Troubled times male concubine [time travel]

[Volume [-]: The Passion of Youth - Floating Life Uninterrupted]

Chapter [-]: The Tin Belt is Long and Hollow

(continued)

"What?" He Qianzhang took a sip of tea and sprayed it all over the floor. "Your Majesty wants to fight the Young Master?"

All the generals in the barracks looked at each other in dismay - according to His Majesty, does this mean that you want to meet the young master?

"Your Majesty really wants to do this?" He Qianzhang asked in a low voice. "Isn't that too harsh?"

"I can't help it." Zhao Yifeng said with a sullen face, "He insists on protecting Quan Beili, and he doesn't think about me." He raised his eyes to He Qianzhang, and shook his head helplessly: "I never thought that one day I would confront him alone. "

He Qianzhang smiled wryly: "Then this time is exactly what His Majesty wished."

"National teacher." Zhao Yifeng turned around, his eyes were a little confused, and the cold light flashed away in his sharp eyes. "Do you think Zhen Qingming is sure to win Yushu?"

He Qianzhang put it bluntly: "No."

"Why?"

He Qianzhang pondered for a moment, and said: "Your Majesty knows that everything is determined. My son and Your Majesty, Your Majesty has already been tempted and sunk. When the two swords are duel, if you make a careless move and the sword goes sideways, no matter how superb your Majesty's martial arts skills are, you will be in a mess. , it is not the young master's opponent. Rather than saying that the match is a contest between your majesty and your son, it is more like a contest between your majesty's heart and your son's heart. What do you think, your majesty?"

Zhao Yifeng remained silent, the answer was ready to come out.

Jiang Yushu is more inclined to the arts and sciences, giving people a sense of elegance and elegance, but the Ziyu Xiao Kung Fu in his hand is excellent, and Zhao Yifeng has suffered a lot in his hands.

Although he seldom used the sword, Zhao Yifeng knew that this resolute man who could survive on the battlefield and still be proud and unyielding once his sword was shot, it would definitely be as cold as Qingfeng cutting through the seven-foot ice.And it is unknown if I can achieve 'the heart is as clear as ice, and the situation is calm' when I am confronting him.

Master fights, sword and sword contest.

If the mind is not chaotic, all directions will not be chaotic; if the mind is chaotic, everything will be destroyed.

This time, Zhao Yifeng finally knew how stubborn the man he fell in love with was.

"Pavilion Master, do you really want to fight Hong Yudi?" Zhan Liyun looked at him worriedly.

"En." Jiang Yushu sat at the table, took a cup of tea, and said calmly: "There is destined to be a life-and-death confrontation between him and me. Of course, this is the last thing I can do for Beili."

This royal family owed him too much, and owed him too much.The care due at birth, the royal affection, the departure of the second child... The Beili royal family owes Jiang Yushu too much.

Now, he is still making the last attempt to retain this royal city.

Probably in Jiang Yushu's heart, family and country are always far better than love.

"Pavilion Master, you can go away with Emperor Hongyu. After all, His Majesty treats you sincerely."

Jiang Yushu looked up at him, and smiled wryly: "I know. It's just that the people of Beili are so innocent, I... can't let go..., it's the people of Beili that I'm protecting."

This was the last thing Jiang Yushu could do for Bei Li.

Zhan Liyun was a little uncertain: "Young master, can you be sure to win Hong Yudi?"

Jiang Yushu drank a cup of tea silently and did not answer.

He doesn't know if he can beat Zhao Yifeng, he only knows that Zhao Yifeng's sword and his sword are destined to have a contest.

It is about the survival of the two countries, it is also about the contest between men and men, and it is also about the contest between hearts.

Back then, Yuxiao could hurt him only because of his humility.

Once he really made a move, Zhao Yi's scenery was already convincing in terms of aura and strength.

He is the god of war who killed the enemy on the battlefield and escaped death.

The edge of the Qingming sword is cold, and the edge of the Lushui sword is bitter.

Comparing the two swords, the answer is really unknown.

At this moment, Jiang Yushu suddenly felt a joy in life.

When you meet your opponent, you can indulge in the joy of fighting!

If Jiang Yushu is the last ruler of Beili, then Zhao Yifeng only needs to defeat Jiang Yushu to mean that Beili can be in his hands.

Now, Jiang Yushu did not inherit Beili's lineage, but only used his last strength to keep him. This is probably Beili's blessing.

Shangjiacheng

mountain top

The cherry red is messy.

Zhao Yifeng, who was dressed in black clothes, rode over on his horse, his black cloak swaying in the wind, dazzling in the crimson sky.

He was under the high mountain, and there was no one behind him, only the smoke and dust from the horse's hooves.

Jiang Yu, dressed in red, stands on the top of a high mountain, with the hem of his clothes flying up in the wind, and a floodlighting Lushui sword highlights the potential murderous aura in his gentleness!

look up.

hang your head.

The two suddenly looked at each other up and down the mountain, one pupil was domineering and fierce, and the phoenix flew to the nine heavens overflowing with fire;

Zhao Yifeng looked at him quietly from below.

I never thought that one day, I would face this man head to head.

I have long been used to him being warm and peaceful by his side in white clothes like snow, creating his own tranquility and far-reaching, independent from the world.Unexpectedly, the pure whiteness in his heart was still stained with the killing spirit of the sword.

but--

As long as there is a victory or defeat today and Bei Li is captured, he won't have to sacrifice his life for Bei Li.

As long as you get Beili Jiangshan, you can enjoy the infinite mountains and rivers with him!

Zhao Yifeng warned himself in his heart: He wants the mountains and rivers to be infinite, and he also wants to be by his side all the time!

on top of the mountain.

The two looked at each other.

Zhao Yifeng's eyes were shining brightly, as cold as a mountain and with a stern murderous look.He coldly pulled out Qingming and waved his hands to the side, the sharp blue light shone brightly in the sun, and the reflected light made people unable to open their eyes.

Jiang Yushu's eyes were piercing, as cold as ice but with determination and arrogance.The red gauze sleeves were flipped up slightly, and the Lushui sword was in hand, and the bright green light pierced the air, creating a riot of cherry red, and falling flowers flew in the air for a while.

The wind blows up, rolling up the cherry blossoms all over the sky,

The sword energy struck people, and even the air was filled with the meaning of desolation and Xiaosha.

Jiang Yushu held the sword in his right hand and pointed it at Zhao Yifeng, his eyes never moved from Zhao Yifeng's sword.

"bring it on!"

He knew that Zhao Yifeng's Qingming sword energy was scorching hot, and the sword energy was overbearing and hurt people invisible, and he also knew that there must be some injuries in this contest.

Zhao Yifeng's hand holding the sword hangs to the side, the tip of the sword is stuck on the ground, and his eyes are fixed on the person opposite.

"Yushu, you and I have to do this?!—" Life and death struggle.

He was afraid that he would not be able to do it. This is the person he loves deeply, why did he come to this day?

Jiang Yushu's eyes turned cold, and he shouted, "Why are you hesitating? Swing the sword!"

Zhao Yifeng stood still, and made a last resort: "Yushu, why are you and I doing this?"

"This is your fate. Why do you need to say more?" Jiang Yushu's jade-like side face turned cold, and his wrists were exerted, causing the water to turn cold.

"I see." Zhao Yifeng sighed slightly.

With a slight movement of the hand, a strong gust of wind came over the surface, and the surrounding leaves rustled.

The cherry blossoms that fell to the ground were shaken and flew up, circling in the air.

With a flick of his ink sleeve, Qing Ming pointed to the sky!

Zhao Yifeng's long sword moved against the wind, and a blue light only split Jiang Yushu's left shoulder.Before the sword fell, Sen Han's sword energy had already shattered the cherry red!

Jiang Yushu flicked to the side, took two steps back, and waved Lushui forward to block, the green light shone, and a trace of cold air condensed the scorching heat of Qingming!

"Cho!" The two swords intersected.

The sword does not move.

Nobody moved either.

Only the wind moves.

The wind is moving.

The wind whipped up cherry red, and it fell on the two of them finely.

Four eyes facing each other.

Sparks fly.

Resist with all strength.

Qingming trembled slightly, Lushui trembled slightly.

"Hey~~"

Sparks fly.

Qing Ming swiped across the Lushui sword.

Zhao Yifeng pointed his toes, flew up, and a blue light fell from the sky, smashing the top of Jiang Yushu's head.The sword qi was overbearing, shaking his ink and dancing with the wind!

Jiang Yushu stood still, looked up, and his eyes tightened.What a domineering sword spirit!

The red yarn flew lightly, Jiang Yushu raised the sword with both hands to the top of his head, and the sword body resisted Qing Ming's sword edge falling from the sky!

"Dang!" Zhao Yifeng's Qingming long sword only pierced the center of the Lushui sword, and a flame burst out!

"Good swordsmanship!" A voice of praise!Jiang Yushu shook his arms, and the cold air from the Lushui sword overflowed.shake off the long sword in your hand

"Qingyu doesn't give way!" Zhao Yifeng turned around in the air, tapped the Lushui sword, and flew down.

Without waiting for the two to react, Zhao Yifeng swung his sword Qingming, and a blue light hit Jiang Yushu's throat. Before the sword reached, Jiang Yushu's neck was already burned by the sword energy, and traces of blood spilled out and fell into the red clothes.

Jiang Yushu held Lushui flat on his chest, resisting Zhao Yifeng's sword stabbing from a distance, and exerted force with his wrists in his sleeves.

"Bang!"

One horizontal, one vertical.

The two swords collided again.

Jiang Yushu felt something sticky and slippery in his hands, and looked down, the tiger's mouth was shattered by the force of his sword.

He chuckled: "Unexpectedly, Emperor Hongyu even used the 'Gentlemen's Hidden Sword' to deal with me. It seems that you and I will not die today!"

Zhao Yifeng only felt that the sword in his hand was thrusting forward and was blocked by the force. Looking around, Lushui sword stood in front of Qingming sword.

He resolutely said: "Yushu, you and I have gone so far, there is no room for turning back in the clash of swords! Today we must teach the outcome!"

"yes?!"

"Look at the sword!"

Jiang Yushu swung his right hand forward, and with the power of his palm, he shook Zhao Yifeng's sword straight into his neck.

Zhao Yifeng's whole body was shaken, his breath was unstable, he took seven steps back, and his back was attached to a tree.

Jiang Yushu's sword changed according to his moves, stabbing straight out.

Zhao Yifeng was nowhere to be found, and slid up the tree trunk.

Jiang Yushu snorted softly and flew into the sky, the green light of Lushui turned into a long rainbow.

His person and sword have become one.

The threatening sword energy caused the cherry blossoms on the broken branches to flutter down.

What a horrible sight!Also gorgeous!

Zhao Yifeng's arms trembled, he had already avoided the flying rainbow of sword energy, and the shattered cherry red fell down.

Jiang Yushu kept moving his hands, smiled and hooked his lips, turned upside down in the air, and the green light of a sword suddenly turned into countless phantoms, and showered on Zhao Yifeng's head.

The power of this sword is enough to shatter a person's soul!

Within three feet of Zhao Yifeng, he was covered by sword energy, and no matter how he dodged, he couldn't avoid it.

There was a miserable laugh in his heart: this man he loves actually wants to put himself to death!

There was only a sound of "Dang!", and sparks flew.

The sword in Zhao Yifeng's hand unexpectedly met Jiang Yushu's sword without hesitation.

At this moment, the sword energy all over the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the crimson cherry blossoms slowly fell. Jiang Yushu stood still in the crimson sky, his sword dragging on the ground.

The sword is still the original sword.

The cold and sharp sword, but——

There was blood on it, speckled with spots.

That was - the internal injury caused by the sword energy accumulated in the whole body after being counterattacked by Zhao Yifeng's sword.

Zhao Yifeng Qingming was in his hand, but there was an extra cut on the edge of the sword.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, so dazzling on his handsome face.

He looked at Jiang Yushu quietly, and Jiang Yushu also looked at him quietly.

The two were completely speechless.

Both of them knew in their hearts: the general gathered strength for a fight, the breath of the two was mobilized, and internal injuries struck.

Jiang Yushu's sword was in his hand, but the blade was the same as Zhao Yifeng's sword, with a cut on the edge.

He knew: Zhao Yifeng's sword could no longer be used.

Qingming was scorching hot, and the sword energy was bursting out, and it was all supported by the sword energy.

The momentum is magnificent, destroying the sky and destroying the earth, but just now against Lushui, its sword edge was broken, the sword energy was damaged, and the speed and power were greatly damaged.

Zhao Yifeng couldn't bear it, and persuaded him: "Yushu, you can't fulfill me. Why bother to fight?"

Jiang Yushu said coldly: "Impossible!"

We all know each other.

Zhao Yifeng's eyes turned cold, and the Qingming sword energy accumulated in his hand.

"Yushu looks at the sword!"

Jiang Yushu tilted his head slightly, and the cold air of Lushui brushed across his hands.

"Jiang is here!"

Green light and green light are intertwined, flying flowers and blue silk dance together - this is the fate of Qingming and Lushui!Everything hurts, loves each other and kills each other!

"Bah!~~~~" The two swords rubbed against each other.

Zhao Yifeng's arm was strong, and the red sleeves flipped lightly to follow Qingming, the two swords pointed at the ground, and Lushui was crushed under Qingming!

Sakura was silent, Sakura was watching the two men compete.

The cherry blossoms fell and the wind picked up.

Zhao Yifeng pressed Lushui hard with his wrist, and with his left hand in place, he struck Jiang Yushu's chest with a palm.Jiang Yushu reacted, flipping his sleeves lightly.

"Crack!" Two palms combined to strike.

His hands trembled and he refused to budge.

Blood fell from the palms of the two, staining the cherry blossoms red.

Jiang Yushu laughed.There was a flying knife in his sleeve, and he asked himself: Are you really going to attack him with a flying knife?

Zhao Yi was cold and silent.

Jiang Yushu suddenly felt the strength of the sword on his right hand loosen, and a blue light pierced his eyes.After regaining consciousness and opening his eyes, his brows frowned slightly, forming a line: "Hmm!!"

Separated his palms, Jiang Yushu slowly lowered his hand, and the Lushui Sword fell to the ground.

Looking up, there was a burst of scorching sword energy surging in the pain in his chest, he couldn't restrain it, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood fell on the Qing Ming sword.

fade away.

Qing Ming is still bloodthirsty!

With a pale face, Jiang Yushu calmly looked around - Zhao Yifeng Qingming was in his hand, and the point of the sword was piercing his chest.

Bright red blood gushed out from his chest, overlapping with the red clothes on Jiang Yushu's body, forming a flower of blood, indescribably coquettish.

The warm red clothes can't cover the heart full of holes.

Xuanyi is domineering, unable to stop the affectionate glance.

The cold sword tip pierced Jiang Yushu's body bit by bit.

Zhao Yifeng stopped his movements.He did not draw his sword.

Jiang Yushu looked at him indifferently, without asking him to draw his sword.

The sword did not move.

Nobody moved either.

Only the wind moves.

The wind falls with cherry red.

Cover up Jiang Yushu's pale face.

Jiang Yushu looked at him quietly, with a flying knife under his sleeve, and was eager to get out, a voice in his head shouted: Jiang Yushu, are you really going to hurt him with a flying knife?

Looking at the familiar figure in front of him, Jiang Yushu lowered his eyes slightly, and sighed slightly: It's doomed, Jiang Yushu lost his heart.Lost early.

The flying knife in the hand under the sleeve was sheathed.

Not to mention that I have hurt him so many times, it is against the peace of heaven to fight with a sword, but if I hurt him four times, this sword should be repaid.

After all, he couldn't bear it!

Jiang Yushu only felt that God's will always played tricks on people, and that the heroes he created would fall in love and kill each other in the end.

"I lost, I'll go with you." He said to Zhao Yifeng with a touch of gentleness.

The big picture is set.

Jiang Yushu, who has always been stubborn and resolute, calculated the secrets on the battlefield, and Jiang Yushu, who had always won the battle, was defeated by Zhao Yifeng at this moment.

If Jiang Yushu used to rely on strategy and calculations to win many battles, then this time he used force to compete with Zhao Yifeng for real.

The cherry blossoms fell more violently, and more blood flowed from his chest.

Even the cherry blossoms are crying—

Jiang Yushu, who has always been elegant and resolute, was wounded and hit by the sword at this moment.It was probably the last bit of mourning for him who had paid so much and had so much glory on the battlefield.

The wind dances wildly, cherry red like rain.

Jiang Yushu smiled like a withered cherry blossom: From the moment you and I met again, Jiang Yushu knew that it must be you, the person who ruled the world and proud of the six kingdoms must be you.

Seeing the sword on Jiang Yushu's chest, Zhao Yifeng was stunned, not knowing how to move the sword in his hand.

I want to draw my sword, but I'm afraid that I'll offend him; I want to draw my sword, but I'm afraid that it will hurt him.

Zhao Yifeng just stood opposite him holding the Qingming sword.

Although Jiang Yushu was defeated, he was still him, with such a gentle and elegant, unyielding demeanor that no one could replace.He was still the same as he was in memory, thin and elegant, but there was a tired look in his eyes, which made people feel distressed.

He just stood there quietly, not at the end of the world, nor at the end of the sea, just where Qingming's sword pointed.

Zhao Yifeng only felt that his hands were filled with lead, and he couldn't exert any strength, and he didn't dare to make any sound, even the slight movement of the cherry blossoms falling was afraid of him breaking.

Finally, he closed his eyes with heartache, flipped his black sleeves lightly, and with a forceful wrist, Qingming flashed a blue light in the air, and a streak of blood spurted in the air.

Jiang Yushu spat out another mouthful of blood, and his body fluttered down like a dead leaf. The red gauze robe overlapped with the cherry red color.

Zhao Yifeng was shocked, and threw Qingming away neatly.He walked to him in two steps at a time, and lifted him up when he fell to the ground.Looking at the blood on his chest, he panicked.

"Yushu, are you okay?"

Stretching out his hand to caress his chest, he saw the shocking color, dazzling red.

"Yushu, it's... I'm not good."

Looking at the blush, Zhao Yifeng felt uneasy and felt guilty.

He actually hurt him, this person he was reluctant to touch, he actually hurt him? !

Damn!

Is this touch of red accusing him of being cruel?

Is this God's punishment for him?

Jiang Yushu leaned on his elbow, looked at him with a pale face, and smiled faintly, "Zhao Yifeng, I'm fine." Trying to suppress the fishy sweetness in his chest, Jiang Yushu slowly reached out and touched Zhao Yifeng's eyebrows, He tried his best to smile and said, "You've already won against me, so you still have to frown..."

Zhao Yifeng held his hand, shook his head and choked with sobs: "If I knew that I would have to hurt you to win, I would rather you kill me in the first place."

Jiang Yushu closed his eyes tiredly, and said with a broken smile, "You are so stupid, this is my choice."

Zhao Yifeng held his hand tightly, and sighed with pity and heartache——

"Yushu, why are you always so stubborn..."

Hearing this, Jiang Yushu's lips curled up slightly, his clear eyes gradually closed, and his hands drooped uncontrollably.

Zhao Yifeng was stunned, his eyes widened, and he called out in horror: "Yushu!!"

Is this going to leave him?

Why is his breath getting weaker and weaker?

Why are his hands getting colder and colder?

He shook his sleeves lightly, panicking and speaking incoherently.

"Yushu, I'll take you down the mountain right now, don't sleep"

"Yushu, wake up, you can't sleep, you know?"

"Yushu, Yushu, Yushu..."

Reaching out to gently hug him, smoothing the blood stains on the corners of his lips, Zhao Yifeng staggered down the mountain in panic.The back was like a wounded wolf.

His bloodless and pale face was a sign of the passing of life. Looking at him like this, Zhao Yifeng's heart ached.

Yushu, as firm as you, will not leave me easily;

To be as proud as you is to be by my side and accompany me to see all the mountains and rivers, and the scenery is infinite.

None of these have been done, how can you leave?

If you really don't have the slightest nostalgia for this world, then I will definitely follow you in heaven and earth, whether it is going to Qingming or Lushui!

I haven't given you a home yet, can't you miss the appointment?

"Yushu, hold on. Zhao Yifeng is by your side!"

Jiang Yushu, who was in a daze, only felt a drop of cool liquid on his face.

Zhao Yifeng, Jiang Yushu will always be by your side.

The wind on the mountain is still the same, and the cherry red is fluttering.

Blood slithered across the broken cherry blossom petals.

Another blood-stained painting.

What does this indicate?

The author has something to say: I... I can't be hard-hearted after all... It's okay, I will be hard-hearted!

The finale, I want the finale, I can’t write anymore~~~

Don't laugh at the play in this chapter, I've been holding it back for a whole day.

Watching Wen Ruian's martial arts is hopeless... 2333333

Wen Ruian's classic brushwork:

sword!

Quick Sword!

What a fast sword!

What a fast sword! (with special effects, cute)

Recently, there is a web drama "Assassin's Biography" that is very good. After the first three episodes, the latter part is simply poisonous. Believe me, it will not be bad.There are all men inside, not a single woman, even the passers-by are men, and the horses are probably male.Everyone wants to see~~~~