Before the beginning of winter, there was another heavy snowfall, and this graceful woman in Tai'an City was covered with a white fox fur.
In the past half a decade, the capital city has been in a state of commotion, and various awards and promotions have continued, which are more than the rewards given by the imperial court in the previous three years combined.
There was also a sensation when the two princesses of Beiliang boldly killed the imperial disciples and insulted You Jijiu.
It is said that after the imperial incident, the right priest named Shin Saburo never left the house again, and he did not even attend the morning court these days. If a colleague hadn't come to visit him, he might have thought that the right priest could not bear the insult and hanged himself.
Then Murong Shuangkui suddenly appeared and slapped the master Ouchi to death with one palm. We talked and laughed happily again at Maweipo Station, which made many young ladies secretly express their love.
In addition, another grand event that caused a sensation in the capital soon took place.
Chen Yu, who is known as "the beauty is as beautiful as jade and the sword is like rainbow", is competing with Wen Hua, a local ranger who has lost three times in three battles, in a sword competition at Yingying Tower.
At this time, under the Ying Ying Terrace, no one knew how many people had gathered to watch the fun. There are both dignitaries and martial arts figures, and most of them are ordinary people.
Just as the snow started to fall, Chen Yu, wearing a wooden hairpin and plain clothes, floated over, her clothes and sleeves flying, like a fairy on the waves. In an instant, the entire Yingying Tower fell silent, leaving only the sound of slightly rapid breathing.
If we really want to say that the most sensational swordsman in the capital in the past year is not the enemies Qi Jiajie and Bai Jiangshan, nor is it Wen Busheng who has just recently emerged as a new force, it is the beautiful swordsman Chen Yu in front of him.
This woman had only been in Beijing for a year. It was said that she had inextricable connections with the royal family and the Qintian Prison. Some people had seen her entering the palace alone, and some had seen her chatting and laughing with the queen.
The reason why this woman is so famous is naturally inseparable from her stunning face. Rouge Ping No. 3, who was born some time ago, adds a lot to her beauty.
Of course, as a female swordsman, her swordsmanship cannot be too bad.
Wen Hua used two swords every time he drew his sword. In addition to Wen Busheng, some people also gave him the nickname Wen Two Swords.
If it weren't for the reputation of "Beauty is like jade, sword is like rainbow", I am afraid that this beauty Chen would also be called "Chen Sanjian".
Since she entered the capital, it seems that she has only used three swords from beginning to end, and it is rare to see her use swordsmanship other than the three swords.
Of course, she can also be called "Chen Yijian" because she can determine the outcome with one sword almost every time, and will only use the next two swords when encountering extremely difficult masters.
The power of those three swords is truly superb, and Jun is the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
It is said that Qi Jiajie, the best swordsman in the capital, fought against her for the first time. He was caught off guard and almost lost to these three swords.
The three swords are called Liuguang, Qingcheng, and Annihilation.
Chen Jianxian is especially familiar with the use of "Liuguang". When the sword is used, thousands of streams of light are like flying giants, so he is also known as "Beauty is like jade, sword is like rainbow".
At this time, the beauty ranked third in Rouge's evaluation stood on the eagle platform, holding a sword.
But her hair was like clouds, her eyes were like water, and she was so beautiful without the slightest hint of fireworks, she was like a banished fairy in the sky. No matter who it is, as long as they come in front of her, they can't help but be intimidated by her elegant and graceful aura, and soon feel ashamed of themselves. It makes people want to get close to her, but they don't dare to get too close.
Immediately afterwards came the careless Wen Wesheng.
This guy knew that today's date was with the beauty ranked third in Rouge's rating, so he finally changed into a less sleazy and glamorous outfit.
Wen Busheng was first defeated by Cuihua, the sword attendant of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, and then by Qi Jiajie, the master of swordsmanship in the capital. He was defeated by Bai Jiangshan in Dongyue Jianchi three times. He failed to win even once. He lost in disgrace. In addition, his appearance and demeanor were not pleasing to the eye, so he could not win a woman. favor. However, it is extremely popular among the common people, and even many soldiers and soldiers take a high look at it.
When Wen Hua slowly climbed onto the eagle-pressing platform with a wooden sword in his hand, some of the onlookers shouted angrily, "Wen Bu Sheng is going to lose again this time."
The down-and-out swordsman named Wen cursed, 'Fuck you! ’ Most of the women who were watching the battle frowned in disgust, but the rough old men cheered loudly.
Wen Busheng often made indecent moves before competitions, but the woman in front of him who was rated third in Rouge was so beautiful and cold that he stopped abruptly, scratched his head, and laughed and said: "A good man will not follow a woman. Fight, you draw the sword first."
In the past, this down-and-out swordsman would have been verbally frivolous when he saw a woman, and he would not change his mind even after being beaten up and bruised.
But now I already have a woman I like, and she is watching from the audience, so I can't "cheat" in front of her no matter what.
"If I draw my sword, you will have no chance to draw it." Chen Yu's tone was cold, his clothes were fluttering, and he looked like a peerless swordsman.
"Hey, I won't be polite then, be careful."
Wen Hua chuckled, with a bit of a vulgar air, and suddenly stabbed Chen Yu with the wooden sword at his waist.
They have lost three games and they have to come back no matter what. The nickname Wen Bu Sheng is really embarrassing.
There was a sudden booing below.
Apparently he was dissatisfied with Wen Busheng being the first to strike a sword at a woman.
No matter what, he should be a little manly and let the female swordsman make two moves first.
Wen Hua snorted in his heart, a bunch of idiots have joined the world, so who cares about men and women.
Besides, what's wrong with women? Cuihua is also a woman. Even with a wooden sword, she can knock Wen Hua all over his head.
Uh-huh! !
The wooden sword pierced the air and the air buzzed.
Although Wen Hua only learned two swords, he practiced them with great proficiency.
At this time, the wooden sword thrust out, instantly sucking out all the air within a ten-foot radius, and the space seemed to collapse layer by layer.
Chen Yu only felt a slight tightness in his chest and a sense of sluggishness.
He secretly sighed in his heart, it was indeed a big deal that Wen Hua could achieve such a reputation with a wooden sword.
The female sword fairy raised her wrist, raised her scabbard in the air, and used it like an iron rope to block the river. She blocked the wooden sword so easily.
Wen Hua drank, turned his wrist, and moved the sword according to his heart. The sword energy turned into soft silk all over the sky, and it was like a drizzle of rain, falling all over the sky and covering Chen Yuzhou's body.
Chen Yu'emei frowned slightly.
Different from the previous sword, the sword in front of me was completely natural and had no flaws, as if it had descended from the nine heavens.
People who practice martial arts in the world are like crucian carps crossing the river, but there are not many who can really take this sword.
Chen Yuxun couldn't find the flaw in this sword, but if he wanted to defeat his opponent, he didn't necessarily need to find the flaw.
With a "choking" dragon roar, the long sword was unsheathed.
And the moment the long sword thrust out, thousands of dazzling golden sword lights suddenly erupted.
Although Wen Hua had already heard about Chen Yu's three sword techniques and was mentally prepared, facing this situation, he still felt dazed and dazzled for a while.
Looking around, everything as far as the eye can see is like rainbow sword light.
The sword light filled the sky everywhere.
Chen Yu's whereabouts could not be seen at all.
And in the dazzling sword light, there is an extremely tiny "dot", as big as a needle tip. Even under normal circumstances, it is difficult to capture, let alone among thousands of bright sword lights.
That tiny "dot" moved like lightning.
Wen Hua suddenly felt a pain in the back of his hand, as if he had been stabbed by a fine needle, and the wooden sword in his palm fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a chill came out of his throat, and thousands of streams of light suddenly dissipated. Chen Yu's sword tip appeared in front of Wen Hua's throat at some point. With just a slight move forward, Wen Busheng would die. die.
"I give up, I give up, the sword has no eyes, girl, be careful." Wen Hua raised his hands and took two steps back.
For Wen Busheng, if he loses, he loses, and losing his life is not worth it.
"Haha, Wen Busheng, you lost again!"
"I managed to use two swords in the first two times, but this time I only used one and a half swords. It is becoming more and more useless."
"It looks like a man, but it turns out to be a silver pewter spear head, hahaha."
"My hands are weak and my feet are weak. I can't even hold the sword steady. Could it be that last night was...hehe..."
Wen Busheng finally lived up to expectations and still failed to win the next sword fight.
Compared with the previous three sword duels, this time even the second sword was not handed out completely. Under the Eagle Stand, the common people watching the battle burst into laughter and booed to death.
"If I ask your wife to come over with a silver pewter gun tip, I will definitely give you a big fat boy in a year's time."
Wen Hua picked up the wooden sword from the ground and hung it back on his waist proudly. Looking at his proud look, it was as if he was hanging the most precious sword in the world on the waist of the world's best swordsman.
The women below blushed with embarrassment, while the men cursed. Some picked up rotten eggs and rotten cabbage and were about to throw them at Wenhua.
Wen Busheng saw the excitement of the crowd. He first bowed his head to calm down the anger, then jumped up and cursed when he ran away, and then disappeared out of sight, leaving behind a crowd of swearing onlookers.
Thus, this sensational sword fight ended with such a funny ending.
With Chen Yu's temperament, he couldn't help but smile sweetly when he saw Wen Wesheng running away in a panic. The amorous feelings at that moment were as bright as flowers in bloom.
Chen Yu looked at the crowd again, and she vaguely noticed an unusual gaze, which seemed to be somewhat familiar.
But she saw both men and women looking at her infatuatedly, obviously immersed in the charming smile she shared earlier. Maybe her senses were wrong, the female sword fairy thought in her heart. She embroidered her shoes a little and floated away. She was really as graceful as a thunderbolt.
"It's only been a year since we were separated, but you already have the demeanor of a female swordswoman. Her 'streaming' style is very impressive, and it looks like she's put in a lot of hard work."
In the crowd, a man in black smiled softly.
He has a handsome face that cannot be described in words and an extraordinary bearing. But no one could notice him, just for fear that he would be regarded as an ordinary spectator.
"Tonghuang, is this the woman you taught the Three Swordsman before going to Guangling River to watch the tide?" the woman in white next to her asked curiously.
"Well, that's her." Emperor Murong Tong nodded and said with a smile: "She is not slacking off at all. Compared with someone who spends three days fishing and two days netting, she is much more diligent."
Murong Wuzhu's pretty face turned red, and she argued: "I'm not idle, I practiced when I needed to practice." However, he said this with some lack of confidence.
She was indeed practicing seriously at first, but she realized that the gap between her and Yu Liancheng's cultivation was getting bigger and bigger, and she couldn't catch up anyway, and she didn't have to worry about becoming a burden, so she fell back into her old ways and became a lazy "home girl".
Of course, I still spend a lot of time practicing every day.
Yu Liancheng chuckled, wondering whether it was true or not.
The two of them dispersed as the crowd started walking on the street.
As the capital of Liyang Kingdom, Tai'an City is extremely prosperous and noisy.
Even though the two of them had been wandering around Tai'an City for several days, they were still able to discover many new things.
Especially the snacks sold in narrow alleys are no less delicious than those made by restaurant chefs.
Suddenly, Yu Liancheng froze.
"Tonghuang, what's wrong?" Murong Wuzhu asked doubtfully.
"There's something wrong with Chen Yu." Yu Liancheng lowered his head and thought: "Although I don't let her be a master and disciple, I taught her three swords, so she can be regarded as half of my apprentice. Now I have some troubles, I Now that I know it, I naturally want to help her."
"I'm leaving first. Wu Zhu, you can go shopping by yourself. If you are short of money, go to Weixiong for it."
After speaking, the figure became blurred and finally disappeared.
"Stinky Tonghuang, dead Tonghuang, you are running so fast, you are obviously forgetting your sister because of your lust!" Murong Wuzhu stomped his feet angrily, getting angry.
…
There is a mountain in the western suburbs of Tai'an City.
The mountains are covered with emerald green bamboos, covered with white snow.
Chen Yu, wearing plain clothes and wooden hairpins, climbed up the stairs, surrounded by green bamboos and white snow.
Those beautiful eyes moved around, admiring the surrounding scenery. Even though I have lived in this mountain for half a year, I can never get tired of seeing the sea of bamboos and the mountains.
It had just snowed, and the white snow covered the place, giving it a unique and unique feel.
There is a small lake as clear as a mirror on the mountainside, which is quite stunning.
And on the island in the center of the lake, where flowers bloom all year round, there is an exquisite small building.
There is a delicate bamboo raft made of nanmu on the lakeside. It is shaded by green bamboos and the bamboo waves sound in the wind, just like a fairyland on earth.
The owner of this fairyland is naturally the famous swordswoman Chen Yu.
Chen Yu took a raft and went to the island. Emei frowned slightly. There were obvious signs of someone entering the island.
She pushed open the door of the small building and saw an uninvited guest sitting in the room.
The visitor looked like a royal aristocrat, standing tall with his head held high, holding a teacup in his hand, as if he was sipping tea.
Next to this person followed two large internal guards whose energy was as long as a river. They walked steadily and wore imperial golden swords wrapped in yellow silk at their waists.
"It turns out to be the eldest prince." Chen Yu frowned, obviously knowing the person coming, and lightly opened his red lips and said: "If the eldest prince doesn't prepare for the ceremony of enthroning the king, why are you here with this little girl?"
The man in front of him is the current eldest prince Zhao Wu.
The eldest prince was once the eldest son of the current emperor and a popular candidate for crown prince, so the court gathered a large group of princelings in the early years.
However, Queen Zhao Zhi preferred her younger son Zhao Zhuan, and the emperor did not hesitate to violate the instructions of establishing a legitimate eldest son instead of establishing a younger son. As a result, the position of prince passed by the eldest prince Zhao Wu and fell on the fourth prince Zhao Zhuan.
However, Queen Zhao Zhi taught her children well, and there was no resentment between the two brothers in sharing their duties, but they were very close to each other.
The eldest prince Zhao Wu, who was known for his heroic spirit and the spirit of the late emperor, said calmly: "I will take you into the palace this time!"
Chen Yu frowned slightly: "Take me into the palace?"
"That's right." The eldest prince Zhao Wu nodded, with a hint of coldness in his tone: "Tianshi Mansion and Qin Tian Supervisor have calculated that you have the destiny of Yue Gui to enter the temple. The reason why they sent people to bring you to the capital was also to enter the palace. Be prepared. Now that I have given you almost a year of free time, you should be satisfied."
"So you are planning to marry me to the fourth prince?" Chen Yu's pretty face was indifferent.
The prince Zhao Wu looked Chen Yu up and down, touched his chin, and said with a smile: "Actually, you are the compensation given to me by my mother, but I want to give you to my fourth brother. Of course, if you are determined to marry Me, I don’t mind either. Speaking of which, I will also be the king of a vassal in the future. Based on the relationship between me and my fourth brother, I can be regarded as ‘below one person and above ten thousand people’, so you won’t suffer any loss if you marry me.”
Chen Yumei lowered her eyes, and there was a hint of chill in her cold voice: "What if I don't agree?"
Zhao Wu's face suddenly became solemn, and he stood up.
He was tall and powerful, with a royal majesty that gave people a sense of oppression. He said coldly: "Chen Yu, don't be shameless."
The famous swordswoman in the capital said calmly: "I have face, I don't need you to give me face."
Zhao Wu's face darkened, and he waved his hand and said, "Get her!"
The eldest prince Zhao Wu didn't take this canary seriously.
How much impact can a mere woman have on the general trend of the world?
But since Yue Gui is destined to enter the temple, even if she doesn't marry, she can only marry someone from the Zhao family. This is called rotting in the pot.
After receiving the order, the two golden swordsmen took a few steps forward and headed straight for Chen Yu.
Uh-huh! The long sword at the waist is unsheathed.
Both of them have the strength of nearly a second-grade minor grandmaster. They attack from both sides and cooperate one after another. The strength they exert is by no means as simple as one plus one.
Buzz!
A dazzling sword light flew into the sky, and the long sword in Chen Yu's palm was unsheathed. His grace was like an immortal, like a goddess descending to earth. Wisps of sunlight shone on her body, not only unable to take away any of her color, but instead made her more holy and flawless.
Sword light swayed.
There was a look of obsession in the eyes of the two golden swordsmen. They seemed to see the promotion of rank and title from the sword light, with the beauty in their arms. They were immersed in it for a moment and could not extricate themselves.
Three sword moves - Allure.
And at this moment, the sword light flashed and stabbed the wrists of the two golden sword guards.
Amidst the choking and choking sounds, the golden sword fell to the ground. The two golden sword guards turned pale and stepped back. They covered their bleeding wrists and looked at Chen Yu in surprise.
Chen Yu returned the sword to its sheath and gave the eldest prince a cold look: "From now on, I will have nothing to do with your Liyang Zhao family."
After that, he turned around and left.
"Chen Yu, do you really think you can get away?" Zhao Wu put the teacup on the table and spoke calmly.
Buzz! !
Suddenly there was a trembling sound throughout the room.
Golden runes appeared around the room, emitting a shining golden light, sacred and solemn, and full of mystery that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Under the golden glow, Chen Yu felt an invisible pressure falling from the sky, pressing down like Mount Tai.
Suddenly the bones of his slender body creaked, his knees were slightly bent, and he was busy using his sword as a support while using all his strength to prevent himself from kneeling on the ground.
"Now that I, Zhao Wu, am here, how can I return empty-handed?"
The eldest prince Zhao Wu chuckled, and a disc appeared in his hand, which was engraved with the heavenly stems and earthly branches and countless runes: "This is the treasure I asked for from the prisoner. It can be used to great effect even against top first-class masters. The effect, not to mention you, a woman of no more than second grade."
Chen Yu was panting heavily, dripping with sweat, his delicate body was trembling slightly, and his bones made sounds like fried beans from time to time, as if he might kneel on the ground at any time.
"I have always been very careless in my work. My mother taught me many times about this, so I am well prepared this time. Even if this array cannot deal with you, you will never get out of the island in the middle of the lake."
The eldest prince Zhao Wu walked towards Chen Yu step by step, looking at him condescendingly, with a cruel smile on his lips: "Yao Chongfeng, I want to destroy her martial arts, but there is a way."
"Of course there is."
An old man from Pojiao walked out of the shadows. His energy was very obscure. He was clearly in this room before, but even though he had practiced the "Cihang Sword Code", Chen Yu, who had a clear sword mind, did not notice it at all.
"But does the eldest prince really want to be like this? This female sword immortal is very talented. If she continues to practice as usual, it is not impossible to enter the sky and even become a land immortal. It is a pity that she is wasted like this."
The old man at Pojiao put his hands behind his back, slightly hunched over, and looked senile.
But this old man is the eldest prince's trump card this time.
This person was secretly worshiped by the Ministry of Punishment. Like Master Liu Hao, he was mainly a gatekeeper for Tai'an City. It's just that as a hidden master, not many people in the world know about his existence.
"Of course I want to abolish it." The eldest prince chuckled and said: "Neither I nor the fourth child have much achievements in martial arts. And this woman looks like a fierce horse at first glance and is not easy to tame. If you have murderous intentions, I will He Laosi Keke can't handle it. Besides, what we value is just Yuegui's destiny in the temple, as long as the person lives."
"I know." Old Man Pojiao nodded and said in a calm tone: "But do you want to abolish her cultivation now?"
"Well, I'll scrap it now. I'll take it back to the palace later and ask the fourth brother if he wants this woman. The fourth brother is very close to his younger brother and sister right now. If he doesn't want it, then I will have to accept it reluctantly. But this woman Her appearance is indeed not ordinary, tsk tsk, it makes people’s hearts move when they look at it.”
Zhao Wu licked his tongue. Now Chen Yuxiang was dripping with sweat and panting slightly. He was a little less holy and ethereal, and a little more tempting.
The eldest prince's heart moved, and he was about to reach out to hook the other person's chin, and eat some tofu first.
Chen Yu suddenly raised his head, his beautiful eyes seemed to be shrouded in frost, and said coldly: "Zhao Wu, do you know where my cultivation comes from?"
When Zhao Wu was glanced at by those cold beautiful eyes, his whole body became cold and he couldn't help but take a step back.
The sword intention of "Qingcheng" can make people sink into great joy and mystery. When Qingcheng is practiced to an extremely proficient level, reversing the sword intention can reflect the deepest fear and darkness in people's hearts.
At the critical moment, Chen Yu actually realized this level of sword intention and drove the eldest prince away with just his eyes.
Zhao Wu was very angry. He was frightened by a woman's eyes, and he immediately sneered: "Okay, tell me who your backer is!? In this Central Plains, is there any backer that can compare to my Zhao family? "
Having said that, he would reach out and belittle the other person again.
Chen Yu coldly uttered four words: "Emperor Murong Tong!"
"What Murong... you are talking about Emperor Murong Tong! How bold! You dare to collude with Emperor Murong Tong, an imperial prisoner!!" The eldest prince's words suddenly stopped, remembering the identity of Emperor Murong Tong.
He was the peerless master who ranked first in martial arts and rouge criticism, and he repeatedly opposed the imperial court. Not long ago, in full view of the public, a number of powerful officials were shot to death, which disgraced the court, but there was nothing they could do.
The expressions of the two injured Golden Sword guards immediately changed, revealing a hint of fear.
Even the lame old man is no exception, he just hides it deeper.
Under the pressure of the talisman array, Chen Yu, who refused to kneel down, had blood oozing out from her knees, dyeing her plain skirt red, but she still remained calm: "If I make mistakes, you Zhao family may still be able to sit on it." Although he is in the position of emperor, he will never be secure, and you, Zhao Wu, will die without a burial place."
Zhao Wu's expression changed again and again. He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly there was a trace of anger between his eyebrows: "Originally, I wanted to spare your life, but now you are bound to die. As long as you die, no one will know that it is me, Zhao Wu." I can’t move my hands. But before I kill you, hehe..."
After that, the eldest prince didn't even bother to retreat, but just reached out and grabbed Chen Yu's clothes.
Looking at the big hand that was gradually approaching, and that ferocious and disgusting face.
Chen Yu's beautiful eyes flickered, but he secretly gathered his true energy. No matter what, he could not be humiliated in the hands of such a slanderous person.
Suddenly, Chen Yu's eyes lit up: "Master."
The eldest prince, Zhao Wu, was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you think I am a child? You still want to use this trick to delay time..." However, he suddenly found that the faces of the servants and the lame old man had changed, and they were twisted, panicked, and... Fear was written all over his face instantly, it was clearly visible, and it couldn't be faked...
The eldest prince Gulu swallowed his saliva and slowly turned his head.
A handsome man with flowing black hair stood in front of the window.
Black clothes, black hair and black eyes, as far as the eye could see, the world seemed to dim, and was painted with a light ink color. The long hair and clothes were fluttering in the cold wind.
Quietly, Murong Shuangkui appeared.
The eldest prince suddenly felt that the blood all over his body was surging, but his heart instantly became cold. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Xiao Chen Yu, your situation seems not to be good." Murong Tonghuang walked into the room, stretched out his slender fingertips, and tapped a rune in the room.
In this regard, he did not use his true energy, spiritual thoughts and other powers.
But this point happened to be at the critical point of the talisman array's transformation, so the talisman array's light dimmed, and the compass in the eldest prince's hand cracked several holes, and finally fell into pieces.
The pressure brought by the talisman array suddenly disappeared. Chen Yu didn't have time to adapt and sat down on the ground, showing no trace of the demeanor of a swordsman.
The girl gasped slightly, raised her pretty face, looked at Yu Liancheng, and said in an extremely aggrieved tone: "Master, I was bullied."
The original image of the female sword fairy was shattered and turned into a little girl who acted coquettishly to please her elders.
Yu Liancheng waved his hand and said, "I told you that I am not your master."
Chen Yu looked even more aggrieved: "But..."
call! ! Before he finished speaking, a strong wind blew in his face.
But it was the lame old man who took action and grabbed Chen Yu.
The minister of the Ministry of Punishment naturally knew the reputation of Yu Liancheng, and he knew that he was definitely no match. He also wanted to capture Chen Yu as a hostage, so there might be a glimmer of hope.
"You have to look at the owner when beating a dog. The owner is here, but you are still so presumptuous. You have a right to die." A figure suddenly stopped in front of the lame old man.
The lame old man seemed to have expected it.
In other words, this is his true intention.
He just heard him let out a long roar, and thrust forward with both palms.
And during the process of pushing out, the originally dry arms suddenly swelled, and the sleeves exploded directly, and were blown into powder by the force.
In an instant, the pair of arms seemed to have turned into two heavenly pillars, with muscles bulging and protruding like steel, and the meridians moving like dragons and snakes. With his fingers spread wide, his palm-sized hands set off an unparalleled surge of waves, slamming towards Yu Liancheng's chest.
Compared with the hands of the lame old man, his appearance is aging rapidly, and his body is getting drier and shrunken like a hemp rod, as if all the vitality and strength are poured into those hands.
He was about to use these hands to fight against the legend of Emperor Murong Tong.
Boom! !
No one saw Emperor Murong Tong take action.
After a muffled sound, the ground shook, and large swaths of bricks were shattered and flew into the air.
And this first-level master fell and flew out, smashed through the wall, broke countless green bamboos, and finally his whole body was shattered into a pool of scarlet blood, which was horrifying to watch.
At the same time, Yu Liancheng raised his brows, and the two golden sword retinues who were preparing for a sneak attack also broke through the wall and flew out. After breaking seven or eight green bamboos, they fell softly and lost their breath.
"you you……"
The eldest prince Zhao Wu retreated repeatedly, his face was extremely pale, and he said hysterically: "I am the eldest prince Liyang, if you dare to attack me..."
Before he could finish speaking, an invisible but majestic force came down on him. The ground beneath his feet was shattered inch by inch, and his knees bent, sinking deeply into the ground.
The eldest prince yelled, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and the bones in his body exploded like firecrackers. He struggled to get up.
But instead of standing up, under the tremendous pressure, his upper body hit the ground heavily, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and panting violently.
Yu Liancheng stepped forward, stepped on the face of the eldest prince Zhao Wu with one foot, and exerted a slight force, causing the entire company to deform immediately.
The eldest prince realized that the other party was not trying to kill him, but was just humiliating him at will. He coughed twice and hissed: "Emperor Murong Tong, Li Yang will not let you go! Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated. If you have the ability, kill him." Got me."
"Tsk, tsk, don't you want to be the vassal king? Do you want one person to be subordinate to ten thousand people? This is unbearable. If you still want to achieve a great cause, you should die as soon as possible." There was a trace of ridicule in the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth.
"Master...Murong, is he the eldest prince after all..." Chen Yu hesitated because his knee was injured, so he could only drag his legs and stagger forward two steps.
"Chen Yu, since you are learning swordsmanship, you should not only learn the gracefulness and elegance of the sword, but also the sharpness and determination of the sword." Yulian Chengdao glanced at her lightly, his eyes as cold as a sword.
"...Yes." Chen Yu hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Emperor Murong Tong knelt down while Zhao Wu glared at Yu Liancheng, but his pupils only reflected the swinging corner of his black robe and a pair of deep eyes.
"I ask you……"
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