Zhou Long, who was not far from Xue Qikun and the others, heard that his mind was blank, and he didn't understand it a little.

Isn't the scene in front of him inextricably linked to Zhao Long and that sword king? How did it become a one-sided situation.

Incomprehensible, completely incomprehensible?

Fu Bo might be surprised that Zhao Long's cultivation was higher than him, but Zhou Long would not.

He lives in the imperial capital all the year round, and the news about Zhao Long naturally knows more than Fu Bo, and he knows that Zhao Long's cultivation is the Sword Monarch Double Heaven.

With the Sword Monarch Double Heavenly Cultivator, it is already remarkable to be able to confront a Sword King.

How could it be that in the eyes of those masters, Zhao Long had the upper hand?

Zhou Long's mind went blank again, and he even wondered if he was dreaming.

No matter what Zhou Long thought in his heart, Fu Bo's heart was full of surprise and hesitation.

After competing for a long time, Zhao Long's sword yuan power still did not decrease, but more and more.

And the sword yuan power in his body is already less than fifty percent, and he is not sure that it will be himself who will continue to fight like this and win.

If you want to defeat Zhao Long, then you must change your fighting style.

Yes, the way of fighting must be changed.

As soon as he thought of this, Fu Bo immediately contracted his sword force and struck at Zhao Long, and took advantage of this gap to retreat, gasping for breath.

Sensing the other party's abnormality, Zhao Long was startled at first, thinking that the other party was going to fight back.

But who thought that the other party just shook a shot and retreated, which made him scared a lot.

Don't look at yourself now, but the Jedi counterattack of the Sword King master is not something that a small Sword King can afford.

If the other party does do this, it will not be easy for you to win.

After retreating, Zhao Long took a few breaths and adjusted the sword force in his body at the same time.

If it weren't for the support of the imperial order, the sword yuan power in his body would have been exhausted long ago.

The more he used the imperial order, the more he felt that the magic and perversion of this imperial order were worthy of the treasure that even the sword god masters longed for.

With the help of the imperial order, the sword yuan power in Zhao Long's body returned to a full state again.

It's just that Zhao Long noticed that the light emitted by the imperial order floating above the dantian was not as good as before.

Could it be that there is also a connection between the energy in the imperial order and the light that emanates from it?

Just when Zhao Long was puzzled in his heart, Fu Bo on the opposite side gasped a few times and sneered at Zhao Long: Good boy, you really have some strength, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant!

Hearing Fu Bo's words, Zhao Long didn't have much expression on his face, but just said lightly: polite.

The simple battle just now made Fu Bo realize that Zhao Long's strength was no worse than his own.

His words are a bit of a metaphor for putting Zhao Long on the same level as himself.

But Zhao Long's politeness was so understated, and there was not much difference from the tone before the battle.

This made Fauber extremely angry.

Boy, don't think that you can be proud when you have cultivated to the Sword King at a young age.

Sometimes experience is more important than strength, and he thinks that a sword man of Zhao Long's age must not have enough experience in dealing with the enemy, even if it is a sword king.

But the onlookers couldn't help but be at a loss when they heard these words.

They all knew from the Imperial Academy that Zhao Long was a cultivator of the Sword Monarch Duo Heaven, how did he become the Sword King?

Xue Qikun and the others, who knew Zhao Long's true cultivation, couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

Among them, Zhu Tianhao laughed the most exaggeratedly, and Meng Lang the most: Hahaha, I can't stand it.

This laughter made Fauber at a loss, could he have said something wrong?

Even Zhao Long himself couldn't help but chuckle, the Sword King himself hadn't reached that level yet.

But even so, with the help of the imperial order, he was not afraid of the ordinary sword king.

Under the influence of Zhu Tianhao, the onlookers next to him also laughed one after another.

If it's just one person laughing, that's fine, but with so many people around laughing, Fuber's old face is a little unbearable.

It's the same with the Golden Bear, because it's the people who laugh at him, and it's the same as laughing at him.

The unbearable Jin Xiong immediately pulled the collar of a refiner next to him and said, "What are you laughing at?"

The refiner laughed for a long time before stopping, and said intermittently: It's too idiotic to laugh at you.

When did Zhao Long become the Sword King, everyone in the entire imperial capital knew that Zhao Long was just a Sword King, and he was only a Sword King Duotian.

How is this possible? Fu Bo, who was not far away, naturally heard these words.

He didn't believe at all that Zhao Long, who was a Sword Monarch Dual Heaven cultivator, would be able to confront him, a Sword King Fifth Heaven!

The golden bear was also glazed over, and seemed to be a little incredulous.

A small Sword Monarch easily eliminated his two Sword Monarch Nine Heaven level guards,

Now he is inseparable from Fu Bo, the sword king of the five heavens, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to be just a sword king.

Jin Xiong asked another person as if he didn't believe it, but unfortunately this person's answer was the same as before.

Jin Xiong and Fu Bo's heads were blank, when did Dao Jun become so powerful?

Could it be that everyone in the Qin State has this level?

Like the Golden Bear Fubo, Zhou Long's head once again went blank.

He was not surprised by Zhao Long's combat effectiveness, but surprised that Zhao Long, a sword master, would actually be the senior uncle of Xue Qikun, a master of the Sword Sect, and the senior uncle of Ouyang Xiu, one of the Nine Emperors.

No matter how you look at it, the strength of the two sides is very different, if Zhao Long is their junior, Zhou Yunlong can understand,

But now it's completely reversed. What the hell is wrong with this world!

Xiao Xue stared at Zhao Long not far away, her face full of happiness and pride. That's her hero.

Xiu'er next to her was full of shock and disbelief, in the past, for some reasons, Xiu'er had always hated Zhao Long very much.

She now knew that whether it was in terms of refining weapons or combat, Zhao Long's strength was far from being comparable to her.

Listening to the discussions of the surrounding bystanders, Zhao Long seemed very calm in his heart.

He heard the refiner just now say that he was a cultivator of the Sword Monarch Dual Heaven, which made him a little amused.

He had already broken through to the Sword Monarch Triple Heaven, and he was about to break through to the Sword Monarch Quadruple Heaven.

Of course, he won't say much about all this. Everyone has their own hole cards.

There's no way he's going to pull out all his cards. Let others never think clearly, in order to become a strong man permanently.

After a brief period of distraction, Fauber quickly came back to his senses.

He was too nervous just now, and he kept treating Zhao Long as an opponent who was even more powerful than himself.

Now that he knew Zhao Long's true cultivation, his heart had completely calmed down.

In the battle between swordsmen, the most feared thing is not a master who is stronger than himself.

Instead, he is afraid of meeting a master who he can't figure out at all. If you can't figure it out, you will never know how much strength the other party has.

After taking a few deep breaths, Fu Bo's face changed to a confident smile again: Boy, I admit that you are very powerful, and I don't know what method you used to compete with me.

However, the Sword King is the Sword King, and there will never be a way to compare with me, the Sword King!

Oh, so what are you going to do with me this time?

Although Zhao Long's face was a little arrogant, he had never underestimated a sword king in his heart.

Your momentum and sword strength are very strong, but you have forgotten that I, the strongest sword king, are the most powerful.

This is also the point that you can never match, and that is the knife skill, Fauber smirked.

That's right, it's knife skills, and knife skills can't be assisted by external objects.

Fu Bo believed that the power and number of sword skills mastered by him, a sword king, were definitely far greater than those of Zhao Long, the sword king.

The onlookers also whispered.

Indeed, if it is a sword fighting skill, the master of the sword king will definitely be far superior to the sword king.

Many people speculated that Zhao Long might not be able to bear it now.

It's just that Xue Qikun and the others, who knew Zhao Long very well, laughed when they heard Fu Bo's words.

Zhou Long next to him looked puzzled, it had reached this level, how could these people still laugh?

Could it be that Zhao Long could have suppressed the sword king master in terms of sword skills?

As soon as she heard Fu Bo say that she wanted to compete in knife skills, Xiaoxue's heart was always nervous.

She didn't know Zhao Long's true strength, so she was naturally nervous, her little hands were intertwined, and her eyes were fixed on Zhao Long, she was very worried.

However, Zhao Long himself did not have the slightest worry, but laughed.

If Fauber wants to compete in other aspects, I'm afraid he will really have to be a little unbearable, but he has to compete in knife skills...

To put it mildly, Fu Bo did this completely like a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

Seeing that Zhao Long was not nervous but smiled, Fu Bo's heart was abrupt.

Suddenly I had a bad premonition, and immediately shouted: What are you laughing at?

He was laughing at you idiot, and he actually chose his strongest one to compete, and it was Zhu Tianhao who said this.

He had already laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and he even felt a little pity for this sword king now.

It's not good to choose, you have to choose Zhao Long's strongest aspects, isn't that looking for death!

Hearing this, Fu Bo didn't pay attention to Zhu Tianhao, but stared at Haitian with his eyes: Does he mean that knife skills are your strongest one?

Zhao Long did not answer positively, but laughed softly: You can try.

A hint of hideousness flashed on Fauber's face, he had already lost enough face today.

As the king of swords, he didn't even clean up a sword king, if it spreads in the future, how can he still have the face to mess around.

Even if the meaning of Zhao Long's words showed that his sword skills were not bad, how could Fu Bo believe it.

Well, I'd like to see how strong your sword skills are.

I'm going to wash my shame away with your blood, and I'm going to take it, and the iron fan is pointing at the door.

With Fu Bo's angry shout, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were brought together, and he rushed forward, and in an instant, a fierce beam of light suddenly shot out from between his fingers, and the speed was so fast that Zhao Long couldn't help but change color.

Zhao Long put away the smile on his face, his face was solemn, and he realized that this sword move was not simple.

The King of Swords is the King of Swords, but he will not lose, and today he will prove it with his actual actions.

Even if he is a cultivator of the Sword King Triple Heaven, he can defeat the Sword King Triple Heaven.