Chapter 9: The literary energy and internal force are used together

The general in charge snorted coldly: "Come here, kill me!"

The hundred cavalry guards rushed out immediately, pulled out their long swords one by one, and chopped them at Li Ke who was standing in the carriage.

There was a faint aura on the big sword.

That is internal strength. Only when a warrior who has internal strength can he be considered a real warrior.

In an instant, several big swords came with internal force, and Li Ke also frowned slightly.

The next moment, he moved his body and shot up with force.

Then he rushed down at the many cavalry below, raised his hand, and slapped it out with a palm, and a powerful internal force directly shocked several cavalry.

After landing, Li Ke glanced coldly and then clapped his hands at the nearest cavalry again.

The gap between the third grade and the first grade is too big. Li Ke had just obtained the third grade strength before, and he could still use one-to-one grades.

At this moment, after familiarizing yourself with the third-grade strength and internal strength, Li Ke was even more skillful.

Therefore, when the cavalry approached could not match it at all.

Seeing more and more subordinates falling down, the cavalry general looked calm.

He didn't think about taking Li Ke down with these subordinates.

Instead, he planned to use these people to consume Li Ke's physical strength.

Both are third-grade, the difference in physical strength is also a huge impact!

Time passed by minute by minute, about a cup of tea.

Hundreds of cavalry had all fallen to the ground and screamed.

Then, Li Ke looked at the cavalry general and the red-robed literati.

The literati of red robe sneered disdainfully:

"I don't believe that you are a scholar, either. It's so vulgar, it's a disgrace to be a gentleman!"

Li Ke ignored the scholar. Since ancient times, literati were despised by each other. It was true. Judging from his arrogant expression, I thought that he would not plan to take action until the last moment.

So, Li Ke looked directly at the middle-aged general.

The middle-aged general rode on a horse.

Looking at Li Ke, he said, "Third Prince, if you surrender, you will come to Chang'an, Your Majesty, please spare your life! If you insist on..."

"No need to say much, let's take action!" Li Ke spoke lightly!

"Uh? Haha, since that's the case, I don't need to say much!"

The general kicked his feet and instantly soared into the sky from the horse's back, then rushed towards Li Ke.

At the same time, I pulled out a long knife from my waist and slashed it hard.

Li Ke stomped his feet, and a knife on the ground instantly shook and landed steadily in his hand.

Then he raised his hand and rushed up, holding the big sword and slashed horizontally at the general who was rushing down.

"When~"

With a loud bang, two terrifying internal forces instantly dispersed.

Then the two figures were staggered.

After landing, the general frowned slightly and looked at the big knife in his hand.

The big knife was shaking slightly.

However, the tremor could not be eliminated no matter how hard he tried.

I couldn't help but be shocked: "This kid is not weaker than me..."

Looking at Li Ke again, there was a gap in the big knife in his hand.

But this can only prove that the quality of the knife is not as good as that of the general.

"The same third-ranked class is different, but there are differences in height!" Li Ke sneered.

The general looked slightly calm and said to Li Ke: "No, it's divided into early, mid and late stages!"

"So, are you?" Li Ke asked.

"Mid-term!" said the general.

Li Ke smiled: "Then I, probably in the late stage..."

The strength of the third-grade warrior rewarded by the system is estimated to be calculated by integer numbers.

So, he is at the third level, which is the late stage!

The general's face became increasingly unfair.

Now, I was more or less panicked!

After all, the gap between the mid-term and late stages is still quite large.

Li Ke held the knife and turned around at the same time as the general.

Then the two continued to rush together, with their swords opening and closing, and they kept colliding.

Internal force and sparks kept flashing, and the jingling sound was endless.

At this moment, there is no unnecessary nonsense, only combat.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, and the internal force of the sword light was always accompanied by a huge crisis.

If you are not careful, you may die under the other party's knife.

After fighting like this for nearly half a cup of tea.

With a sneer, the general's chest and clothes cracked!

Immediately afterwards, blood flowed out!

“Um…”

The general looked down and spitted blood in his mouth, then fell straight down.

Looking at Li Ke again, his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly and he kept taking deep breaths.

After so long battles, even if you win, the consumption in your body will be extremely huge.

At this moment, when Wu Zhao, who had been worried in the carriage, quickly poked his head out and saw that Li Ke was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief!

Li Ke took a few deep breaths before looking at the literati in red.

The literati in red still showed a contemptuous smile and said:

"A martial artist, extremely vulgar!"

Li Ke snorted coldly: "Vulgar? Humph, today I will kill you with force!"

After the words came, Li Ke quickly rushed out with his knife and slashed at the red-clothed literati on the horse's back. An internal force came out of the knife, carrying a huge power, and headed towards the red-clothed literati.

The literati in red looked at him and took out a piece of paper.

Some words were written on the paper, and as he threw them out, Li Ke finally saw what he wrote, and the literati in red read it out:

"I am still standing, don't approach me!"

In an instant, the paper emitted a faint light, and a literary spirit formed a wall of air, like a shield blocking the red-clothed literary man.

In an instant, the big knife had arrived and hit the literary atmosphere released by the paper with a bang.

For a moment, it was impossible to break it.

Li Ke narrowed his eyes, put away his knife and twisted his body to accumulate strength, and then slashed down again.

With a bang, the barrier of literary breath broke instantly and the paper shattered.

The big sword continued to cast its momentum, and it continued to leave at the literati in red.

The literati in red was a little surprised and suddenly took out a pen, hooked the sword and wrote a word:

"Are!"

The big sword was blocked by this word!

Li Ke's face was gloomy, it seemed that there were many ways to use literary styles.

However, he was not in a hurry to use it.

He also wanted to see how many ways this literati could use to use literary style.

So his subordinates used force and slashed again, breaking the word "天".

The big knife was about to move closer.

But I saw the red-clothed literary man outline the pen in the air and spoke in his mouth:

"Take one stroke at a time..."
To be continued...