Ye Dexin felt that the sword waves coming towards him were like two mountains coming down, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. With a loud shout, the sword in his hand turned into a long rainbow and met him.

The sword style is sharp and the sword technique is fierce.

The spectators in the hall gradually retreated involuntarily. Many of the people who retreated slowly were pushed to the ground by the thrust generated by these two waves of air. For a moment, the seats were at the bottom, and the screams of people were heard.

Xiao Yun took a deep breath and gently pulled the little princess, put his left hand in his arms, gently hugged the little princess' smaller body in his arms. The little princess seemed to know Xiao Yun's kindness, and her face turned red and lightly

He gently pressed his right face to Xiao Yun's chest, and his left face and eyes looked at the two people fighting worriedly.

Xiao Yun held the little princess and looked at Zhao Huan sideways, but saw Zhao Huan holding his hands tightly and staring at the two fighting in the hall. He couldn't help but show a look of worry in his expression, and he came towards him.

He seemed to have not noticed the powerful huge wave.

Seeing that the other party used such a powerful move, the Seventh Prince did not dare to neglect it. He shouted, and the "Five Dings Open the Mountain" slashed towards him with a move. This move seemed ordinary, but it was really amazing.

The sword technique. It is just because this sword technique uses the power of thousands of strong men in Shu Kingdom to open up the Shu road in the past. One man is at the pass and ten thousand men cannot open. Both of them are accumulating momentum, and the power is really amazing.

Many people with slightly stronger martial arts stood up in front of their faces, and many people hugged the stone pillars of the hall, trembling with fear.

The Seventh Prince "attacked the Grand Priest" was as powerful as the sword, and its strength became stronger and stronger. Ye Dexin barely returned a few moves, and it gradually felt unstoppable. The Seventh Prince sneered, but the laughter was not loud, but everyone's ears were numb. This hand was exposed,

Ye Dexin's face changed drastically, and he attacked with a fierce attack. He fell on Li Boxin's side with his eyes wide open and shouted: "Why don't you take the second young master away!"

"May...is it you..."

Ye Dexin shouted: "The second young master is important. We are just a deceased person. We are not willing to die. If we implicate the second young master, will Ye be the sinner of my Great Zhou?"

Li Bosheng was hesitating, and Ye Dexin suddenly stretched out his left hand, accidentally covered his unpreparedness and pushed Li Bosheng's right shoulder, shouting: "Go!"

"Haha, go there!" The Seventh Prince laughed wildly, and the "huhuhu" three swords of the sword. Ye Dexin looked back at Li Bosheng and shouted: "Let's go!"

Ye Dexin seemed to be unable to bear it, so he turned his head and looked at Zhang Shixin. However, when he saw that Zhang Shixin was also ashamed, he couldn't help but feel ache. According to his thoughts, even if Zhang Shixin's martial arts were defeated, the Seventh Prince would be difficult to capture for the time being.

With the strength of the three, it is estimated that the Tartar prince is not an enemy. Although there are many military generals in the hall, when it comes to charging and striking battles, these people are good at fighting, but in such a competitive battle, these people are not as good as the Han people. But Zhang Shixin's face was

Pale, he was defeated by the Seventh Prince's big sword and was defeated as if he was brave enough. At this moment, Li Bosheng was forced to pull it, his face was ashamed, and he was as unaware of every move in the hall.

At this time, the Seventh Prince's sword skills became slower and slower, but his moves became more and more refined. Ye Dexin became anxious and thought to himself: "If Bo Sheng and the Second Young Master don't leave, they will definitely be captured. For now, I have to drag it to the death.

Living here is the prince of Tartar so that Bosheng and the second son can take the opportunity to leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, when I run out of my strength, how can I let me live with the cruelty of the Tartars against the Han people? We are alone in the weak.

It would be fine here. The second young master is a man who does great things. How could he die like this at the hands of the Tartars? If he dies, he will drive the Tartars out of the Central Plains before he can die!" Suddenly, his sword changed and his sword swung,

No longer has traces to follow, it is like a sword but not a sword, or a song but not a song. But it is easy to swing the sword.

Xiao Yun was not familiar with literature and could not see it, but he was surprised when he saw Ye Dexin's moves. Each move seemed to be broken, continuous, but also integrated.

The little princess was very thoughtful. She pulled Xiao Yun's bra slightly, pointed at Ye Dexin's sword technique and said, "Brother Xiao, is that man writing?"

Just like this, Xiao Yun suddenly became shocked and said to himself: "I'm really stupid. Look at your sword technique, are you a horizontal stroke and a vertical stroke? Is the iron and silver hook the brushwork? I'm a twenty-one

The man of the century is actually not as good as a little girl's eyes. It's so embarrassing!" At this moment, he looked closely and saw that Ye Dexing's sword skills were indeed different from before, without Li Bai's poems and Pei Min

The "three greats in a day" of swordsmanship are casually swept, and the swordsmanship is vaguely arrogant, but it does not lose a bookish spirit.

Xiao Yun was secretly shocked: "This Ye Dexin is really a character. He can use sword techniques into brushwork so easily. No wonder he could defeat me that day!" In fact, he didn't know what he did, the three sword techniques he was in a day.

Before learning sword, you must practice calligraphy. If you had not had decades of calligraphy skills, how could you do it in a moment?

"Brother Xiao, this person is gesturing, like writing a book. Although it is a bit messy, it is quite beautiful. I don't know what to write? Do you know?" The little princess saw it strangely and couldn't help but pull Xiao Yun.

She whispered in a low voice, seeing her father's unsatisfactory appearance, she had the upper hand when she was fighting just now. Although this cute little girl doesn't like fighting, the Seventh Prince is her only relative after all

Now that my relatives are safe and sound, most of the worry in my heart has disappeared, and my eyes are gradually attracted by the wonderful swordsmanship on the field.

Xiao Yun was so focused that he heard the little princess' questioning that he responded casually: "It should be Zhang Xu's cursive script, right?" The little princess has been following the seventh prince since she was a child and learned from the West. When she heard that it was Zhang Xu's cursive script, she stopped responding.

He started to read it carefully, read a few moves, nodded, and said, "It's indeed Zhang Xu's cursive script, but it's a little less crazy!"

What Ye Dexin used was Zhang Xu's cursive script. Zhang Xu once learned calligraphy from Chi. The water in the pool was black, and he sported silk books at home. This shows how profound his skills were. He was praised by later generations as "beyond the front and unparalleled."

Saint", Zhang Zhizhangcao in the previous life's "Book of the Book" volume, is particularly good at Zhang cursive script, born in Du Du and Cui Ai. The dragon and leopard change are transformed, and the green is out of the blue. It is also created in the modern cursive script, which is unique and unique, and is extremely broad.

No need to worry about anything. If the stream is long and flowing, flowing and infinitely, lingering back to the cliff valley, and being able to make a fortune." Ye Dexin's cursive sword technique used sword instead of writing, and the horizontal strokes and vertical strokes were also used to put the pen in a thousand pounds.

The swaying downwards, the writing is graceful and continuous, and the thrillingness of flying eaves and walls seems to be inaccurate, but it is actually done with ease.

Although the Seventh Prince is not good at cursive script, he learns more than calligraphy, and he can barely deal with every move and every move.

Everyone saw the two of them going back and forth. Although they were fighting, they were sometimes like a calm lake as water, sometimes like a turbulent sea, sometimes unrestrained, sometimes elegant, as if listening to a song of urgency.

It is like a small song that ripples gently in the comfortable rhythm. It makes people feel intoxicated.

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