I, a generation of sword demons, seek defeat alone

At noon on the same day, the Dali Imperial Palace set up a sumptuous banquet to welcome Xuzhu.

Most of the old ministers of Dali who know Xuzhu have retired or died, except for Fu Sigui, who is still healthy among the four guards, the original Dali Sangong and others are no longer there.

Duan Yu sat high in the middle, next to the three concubines Mu Wanqing, Zhong Ling, and Xiaolei, and then Duan Yichang and Duan Yiping's children. On the other side are Xuzhu, Li Mengzhu, Di Yu, Fu Sigui and others.

Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju Sishu have already married women, and it is no longer appropriate to meet the old master again, and Xuzhu insists on not letting them know.

At the banquet, it is natural to push the cup and change the lamp, and to be shy, it is natural to mention the righteous brother Xiao Feng back then. From the civil strife of the beggar gang to the Great War of Shaolin Temple, and then to the later Battle of Yanmen Pass, Duan Yu and Xuzhu couldn't help but burst into tears.

Older people have been involved in these things, and only the younger ones occasionally hear their parents mention them, and they are not as comprehensive as they are today.

They listened to it one by one, admiring the righteousness of their uncle Xiao Feng, and envious of the righteous deeds of the three of them.

Li Mengzhu's eyes were full of tears, and his eyes were red from crying.

Duan Yiping slapped the table, and said to his brother in a humble voice: "Big brother, simply, let's worship too!" He

is Zhong Ling's son, just thirteen years old, and when he speaks, he shows two tiger teeth on the left and right.

Zhong Ling heard his son's ugly words, and couldn't help but reproach: "Ping'er, don't talk nonsense, make people laugh."

Duan Yichang glanced at his younger brother next to him, his face full of disgust: "Who wants to worship you?"

After a pause, Duan Yichang added: "Besides, how do two people worship the handle, they must pull another person!"

Di Yu,

who had made up his mind not to speak, couldn't help but squirt out a sip of tea.

Unexpectedly, Duan Yu's two sons followed their father and became nerds and fools.

Di Yu's behavior aroused Duan Yiping's attention: "Big brother, let's just pull him

!" "He?hum!" Duan Yichang glanced at Di Yu with contempt, "A civilian waste who relies on others to protect him is also worthy of worshipping us." "

Who do you say is a waste?" Di Yu raised his head and looked at Duan Yichang.

This gaze was extremely sharp, and Duan Yichang couldn't help but be shocked. However, he immediately sank his face and snorted coldly: "Say you, what can you do?

"Do you want to compete? I'm afraid that when the time comes, you will lose face in front of your family. Di Yu turned the teacup lightly and said lightly.

"Oh, what a crazy boy. Duan Yichang stood up and said that he would not show weakness in front of Li Mengzhu, "If you really have the ability, you will not be destroyed by the enemy, and you will have to rely on my second uncle to protect you." "

It's easy to grow, don't be rude. Duan Yu frowned.

Although he is the king of a country, he likes to be comfortable by nature and does not pay much attention to family affairs. Mu Wanqing is not a loving mother, so the son she teaches is also arrogant and willful.

"Father, this kid owes a beating, I have long seen him unpleasant.

Duan Yichang walked out angrily and glared at Di Yu.

Xiaolei pulled Mu Wanqing's sleeve and whispered: "Sister Mu, you go and persuade the eldest prince, people are guests from afar, let's not lose our courtesy." "

She used to be the person next to Princess Xixia, she was afraid of making trouble, Xuzhu's face was not good-looking, and the young man was brought by him after all.

How could I think that Mu Wanqing was unmoved.

She is not a loving mother and dotes on her son.

Mu Wanqing's temper, everyone in the palace knew it, and Zhong Ling didn't dare to interject next to her, so she could only stare at her own son Duan Yiping, blaming him for being too talkative.

Di Yu slowly stood up and sneered.

Lao Tzu is much older than you in modern times, and he can still be frightened by a hairless thing on your mouth!

Li Mengzhu couldn't help but reach out and hold

Di Yu's palm: "Brother Di, don't pay attention to him!" Unexpectedly, Duan Yichang saw Li Mengzhu holding Di Yu's hand tightly, and his nose was crooked: "Stinky boy, if you have the ability, don't rely on women to support you, come and fight with me with real knives and guns."

Di Yu drank the cup of tea in his hand and slowly put it down: "Willing to accompany."

Duan Yichang was overjoyed when he heard that he agreed. In his eyes, Di Yu was just a lost dog, and it was only with that good-looking face that Li Mengzhu was fascinated.

If he makes a big fool of himself in front of people, he is not afraid that Li Mengzhu will not lose interest in him.

Li Mengzhu is the daughter of the princess of Xixia, he is the crown prince of Dali and the future emperor, and only two people are the right match.

Di Yu broke free of Li Mengzhu's palm and walked to the field.

No one spoke out to persuade them, including Xuzhu, and it seemed that everyone acquiesced to this competition.

The emperor didn't speak, and the concubines and courtiers below didn't dare to speak.

"I'm a member of the Dali royal family, I can't bully you as a civilian, let's say, what weapon do you use? Let you pick first!" Duan Yichang said angrily.

Di Yu was not polite: "Sword

!" "Okay, just compare swords! I want to convince you!"

After a while, the guard handed over two wooden swords with a tray, obviously instructed.

Di Yu took a handful casually, put it in the palm of his hand and danced. This body had learned the family Xi technique, and after the memory was fused, the sword technique was also engraved in his mind.

However, his non-"professional" actions provoked laughter.

Duan Yiping shouted with a smile: "Look, he can't use a sword, it's not a pig's nose with a green onion......"

Before he finished speaking, he was glared at by his mother and shrank back.

"Get ready, you make a move!" Duan Yichang looked at Di Yu with a disdainful face.

The most powerful swordsmanship of the Duan clan in Dali is called the Six Veins Divine Sword, but it is said that only Duan Yu has practiced it alone. The second is a yang finger, which is fingering, not swordsmanship.

In this regard, Duan Yichang's swordsmanship should be average.

Di Yu was also not polite, and stabbed out a sword in a void, which was exactly a move of the Di family's swordsmanship.

Duan Yichang looked at Di Yu's move, and couldn't help laughing: "That's it, I thought you had some wonderful swordsmanship!"

The Di family swordsmanship is not a wonderful sword move in the martial arts, but is created for battlefield killing, and it is suitable for melee.

The people who originally had expectations for Di Yu all shook their heads secretly, and even Li Mengzhu was full of disappointment.

Hey, in this competition, Brother Di lost!

The Dali Duan clan is the most unlike royal family, and it is better to say that they are a martial arts family. Duan's swordsmanship is actually very famous. Duan Yu's father, Duan Zhengchun, the king of Zhennan, used a good sword.

Duan Yichang is a disciple of the Duan clan in Dali and the crown prince, and the fire on the sword will definitely not be bad.

Di Yu stabbed with a sword, Duan Yichang deliberately flaunted, took a step back, and was unstoppable.

After a sword pierced the air, Di Yu stabbed a sword again.

He originally only had basic internal strength, and there was no internal force blessing on the sword, and the power was not great.

Duan Yichang stepped back again and said proudly: "If you only have these two shots, then I'm going to make a move." After

speaking, brush!

A move "Silver Snake Spit Letter" stabbed directly at Di Yu's chest......