The sword dancer heard that he was indifferent and continued to practice, the sword in his hand was like a silver dragon flying up and down, steady and chic, where the sword passed, Xi Xi was alive!

King Daxian's swordsmanship is the best one among many princes, even King Loulan, there is no such accurate swordsmanship as him, since childhood, Gasuo has both hated and admired this brother, and has wanted to ask him many times how to learn this swordsmanship, but he is reluctant to ask more because of his face.

They lived in the same palace, but they didn't see each other much, because they deliberately avoided each other, and occasionally saw his tall figure standing under the pear blossom tree, the wind blowing slightly, and the back of waving the sword was like a dragon!

In the past, he hated him, was jealous of him, and wished to get rid of him, but now, Gassel couldn't describe what kind of emotion he had for Daxian, he thought that maybe because their fate was tied together, they had to work together for interests, so he no longer wanted to get rid of Daxian, and he didn't want Daxian to be defeated by the king of Loulan.

At present, he just wants to assist Prince Songqi to complete their great cause of revenge as soon as possible, as for the future, when King Loulan is resolved, it is not too late to talk about the grievances and grievances between him and Daxian.

Speaking of Songqi, that idiot was framed and interrogated by the Criminal Department, and a number of pieces of evidence directly pointed to Queen Su Li as the murderer, if the crime was convicted, they planned to end it, let alone talk about the great cause of revenge!

Hearing the news of Songqi's disaster, he hurriedly returned home to inform Da Xian, and he reacted lightly after hearing the clinker, as if he knew about it in advance, and he was not nervous about Songqi's life at all.

After getting along with each other for a few days, seeing that Da Xian was calm, Gassel immediately knew that he had a plan or a way to deal with it, so he was no longer in a hurry, but sat down leisurely and poured himself a glass of wine, admiring Da Xian's vigorous posture.

He has two hobbies, the first is to collect ancient jade, the second is to love wine and become obsessed, there are a lot of treasured wines in Loulan Shifu before, what mare's milk wine, lotus core, Tusu wine, everything.

Thinking of the dozens of jars of wine in the room that he hadn't drunk in a sip, Gasuo beat his chest angrily and called it a pity.

Knowing this, he should have taken precautions in advance and sent someone to send his collection of fine wine to a safe place, but unfortunately he 'died' suddenly, and it was too late for him to go back to pack his luggage, his mansion was seized by the king of Loulan, and I don't know if the wine he collected entered the stomach of the tyrant!

Damn, when he returns to Loulan one day in the future, he wants Ogu Mengteng to double it back!

Gassel, who poured the wine, thought of the man who made him gnash his teeth, and he didn't pay attention to the overflow of the glass.

"Why are you so engrossed?"

A voice came from the top of his head and pulled back Gassel's wandering thoughts, and the distracted Gasuo quickly stopped pouring wine, wanting to pick up the full glass of wine and taste it, but who knew that a hand moved faster than him, took away his beloved things first, and drank it all up!

"Good wine, endless aftertaste!"

"You ———"

Gasuo froze, and without saying a word, he swung his fist at Daxian, and the man standing behind him turned swiftly and easily dodged the attack.

Seeing that he easily avoided it, Gassel was unwilling, and hit him in the face with another left hook, without the slightest mercy.

Da Xian's martial arts are above him, and a few fists are not a threat, knowing that he can't hit him, because he can't swallow this breath in his heart, he wants to learn from him!

The two tall men were entangled together, without a sword, without any weapons, fighting with their bare hands, every time Gassel was about to hit Daxian's vital point, the next moment he could always be cleverly avoided, he didn't fight back, just blindly dismantled his moves, as if he knew his attack in advance, knew what he was going to do.

Damn it!

How did he know he was going to attack him in the abdomen?

Looking at the hands blocked by Daxian, Gasuo was very unwilling, and was about to withdraw his hand and try again, when the arms that blocked his attack suddenly grabbed his wrists, he tried to retract them, and found that those two hands were very strong, and he couldn't shake them after trying a few times!

"If you want to defeat the other party, you must first understand his thoughts, if the other party is an impatient and eager person, then it is easy to do, deliberately expose flaws to lure him into the bait! On the battlefield, the most taboo is to expose your weaknesses in front of the enemy, and the reason why your moves are seen through by me is that you have always put what you want on your face! ”

Although they are brothers, their personalities are completely different, Cassel is two years younger, naturally not as steady and shrewd as his brother, and occasionally he will make a small temperament, like a child who has not grown up.

In front of outsiders, Gassel always looks ruthless, but in front of Daxian, he is seen through by the other party at a glance, naked like a newborn baby!

Gassel hates that people see through his thoughts, obviously he has never lost in competitions with others, but he has repeatedly lost to Daxian, he refuses to admit defeat, practices martial arts hard, and looks forward to defeating Daxian one day!

"If you want to defeat me, first of all, you must restrain your character of what is on your face!"

He was momentarily stunned and thought about it, but Da Xian saw through it again, and Gasuo touched his face in disbelief, seriously doubting where Da Xian learned the art of mind reading.

"One day, I will defeat you!"

Defeating Daxian was Gathel's dream all along, and killing Ogu Munten was his lifelong vow!

Sitting down and pouring himself a cup again, Gasuo gathered his thoughts and stopped dwelling on this matter, and continued the topic just now: "Songqi is falling, did you expect it in advance? ”

Otherwise, why is he so calm.

"Hmm."

Daxian put down the cup and sat down across from him, casually taking out a piece of brocade to wipe his beloved sword.

This sword was a gift from his father for his exploits, and he and Ogu Munten each had one, and there were only two in the world, and the last time they fought, the sword was broken in two under great force, and later, he found the best and most skilled blacksmith to repair the sword again.

The blacksmith's skill is very good, both on the outside and on the inside, it is exactly the same as before the damage, and there is not a single scar of breakage.

How much Daxian cherished this sword, Gassel saw it, although they hated their father's flowery heart, but it was undeniable that what their father left them was a treasure and carefully kept.

He thought, maybe because they were in a foreign country and all the damned people around him died, he no longer hated Da Xian as much as before, and sometimes even wanted to talk to him about his heart, he thought about it, when they killed King Loulan one day and avenged their mother's concubine, what should he do between him and Da Xian, is it to continue to kill each other for the only throne? He didn't know what Daxian would do when that day came, how he would choose.........

Wait a minute.........

Stop, stop, stop.

It was still early in the day, and it was too early to talk about it, and ......... How easy is it to defeat the King of Loulan? After the first two painful failures, he was mentally prepared to lose to King Loulan again, maybe at that time, their plan failed again, and it was a question whether the head could be kept or not! Take a look at the latest chapter of "The Evil Emperor of the Desert: Long Live the Tyrant Long Live Long Live the Claw Book House" to read it for free for the first time.