Wu Jian and Long Yuan have always been curious about why Li Ruyu is so fond of being so fond of her.

From Xie Wanxi to the crown prince’s crown prince’s concubine Zhang Lushui, to the princess Susu and Amu, we even have to add Mao Qiuqing, the butcher knife of the Beizhen Fushi and Gongsun Zhishui who came down from Qingcheng Mountain.

Now the two understand.

Which daughter of such a man is not moved?

Li Ruyu walked to the shore of Yuanyang Lake through thick fog. Looking at the strange two people, he was a little alert. Although he didn't know each other, he looked very powerful, especially the man wearing a sword.

Show your sharpness!

I am afraid that others don't know that he is a swordsman.

He asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Wu Jian remained silent.

Long Yang laughed: "The one who killed you."

Li Ruyu said oh, "Why."

Long Yuan curled her smile, "Because she wanted to kill you, she wanted to kill you."

How could I tell him the real reason?

Li Ruyu guessed it and said coldly: "You were sent by Zhao Shi. I am just a little curious. Which one in Zhao Shi is it? Zhao Li died in Lin'an and Zhao Fangde died of old age. Who has such a force in Zhao Shi now?"

Long Yang yelled, "I'm pretty smart, but it's a pity that smart is useless."

What can the dead be smarter?

Although Li Ruyu knew that he couldn't speak, he still asked: "Is it Zhao Zhen's father Zhao Lin?"

I don't know Zhao Lin.

But looking at the entire Zhao room, there is no one else who is willing to do this but Zhao Lin, and only Zhao Lin has the motivation to kill himself and his son Zhao Zhen can stabilize his country in the future.

Long Yuan chuckled.

Li Ruyu stopped talking. Since she couldn't ask anything, she would draw her sword and fight.

You want me to die.

But I want to live, so I can only draw my sword.

Whoever lives and dies, the sword will tell you.

Seeing this, Long Yuan took a step back, took a few steps back, disappeared into the thick fog, leaving only Wu Jian, who was pressing the sword, staring at Li Ruyu silently, revealing his murderous intent, and the sword energy rippled like the wind and the flowing fog.

After all, Wu Jian is a swordsman, and he has the pride of being a member of the Wu family in Langya Sword Tomb.

He said coldly: "My surname is Wu."

Li Ruyu nodded, "Please."

For swordsmen and decent swordsmen, although they are enemies of life and death, there should be respect for each other's swordsmanship, which is respect for opponents and also respect for swordsmanship.

Respect yourself the same way.

Wu Jian didn't know why, but suddenly felt very appreciating this young man.

He is as graceful as a sword immortal, and has a broad aura.

As a sword practitioner, it is hard not to like such a fellow practitioner. He sighed, "If possible, I really don't want to kill you."

Li Ruyu smiled, "It's too early to say it."

Wu Jian nodded, "As a sword practitioner, I never feel that I am invincible, but every time I draw a sword, the loser or die are enemies, so it's hard not to be confident."

This is a common problem for Wufu.

Once you win too much, you will develop a mentality that God is the first and second.

Li Ruyu nodded, "That's because you lack fear."

He paused and said, "My master once said, never look down on anyone in time. Maybe you feel that your literary works are unparalleled in the world, but don't you know that your literary works cannot cover the glory of the world alone, and the same is true for those who use swords."

Wu Jian thought, "Don't your master think he is invincible?"

Li Ruyu smiled, "He never felt that he was invincible. In fact, in my master's eyes, there was not only sword and Wenmo, but also in his eyes, there was only a casual and happy feeling, drawing sword and writing poetry? It was just a little fun in life."

Li Ruyu did not understand this before.

But in the Sword Demon City, I couldn't take away the Master's sword, but when the Master did not appear to pick up the sword, it was the Master who commented in this way, saying that the Master's heart was not on the sword.

Not even in poetry.

But it lies in the mountains and rivers of the world, in the free and easy future.

The Lord of Fengcheng even said that there is probably only one of the poetic immortals like Master and the sword immortal who have been exiled for thousands of years. He is the only immortal on earth from ancient times to the present, including Yi Ren and Daliang.

The Master's style is higher than that of an immortal.

Wu Jian couldn't understand, there was only sword and hatred in his heart.

He sighed in a deep voice: "I also want to be free and happy in some things, but after experiencing some things, you will find that there are many regrets in the world. Free and happy in the world can only calm down the heart for a while. If you really want to get peace of mind, you still have to finish the past, for example, use the sword in your hand to kill someone you have always wanted to kill."

What I want to kill is the human being, the sword demon Dugu.

Li Ruyu whispered, "So, you are actually just to lay the groundwork for killing another person?"

Li Ruyu is not stupid, this swordsman surnamed Wu has no grudges with him.

Then the person he really wants to kill may be harder to kill than himself, so he needs to rely on the power of Zhao Shi, and killing himself is an agreement between him and Zhao Shi.

Wu Jian nodded, "Please die."

Li Ruyu pressed the sword, "I still have a lot of things I haven't done, I still want to live, so although we have never met each other and have no grudges, since you want me to die, then I can only miss you to die."

This is the life of a swordsman.

When life and death are on the front line, either you die or I die.

Wu Jian also pressed the sword: "Catch the sword!"

Facing Li Ruyu, Wu Jian dared not underestimate it anymore - in his eyes, Long Yuan's swordsmanship is still far from Li Ruyu, so this time he really set out his sword.

Instead of using sword energy to test it.

For a true master, life and death are actually in a moment, and all temptations are for the killing attack in that moment.

Wu Jian didn't want to test it.

Before agreeing to join forces with Zhao Jin to kill Li Ruyu, Wu Jian carefully studied all of Li Ruyu's combat experiences. Without exception, Li Ruyu would fall into a disadvantage in the early stage, but he could reverse the turn.

It seems that he is favored by the heavens, no matter what, he can become the final winner.

In Xizhao Mountain, if Zhao Li tried his best, he would never die under Li Ruyu's fairy-like sword. Outside Kaifeng City, Yue Dan would come with an unparalleled force and kill Fang Tian Hua Ji. Li Ruyu would never wait for that sword to come.

On the top of Lanshan, if Zhang Dingbian had not been watching the starry sky for so long, and had already fallen from the sky and punched out that punch, Li Ruyu would not be able to enter the realm of the exiled sword immortal for a short time.

In Shimiao Town, if Guo had already produced a half-Buddha-half-demon sword, Li Ruyu would have not waited for the spring breeze to bloom all over the ground and would still die.

However, these people were defeated in the end.

Li Ruyu can always seize the opportunity and turn defeat into victory at the last moment.

It seems like there is an immortal body.

So Wu Jian didn't want to give Li Ruyu a chance.

He only used one sword.

Either you die, or you die.

You must die!

Swish.

Wu Jian's figure suddenly rose up from the ground, breaking through the layers of fog, and heading straight into the air.

On the ground, the fog surged.

In the air, Wu Jian pressed the long sword at his waist, as if he was standing in the air, pausing for more than ten breaths. During this time, he looked at the vast world. In the sky, there were no clouds in the clear sky, and there were faint clouds on the horizon in the east.

Looking down, the entire vast land was covered with a soft white blanket.

Soft and soft, the wind blows.

It is also like a snow-white and soft sea, rolling and rolling, covering all the prosperity of the world. You cannot see the joys and sorrows under the sea, nor can you hear the prosperous times and the songs of troubled times in the sea.

Wu Jian didn't need to see it either.

He only saw Li Ruyu pressing his sword by the Yuanyang Lake through the thick fog, and even saw the Sword Demon City not long later.

Kill Li Ruyu, and then kill Dugu.

kill!

With a clang, the heaven and earth burst into crisp sounds.

Wu Jian suddenly fell.

He fell down his head and feet towards the earth, like a meteorite falling from the sky.
To be continued...