He took the silver sword handed over by Gonggong Zhu and strode to the center of the hall.

Bow and salute, one is for the emperor and the other is for the opponent.

"If you don't know how to choose words, you still want to look at Lord Zhou Haihan."

"Your Highness is really good at laughing."

Zhou Zhao snorted coldly and stood with his hands in his hands.

Zhu Gonggong took his small steps again, walked in front of Zhou Zhao, and offered his sword with both hands.

The drums stopped, and the hall was silent.

In front of everyone's eyes, Zhou Zhao did not restrain at all.

One got up and rushed towards Yu Zeyan and killed directly.

Yu Zeyan, who was not far in front of him, was still standing there motionless with his eyes closed.

"Why are you still stunned there..."Gu Nian was worried and muttered in a low voice.

"The princess doesn't have to worry too much, His Royal Highness can handle it." Shen Huan stood behind him and whispered reassuringly.

Suddenly, the wind whistled in his ears, and Yu Zeyan turned sideways, using his arm as the axis, and his whole body rotated.

Flying sword dance, overcoming rigidity with softness.

It is precisely to retreat as advance, defend step by step, and not attack at all.

His body was as light as the wind, looming in the midst of the intertwining.

Fairy jade bones, leisurely posture.

Everyone sighed, and the sighs did not stop.

This young man who has always been a gentleman is so deep hidden.

In this impetuous era led by meritorious fame, there is such an open-minded feeling hidden in the city.

His gestures were all fluttering, and his long sword slashed through the air, dividing the silk on the top of the hall into two, and suddenly scattered to cover his moves.

Compared with Zhou Zhao's step-by-step pressing, it is more wild and uninhibited.

Yu Zeyan understands that the drunkard's intention is not to drink.

His purpose was to find out the truth.

It was exactly the same as that night in the rainy suburbs, and the Fifth Highness thought exactly the same.

can't take the initiative to attack, that passive defense, as long as I don't lose face in the Heavenly Dynasty, there will always be a moment to stop.

Zhou Zhao also seemed to be secretly ruthless, the sword wind became more and more fierce, and he was ruthless under several attacks.

He wanted to force Yu Zhiyan to counterattack.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, and could only see a black and a white figure intertwined in the air, and the crisp sound of the two swords striking each other was heard between the ups and downs.

The red silk was smashed into countless pieces by the rain of swords that were ruthlessly chopped down, and they flew like lotus on the sword.

The entangled and intertwined figures in the lotus loomed.

It's in full swing in the midst of a fiery red.

Yu Zeyan's wide robe drifted out in the wind, and the starry moonlight revealed from the glazed ceiling was like a fairy in Penglai Wonderland, the posture of heaven and man.

In a trance, the fruits in Gu Nian's hands fell to the ground, and he was a little stupid.

No matter how the people at the bottom look at it, their state of mind is not as anxious as that of the people in the middle.

The more lazy Yu Zeyan was, the more anxious Zhou Zhao became.

For the first time, he felt that there was someone he couldn't compare to his patience.

What's more, the guy in front of him, with good use of skill, can dodge a slam blow under his head and face without much effort.

With a horizontal heart, I knew that I couldn't delay any longer.

Suddenly, the sword wind suddenly concentrated and slashed, so that Yu Xueyan, who was blindly dodging, could not avoid it.

I can only meet the scalp.

"Click".

Yu Zeyan felt that his arm was numb, but the long sword he held in his hand was broken in half.

Surprised, he saw a smile flashing in Zhou Zhao's eyes.

I was secretly shocked in my heart, not good, I was tricked.

Although the sword was broken, the fist that came fell in a row.

From sword dancing to simple martial arts, it only takes a sword break.

Zhou Zhao is good at kung fu, and his chic and free will make it difficult for Yu Zeyan to deal with.

The blind defense was completely defeated, and Yu Zeyan had to attack head-on.

With a flip of the palm, a sharp palm suddenly skyrocketed.

Zhou Zhao, who had long expected Yu Zeyan to attack, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and in the midst of the uproar, he volleyed the moon and forced Yu Zeyan to the disadvantage.

Yu Zeyan had to take a salary from the bottom of the kettle, so he held back his anger and struck hard.

A white figure burst through the air like lightning, and the fierce aura swept through, inadvertently shaking the wine cup on the guest's table.

His palms flew out horizontally, and before anyone arrived, his qi went first.

Soft but ruthless, it struck at Zhou Zhao's throat lightly and elegantly.

I want to die.

Zhou Zhao reacted extremely quickly and immediately turned over and moved back.

But...

It's too late.

In the moment of lightning, Yu Zeyan had already grabbed his throat, and it only took another inch to kill someone.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and the ministers are in an uproar.

At the last moment, as soon as Yu Zeyan's hand was released, he gave Zhou Zhao the power to backhand.

A palm slap surged, and Yu Zeyan also symbolically reflexively landed.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this was deliberately made by Yu Zeyan, so that the scene will not be too ugly.

Then Zhou Zhao staggered to the ground.

Winning or losing is in people's hearts, and no one cares, and in the end, it is not a counter-killing.

I don't know who applauded first.

One, two.

But the applause in the hall was loud.

All the people have lost their minds.

Only the emperor who was high up looked calm, and gently tapped the table in front of him.

The two saluted the emperor and the ministers who applauded from the audience.

Finally, they face each other and make a fist signal.

"Master Zhou is good at kung fu." Yu Zeyan praised, shook the unwarranted floating ash on his body, and there was a lot of ridicule in his words.

Zhou Zhao's face was as usual, but he didn't feel ashamed.

"Master Zhou is really a young talent, and his kung fu is first-class." The Emperor drank the cup of wine and laughed.

Anyone can hear the disdain and ridicule in these words, and it is clear that the last step is that Yu Zhiyan has backed down.

Zhou Zhao didn't feel the slightest loss of face, but smiled slightly and thanked His Majesty.

Although he lost this competition, he found out the truth and reality.

Besides, I didn't intend to compete in the first place.

However, there is one thing to say, this Changning Shizi's kung fu is indeed very hidden, and it seems that today he only used half of his strength.

Or I underestimated the enemy.

The corners of Zhou Zhao's mouth rose slightly, feeling very interesting.

On the contrary, Yu Zeyan did not feel very happy. for he has indeed fallen into the man's scheme.

He looked around, and couldn't help but Zhou Zhao's eyes were deep when he looked at him, and even the gaze of the Fifth Highness became meaningful.

At this moment of peace, Zhou Zhao suddenly knelt down and bowed.

"Your Majesty, this competition is won by the minister, what does Your Majesty want to reward?

How can there be a reward of his own...

Yu Zeyan frowned, unable to figure out what this person was going to do.

He silently sat back in his seat, ready to watch Zhou Zhao's one-man show.

"You said, as long as I can do it, I promise you." The emperor laughed and looked at Zhou Zhao in the audience with interest.

"The minister has a reluctant request."

Zhou Zhao's voice was loud, and he said with a cold face.

The emperor's laughter suddenly stopped, and he looked solemnly at the incomprehensible foreign minister in front of him.