For a long time, Zhao Kai's heart has been very firm, martial arts cultivation not only requires talent, but also requires countless hard sweat.

Growing up in the blacksmith shop, Zhao Kai's sweat and hard work are unimaginable to many people, once he fainted countless times when he was tired next to the blacksmith platform, in the struggle on the edge of hardship, Zhao Kai's endurance and toughness are extremely strong, and even powerful and a little terrible. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Zhao Kai's mind, there has always been this majestic figure, the bearded, thin man, if it weren't for him, the current Zhao Kai may not exist in the world, that man is always silent, always half awake and half asleep, always sloppy, but he can create the sharpest cutter, the fastest scissors...... The thin body seemed to be full of explosive power at all times.

One day, the blacksmith shop went out of business.

The man gave Zhao Kai a sword, which had been cast since Zhao Kai could remember, and at the last moment when the blacksmith shop closed down, it was finally successfully cast, and the man handed the sword to Zhao Kai's hand very casually.

"This sword is called Hearthfire, I hope you don't live up to it. ”

The man's words seemed to sound in Zhao Kai's ears again, and Zhao Kai couldn't help but clench the fire, and the battle intent became more and more intense in his eyes.

Mao Yang stood opposite Zhao Kai, feeling the powerful battle intent exuded by Zhao Kai, and was on guard with all his heart.

Mao Yang's gaze swept down slightly, on the water pattern sword, it was radiating a sparkling light at the moment, the former hateful housekeeper left an indelible mark on Mao Yang, there was nothing for nothing, but I don't know why he didn't refuse the sword sent by Dugu Chen.

Perhaps it was Li Qifeng's exhortation that worked.

Maybe it was Dugu Chen's casualness that made him never realize that this sword was very precious.

Maybe from the bottom of his heart, Mao Yang likes this sword very much, and this sick sword has a charm that he can't refuse.

Mao Yang vs. Zhao Kai.

Water Ripple Duel Fire.

This may be the fate in the dark.

Zhao Kai stepped out, and above the furnace fire sword, flames came out of the wind, and the blazing sword qi surged in all directions, slashing straight down towards Mao Yang.

Mao Yang's body turned, the internal force surged, and on the water pattern sword, the sound of the waves suddenly shook loudly, like the rising tide of the river, the sound of the drums of the battle, in the face of the scorching fire, Mao Yang chose to hit hard.

Clang!

The sound of impact came out, and above the furnace fire, the flames suddenly dispersed, and the water pattern sword was also dumb.

Zhao Kai and Mao Yang passed by, and then stood with their backs to each other.

Both of their arms couldn't help but tremble, but in the eyes of the two, the anger of the battle became more and more vigorous.

Swish!

Almost at the same moment, the two of them turned abruptly and made a move at the same time.

In an instant, both of them used dozens of swords, each sword was hard-hitting, and there was no flinching.

Bang!

The water ripples and the furnace fire collided with each other again, and then the two of them fell backwards at the same time.

The battle is inseparable.

At the moment, his eyes froze, Zhao Kai took a deep breath, and all the internal force poured in, pouring into the furnace fire, and the sword body of the furnace fire became more and more bewitching, as if it had been soaked in blood.

Mao raised his eyebrows, and the internal force swept out, pouring into the water pattern sword, and the sound of the waves appeared again, getting louder and louder.

The furnace is on fire!

The water ripples move!

Flames rose into the sky and swept in all directions in the form of fiery dragons. The sound of the waves was like a war drum, reverberating in all directions, and the powerful power rushed away in all directions.

Mu Qingfeng's body couldn't help but move, and his big hand swung out, and the aftermath that hit the Quartet intercepted it, and then disappeared into invisibility.

Mao Yang was half-kneeling on the ground, and at the corner of his mouth, a trace of blood really slowly oozed out.

Zhao Kai stood, holding his sword on the ground, his expression pale, but his eyes revealed an incomparably strong fighting spirit.

"Defeated!"

Mao Yang shook his head, with the last blow just now, he felt Zhao Kai's horror, it was really a madman, an out-and-out madman.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Kai's mouth, and he slowly raised the furnace fire sword, and said softly: "Only victory can live up to it." ”

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Zhao Kai wins and Mao Yang loses!

Faced with such an ending, many powerful spectators felt sorry, when it came to strength, Mao Yang's strength was on par with Zhao Kai's strength.

Mao Yang lost because he lost to himself and his will.

Deng Yiming let out a long breath, picked up the teacup on the stone table, and drank it directly, regardless of whether the tea was hot and cold.

This time, the sword competition brought him too many surprises, too many surprises, and the ten Sword Sect disciples who participated in the qualifying competition today are probably also among the best masters in the rivers and lakes.

"God bless my Sword Sect!"

Deng Yiming said silently in his heart.

Li Qing slowly picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, swallowed it gently, and a faint smile appeared on his face, "Among the Sword Sect, there are indeed many talents, which is really enviable!"

Deng Yiming smiled and said nothing, but there was a hint of pride in his eyebrows. Li Qing pondered for a moment and continued: "The strength of the disciples of the Sword Sect is strong, I don't think this duel will continue to continue?"

Deng Yiming's eyes showed a hint of doubt.

Li Qing handed a letter into Deng Yiming's hands.

This letter was sent from the most mysterious military aircraft pavilion in the empire, and the content of the letter was very long, Deng Yiming read it carefully, but his expression became more and more shocked, and it became more and more ugly.

The content of the letter is all about the disciples of the Sword Sect, and all the strength is on the top of it, and the strength of these disciples is also compared and described in detail.

"What an empire, what a military machine pavilion. ”

Deng Yiming put the letter on the stone table heavily, his tone was very stiff, on top of the secret letter of the Military Machine Pavilion, the rankings of this qualifying match had been arranged, and there was really no need for the duel to continue, this was not a kind of protection for the Sword Sect.

Li Qing smiled, put the letter away, then dipped his fingers in the tea, and wrote a line on the stone table, "Chivalry uses martial arts to make chaos, and Confucianism uses literature to make chaos." ”

Deng Yiming's expression changed suddenly.

Li Qing still had a smile on his face, and his right hand gently brushed the line of words, and the handwriting suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"The disciples of the Sword Sect are shining, and it's time for the other sects to show themselves. Li Qing said with a soft smile.

Deng Yiming thought about it for a moment and nodded heavily.

Li Qing looked at Mao Yang, who was walking down from the ring, and said softly: "Tomorrow afternoon, the ten Sword Sect disciples in this qualifying competition are preparing to participate in the Holy Martial Banquet. ”

"Holy Martial Banquet!"

Deng Yi chewed these four words carefully, and his expression became a little playful.

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