Everyone has their own thoughts.

Everyone's minds were attracted by the sound of drums coming from far and near.

In the middle of the platform, the young general holding the pole had already waved the pole in his hand to the beat of the drum.

His figure is strong and agile, like a dragon swimming in the wind.

Each and every move exudes a sense of unbridledness.

The lotus pole in his hand drew circles of cyan arcs.

The originally soft texture, now in his hand, seemed to be filled with the power of Lei Ting and became indestructible!

The sound of drums gradually became louder and louder.

His movements also became rapid and violent.

Vertical, leap, jump, turn...

Stab, chop, scratch, chop...

The silver armor flashed with dazzling white light in the sunlight.

His handsome and cold face was as serious as frost.

The dark eyes give people a strong illusion.

It seems that time and space are spinning, and we are in a war-torn battlefield.

The sound of drums shook the sky, and the sound of fighting broke through the sky.

He came with one man and one horse to kill.

The pole in his hand is the sharp weapon that can take someone's life.

There are no dazzlingly complicated moves.

His moves are very simple.

Simple and crude.

What he wants to convey to everyone is that no matter what the moves are, as long as they kill people, they are not pleasing to the eye.

The smiles on the faces of everyone in the pavilion gradually disappeared.

Everyone looked at the dancing figure on the platform with their eyes wide open.

They were pampered and had seen many kinds of charming songs and dances.

At this moment, this alternative style of sword dance gave them a completely different feeling.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, their eyes following the toned figure on the platform.

On the other side of the trestle, the sound of drums became even louder, falling like raindrops.

A sound, almost a roar.

Just like on a battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, the fighting is in full swing.

And on the platform, the dancing figure became more and more domineering.

He barely touched the ground, and the pole in his hand was swinging like a rainbow with great momentum.

The sound of drums, shouts, fighting, and the neighing of war horses were all a chaotic mess, shocking the eardrums!

The general has one man and one horse, and he enters and exits the enemy's army seven times.

The spear in his hand provoked one enemy after another.

Blood surged, dyeing the sky red.

Wails spread all over the place, and the gates of hell are opened...

There were some guests in the pavilion who were less timid and had a weaker mental capacity, but their faces showed deep fear.

Some can't even sit still.

It seemed that he had witnessed the most horrific and bloody killing in the world, and his whole body was trembling.

Even the wine glass that Prince Nan put to his lips stopped.

His straight-eyed king looked at the platform in front of him, and it seemed that through the platform he could see the battle years engraved with blood many years ago.

Soldiers fell one after another, and there was overwhelming blood between the sky and the earth.

The drum beat gradually died down, and the general stood among the mountains of corpses and turned around to look.

In addition to the sunset in the sky stained red by blood, it is the general behind him who has accomplished so much.

So what if we win?

So what if you lose?

In the end, it’s just a handful of loess and a clump of grass!

The sound of the drum will eventually fade away and gradually disappear without a trace, and everything will become peaceful.

The people on the platform have put away their load poles and are standing alone.

A strand of black hair hanging slightly crossed his stern face, revealing a deep loneliness.

But everyone in the pavilion was still immersed in the fight of blood and fire and had not come back to their senses.

The large pavilion and cheerful banquet were actually shrouded in an inexplicable sadness.

It was an indescribable heavy feeling that pressed on everyone's heart, making them unable to breathe.

Even Kang Sheng, infected by this atmosphere, looked lost and depressed as he sat there.

It wasn't until a long time later that someone came to their senses first, and thunderous applause erupted in the pavilion.

"Okay, okay, really good!"

Prince Nan clapped his hands and praised.

How many years had passed, since the Holy One had pacified the world, and since he had broken a leg and retired to his hometown, he has never had the same passion as before.

This time, it was this young man named Luo who performed a sword dance that made him relive the passion of blood and fire!

Prince Nan turned his head and quietly wiped away a trace of moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"Nephew Kang Xian and General Luo both have their own unique sword dances. It's hard to tell which one is better. It's really a feast for our eyes!"

Prince Nan praised both of them.

But there is no need to judge who is higher and who is lower.

Princess Bingqing's breathing was even more rapid, her face flushed, and her eyes couldn't bear to leave Luo Fengtang's body for a moment.

The sword dance just now made her infatuated with him even more uncontrollable.

There is only one such man in the world!

She must get it, no matter what means are used!

The celebration banquet ended successfully.

After returning to the dormitory where he stayed, the steward of the palace and the guards brought mutton soup and clean clothes.

Luo Fengtang asked the steward: "The celebration banquet is over. May I ask if the prince has any other arrangements? When can I return to the military camp?"

The steward smiled and said, "General Luo, please be patient."

"This time, the generals from all sides who have received military orders to come to Licheng for the banquet have been arranged by the prince."

"There will be other matters later and we will inform you later."

After the steward left, Luo Fengtang walked around in circles in the room irritably.

Before going out, he promised Qing'er that he would rush back to spend Chinese Valentine's Day with her.

Military orders are like mountains.

It seems that this time, he is going to break his promise again.

In the backyard of the palace, Princess Bingqing's boudoir.

Bingqing was happily telling Princess Nan about Luo Fengtang's sword dance at the previous celebration banquet.

Speaking of excitement, Bingqing's face turned red, as if she was drunk.

Those eyes are so obsessed that they can no longer hold anything else.

Princess Nan listened with a smile. After leaving Bingqing's residence, Princess Nan came to Prince Nan's study.

Prince Nan was sitting behind the desk, looking at a sword in front of him.

Princess Nan recognized that the sword was the one that accompanied Prince Nan in his wars in the north and south.

Many years have passed, and the prince has never touched the sword again.

"Your Majesty."

Princess Nan called softly and came to Prince Nan's side.
To be continued...