, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Everyone has their own thoughts.
Everyone's minds were attracted by the sound of drums coming from far and near.
In the middle of the platform, the young general holding the pole had already waved the pole to the beat of the drum.
His figure is strong and agile, like a dragon swimming in the wind.
Each move exuded a sense of unbridledness.
The lotus rod in his hand drew circles of cyan arcs.
The originally soft texture seemed to be indestructible in his hands now as it seemed to be filled with the mighty power of Lei Ting!
The sound of drums gradually became denser.
His movements were also rapid and violent.
Vertical, leap, jump, turn...
Stab, chop, scratch, chop...
The silver armor flashed with dazzling white light in the sunlight.
His handsome and cold face was as serious as frost.
The dark eyes give people a strong illusion.
It seems that time and space are spinning, and we are in a war-torn battlefield.
The sound of drums shook the sky, and the sound of fighting broke through the sky.
He came with one man and one horse to kill.
The pole in his hand is the sharp weapon that can take someone's life.
There are no dazzlingly complicated moves.
His moves are very simple.
Simple and crude.
What he wants to convey to everyone is that no matter what the move is, as long as it kills people, it is not a pleasant thing to watch.
The smiles on the faces of everyone in the pavilion gradually disappeared.
Everyone looked at the dancing figure on the platform with their eyes wide open.
They were pampered and had seen many kinds of charming songs and dances.
At this moment, this alternative style of sword dance gave them a completely different feeling.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, their eyes following the toned figure on the platform.
On the other side of the trestle, the drum beat became even louder, falling like raindrops.
A sound, almost a roar.
Just like on a battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, the fighting is in full swing.
And on the platform, the dancing figure became more and more domineering.
He barely touched the ground, and the pole in his hand was swinging like a rainbow with great momentum.
The sound of drums, shouts, fighting, and the neighing of war horses were all in chaos, shocking the eardrums!
The general has one man and one horse, and he enters and exits seven times among the enemy's troops.
The spear in his hand provoked one enemy after another.
Blood surged, dyeing the sky red.
Wails spread all over the place, and the gates of hell are opened...
There were some guests in the pavilion who were less timid and had less endurance, but their faces showed deep fear.
Some can't even sit still.
It seemed that he had seen the most horrific and bloody killing in the world, and his whole body was trembling.
Even the wine glass that Prince Nan put to his lips stopped.
His straight-eyed king looked at the platform in front of him, and it seemed that through the platform he could see the battle years engraved with blood many years ago.
Soldiers fell one after another, and there was overwhelming blood between the sky and the earth.
The drum beat gradually died down, and the general stood among the mountains of corpses and turned around to look.
In addition to the sunset in the sky that was dyed red with blood, it was the general behind him who had accomplished so much.
So what if we win?
So what if you lose?
In the end, it’s just a handful of loess and a clump of grass!
The sound of the drum will eventually fade away and gradually disappear without a trace, and everything will become peaceful.
The people on the platform have put away their load poles and are standing alone.
A strand of black hair hanging slightly crossed his stern face, revealing a deep loneliness.
But everyone in the pavilion was still immersed in the fight of blood and fire and had not come back to their senses.
The large pavilion and cheerful banquet were actually shrouded in an inexplicable sadness.
It was an indescribable heavy feeling that pressed on everyone's heart and made them breathless.
Even Kang Sheng, infected by this atmosphere, looked lost and depressed while sitting there.
It wasn't until a long time later that someone came to their senses first, and thunderous applause erupted in the pavilion.
"Okay, okay, it's really good!"
Prince Nan clapped his hands and praised.
How many years had passed, since the Holy One had pacified the world, and since he had broken a leg and retired to his hometown, he had never had the same passion as before.
This time, it was this young man named Luo who performed a sword dance that made him relive the passion of blood and fire!
Prince Nan turned his head and quietly wiped away a trace of moisture from the corners of his eyes.
"Nephew Kang Xian and General Luo both have their own unique sword dances. It's hard to tell which one is better. It's really a feast for our eyes!"
Prince Nan praised both of them.
But there is no need to judge who is higher or lower.
Princess Bingqing's breathing was even more rapid, her face flushed, and her eyes couldn't bear to leave Luo Fengtang's body for a moment.
The sword dance just now made her infatuated with him even more uncontrollable.
There is only one such man in the world!
She must get it, no matter what means are used!
The celebration banquet ended successfully.
After returning to the dormitory where he stayed, the palace steward and the guards brought mutton soup and clean clothes.
Luo Fengtang asked the steward: "The celebration banquet is over. May I ask if the prince has any other arrangements? When can I return to the military camp?"
The steward smiled and said, "General Luo, please be patient."
"This time, the prince has made unified arrangements for the generals from all sides who have received military orders to come to Licheng for the banquet."
"There will be other matters later and will be notified later."
After the steward left, Luo Fengtang walked around in circles in the room irritably.
Before going out, he promised Qing'er that he would rush back to spend Chinese Valentine's Day with her.
Military orders are like mountains.
It seems that this time, he is going to break his promise again.
In the backyard of the palace, Princess Bingqing's boudoir.
Bingqing was happily telling 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 were so obsessed that they could no longer hold anything else.
Princess Nan listened with a smile. After leaving Bingqing's residence, Princess Nan came to Prince Nan's study.
Prince Nan was sitting behind the desk, looking at a sword in front of him.
Princess Nan recognized that the sword was the one that accompanied Prince Nan in his wars in the north and south.
Many years passed, and the prince never touched the sword again.
"Your Majesty."
Princess Nan called softly and came to Prince Nan's side.
Prince Nan put his hands on the sword and stroked it inch by inch, as carefully as he was stroking his own child.
He raised his head when he heard Princess Nan's voice.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
Princess Nan sighed softly: "I just came from Qing'er, you should know what is going on."
Hearing this, Prince Nan was startled for a moment, and then suddenly realized.
There was a kind of admiration on his face.
"Qing'er has good taste. That boy Luo Fengtang is extraordinary and won my heart!"
"It would be a good thing to recruit him as a quick son-in-law!" Prince Nan said.
Princess Nan pondered for a moment, "Marriage is a lifelong matter. You can't rush to marry just because that person can dance a sword and has the ability."
"A man's character is very important."
"Qing'er is my only daughter, and I don't want her to be trusted by 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 or children at home!" Princess Nan said.
