The Liao envoy spread his hands and said: "The Holy Religion is the state religion of our country, their identity is special, and the envoy cannot be restrained, don't blame the Prime Minister, the envoy is really powerless." Besides, it was a normal competition between warriors, so what did it have to do with diplomatic relations between the two countries? If the prime minister felt that it was necessary to carry out a thorough investigation and purge of the Da Liao envoys, then the envoy would be waiting for the great commander, but I don't know if the prime minister could bear the wrath of His Majesty the Liao Emperor? ”

Liao Envoy said this very calmly, but he was extremely tough.

Lin Weizhong's eyes narrowed slightly, straightened up, put his hands behind him, and said lightly: "Is your envoy declaring war? ”

The Liao envoy shook his head with a smile and said, "Don't dare, don't dare, where is the declaration of war, it's just a matter of facts, it's just a personal grudge between Elder Saint Sect Ren and Governor Li." Of course, if the Prime Minister feels that such a private battle needs to be escalated into a national war, I, Daliao, will also accompany him to the end. ”

Two powerful empires, because of a small matter, may be about to have a huge collision, which makes the envoys of other countries in the hall silent, and the needle drop can be heard for a while.

Only the envoys of the Northern Yuan Dynasty were gloating, if the Liao State and the Shang State went to war, it would be a very good thing for the Great Yuan. It is believed that the two golden families will definitely cease war at this time, and then take this opportunity to encroach on the Shang State and the Liao State together.

Tana's brows furrowed slightly, she didn't expect such a thing to happen just after she had negotiated "cooperation" with Li Zhi'an. She didn't care about the war between the Liao State and the Shang State, she was worried about what she would do if Li Zhi'an accepted this challenge and was accidentally killed?

Regardless of whether Li Zhi'an has been abolished in martial arts, there will always be accidents in life-and-death struggles. Tana was already thinking about it at this time, if Li Zhi'an was really killed in this competition, who should she find to continue "cooperation"?

Lin Weizhong looked at the Liao envoy with blazing eyes, and was just about to say something, but he saw the second prime minister Sun Bolun walking up to him, looking at the Liao envoy, and said calmly: "Your envoy thinks that this is a normal thing for a martial artist, and the prime minister also thinks that this is also a normal thing, so your envoy, there is a disciple in the prime minister who has good martial arts, and now he wants to challenge this elder of the Demon Sect, I don't know if it is possible?"

Although Lin and Sun were fighting openly and secretly in the court, they surprisingly remained consistent externally.

The Liao envoy smiled and said: "There is nothing to do, but there must always be a first come, the Holy Sect Elder Ren challenged Governor Li in front, as for the second minister's disciple, it is better to wait until this challenge is over." ”

Sun Bolun stared at him expressionlessly, and said: "The doorman of the true phase is already impatient, and he has to challenge the elders of your country before this!

The wine glass in his hand slammed to the ground, and his old face became even more stern at this moment.

"Your envoy represents the Liao Emperor, and wants to go to war, I welcome it, and the border soldiers have not drunk the blood of the Liao people for a long time, and now it is the time when they are thirsty. The Demon Sect wants to challenge, and my big business is also very welcome, and the guest has been waiting for a long time. As for challenging the Great Governor of the Forbidden Army, an elder of a district does not have that qualification, so he is called the Demon Sect Leader Hua Ruthless, but I don't know if he has the ability to pass the level of the Divine Sword Hall!"

Sun Bolun's words were like a cup on the ground, loud and loud.

The Liao envoy took a deep breath, smiled, sat back in his position, and said nothing.

At this moment, the Demon Sect Elder named Ren Wantian spoke: "Why do things in the martial arts involve so much? Sun Xiangye, if you use a knife in your house, this seat can accept the challenge. Kill him, and it's not too late to challenge Li Zhi'an again. ”

Zhang Chunde looked at Ren Wantian's neck, felt that his hands were getting more and more itchy, and felt that if he didn't cut out this knife, he would feel really uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but start rubbing his hands.

He took a deep breath and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard someone outside the temple gate: "You are not qualified to challenge my son-in-law, your ability is too low, you are not worthy of letting my son-in-law use a knife, killing you is no different from killing a chicken." ”

"Scholar's knife" Zhao An walked in from outside the hall with his hands behind his back, his body was thin and a little rickety.

"It's not that the guest of Sun Cixiang will make a move, if this elder wants to challenge my son-in-law, he will pass the level of my old servant first. ”

Zhao An walked into the hall with steady steps, came to Zhang Chunde, bowed and saluted, and squeezed his eyes at him imperceptibly.

Zhang Chunde sighed helplessly, it seems that the third son has already made arrangements. It's just that he really can't understand that isn't it good for him to take advantage of his identity as a prince? In this way, others think that the third son's martial arts have been restored, or they have not been abolished in the first place.

In this way, you can deter those who spy on the third son, which can save a lot of trouble, and the third son will be much safer in the future. Isn't this very good? Why did he send Lao Zhao An over? It really made him puzzled.

But anyway, this is the arrangement of the prince, and he can't say anything.

Looking at Zhao An, who had already walked towards Ren Wantian, Zhang Chunde's eyes were full of resentment, but he was not good at this time, so he could only continue to itch his hands.

Ren Wantian looked at Zhao An, the old housekeeper who was already standing in front of him, looked up and down, and snorted softly: "An old slave, barking like a dog." ”

The old butler raised a smile on his wrinkled face like dried orange peel, and did not pay attention to Ren Wantian, but saluted Lin Weizhong and Sun Bolun and said, "Two masters, my son-in-law must not be insulted, and if he is insulted, he will die." Seeing blood in the hall today, there is a lot of disrespect, but I still hope that the two masters will become old slaves. ”

Lin Weizhong frowned and said, "But I don't know what your old servant's methods are? Do you know that this is not only a matter of Li Dadu's personal honor and insult, but also about the face of my big businessman." ”

Sun Bolun knew the old housekeeper, and said with a smile: "The 'scholar's old knife' has not been used for many years, and the day before yesterday was a glimpse, and it has not yet let people get a glimpse of the style of the year." The true picture is going to open his eyes today, but I don't know, the scholar is old, can he still swing a knife to break the mountain?"

The old butler calmly arched his hand and said, "Although he is old, the knife can still dance." ”

"Okay!" Sun Bolun shouted, and then said: "Come on, take the knife and the two!"

After Sun Bolun made such a statement, the other people in the main hall retreated to the two one after another, completely vacating the central part to facilitate the competition between the two.

Not long after, a guard came in with two knives and handed them to Ren Wantian and the old housekeeper respectively.

Drawing the knife out of the sheath, Ren Wantian's expression couldn't help but become a little solemn, originally he thought that the old man opposite was just an old servant in Li Zhi'an's family, even if he was good at martial arts, he would not be his opponent. However, in the conversation between the other party and Sun Cixiang just now, he realized that this old man who looked extremely thin turned out to be the famous "scholar knife" who was the first of the ten unique knives in the north.

Although the scholar's knife is old, his prestige is still there, so he can't help but not pay attention to this sword master.

The knife has been unsheathed, and it is a little heavy in his hand, and the old housekeeper frowned quite unhappily, this knife is not suitable, the palace is not good at breaking the rules, and he is not allowed to bring weapons when he enters the palace.

The old housekeeper secretly slandered himself, then frowned, raised his knife, and pointed at Ren Wantian.

The battle was about to break out, and the air in the hall seemed to be a little frozen.

Ren Wantian's breath suddenly converged, and then with a burst of "Ah!", the breath burst out like a violent wind again, and the toes of the ground made a short and sharp sound storm, and the knife in his hand slashed out head-on, turning into a heavy knife shadow in an instant, extremely sharp and crazy!

This is the essence of the knife technique created by observing the yellow sand storm in the desert of the Western Regions, and the name is "Thirteen Styles of Tearing the Wind and Splitting the Mountain".

This is the first form: the wind rises and the sand rises.

The wind rises and the sand blows the charming eyes, and the shadows of the swords fascinate people's eyes, not knowing which is true, which is false, which is real, and which is false. However, the false can become true, and the real can also become false. It seems to be real, but it is virtual, virtual with real, real with virtual. Every sword shadow is fake, and the first sword shadow can become real.

The old butler's eyes narrowed slightly, he took a step back, and then rushed forward violently, his speed didn't seem to be fast, but just this slight momentum let all the knife shadows pass and almost crashed into Ren Wantian's arms.

His blade slashed from the bottom to the top at a twisted, yet eerie angle.

"Li Bai is famous all over the world. ”

He read a sentence slowly, and the twisted blade cut out dozens of changes at this moment, like a strong and powerful pen peak, writing something. With the last stroke, the sword light burst out, and at an extremely incredible angle, it slashed towards Ren Wantian's neck.

Ren Wantian's eyes were shocked, he raised his head slightly, narrowly avoided the bright blade, and then his body spun rapidly in mid-air like a spinning top, very cleverly letting the old butler almost stick to him. The shadow of the sword covered his whole body in an instant as he rotated his body, almost cutting through the air, like a desert tornado!

The second style of "Thirteen Styles of Tearing the Wind and Splitting the Mountain": The sand scrolls the world is dark.

The old butler hurriedly turned around, and read another sentence in his mouth: "The Kaiyuan people know each other best." ”

Then he vigorously took out the knife, but this knife was extremely open, completely abandoning the previous treacherous posture, and Da Ming generously slashed towards the opponent's waist.

"Dangdangdangdang", a series of knife strikes sounded, piercing, intense, and as rapid as rain hitting lotus leaves.

The two distanced themselves again, and after a temporary separation, Ren Wantian shouted again, and the knife brought up the sound of "whooshing", and it seemed to be sandwiched with the sound of "da-da-da" sand and gravel.

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