The sword is like silk.

This is the second part of the artistic conception of sword. Many swords have been cultivated all their lives, and they may not be able to understand it all their lives.

Tang Qing used a knife.

Dao also has Dao meaning.

He has been using the knife for more than 30 years, and only now can he understand the first meaning of the knife. The unexpected release of the knife is a long way away from the second meaning.

This young man is a monster!

After all, Tang Qing was trained from the battlefield. He had many special skills to protect his life. Seeing that he was about to be beheaded, his body suddenly tilted 90 degrees, and he could avoid Mo Yan's sword.

However——

The helmet representing the glory of the general on his head and the red tassel on his helmet were cut off by Mo Yan's sword.

The overflowing sword Qi even wiped his head, even his bun, was cut off close to his scalp. His hair became a very ugly Mediterranean. The long hair around him hung down like a madman, and some of it was stuck on his face full of sweat. He was not in a mess.

Mo Yan saw this, and there was a look of disappointment in his eyes.

If he didn't get Tang Laogou's head with one sword, he would be on guard. It would be difficult for him to take his life with this powerful sword which contains "the meaning of sword is like silk".

Yes, from the beginning, he didn't give up.

The best way to kill.

"Who are you?"

After Tang Qing leaned forward, he rolled on the spot. When he stood up again, he was already disheartened. How could he still have the usual prestige?

Even the escape action of rolling in the mud has been done.

An old face is really lost.

"This hero, Mr. Tang didn't offend you in the past. Why do you want to kill like this?"

Tang Qing has been counselled.

I dare not fight with Mo Yan.

His heavy sword is broken and he can't use it. Only his family's body skill can be used. But his body skill mainly focuses on defense. His attack is too bad to resist the opponent's terrible thunder and exquisite sword skill.

"You can't move Yunshen medical center."

Mo Yan's voice is hoarse. His voice is not like this. He did it on purpose. He not only put on a mask to cover his face, but also changed his voice.

He has been sending people to hide and protect near the hospital.

No matter is seven young ladies, or wet nurse, all is the person that he cares about very much.

The people he sent are certainly not as good as himself, and they can't beat Tang Qing, but they can summon themselves in a unique way for the first time.

When he learned that the prince Chu Lanzhou had arrived at the hospital, he was already on guard.

Sure enough, not long after, it came that Tang Qing and the Imperial Army surrounded the hospital.

God knows, when he heard the news, his whole body was cold, his blood vessels almost burst, his whole body was filled with unspeakable anger, and his fear and panic almost cut off his breath.

Tang Qing!

Tang Qing!!

Tang Qing!!!

In my mind, it is these two names that appear repeatedly.

Even when he was five years old and had to jump off the cliff, he was not so angry.

He's going to kill the thief!

He wants to protect them!

He wants revenge!

So he came.

With unprecedented speed, it's almost at the cost of burning psychic power.

Mo Yan's eyes passed a touch of scarlet, and he held a sword in one hand. The shadow of the sword was diffuse, forming a fan-shaped light and shadow in front of him. Dozens of sword Qi could not distinguish between the virtual and the real, so he attacked again.

Tang Qing's armor was cut to pieces.