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

A strong saber intent enveloped Li Kuan, and at this moment, Li Jing was also serious.

He no longer dared to underestimate Li Kuan.

Seeing this, Li Kuan also raised his sword, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Dugu Nine Swords, Li Kuan."

Li Jing's face was stern, and he said calmly.

"The sword technique of killing enemies in the Tang Dynasty, Li Jing."

Li Jing's knife is only for killing the enemy, it has no name.

His kung fu is a saber technique that has been honed and honed on the battlefield.

The tip of the sword is against the edge of the blade, the momentum of the sword collides with the momentum of the knife, and the surging internal force is flying around.

The war horse pulling the sedan chair roared and retreated, trying to escape from this land of right and wrong.

Yuchi Gong ordered his men to take the horse away and walked to Li Shimin's side.

"Your Majesty, swords have no eyes, it's better to watch the battle from a distance."

Li Shimin nodded and backed away slowly, the corner of his eye never left Li Kuan.

On the martial arts field.

Li Kuan's eyes were like swords, his cold light flickered, and he took the initiative to attack.

The internal force lingered on Ziwei's soft sword, and the light of the sword flickered.

"quick!"

"disease!"

Li Jing's pupils shrank, and Li Kuan's speed caught him off guard.

Ordinary people can only see the afterimage on Ziwei's soft sword. In the blink of an eye, Li Kuan, who is ten meters away, has appeared in front of Li Kuan.

The sword glowed like a sharp arrow, and with killing intent, it went straight to Li Jing's eyebrows.

Li Kuan's sword is crisp and sharp, without so many fancy movements, it goes straight to the vital point, and it is also a murderous sword.

Li Jing regained his senses after losing his mind for a while, and held the knife across to block the point of the sword.

Just being fast is no match for the God of War.

The corner of Li Kuan's mouth curled into a wicked smile.

"General Li, don't be afraid of being careless."

Before Li Jing could reply, he saw Li Kuan's sword turning.

Like a spirit snake coming out of its hole, it is fast and anxious, and it is even more unpredictable where it will attack.

"Is this the sword move of Beigong Boyu?"

"It's really mysterious."

Li Jing didn't dare to be careless, the saber that was originally lying on his chest slashed at Li Kuan.

If Li Kuan didn't block this knife, he would definitely be cut in half.

Li Kuan withdrew.

Li Jing, the God of War, is more than capable of this.

The generals who fought on the battlefield had more than ten times more combat experience than him. Even if they were both in the realm of the unity of man and nature, Li Kuan was not sure that he could defeat Li Jing.

Thinking of this, Li Kuan became more and more excited, and the hand holding the Ziwei soft sword trembled slightly.

"Old man, let's go!"

The sound of sword chant pierced Ziwei's soft sword, Li Kuan stepped forward vigorously, a slight crack appeared on the ground, and his figure disappeared instantly.

This is Li Kuan's fastest strike.

Li Jing was calm and calm, and suddenly, the saber was placed across the back of his waist.

"clang."

The sound of swords and swords, accompanied by bright sparks, resounded throughout the training ground.

The huge force made Li Jing frowned, and couldn't help taking half a step back.

Li Kuan was knocked two meters away.

"As expected of a military god, he is so powerful."

Li Kuan was surprised that the 50 years top skill pill only made Li Jing take half a step back.

His strength is not small.

Li Jing remained calm on the surface, but his heart was already full of turmoil.

Li Kuan's strength is really great.

Yuchi Gong on the side widened his eyes.