Li Twenty-three finally swung his knife forward.

Before rushing forward, Li Twenty-three secretly made up his mind: he must win! The little master is still watching himself from the audience!

Thinking of this, Li Twenty-three subconsciously looked at the place where he was standing in the audience, Li Tao was still standing still, and he couldn't see any expression on his face.

Li Twenty-three raised the flying kite, which was an undefensible speed and posture, and Liu Zhong changed nine knife shapes in a row, but he still couldn't escape from the shroud of the flying kite.

He was doomed.

What kind of swordsman Liu Zhong is, victory or defeat does not have to wait until the last moment to understand, before the knife completely falls, he understands that he has lost, however, what puzzles Li Twenty-three is that there is a relieved smile on his lips.

In the moment of lightning, some things suddenly churned in Li Twenty-san's mind: yesterday's Liu Zhong, and today's Liu Zhong...... His mind was racing, and when he saw that the flying kite was about to finish, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and the flying kite drew an arc in mid-air and flew out.

The crowd let out a cry of bewilderment, and they didn't understand how Xiao Daolang could suddenly let go at this most important moment. Li Tao picked up the knife from the audience and threw the knife at Li Twenty-three: "Li Twenty-three, take the knife!" ”

Li Twenty-three's head flashed, and the flying kite landed in the corner of the high platform.

People are even more confused.

"Little master, lend me your knife!" Li Twenty-three shouted.

Li Tao wanted to ask something, but when he looked at Li Twenty-three's expression, he stopped again. He untied his knife and threw it to Li Twenty-three.

Li Twenty-three caught it and held it steadily. Turning to Liu Zhong and saluting again: "Sword Master, let's do it again." ”

Liu Zhong smiled slightly.

Li Twenty-three also smiled, and he swung his sword forward with full concentration. Liu Zhong easily caught his knife, Liu Zhong's knife was delivered densely like a cloud, Li Twenty-three flashed left and right in the shadow of the knife, and the opportunity was varied, although the danger was full of dangers, but there were a few knives that made it extremely beautiful, which made the old swordsmen present appreciate. They just didn't understand why this little knife man's sword skills had suddenly regressed so quickly, although the current sword skills were outstanding among the younger generation. But compared to its previous performance, it is too far away.

Liu Zhong was merciless, a knife was as tight as a knife, in the seventy-ninth move. The knife in Li Twenty-three's hand collided with Liu Zhong's knife. Li Twenty-three not only flew out with a knife, but also hung a color on his arm.

"Knife Master, I lost." Li Twenty-three said with a smile.

Li Tao kept looking at Li Twenty-three, why was Li Twenty-three's expression so cheerful even though he had lost? He seemed to have a glimmer of clarity in his heart.

Liu Zhong quickly stepped forward to hold Li Twenty-three's arm, and exclaimed: "Xiao Daolang, it's really good!" ”

His eyes burned, and he suddenly raised Li Twenty-three's uninjured arm. shouted to the audience: "Daolang Li Twenty-three, although defeated, he is still glorious!" ”

Everyone in the audience saw with their own eyes that Li Twenty-three was indomitable. Although he lost, he was bright and open, and he was amazed in his heart, and he cheered loudly.

Li Twenty-three smiled, only he knew that after Liu Zhong's words, there was another meaning.

Li Twenty-three picked up the flying kite from the high platform, touched it lightly, and threw it into the distance, the knife went straight into the desert, only to see the wind and sand rolling, and the knife quickly disappeared.

This is the end of today's competition, everyone dispersed, Li Tao and Li Twenty-three were about to leave, Liu Zhong stopped him: "Little Daolang! ”

"What?" Li Twenty-three turned around.

"Do you need a new knife?" Liu Zhong smiled and took out a brand-new scimitar.

Li Twenty-three grinned: "Thank you, Sword Master!" ”

Liu Zhong threw the knife to Li Twenty-three, packed his things and prepared to go home.

Li Twenty-three drew his knife out of the sheath, and the snowy blade was as thin as a cicada's wings, dazzling in the sun.

Li Tao looked at Liu Zhong with burning eyes: "Does the sword master know about the flying kite?" ”

Liu Zhong looked at Li Tao and smiled again. He recalled the moment when he became the Blade Master last year, when the previous Blade Master gave him a map and asked him to look for the legendary Divine Sword, but he did not find it. But in the process of searching for the magic knife, he found a knife left by his father, named Flying Kite.

Liu Zhong held the flying kite, as if he saw his father again, in the past year, every time he practiced the knife, he must have used the flying kite. During the practice, he didn't feel anything special about this knife, and it wasn't until yesterday's competition that he felt the power contained in the flying kite, this magical scimitar, which always found the move against his opponent faster than him, which surprised him at first, and soon he felt unhappy. As a top swordsman, he has a deep pride in his bones, and if he wants to win, he must rely on his true ability, not to mention, how can a swordsman like him be willing to be dominated by the knife? If it weren't for the fact that the knife was left by his father, I am afraid that he would have thrown it away three days ago. Three days ago, the gale lost the flying kite, but he felt a sense of relief, and in today's few battles, although he won hard, he was dignified. When he saw that what Li Twenty-three was holding in his hand was the flying kite, he couldn't help but feel worried about Xiao Daolang, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of victory. If he hadn't made an oath not to ask others about his sword after the gale, he would have explained the matter to Li Twenty-three a long time ago. What Liu Zhong didn't expect was that although Li Twenty-three won a few battles with the flying kite, he threw away the flying kite in the last game. This made him deeply gratified: this little knife man actually has an arrogant backbone.

"Li Twenty-three, don't you know that if you give up the flying kite, you will definitely be defeated?" After listening to Liu Zhong finish telling the story of the flying kite, Li Tao asked with a smile.

Li Twenty-three said embarrassedly: "I know, little master." It's just that I think that the victory of the knife is not my victory after all, and even if I win with the flying kite, I am a failure, and I and the sword owner have been insulted by the flying kite. ”

Li Tao smiled and nodded.

"What's more......" Li Twenty-three hesitated, turned his head to look at Liu Zhong, puffed up his chest and said: "Although I can't defeat the sword master today, I will ...... in the future."

"It's a long time, I really didn't misunderstand you!" Li Tao laughed loudly.

Liu Zhong guided Li Tao and Li Twenty-three to a poplar forest not far away, where there was a slightly convex lonely grave, and a small stone tablet in front of the tomb, which had never been written.

"Whose grave is this?" Li Tao asked.

"There's my father buried here!" Liu Zhong sighed and said, "That is, the sword master thirty years ago, Liu Huzi. ”

Liu Huzi?

Li Tao and Li Twenty-three didn't expect that the mythical sword master turned out to be Liu Zhong's father, no one knew his whereabouts for so many years, it turned out that he was dead?

"I also stumbled upon his body, which was completely dry and buried under the dunes, but he was still holding the flying kite tightly in his hand, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it away." Liu Zhong sighed again.

Li Tao and Li Twenty-three were silent. (To be continued......)