The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

On the side, Ziluan has been dumbfounded.

Beigong Boyu was at the peak of energy transformation, only Li Jing could deal with him.

But such a master was injured by Li Kuan, a lunatic. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe it.

The zhenqi in Qingxuan's hands condensed into a word "quick", but after thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong, and condensed into a word "deceitful".

Ziluan was startled.

"Quick?" "Crazy?"

Qingxuan nodded and withdrew his internal force.

Ziluan thought about it carefully, that sword was really as fast as a gust of wind, even she couldn't see much of it, and no matter it was the sword energy or the sword that pierced Beigong Boyu at the end, it was as weird as a snake, I don't know Where will it strike from.

Ziwei soft sword seemed to come alive in Li Kuan's hands. If Li Kuan had been stronger, the sword just now might have really killed Beigong Boyu.

Li Kuan's swordsmanship is not invincible in Tang Dynasty today, but it can be called incomparably exquisite. Even the master of swordsmanship of the great master, he doesn't give way too much, it's just that his internal strength is insufficient.

What's even more frightening is that it only took a few days for Li Kuan to go from being a good-for-nothing lunatic to now.

"Did he really only use it for a few days?"

Ziluan couldn't help talking to himself slowly, but Qingxuan didn't speak, and his eyes were on Li Kuan.

Murderous, but it gives people the feeling of a gentleman, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, obviously a handsome gentleman, but the smile outlined at the corner of the mouth adds a bit of evil.

Ziluan looked at it, and was stunned.

The proud son of heaven is nothing like this.

In the courtyard, seeing Beigong Boyu slashing again, Li Kuan stood proudly holding his sword, and shouted, "Well done!"

Beigong Boyu remained silent, but the hand holding the saber was even more forceful, and he had exerted all his energy.

Veins protruded from his head, and his hands were so strong that he was bound to chop Li Kuan into minced meat.

"Death to Laozi!"

The sound was like thunder, shaking people's hearts.

Murderous aura emerged from the Blood Moon Knife, as thick as ink.

Under the majestic internal force, the Blood Moon Knife swelled a circle in vain, setting off a bloody wind in the courtyard.

The terrifying knife is like a continuous mountain, thick and solid, if it is hit, it will definitely be broken into meat.

Beigong Boyu was serious.

The Ouchi guards said in horror.

"His Royal Highness be careful."

Li Kuan held his sword and did not retreat, but he did not use any moves.

The sword that blocked Beigong Boyu just now exhausted all his strength.

Li Kuan flicked the Ziwei soft sword lightly, scattered the blood on the sword, and said softly.

"A lion fights a rabbit with all its strength. Even animals understand this. Why don't you understand?"

"Beigong Boyu, if you had used this move just now, I would have died long ago. What a pity, what a pity."

"Today, you can explain here."

As soon as the words fell, the Blood Moon Knife had already slashed to the top of Li Kuan's head, and the aura of the knife made Li Kuan's hair dance wildly.

"Whoever hurts my lord, die!"

Zhao Zilong charged from the side with a long spear, and the cold light on the tip of the spear was as dazzling as a scorching sun.

This shot caught the Blood Moon Knife horizontally, Zhao Zilong did not move at all, while Beigong Boyu took a few steps back.

In ancient times, there was only Zhao Zilong in Changshan who rushed to the battle to help the danger.

The righteousness shakes the mountains and rivers, and the heroic spirit soars to the sky.

With a gun in his hand, Zhao Zilong has that brave and invincible posture, as if the god of war is in person.

Beigong Boyu was shocked, Ouchi's guards were shocked, Ziluan and Qingxuan were dumbfounded.

Everyone was stunned.

The surroundings seem to freeze.

One shot flew Beigong Boyu's Blood Moon Knife, and it seemed that he hadn't done his best yet.

This is too strong.

Zhao Zilong casually held a gun in his hand, held the gun in his right hand, pointing the tip of the gun obliquely to the ground, and shouted angrily.

"Whoever hurts my lord, die!"

The voice was powerful and powerful, with endless killing intent, as if it wanted to grab life and soul.

Beigong Boyu actually felt a little scared under this angry shout, and wanted to withdraw.

Before he could move, Zhao Zilong moved.