Song Jiao frowned slightly. As a colleague of the past, she had of course seen Liu Dazheng take action and Liu Dazheng's sword. As the most outstanding disciple of the previous generation of Zhongnan Mountain, the other party had the reputation of the first sword in the Central Plains, and of course she would not use a kitchen knife.

Moreover, in Song Jiao's eyes, the kitchen knife in Liu Dazheng's hand was too ugly no matter how you look at it. The blade was not big or small, dark and dull. There were two pieces of wood on both sides of the knife handle, wrapped in gray cloth strips. No matter how you look at it, it was just an ordinary kitchen knife, and it had nothing to do with magic tools.

Isn't it a joke to use such weapons - just called weapons - to fight against the Buddhist monk who can use such a magic trick of the flower and leaf barrier?

Song Jiao had bad eyes, but she didn't say much. She had never liked this man in front of her with dark skin, rich muscles, rough face and dull temperament. But she knew that Liu Dazheng would not joke, let alone joke at such a time.

When Liu Dazheng walked out of the yard, four people appeared on the roof of the opposite house one after another.

Li Keyong, the leader, stood with his hands behind his back, with a look of disdain. When anyone saw him, he would feel that this was not an ordinary person. He had a kingly temperament that looked down on the people, and was extremely sharp. This temperament was not obtained for nothing, it required a lot of accumulation of extraordinary experiences.

Monk Huiming stood beside Li Keyong, holding a magic wand in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were calm and his cassock was bright, like a holy white lotus, with the power to purify people's hearts.

The other two, an old man and a middle-aged man, stood outside the sides. Although they were speechless, their breath was long and steady, and they had a master's style. They must be a high-level monk in Qi training.

As long as four such people do not break into the palace and military power, they are afraid that the world will be so big that there are few places that they cannot go to. Even Chang'an City can come and go as long as they do not cause any disaster.

When Li Keyong saw Li Ye, a hint of anger appeared on his face, but this hint of anger was soon replaced by the pleasure of revenge. He looked at Li Ye jokingly, with a smile on his face as Zhizhu held: "Why didn't Your Highness An run?"

Li Ye, who was standing in the yard, chuckled: "I'm also very strange. Why didn't you run away when you see me? Perhaps it's a common problem for some people to cure the scars?"

"You are so arrogant!" Li Keyong snorted coldly, "I'm lucky enough to beat me in the Prince Consort's Mansion, and I really think I'm better than me? If so, you'll be too naive!"

Li Ye smiled and said, "I think you probably want to say that you did not use all your strength in the Prince Consort's Mansion. As a person who is used to fighting on the battlefield, life-and-death battle is your best, not a fight. As the most outstanding genius in Zhenwu, you still have many magical tools and secret techniques that are not suitable for people to take them out, so it was a lucky thing that I could defeat you that day."

Li Ke raised his eyebrows: "King An is aware of himself. However, it is too late for you to realize this now, because even if you beg for mercy now, I don't plan to let you go!"

Li Ye curled his lips: "So much, I actually want to tell you that if you want to die, then hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Li Ye! Don't be arrogant!" Li Ke calmed down, "Today, you are dead!"

After saying that, he shook his sleeves: "Go!"

The middle-aged man behind him shook his wrist when he heard this, took out a huge slash sabre, jumped up from the roof, and slashed hard at the courtyard with a knife from the air.

The sword was full of green light, and the sword energy spread five feet, as if even the mountains could be split. His sword was simple and unpretentious, but the force was strong. As soon as the sword energy appeared, a cold murderous aura came towards him, as if the sword had killed countless people, and countless unjust souls were condensed on the sword.

This middle-aged man was originally a general of Zhenwu Army, and his actions were naturally extremely cruel. He slashed with a slash of indomitable momentum. Everyone felt great pressure, as if they had seen thousands of troops roared and rushed towards him.

"Break the formation and slash!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly. As he spoke, his aura rose to another level, "Do you die!"

Shangguan Qingcheng, who was standing beside Li Ye, had a solemn and awe-like look. He was also a martial arts general on the battlefield. She knew very well that the power of this sword contained was the realm she had worked hard to pursue.

"If there is no blessing of the battle formation, the formation of 300 people can also be defeated with one sword!" Shangguan Qingcheng said in a deep voice. The three hundred soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp edges on the battlefield were already an extraordinary force. Not to mention anything else, the gangs on the Wei River, with the commander and commander, could crush them all the way.

Wang Li showed fear on his face: "The generals on the battlefield have the most killing aura. Compared with the monks in the martial arts world, there is a lot of courage and diligence, and a sacrificial spirit. Fighting on the battlefield can best hone the murderous aura. This statement is indeed true!"

Li Ye didn't say anything. Seeing that Song Jiao's face was always dull, he didn't seem to think that Liu Dazheng would be defeated, so he felt a little relieved.

The burly man holding a kitchen knife in front of the courtyard gate faced the other party's powerful sword, and an indescribable feeling appeared on his face. Perhaps, seeing this sword, Li Xian's personal military commander remembered the passionate scenes of fighting on the battlefield in the past, or perhaps, he saw the scene where he had used this move countless times.

In any case, Liu Dazheng stepped on the ground and rose up from the ground.

The place where he stepped on his back left a large pit with a diameter of three feet and a depth of several inches.

Facing the sword energy that could really break the formation, Liu Dazheng raised the ugly and inconspicuous dark kitchen knife in his hand and slashed it across the sky.

With a buzzing sound, the kitchen knife trembled violently, which made everyone's eardrums hurt. A blue ray of craftsman flew out like a river spreading across the sky.

When the two sword energy meet, the five-zone sword energy is cut off in half and shattered in the sky. The blue color pie is only a little weaker and the castration remains unabated.

The middle-aged man who was falling from the roof suddenly changed his face and his eyes were filled with unsuspecting expressions. Before he could be surprised, he felt a crisis that he had never felt before in his life, just like Mount Tai.

He quickly waved the slashing saber and released another sword energy to block the blue saberry faced.

At this time, Liu Dazheng had already rushed to him, expressionless, and slashed the kitchen knife at his head.

The middle-aged man's facial features trembled and he quickly raised his knife to fight.

"Let you see how to use the Breaking Slash." Liu Dazheng's voice was not emotional at all.

The knife fell.

The wind blew.

The blue color practice is close-range and the sabre reflects the middle-aged man's panicked face with a very clear radius.

There was a bang.

The middle-aged man squirted a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards, smashed the wall of the house and smashed into the house, making a ping-pong sound. It was not until he penetrated the other wall that he stopped behind the house. He knelt on one knee, supported the ground with one hand, vomiting blood, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Liu Dazheng, who landed on the ground, looked contemptuous in his eyes. The kitchen knife turned around in his hand and put it in the back of the waist, making a free and freehand painting. He did not look at the middle-aged man anymore, turned around and walked back to the yard gate, standing with his hands behind his back.

Song Jiao, who was leaning against the door frame, glanced at the knife on his waist, and her eyes finally lost as much bad habits as before: "The knife is good."

Liu Dazheng's eyes did not squint and his voice was dull: "I know."

Song Jiao gave him a speechless look.

On the roof opposite, Li Keyong looked back at the middle-aged man's miserable situation, and when he looked at Li Ye, his face was not as calm as before. The old man beside him had a look of fear in his eyes and couldn't help but say, "What's the origin of this guy? He defeated General Zhao in two moves? What's the magic weapon he used? Why does it look so much like a kitchen knife?"

Among the three, the monk did not look back, and his voice could not hear the sadness and joy: "That's the kitchen knife."

Li Keyong secretly hated: "I was defeated by a kitchen knife and was so embarrassed that I was thrown home! Mr. Mo, what is that person's level?"

The old man said in a deep voice: "The cultivation level should be at the eighth level of Qi training, and it will not be higher. But this person's understanding of the way of killing is afraid that few people in the world can compare with him."

Li Ke said with a calm face: "Where did Li Ye find such a master? Didn't he say that since Li Xian died, he has been betrayed by his relatives?"

The old man said, "I'm afraid things will change."

Seeing that Li Keyong did not immediately ask someone to take action, Li Ye smiled and said, "Why, General Li, he lost the first place and couldn't hide anymore? Are you planning to retreat to the city and not be able to stand there and fight again when you choose a date?"

Li Ye was ridiculed by Li Ye for his best-for-war affairs, and Li Keyong became angry gradually, but he was not panicked. He glanced at the monk beside him and saw that the monk always looked as usual, he breathed a sigh of relief. Monk was his greatest reliance, and as long as the monk did not show any difficulty, he would be sure.

Unlike some worlds, this world is full of Taoism and Taoism, and the Central Plains are all made bigger. Although the power of the Shu sect has entered since the Eastern Han Dynasty and has been favored by the court, it has never truly grown and grown in the Central Plains because of the open and secret suppression of Taoism.

However, the doctrine of the Buddhist scriptures is very attractive to the people, so based on their doctrine advantages, they have gained a foothold in all directions. After a thousand years of accumulation, they cannot be underestimated until now.

As for the Tang Dynasty, the north was the most powerful area of ​​the Shimen power, especially the territory controlled by the Zhenwu Army.

In fact, the reason why the Zhenwu Army had strong military strength and strong cultivators was that it relied on the power of Shimen. The united Shimen and Zhenwu Army was also the greatest confidence that Li Guochang dared to be rebellious and infringed on the interests of Linzhen and violated the imperial edicts.

Li Keyong glanced at the courtyard. The situation of the enemy and us was obvious. He quickly made a decision: "General Zhao was seriously injured. Whoever holds the kitchen knife is sure to defeat the guy?"

Mr. Mo smiled and said, "You can teach him a lesson."

Li Keyong nodded: "Since the woman at the gate dares to stand there, it means that she is the guard launched by Li Ye. She must be very strong, Master Huiming?"

The monk's face was always as usual, without any change. He could be said to have a bit of solemn charm of treasure. "The other monks and monks can also take care of them."

He said this calmly, but his domineeringness had been revealed.

"Okay! In this way, I can concentrate on dealing with that guy Li Ye!" Li Keyong took out the magic weapon, but it was a spear covered with runes. He pointed the spear at Li Ye and shouted: "Well, how dare you fight me?"
Chapter completed!