"Bang dang..."

The sword fell to the ground...

Mr. Mo lost all strength, his head drooped weakly, his body collapsed uncontrollably, and he knelt on the ground with his hands propped up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was silence all around.

Kawamura slowly straightened up, his sword sheathed. Then he turned around, with no expression on his face, silently condescending to look at the half-kneeling man.

His voice was long and deep, as if it was desolate and distant, and the tragic and tragic RB ancient style, like a poet's aria, said in this silent venue.

"Four years ago, Mr. Mo, a sword idiot, was invincible. I came here to challenge. In the wilderness of the suburbs, my skills are not as good as others, and I will lose you in half a move. However, I am obsessed with making a four-year covenant with you to challenge again. ”

"Now, the agreement has arrived, but what I didn't expect is this."

"The sword, or the sword of yesterday."

"People, but they are no longer the people of yesterday!"

"Spare your life, and you will live forever, in guilt!"

Kawamura Ren took one last look at the person in front of him, patted his clothes, and left the hall step by step with wooden shoes. During this time, there was not a single turning back.

Subsequently, the surrounding noise rang out loudly, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Hey......"

Master Zhang let out a long sigh, and several elders and old men in the front row glanced at each other, and then all of them stood up and walked out of the field without looking back.

Lin Yao didn't know what he was thinking, he supported his head with one hand, and watched in a daze as a group of young disciples supported Mr. Mo out of the arena until he disappeared. It wasn't until Qiao Wei stood silently next to him for a long time that he reacted.

"It's all our fault."

"It was we who asked Mr. Mo to complete the competition here, and he agreed to fight with Kawamura Ren in front of so many people in order to repay a promise from the Eight Pole Gate," Qiao Wei sighed, "But this battle almost ruined him..."

"But this battle is still very exciting," Lin Yao smiled, "I have heard that many people are ready to devote themselves to the martial arts world, although Mr. Mo lost, but after such a wonderful battle, the martial arts world will inevitably usher in a big ~ wave of new blood." Isn't that already great? ”

Qiao Wei bit her lip and gave him a complicated look.

The corners of Lin Yao's mouth curled~, and he returned her with a smile, looking exceptionally sunny.

It seemed that he was infected, Qiao Wei's mood became much better, she glanced at him, and said, "Okay, Mr. Mo's competition is over, and everyone has dispersed." The master said that it would be good for you to go back directly, everyone is tired, and as for the martial arts matters, I will discuss them later when I have time. You can go back first. ”

With that, the female officer waved her hand and left.

Lin Yao pursed his lips, he was already used to her character of coming and going like the wind. He leaned back in his seat and let out a sigh.

Sure enough, Cheng Hai followed and walked over, with a damp ~ red face, looking like he was still immersed in the gorgeous competition just now.

Lin Yao had to admit that the competition between Mr. Mo and RB swordsman Ren Kawamura was indeed exciting, even when the two were fighting, sometimes it was so fast that he couldn't see the moves clearly, but even the light and shadow effect of the sword dance was still very lethal for the young people present. This pinnacle competition with huge publicity momentum will inevitably attract a lot of fresh blood and inject it into today's old martial arts world.

"It's so exciting!" Cheng Hai was excited as if he had returned to his childhood of fantasy, "The battle between the strongest swordsmen in the martial arts circles of the two countries, this competition can definitely go down in the history of the rivers and lakes!" It's simply a realistic version of Huashan's sword! ”

"Hehe, it's really wonderful, but you're too ...... Kindness! What did you say last time?! Lin Yao was suddenly stunned.

Cheng Hai was stunned and said, "I said, 'This is simply a realistic version of Huashan Lunjian'..."

"No, no, no! One more sentence! ”

"Uh..."Cheng Hai thought for a while and hesitated, "This competition can definitely go down in the history of the rivers and lakes...?" ”

Lin Yao slapped his big~ leg and said, "Hey, that's it!" You're so right, I didn't think of it! ”

Cheng Hai's face was inexplicable, Lin Yao laughed, his mood changed, and his whole person felt floating. Hooking Cheng Hai's shoulder, he walked out of the door of the hall, and said as he walked, "Didn't you say that you wanted to invite me to dinner, let's take a walk, I had a fight with others today, and I watched others fight for a long time, and I was already hungry, so let's go eat now!" ”

The two got into the car, and Cheng Hai smiled and said, "Of course, Mr. Lin..."

Lin Yao slapped Cheng Hai on the shoulder, interrupted him, and said, "You used to be in school, and you must have done well in your studies!" ”

"Hehe, it's okay, I take the first grade every time..."Cheng Hai said with a humble face.

"......" Lin Yao was almost choked to death, so he simply waved his hand and stopped talking, tilting his head to look out the window.

Although Cheng Hai was so polite to him was entirely because of Su Qing's request, Lin Yao still didn't mind it. He has his own set of dating rules, and Cheng Hai's approach did not bother him at all, but his attitude was sincere and correct, so he naturally didn't mind accepting Cheng Hai's apology.

Cheng Hai parked the car downstairs in a hotel, and then the two went upstairs directly into a private room, which was obviously ordered by Cheng Hai in advance. Later, after the two of them ate nonsense, Lin Yao naturally accepted Cheng Hai's sincere apology again, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, Cheng Hai was because Lin Yao's answer finally reassured him; And Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief because he could finally get rid of Cheng Hai's "politeness and sincerity". He really couldn't stand this soft boxing combination.

Refusing Cheng Hai's idea of sending him back, Lin Yao wandered aimlessly for a long time on the bustling commercial street, looking at the slowly darkening sky, and then he beckoned to take a ride home. When I returned home and opened the door, it was already completely dark outside the window, and I took out my phone to see that it was eight o'clock in the evening.

Looking at the empty room, Lin Yao was stunned for a moment. He took a pen and paper from his desk, then sat down on the couch in the living room and began to think about what had happened today.

All this is because of the sentence that Cheng Hai said inadvertently.

"This competition can definitely go down in the annals of history!"

Ever since he obtained this magical panel of the [Book God], he has been sifting through all kinds of major news on the news client to upload records, but since the last time he obtained 31 [Power Points], he has not encountered any [Record-Significant] events.

This undoubtedly made him very puzzled. What kind of thing is called a "record-keeping" thing?

Today, Cheng Hai's words seemed to break through the light of the dark dawn, making Lin Yao's eyes shine!

Perhaps, what I want to record is not necessarily limited to natural and man-made disasters and national events.

The life of the heroic epic, the Huashan sword of martial arts, and the dying spirit of the spirit. Isn't such a biography, martial arts secrets, and immortal spirit worth recording?

There is no lack of knowledge and skills in the coffin, and the knowledge and skills that can be exchanged in the system guarantee everything imaginable, and what the coffin lacks is the humanistic spirit! It's a character deed! And Mr. Mo's battle today represents the highest level of swordsmanship in the martial arts world! It's irreplaceable by all else!

Lin Yao cleared his thoughts and began to write: "In late September 2016, when the martial arts world was in decline, two legendary swordsmen from different countries and schools openly launched an epoch-making decisive battle in Sanjiao City, and one of them ......"

From the background introduction of the swordsman to the cause and result of the incident, this battle was printed on letter paper under Lin Yao's pen, a... Two... Three.

Half an hour later, Lin Yao finally finished writing the last sentence - "Martial arts, there is never a shortage of legends!" ”。

Collect the pen and name it.

The three pieces of letter paper that record Mr. Mo's ten-year legend and today's pinnacle battle are presented in his hands. He finally let out a long breath.

Activate [Authority].

A glimmer of light flashed, and the letter paper in his hand suddenly disappeared, turning into a little starlight.

[Record successful! 】

Take another look at the points you get. Lin Yao was in ecstasy!

"Well, I've made a lot of money now!"