloody gas.
Zhao Li's face was solemn.
Standing lance.
I don't believe that you are just a teenager, and you can break my Zhao Li's lance after reading a book for half a day.
Swords and lances intersect.
With a bang, smoke and dust froze.
Zhao Li screamed, turned over and retreated seven or eight steps, and after dissipating his remaining strength, he looked at the young man whose sword had been unsheathed, how could it be that this sword was heavier than Yue Pingchuan's gun.
On the sword of the young man, is it true that there is a Spring and Autumn Period of the Great Yan Dynasty?
It's a life-and-death fight.
Li Ruyu didn't give Zhao Li a chance, and quickly attacked after the long sword was returned to the sheath.
Step out.
Take two quick steps.
Three steps to run.
Four steps to become a trend.
At ten steps, the young man was already in front of Zhao Li, and his long sword was unsheathed.
The warrior draws the sword--- the literati splashes ink and the tall armor phantom behind him also draws the sword, like the shadow of the mountain, the reader waves, splashes ink and writes.
Zhao Li's heart shook again.
The sword of the young man seems to be very simple, ten steps to gather momentum and draw the sword, it is so simple that it seems to be just a ranger who is practicing swords for the first time, there is no subtlety at all, but this sword is subtle everywhere.
No matter how you dodge, you have to face this sword.
This sword, ten steps and one kill.
This sword is still as thick as the years of the Great Yan Dynasty.
No blood returns.
Zhao Li took a deep breath and laughed, "Xiao'er An dares to bully me!"
” The long lance swept and replaced the defense with offense.
Zhao Li is confident that no matter how fast Li Ruyu's sword is, he can knock the young man away with a fish head lance before the long sword is on his body - absolutely no one in this world can slap a fish head lance.
Yue Pingchuan can't, and Li Ruyu can't.
Zhao Li's life, except for the aggrieved days of living in the shadow of the empress in Lin'an, he never wanted to accept the downside.
What Yue Pingchuan can't do, Li Ruyu can't do.
The long lance is in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent.
Li Ruyu didn't seem to be able to see the life-killing lance, he only had a sword in his eyes, only Zhao Li's chest.
With this sword move, Li Ruyu killed Sun Widower.
When killing Sun Widower, Sun Widower, who is not good at force, can also pierce his shoulder blade with a knife, not to mention Zhao Li, so this sword can stab Zhao Li, but it will also be hit by Zhao Li's fish head lance.
Li Ruyu did not hide.
Ten steps and one kill, this is the sword skill of a strong man who will never return.
Whoever lives and dies is a matter of moments.
When the narrow road meets, the brave wins.
Li Ruyu is not afraid of death, but is just gambling, betting that Zhao Li is more afraid of death than himself.
As a member of the Daliang royal family and sitting on the Western Army, he should not be willing to die with a young man like himself.
Li Ruyu was right.
When Zhao Li saw that Li Ruyu didn't dodge at all, ignoring the sweeping lance, intending to die with him, he sighed helplessly in his heart, this young man was more difficult than Yue Pingchuan.
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The hand holding the lance was loosened for a moment, and the figure took half a step back, and the long lance was in the rung.
Bang.
The long sword is bounced backwards, and the long lance is slanted.
Zhao Li took a deep breath and was about to smash the young man to death with a lance, but was surprised to find that the young man's sword had been slashed from head to bottom, so fast that people didn't have time to react.
Only a crosslance.
Without the talent of the third son of the Yue family to cover mountains and rivers, Li Ruyu would definitely not have the ability to slash down with a sword to stop the long lance, if it was under normal circumstances, it was likely that the long sword would be broken.
But today, Li Ruyu, reading "The True History of Dayan", and got the Spring and Autumn Sword Daigo empowerment of the blue and white Confucian shirts, and he gained a lot.
Although only temporarily.
But that's enough.
A sword slashes down.
The sword slashed hard.
On the illusory mountain invisible behind the young man, the scholar held a pen in one hand and carried it in the other, and wrote a word.
Li Ruyu's heart suddenly fluctuated, and someone seemed to have read a word in his mind.
A quick word.
It was as if I was writing with a sword, writing a quick word.
There is a rhyme but no shape of the fast word.
This sword was extremely heavy and fast, so fast that he didn't even realize it, so fast that Zhao Li couldn't believe it, and this sword slashed down on the lance.
The swords and lances intersected, and they all bounced backwards.
The next moment, the sword slashed down again.
The trajectory is exactly the same.
The teenager practiced swordsmanship and finally officially stepped on the threshold of kendo.
Li Ruyu also has words in his mind.
Snow words.
This sword fell like heavy snow, chilling to the bone, and at this moment it was like walking into the snowy mountains in the north of the Northern Barbarians.
Zhao Li could only continue to cross the lance.
Bounced again, and another sword fell.
This time it was the word "time", the sword slashed, and the next second it fell on the long lance.
Faster than fast.
Zhao Li became more and more dazed, and even a little flustered.
The three swords of the young man, in addition to being extremely heavy, there is still an indescribable aura, that feeling, very much like a calligrapher splashing ink.
It seems that he is facing not only a sword-wielding boy, but also a calligraphy saint.
It's weird, but it's desperate.
Sword after sword, the trajectory of each sword is exactly right, without the slightest deviation, and it is so calm that it makes people desperate.
And the scholars in the mountains behind Li Ruyu splashed ink and made up of words.
After the word "fast", there is the word "snow", followed by the word "time", and after the word "time" is the word sunny......
When the Qingzi sword fell, a ray of sunlight suddenly broke through the layers of dark clouds in the sky, like a big sword piercing the heavens and the earth, attracting all the grace between the heavens and the earth, and fell on the young man.
There will be a glow.
The young man danced the sword in the sunset, and the sword dance was like splashing ink.
The young man at this moment is like a saint on the bank of the Bianhe River, giving birth to a strange fragrance and the world is quiet.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a goose shadow, and the song sang to the sky.
This sword is seen in the snow.
Zhao Li was desperate.
Suddenly, I found myself in the trap of a teenager.
He gathered a sword in ten steps, and forced himself to take a defensive position in the same way, in order to create this situation - under the continuous sword splitting, he had no chance at all, and he had no strength to fight back.
If a teenager is just a teenager, this tactic is useless at all.
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But on the young man's sword, there seems to be a big Yan Spring and Autumn Period, which is as heavy as Yue Pingchuan, and a sword is heavier than a sword, so it's just that, but in addition to this, there is an incomprehensible aura.
When the boy swings his sword, he always feels that he is writing with a splash of ink.
I couldn't reverse the disadvantage.
Zhao Li was very bitter in his heart.
I knew that this young man was so difficult to kill, why did I bother?
I regretted letting the young man walk into this invincible situation, I knew it was so, and I would have killed him if I didn't avoid the thunder before.
As long as the boy does not draw his sword, he will die.
It's a pity that there are no ifs.
If you take a wrong step, you will take a wrong step.
If you want to kill the teenager now, it should be possible, but it will cost you a huge price.
At that time, if you killed the young man, can you still deal with the North and South Zhenfu Division and the Forbidden Army, as well as Zhao Sanfang's aliens?
Especially Wang Kun......
Thinking of Wang Kun, Zhao Li was completely desperate, it was already at this time, this iron-blooded prince still did not appear, and he was obviously said by Li Ruyu.
Wang Kun is waiting for himself to die here.
Zhao Li was resigned.
And when he saw the blood-covered old man in the short shirt also pressed on the embroidered spring knife, his eyes fell on his feet, obviously ready to help the young man, Zhao Li had no more fighting spirit in his heart.
When Li Ruyu made a sword on a sunny day, Zhao Li knew that the general trend had gone.
This must be the handwriting of those bullshit readers, this world has been stirred into shit by strangers, the power of the martial arts is against the sky, but the literati's pen and ink have the magic power of the heavens and latitudes.
It's ridiculous.
But if you don't leave now, when will you stay?
After taking Li Ruyu's sword on a sunny day, Zhao Li snorted, his blood rolled, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, he didn't dare to slack off anymore, he took a few steps back with his strength, and didn't say anything to save face, turned around and left.
Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood.
The young man's posture today, just because of his reading, and under the influence of the blue and white Confucian shirt, after today, when he falls out of this state of mind and the sword intent is exhausted, how much ability can he have?
Killing him at that time is like slaughtering a chicken and killing a dog's ears.
But Lin'an couldn't wait.
The empress calculated that she had expected it, but she really didn't expect Wang Kun to be calculating herself, without his group of ministers to excuse herself, it was difficult for only the officials of the Zhao family to protect herself.
Moreover, at this point, the empress must want to kill herself.
So I can only go out of Lin'an to Guangxi. was calculated by Wang Kun, it was better than being calculated by the empress to die in Lin'an - returning to Guangxi and sitting on the Western Army to be the king, this is the situation that Wang Kun wants to see.
It is also the best ending for himself now.
Fortunately, he had already taken precautions, and those people in the Qianwang Mansion would probably inevitably be liquidated, but Xu Qiuge and Shen Wangshu had already arrived in the western suburbs of Lin'an yesterday.
Take them with you and go to Guangxi to make another big plan.
Zhao Li's heart was desolate, and he went straight to the west gate with a long lance in his hand, extremely embarrassed, he never thought that he would be forced to come here by a small child today, which was a great shame!
Li Ruyu's sword was returned to the sheath, and he was a little regretful.
I don't know why, someone seems to be reading words in my head when I split the sword.
The first sword is a fast word, the second sword is a snow word, the third sword is a time word, the fourth sword is a clear word, and the fifth sword has not yet come out, and Zhao Li retreated.
When the snow is fast?
Li Ruyu didn't know what these words meant, and he couldn't understand the meaning.
But I clearly know that this is not the text in the "Official History of Dayan" that I read before.
There is a feeling that maybe when all the words are completed, it will be when Zhao Li dies.
Pity.
Zhao Li retreated without waiting for his sword to be drawn.
Li Ruyu pressed the sword, leaned his upper body slightly, and followed behind Zhao Li like an arrow from the string, wanting to leave this strange prince with a fierce appearance in Lin'an, the city gates were closed, and he didn't believe that Zhao Li could kill out of Lin'an City.
Above the sky, the blue and purple thunder turned blood red.
But they all fell behind Zhao Li, and it was difficult to kill this stranger who revealed his identity.
One man ran wildly with a lance.
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One man pressed his sword and chased after him.
The young Li Ruyu, who wants to end with a sword, the armor-clad phantom behind him that no one can see in the void, walks according to the sword, and follows the trend, the scholar who stands on the mountain, writes with a large pen and ink, and hangs the sky.
I want to write one more word.
When the snow is fast and clear, what will it be?