The stream stone that fell from the sky made Li Ruochun's pupils shrink suddenly. The contemptuous expression on his face dissipated in an instant, and then he showed a hint of shock and a hint of doubt.

She could feel the pure and vast aura from these streams. It was not like the breath of the sword masters and sword saints of all generations left on the Shadowless Sword, nor was it like Shen Xiaojia's previous explosion of the Nine-Life Cat God remains in his body.

The breath of the knife light.

It is truly full of power, the breath of a master of the same level as her.

Someone is in the stream.

It must not be a temple prayer, nor the beggar who disguised himself as a sword and shield soldier of the Tang Kingdom. He is a peerless master like himself.

Who could it be? No matter who it is, it cannot be the person standing on his side, but it doesn't look like someone standing on Shen Xiaojia's side, otherwise this person would not hide in the stream, otherwise Shen Xiaojia would not be there at this moment.

His face was stunned.

Moreover, these overwhelming streams seem to be coming in a fierce and magnificent manner, but in fact they are just a test and a rough negotiation.

The meaning is probably only four short words, and it can be stopped in a while.

Because when the streams fell above her, they also stopped and hurried.

In the midst of lightning, Li Ruochun understood these true meanings, then smiled strangely, looked at the stream that was flowing gently, and said a few words coldly, "This matter is interesting!"

With his arms stretched out, Li Ruochun's eyes were cold, and a meaningful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, which exuded a more manic true energy than before. Then he continued to take half a step towards the direction where Shen Xiaojia stood.

The meaning is very obvious. This negotiation is gone. My great King of Tang Ji will not accept any threats from anyone!

Since the negotiations collapsed, the stones naturally collapsed too.

The manic and swelling dragon-shaped true energy and the peaceful and soft subtle Zen sound suddenly shattered!

Gravels flew around and water drips splashed everywhere.

However, no gravel fell on Li Ruochun's head, and no drop of the stream water splashed on the noble purple clothes.

But Li Ruochun couldn't continue to take the remaining half step forward.

A sigh of compassion came from the depths of the stream.

Because the sigh was very light, not many people heard the sigh on the street.

Only two people heard it, one was the majestic Li Ruochun, and the other was the stupid brother who was following the old man with tuberculosis.

The moment the old man Yang's stupid brother sighed, he suddenly stood there. After a moment, his expression became painful and twisted, and his whole body quickly swelled, like a ball that was constantly inflating, round, as if the next moment

It will explode.

Before reaching the extreme, Old Man Yang's stupid brother suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long breath.

A breath of energy that is more violent than those dragon-shaped true energy!

The majestic Li Ruochun was the first to be hit, and had to stop, support the dragon-shaped air shield that was protecting all over his body, and even retracted the energy pressing against Shen Xiaojia and Mo Chunfeng.

"Hold the anger in him?" Li Ruochun's handsome face suddenly turned pale a little, and he endured the biting and severe pain from the two sword injuries on his shoulders and legs. He said in a cold voice, "I didn't expect that you actually

Practicing the Sanzang of Yi Qi, no wonder you can still appear here... But I don’t understand why you appear here? Don’t you want Shen Xiaojia to die at my hands?"

The stream did not answer.

Old Man Yang's younger brother did not answer. After he vomited that breath, he fell to the ground and could not respond.

Taking advantage of the time when Li Ruochun was confronting the energy, Shen Xiaojia and Mo Chunfeng were able to breathe again, greedily opened their mouths, took a breath, looked at each other, and quickly flashed to Dao Chi's side, helping the voice on the ground up

The man said nothing and hurriedly retreated out of the street.

Success must be achieved.

Especially after seeing Li Ruochun's terrifying strength, he should retreat quickly.

Although Shen Xiaojia never expected that he and his men could really fight or defeat Li Ruochun, he did not expect that the gap between the two sides was so big. He couldn't help but wonder whether he was a peerless master.

Fortunately, the stones that suddenly emerged helped them hold back Li Ruochun's steps and dragged them to the moment they had planned in advance.

The sound of endless iron hooves in the city is coming!

What remains is no longer the war of oneself, but the harvest moment of the Daqing Youlang Iron Cavalry.

At this moment, the aura of compassion quickly returned to the stream like a tide, flowing down the river, quietly leaving.

Li Ruochun's frowning brows did not stretch, but instead twisted a little tighter, staring at the direction where Shen Xiaojia and the others retreated with a serious face.

A wolf-patterned silver spear came through the air!

A fierce horse with green bodies flew over here!

A loud shout exploded on the street!

"You must be punished by your son and you will die!"

The wolf patterned silver spear cracked the clouds and blew the wind, the green horse stomped through the cold sky, Zhu Huairen on the horse's back cried out with a sudden shout and shocked dozens of Lieyang soldiers blocking the way.

No one dares to step forward to stop him!

Everyone in the world knows that the General Zhenbei is good at using guns, but people in the world don’t know how Zhu Huairen is good at using guns, because all those who are enemies with it have turned into dry bones, becoming a simple result in the achievements of Zhu Huairen, the General Zhenbei.

Especially in recent years, Zhu Huairen has gradually retreated behind the scenes and asked his adopted son Zhu Guang to charge on his behalf. People can only stay in their imagination about the bravery of the general Zhenbei.

Until today, Zhu Huairen put on his armor and rode his horse again and stabbed this amazing shot, everyone woke up and realized that Zhu Huairen was not only good at fighting in battles, but also a peerless master who could already be on par with the Empress Sword Saint.

And the one who met Zhu Huairen with a stunning shot happened to be a peerless master hiding behind the scenes.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the brave will win when we meet on a narrow road.

Therefore, Li Ruochun did not dodge when facing this shot, but pressed his right hand on his belt, suddenly pulled out a slender soft sword, and then used the tip of the sword to press against the tip of the gun with luck.

Surprisingly, the soft sword was not bent by the wolf-patterned silver spear, and was as straight as an indestructible slender silver needle.

The fierce energy shattered between the spear tip and the sword tip and fell apart.

Zhu Huairen narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the strange needle-shaped object in Li Ruochun's hand, and said coldly, "What's this?"

Li Ruochun said a word with a calm expression, "Sword!"

There is a sword hilt, a sword tip, and a blade on both sides, so it is naturally a sword.

When the word "sword" fell, the soft sword suddenly became soft, winding upwards around the tip of the spear, and suddenly stretched straight at a certain moment, stabbing Zhu Huairen's throat at a very fast speed.

As his eyes narrowed, Zhu Huairen's left hand holding the bottom of the gun rod quickly twisted, and the wolf-patterned silver spear suddenly shortened three feet, and the spear head just pressed against the tip of the soft sword.

Almost as the silver spear was shortening, the green horse sprayed a hot wave of heat from its nostrils, and fiercely pushed its head towards Li Ruochun's chest and abdomen.

Li Ruochun's yellow eyebrows were frowned tightly, and he could only dodge. After all, he turned his left foot and passed by Zhu Huairen who was riding on the green horse.

A blood bead dripped from the tip of the sword and the spear!

Zhu Huairen stopped his horse and glanced at the thin red line on the back of his right hand, saying neither salty nor lightly, "It is indeed a good sword to be hard or soft!"

Li Ruochun turned around slowly, glanced at the bloody color on his right shoulder, and said expressionlessly, "It can be long or short, it is also a good gun!"

Shen Xiaojia and the other two, who were standing in the distance to watch the battle, realized that Li Ruochun's most powerful method was not the dragon-shaped true energy, but the thin sword that was wrapped around his waist, which could be hard or soft.

No one wanted to investigate and understand the King of Tang Kingdom, who might or might not exist, before. Of course, no one would know what Li Ruochun was best at.

The legend of the seven pearls of the divine dragon is widely circulated in the world, and it is rumored that the empress's technique is the dragon-shaped true energy. Therefore, after Li Ruochun used the dragon-shaped true energy, everyone naturally thought that it was Li Ruochun's best.

Strong means.

After all, the dragon-shaped true energy is powerful enough, so why waste time and energy on other martial arts?

Zhu Huairen wiped the bloodline on the back of his hand, looked straight into Li Ruochun's eyes and said, "What's the name of your sword?"

"Sad Little Sword..." Li Ruochun said lightly and seriously, "What is your gunshot technique?"

Zhu Huairen glanced softly at Yan Qi lying on the ground, licked his lips and said, "A Shocked Swallow, Swallow's Swallow."

Li Ruochun noticed Zhu Huairen's gaze and raised his lips slightly, "It sounds like there is a very romantic story... Is he your son? He doesn't look like him, your face is not as red as he is, and even a little black.

”

"I've been sunbathing all year round," Zhu Huairen held a gun in his hands and put it on the horse's neck without changing his face. "When he washes his face, he will be as white as me..." He pointed at ten points again

Li Zhaolie, who fought with Shi Yuandian in the past, added, "But it's not like the dead white on that sissy face."

Li Ruochun looked around and looked at the Iwolf Iron Cavalry who were cutting straw and slashing Tang soldiers. His eyes became even colder, and his voice said coldly, "The time when your gun appeared is right... When

The general of Zhenbei is willing to fall to being used as a gun?"

"As long as the result is what I want, it will be done. It doesn't matter who leads the process. This is the reason why I can't defeat it..." Zhu Huairen said indifferently, "And, my gun is just waiting for it."

You...or your sister. To be honest, I hope that the one who stands here today is your sister."

"I also hope that the relative of your family standing opposite me..." Li Ruochun sighed, glanced at Li Tianmang and the other two who were gradually falling into a disadvantage, and looked at Zhu Huairen with a squinted look, "You can't kill them all, you are also in your heart.

Don’t want to kill everyone…why should we both stop and talk about the conditions?”

"Sorry, I'm used to talking after the fight!" Zhu Huairen pulled a gun flower and stroked his beard and said, "If you were unfortunately dead at that time, I would bring a pot of good wine to your grave and have a good time with you.

Negotiate terms!”

"If I die here, the whole country of Tang will be soldiers and head straight for your Daqing Kyoto! Or, your relatives will cut off your head, and your son and adopted son's head, put it in a box and give it to me.

younger sister!"

"You take yourself too much."

"You haven't seen the feelings of your relatives."

"I am not the only one who wants to kill you here..." Zhu Huairen said with great meaning, "You should know that I have been holding my troops before, and I have never sent a small team of cavalry out. I am very honest and honest."

Li Ruochun's expression was briefly stiff. She understood the meaning of Zhu Huairen's words, and also knew who wanted to kill her on this street, but she knew that this was not the time to pursue the truth about Bai Fengying being attacked by the enemy before.

He laughed and pointed at Shen Xiaojia, who stretched his neck to watch, and said, "I know, but he can't kill me!"

"It doesn't matter whether he can kill you. I just need to let everyone in the world believe that he killed you..." Zhu Huairen waved his dragon-patterned silver spear, kicked Qingma's belly hard, and suddenly launched another attack.

Li Ruochun raised his soft sword with a frost on his face and said, "If you want to kill me, no matter who you are, you will have to pay a heavy price!"

Just as the two were about to fight together again, a black shadow suddenly appeared in a corner of the shadow that only two people could detect on the street.
Chapter completed!