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

"With mere strength in the area, you actually want to fight against the God of War, and you are beyond your own strength."

"The morning morning is over early today, let's go back to sleep, it's the most comfortable to sleep in the cage."

All civil and military officials felt that Li Kuan was insane again, they were too lazy to watch this meaningless competition, and scattered in all directions.

Chapter 35 Li Jing in the Civil War in the Martial Arts Field

Daming Palace, inside the training ground.

Li Jing stood in the center of the martial arts arena holding a saber in his hand, his eyes slightly closed.

On the saber, bloody air circulated, making the air oppressive.

This knife looks ordinary, but in fact it has fought with Li Jing for many years and killed countless enemies. It has long been forged with the blood of the enemy into a magic weapon.

With the sound of trampling horseshoes, Li Jing opened his eyes.

Jin Zun rushed forward, and the carriage pulled by eight horses came slowly, and the surrounding guards were airtight.

Li Shimin stepped down from the sedan chair wearing a golden dragon robe, and the dragon face under the sword eyebrows and starry eyes was majestic and domineering.

"Li Jing has met His Majesty."

Li Shimin waved his hand.

"You and I, you don't have to be polite. If it weren't for my poor health, I would still want to compare with you for that incompetent son."

After finishing speaking, he saw Li Kuan coming in wearing the prince's fancy clothes, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, with his head held high and his chest held high with the air of looking down on the world. At first glance, he was seven points similar to Li Shimin.

Li Kuan bowed to Li Jing.

"General Li, I am not talented. I dare to compete with you. I hope to enlighten you."

Li Jing nodded, expressionless.

He felt that Li Kuan was just putting on a show, but he wanted to show Li Shimin some courage. Li Jing was afraid that if he was not careful, he would seriously injure Li Kuan.

Yuchi Gong hesitated to speak, and finally sighed.

He thought that Li Kuan was crazy, and the competition with Li Jing was just for fun, but he didn't expect it to be real.

In the early stage of internal strength, compared with the military god, you can think of the result with your toes.

His Royal Highness is really crazy.

No matter what other people think, Li Kuan stared straight at Li Jing with war-like eyes.

"Lord Li, this crown prince knows that he is not your opponent, so he competes with you just to know how far he is from the God of War."

Li Jing suddenly thought that there was a sword mark on Beigong Boyu's head, although it was small, but a slight deviation would be fatal, then he nodded and raised his saber.

Immediately, the blade was full of energy, and several strands of Li Jing's long hair swayed with the wind.

The murderous aura is overflowing, making people feel like they are in the battlefield.

This knife alone had an astonishing momentum, especially the horse-chopping knife, which made Li Kuan's eyes shine golden.

This is a blood-related weapon, and for Li Jing, it is easier to use than any other weapon.

Although there is the Ziwei Excalibur now, it is only a soft sword, which corresponds to the impermanent sword intent. Although other sword intents can be used, their power is greatly reduced.

A good weapon is extremely important to Li Kuan unless he can reach the realm of no sword and no moves.

But there is no trick, at least the unity of heaven and man is required to comprehend it, and if you master it, you may have to reach the realm of immortality.

Therefore, Li Kuan was looking forward to the ever-changing magic weapon rewarded by the system.

These were just Li Kuan's thoughts for a moment, and then he took off the prince's fancy clothes, put on a black practice clothes, and pulled out the Ziwei Excalibur from his waist.

Immediately, the fierce sword intent was domineering and mighty, even with the meaning of madness, and there was already the shadow of the sword demon.

This made Li Jing's eyes more serious.

Moreover, Li Kuan used a soft sword, which is rare.

Li Kuanjian pointed at Li Jing.

"Master Li, before the competition, I have something to ask."

"His Royal Highness, but it doesn't matter."

"I would like to know how long it will take for a strong player in the middle stage of Huajin to reach your level if he is extremely talented."

Everyone was speechless, thinking that Li Kuan was going to ask some question, but they didn't expect it to be this one.

Li Kuan is not Hua Jin, so it is useless to ask.

It's not too late to ask when you've reached your strength.

Although Li Jing thought Li Kuan's question was boring, he still returned to Dao.

"If you are very talented, it can be as little as a year, and as much as three years."

Li Kuan frowned and muttered to himself.

"One year? It's too long, three months at most, or..."

Hearing Li Kuan's words, Li Jing was not happy, three years is short, how many people are so poor that they cannot break through in their lifetime.