The spring light is bright, the meadow flowers are fragrant, and the sword is approaching. What kind of small world is this? It should be so beautiful that visitors can linger and sing poems and songs.

However, the surrounding soldiers were indifferent in the fighting, with expressions that read "obedience is duty". They did not care about the ratio of one to one hundred. There were five hundred of them, and Yu Wuluo only had five of them.

The Prince of Qingchang and his troops, including the Marquis of Siping, were supported by the imperial court, as was the Prince of Zhaoyong, but the allocation was insufficient.

The two princes, who are self-reliant in their own troops, each have 160,000 soldiers and horses, which is more than the total of 100,000 soldiers and horses guarding the capital.

But look at what they are doing, turning soldiers and horses into their own private soldiers, killing without hesitation for their own selfish desires.

When Yu Wuluo pulled out her knife, the situation changed.

The harmony that belongs to her control appears. Even the masked swordsman who seems to be shouting can also hear it from his words.

It's more like looking for the descendants of the sect that the master has interacted with.

So what if five hundred people faced off against five? Yu Wuluo knew that after he unfolded his sword, the killing would come from his own hands.

She looked at the young or calm faces of the soldiers who were approaching step by step without fear and would not stop even if some of them were injured and died, and she felt intense pain in her heart.

It would be great if they could be used to deal with the changes caused by Lei Fengqi's improper position and his accession to the throne, to maintain the original order of the country and prevent the people from being harmed in the struggle for the throne.

However, they ridiculously casually took out a statement about "privately meeting the descendants of the deposed prince" and used it as a crime to arrest five of them.

Feiyutai transmitted the sound widely, but they couldn't hear it.

Their ears and eyes were blocked, and now they could only hear the voice of King Qingchang, and they were walking on the path designated by King Qingchang.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the masked swordsman approaching again. Yu Wuluo lowered the tip of his sword and said with a low voice: "I compete with you! But it's not about killing people, it's about not killing people. If you and I bring down these people, whoever kills less will win!"

"

After all, she didn't keep arguing with the masked swordsman about whose heart Qingfeng 108 Swords was.

The spring breeze turned fierce in her words and was infected by her mood.

Hearing this, Lei Fengqi, Zhao Tinggong, Gao Shan and others looked over and saw that Yu Wuluo seemed to be integrated into the Yanling Dao, with a murderous look on his face and a lonely look on his face, and a murderous look on his face while he was lonely.

Encouraging each other.

Lei Fengqi also shook his head and shouted again: "Brothers, I am also a soldier. Please listen to me. The five of us are all honest and good people. We have never committed any crime. Please step back and think about it.

Parents and family members, don’t lose your lives and let them cry and be sad.”

What the hell is this? One's own people are beating one's own people, and the fighting is really joyous. What does this mean?

Fang Chenggong, who fell off his horse and sat down, successfully rubbed his body on the ground and escaped from the terrifying knife more than ten steps away. He stood up and shouted wildly, his fingers curled up: "Line up in formation, the crossbowmen load arrows, kill first.

If you want to kill him, kill him first!”

The sword light circled towards him, and Yu Wuluo followed the sword and killed him with one strike.

...

Behind the rocks on the mountain road, Ruan Chenggong was stunned again: "She is so murderous. This Xiao Yu, I may not be her match."

He fell into deep thought, what does Yu Cun mean?

Could it be that for decades he had secretly envied himself for being both civil and military, so he let his granddaughter chase after him?

Zhao Tinggong blurted out: "Oh, fifth brother is such a fast knife."

Gao Shan was also surprised, but when he heard others were surprised, he was happy and proud: "Yes, my brother's sword skills are unrivaled in the world."

Miao Bao looked at him and thought to himself that the girl is good at swordsmanship. When will it be your turn to be proud? He couldn't help but said to himself: "Fortunately, after I tried it once, I never had any temptation to tempt you again."

When the sword unfolds, the person is the sword and the sword is the person. The integration of man and sword is the highest state that martial arts practitioners dream of.

But the eldest girl could not control the power of the knife now. The knife was danced by her, but it was carried away with her, and Miao Bao pretended not to see it.

This is already the highest state he has always pursued, the fusion of man and sword, or the fusion of man and fist, but he has not yet reached it.

Fang Chenggong's prestige among the soldiers was not low. The surrounding soldiers rushed towards Yu Wuluo with heartbroken heart and no longer attacked Miao Bao and the others.

...

The spring sun is beautiful and the grass is ferocious.

Yu Wuluo looked at the running soldiers quietly, and said sternly: "A group of dragons without a leader will have hatred, so we can see that we didn't kill the wrong person. The one who should be killed by Qingfeng One Hundred and Eight Swords, send him to reincarnate, so as not to mislead him."

Others are sent to death. This is a meritorious thing."

She stood up, and the knife was like a meteor, carrying her into the ranks of soldiers.

The sound of continuous blows was heard instead of blood flowing out. Lei Fengqi took a long breath. He almost thought that Xiao Yu would not be able to draw his sword for a long time after today.

She still prefers to knock the opponent unconscious instead of killing him, which is good.

He yelled: "Brother Zhao, you always boast of being both civil and military. This is a good opportunity for you to practice."

Then he looked at Miao Bao and said, "Uncle Miao, protect him."

The three generals, who were walking on thin ice as they entered the interior, were extremely careful and did not call out Zhao Tinggong's name.

With the sound of clear cries, the masked swordsman entered the battle group and fought side by side with Yu Wuluo. Lei Fengqi was temporarily relaxed and did not have to rush to escort Xiao Yu, and he could only escort Xiao Yu until he broke through the mental barrier and launched the Thirteenth Heavenly Way.

style, either to kill or to injure.

There was nothing left to do with him. The soldiers were bent on avenging Fang Chenggong and left Lei Fengqi alone. He took the two injured soldiers aside and interrogated them carefully.

Such a team of well-trained soldiers and horses should be valued by the King of Qingchang, which means that they can tell some things about the King of Qingchang.

Perhaps, the prince of Qingchang County colluded with Zhang Lin in Beijing to set off the enemy's siege, and after consuming the domestic soldiers and horses, he successfully entered the palace to take charge of the affairs.

This idea is also possible.

At present, except for Sipinghou, Yu Cun and Zhao Youlin, who can reassure Lei Fengqi, Lei Fengqi is suspicious of the rest of the mansions where his intentions are not revealed.

His interrogation speed was not slow, and he wanted to interrogate a few more people, but after interrogating these two, he saw no more soldiers standing around. They either groaned and fell to the ground, or closed their eyes and fell unconscious. I don't know whether they were fainted or really unconscious.

Awake.

Xiao Yu stood upright, letting the spring breeze roll up the corners of his clothes. His whole body was tense and still looked like an unsheathed knife.

This is not a funny place, but Lei Fengqi is not laughing or laughing. This is too fast, and his mission has not been completed.

He picked up a baggage next to him, an old blue furoshiki, which belonged to Miao Bao's horse. Before Lei Fengqi interrogated the soldiers, he took the baggage containing Xiao Yu's clothes into his hands.

At this time, he pulled out a piece of clothing from the baggage. The faint fragrance made Lei Fengqi's mind wander. This was Xiao Yu's.

After the fight, his new mission arrived.

Yu Wuluo stood on the spot, trying her best to stay calm. Looking up would help her regain her natural mood. She knew that the mess beneath her feet was just like that night when she cut off one of the ten thousand enemies with her sword, and the blood rushed to her face and body.

That scene can be forgotten, but it will still appear at a certain time.

In her mind, she repeatedly recalled the peach blossom forest downstairs, the exquisite dock of the Wuchen master, drinking the wind and tasting the dew, and the two cute boys trying their best to copy the guy, but it was two flutes...

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Chapter completed!