In his previous life, as a third-rate surgeon who had been in the black market for many years and was full of lies, Tian Bule naturally knew the truth of observing faces. While he and Shaoyuan-jun were drinking and having fun, they picked up some compliments and said something to Shaoyuan-kun. Shaoyuanjun was very happy after hearing this, and he had completely regarded Tian Bule as his own.

After coming out of Tianxiang Building, Tian Bule and Shaoyuan Jun "said goodbye", and it was easy for you to say goodbye to each other with a salute, Tian Bule paused, and said a few words to the red lady, and then took his subordinates to take a walk in the direction of Proton Mansion.

At this time, it is already a full moon and a tall building, and the ground is full of clear light. It's not yet curfew, there are still a lot of people wandering on the street, Tian Bule is leisurely strolling on the street, he is in a very good mood now, today not only won the heart of the beauty, but also harvested Shaoyuan Jun, the "wronged head", in the future in Handan will not be too miserable for the time being. As for whether it will be debunked by the main owner of Xinling Jun in the future, it is not within his current consideration.

Suddenly, a person on the street exclaimed, and everyone looked up at the top of the Zijin Pavilion, the highest building on the street. On the top of the attic of the Purple Gold Pavilion was a clear figure, I saw him dressed in white, his black hair was wantonly scattered over his strong shoulders, his nose hooked like an eagle, and his eyes were deeply sunken, giving people a sense of coldness and ruthlessness. His hands hanging on both sides are a little longer than ordinary people, and his face and hands are as clear as snow, no matter how he looks or is, he is rare in Tian Bule's life. His eyes were unfathomable, focused and determined, as if he never needed to blink. The black hair and white skin, with strong contrast, made him look like the god of war in hell, and suddenly broke the ground and came to the world. The long body stands upright, white as snow, like a sculpture that has stood there since ancient times.

There is a kind of person who has approached the realm of God. for he is merciless.

There is a kind of swordsmanship that no one can see. For those who were fortunate enough to see it with their own eyes have been buried in the ground.

There is a loneliness that cannot be described. Because it comes from the depths of the soul.

"Simon blowing snow?"

Tian Bule couldn't help but say a person's name.

Bai Chen was puzzled: "Ximen Blowing Snow, who is this?Why doesn't the prince even know Cao Qiudao, the sword saint of our Qi Kingdom?"

"Jixia Sword Saint Cao Qiu Dao?"

Tian Bule felt that the "nickname" of people in the Warring States Period was really long enough, and shook his head vigorously, and then asked, "How did Cao Qiudao come here?"

Shi Lang said with a smile: "Childe doesn't know, today is the day of the decisive battle between the Sword Saint Cao Qiudao and the Dragon Descending Liu Zonghai. Three years ago, Cao Qiudao and Liu Zonghai, in order to compete for the title of the world's number one master, fought in Handan City for three days and three nights, regardless of victory or defeat, in order to avoid losing both. So it was agreed that three years later, they would have a showdown in the Zijin Pavilion in Handan. ”

"Duel? It's a thrilling game. If Cao Qiudao wins, then his title will have another number one master in the world, "the world's number one master, Mr. Cao Qiudao, the sword saint who forgets worries", is a headache to think about. But for now, let's quickly find a private seat and watch this peerless battle while eating fennel beans. ”

Tian Bule would encounter such a thing in modern times, and excitedly led his men to a restaurant near the Zijin Pavilion, only to find that the seats were all full. Even the roof of the restaurant is full of people, and they don't care about their own safety, it seems that onlookers are really the nature of the Chinese people. Seeing that the restaurant was overcrowded, Tian Bule was about to go downstairs and look for another place, when a loud voice stopped him.

"Tian Gongzi, if you don't dislike it, you can come here to talk about it. ”

Tian Bule looked back and saw that a majestic man with a face of purple gold, eyes like copper bells, and thick bones was sitting at a table of eight immortals by the window, and there were more than a dozen tall and mighty warriors standing around him. After thinking about it for a breath or two, I found the impression of my predecessor on this person, and it turned out that there was nowhere to find it when he stepped on the iron shoes, and the strong man in front of him was Wu Yingyuan, the young master of the Wu family, who was a celebrity in front of King Zhao today.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey!"

Tian Bule walked up to Wu Yingyuan, and he was not polite, and sat opposite him. Wu Yingyuan glanced at Tian Bule very meaningfully, separated the people around him in a circle, blocked everyone from the periphery of the circle, and suddenly said: "I thought you wouldn't last three days, but I didn't expect you to live until now." ”

Tian Bule was taken aback and said, "Why do you say this?" Tian Bule has always had a doubt in his heart, his predecessor was logically young and strong, why did he suddenly get rid of yang and die, and he had just left the Proton Mansion not long ago.

Wu Yingyuan whispered in a voice that only Tian Bule and him could hear: "Because someone in Zhao Guo wants to kill you!"

"Who?"

Tian Bule asked.

"Zhao Guo's best use of medicine, who else can there be besides that person?"

Wu Yingyuan smiled faintly and said.

Tian Bule looked at Wu Yingyuan's smiling face, and immediately understood that the person he was referring to should be Wujiabao's rival giant deer Hou Zhao Mu. Except for Zhao Mu, I am afraid that no one in Zhao Country has the courage to disregard the overall situation to the point of framing the proton of another country. With the situation that the Wu family is now on the verge of tension with the Julu Hou Mansion, Wu Yingyuan's "good intentions" told him that it was also reasonable. Tian Bule immediately said solemnly: "Thank you Young Master Wu for reminding me, Bule will definitely visit you another day." ”

Wu Yingyuan is actually waiting for Tian Bule's words, and winning over Tian Bule, the proton of Qi State, is just a wonderful move that he just came to enjoy, and whether this move can play a role depends on Tian Bule's own ability and Qi Guo's reflection. On the other hand, Tian Bule so easily followed Wu Yingyuan's words to pull the relationship on the donkey, naturally he also had his considerations, and now he is alone, in this group of wolves in Handan, Zhao State, the bigger the relationship network, the more background background, the wider the sources, and the more secure his life will be.

The two of them chatted with each other, hypocritically as if they had been friends for many years, and they seemed very affectionate. The guards of the Proton Mansion not far behind the two of them were extremely surprised, their lord Tian Bule was notoriously timid and cowardly when he was in Linzi, the capital of Qi, and he hardly left home on weekdays. Unexpectedly, not long after he came to Zhao State, he had a relationship with Shaoyuanjun and the Wu family of Zhao State respectively. Shi Lang's eyes bloomed with an inexplicable look, he had followed Tian Bule for several years, and he had never found that Tian Bule had such a mature and amazing side.

As the two were talking, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted around them, and it turned out that Liu Zonghai, who was dressed in green clothes, had arrived. A clear whistle came like a phoenix, and the huge momentum in it covered everyone, and this kind of invisible momentum already made people feel extremely depressed.

If Cao Qiudao is a ball of snow, and Liu Zonghai is a ball of ice, he is obviously standing there, but you can't see his appearance clearly, you can only see a pair of eyes that show infinite coldness. Dressed in a green shirt and cloth, his shawl and long hair fluttered in the wind, his expression was lonely and he didn't look at anyone at all, as if there was only one person in heaven and earth who could move him, carrying a simple long sword, standing on the top of the railing like a god.

Qingyi is as clear as the dragon of the Nine Heavens, Liu Zonghai's dusty demeanor with a long sword on his back makes everyone feel broken, and no matter how arrogant a person is, there is no trace of unruliness in front of Liu Zonghai.

One green and one white, the ultimate collision of martial arts.

The momentum of the emperor dancing wildly and the power of killing gods with wild fighting intent are intertwined.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the two people on the tall building.

Cao Qiudao and Dragon Descending Liu Zonghai stood opposite each other for a while, and suddenly shot at the same time.

"First Sword! Dragon's Fury!"

The sword floats in Kyushu, and the dragon roars in the country!

The body of the descending dragon Liu Zonghai rushed forward, and the sword in his hand shot towards Cao Qiudao.

Cao Qiudao's face was solemn, and a cloud of sword light suddenly exploded in front of him.

Tian Bule has seen countless fights on TV, but he has never seen such a fast and accurate swordsmanship in reality, only to see the two sides move, the sword light will shoot out in the moonlight, neither of them has the slightest intention of taking a defensive position, and it is completely a hard-hitting style.

"Dang!"

The swords of the two slammed together.

Liu Zonghai's body couldn't help but be shocked back half a step.

Cao Qiudao collected the sword Zhuo Li, his eyes were bright, and he laughed: "Liu Zonghai, I haven't seen you for three years, and your swordsmanship seems to be quite advanced." Cao Mou has a rare opponent in his life, and he fought with you three years ago, which was indeed a pleasure. I haven't seen you for three years, like thirty years have passed, and when I see you, I am like a thunderbolt and a fire, and I just want to fight you for 300 rounds. ”

"Poof!"

Tian Bule squirted out a mouthful of tea, but he didn't expect that the generation of sword saints turned out to be a ""! Wu Yingyuan glanced at Tian Bule strangely, and didn't understand why Tian Bule reacted like this. Tian Bule smiled awkwardly, knowing that Wu Yingyuan couldn't understand, and it was a pity that he could only enjoy himself. （http：／／.）。

Liu Zonghai's face was dark, he couldn't see his emotions, and he snorted coldly: "Second sword!

With a bang, the long sword slashed at Cao Qiudao's face. This sword is not fast, it is not slow, and the speed is completely controlled by Liu Zonghai.

The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken. According to the common theory, the harder you push, the faster you will go, and vice versa. But Liu Zonghai's sword seemed to be walking leisurely, which made people look anxious.

Only Cao Qiudao knows that this sword that is neither fast nor slow can give people the feeling of using enough strength. The other party's ubiquitous * human momentum is suppressing him everywhere. If you change to a second-level swordsman, I'm afraid that you don't have to wait for the blade to reach your body, and you will die of fear. Cao Qiudao's heart was extremely heavy by this sword, and he was even more surprised that it was this strange and inexplicable sword, because of its strange speed, it made him uncertain, and he was unpredictable about its coming and taking points. He had fought countless battles, but it was the first time he felt so powerful. Intuitively, he felt that if he retreated, the opponent's sword moves would come at him like a flood until he was killed.

"Break and then stand!

Cao Qiudao has been practicing kendo for three years, and his strength is by no means idle. Seeing Liu Zonghai's long sword attacking, Cao Qiudao sat on his horse and sank his waist, drawing a half-circle of sword rays, the sword rays were like a broken moon, but they gave people a sense of invulnerability. Liu Zonghai's sword struck the waning moon, and the light between the two of them suddenly flourished, like a small sun in the dark night. Many people were careless, and their eyes were stabbed and sore.

The sword qi hit the eaves, and the bricks and tiles flew down from the high-rise buildings, and many people were smashed on their heads and bled out.

"The third sword!