At the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

The forest breeze is melodious and the weather is beautiful.

On the avenue, a man went down the mountain with a sword.

Now everyone knows that Kunlun Mountain has been surrounded by the imperial court, and not even a bird can fly down on the mountain.

However, there are some people in the rivers and lakes who are far more powerful than birds and animals. Therefore, although the bird cannot go down the mountain, he can come down, because there is no one to stop him.

This man was slow, not because he was afraid, but because he was a slow man by nature.

Martial arts are all clouds: martial arts in the world, but fast is not broken.

Eighteen kinds of weapons, the sword is light and agile, so the swordsmanship is the most particular to fight fast and slow.

However, some people do not believe in evil, ignore the sages and sages of kendo, and want to do the opposite, and even find another way to create a unique "slow" word trick swordsmanship.

The vast majority of swordsmen simply did not agree with this bold man's new interpretation of swordsmanship. But almost all of them were also unable to crack his "slow" word swordsmanship, so they were not convinced.

The rivers and lakes are the places where the strong are respected and the winners are kings.

As long as you are the strong and the winner of the king, then even if your words are wrong, you will be seen as right by others.

If a person really becomes a king, then his right or wrong is actually irrelevant, success or failure is everything in his life.

This man who went down the mountain alone with a sword, he seems to have the capital of "the winner is king", but the most important victory in his life has not come for a long time. And his potential opponents, both in fame and prestige, are far above him. Even, in almost the entire rivers and lakes, they all think that no matter how high his martial arts are, at most he is only Zhou Yu of today's martial arts, and Zhuge Kongming naturally has another person. The relationship between them is the same as the relationship between the master of the free gate and the rain god back then.

The only way he wants to come out on top is to find his opponent and have the fairest competition between men.

He had been waiting, but the opportunity never came.

He was about to go down the mountain to meet a man, and he ignored it, despite the tens of thousands of troops under the mountain. He had no intention of fighting, and he would not give those brave soldiers a chance to fight.

He's going to see one of his best friends.

He doesn't have many friends in his life, but this person can really be regarded as his confidant and brother.

However, this reunion of old friends is not just a reminiscence. Their respective positions have quietly changed.

He turned into a four-rank inner secret agent, and was deeply trusted by the court Xiao Wangye.

And he had no choice but to become a thief in Jiangyang and a repeat offender in the court.

He is a soldier, and he is a thief.

It is natural for soldiers to catch thieves.

Now, a thief will throw himself into a snare to meet a soldier.

His pace is very slow, but his intuition and reflexes are not slow at all, and he is definitely at the level of the top masters in the rivers and lakes.

He quietly descended the mountain, and at the same time quietly noticed that he had been secretly targeted by several first-class masters at the same time.

"Take your time! Take it easy! He muttered to himself, but his expression was very relaxed, and he did not see a trace of wariness of the enemy.

Although he did not have the slightest sense of vigilance on the surface, in his heart, he knew it like a mirror, and even secretly spied on the number of opponents, martial arts cultivation, and hiding places.

A master like him has long been able to understand six ways and see all directions. As long as an enemy approaches, he can know his whereabouts in a matter of moments, and anticipate the enemy's preemptive opportunity.

"Jin Yiwei, one, two, three, four...... Just four people? It's too underestimating Hu! He said with a sneer, his face full of disdain.

He didn't stop walking, and suddenly heard a few wind sounds, and his face changed slightly, as if he had discovered something.

"It seems that the person who came is not good!" He soon realized that something was wrong, and the look of disdain on his face disappeared.

Jin Yiwei has always been directly under the orders of the saint, and all the personnel are carefully selected, and they have been strictly trained since childhood, even if they are important ministers of the court, they know very little about them.

The person who went down the mountain with this sword was naturally Hu Daiwei, the slow sword god, who had never dealt with Jinyiwei, and only heard a little about Wang Jinghao, the commander of Jinyiwei, because this person was known as the number one master in Da Nei.

However, a court dead soldier like Jin Yiwei must have lost interest in the so-called false name of the rivers and lakes. Their hearts have long been filled with one word, and this word is "loyalty".

With a "bang", the two big trees on both sides of the road suddenly broke down and went straight across the road.

"The two ghosts are closed, and this road is impassable." Hu Daiwei is a person who walks the rivers and lakes, so he naturally understands that this is a warning.

But how could an arrogant swordsman like him be frightened by someone he had never met.

Sometimes, when he comes up proudly, he prefers to do what others don't let him do.

Although this is not the time to be vindictive, he will never be intimidated by anyone.

He walked slowly, but with the wind.

The movements are also slow, but there is a murderous aura.

The soft breeze caressed it, but the two trees that blocked the road were not blown by the wind, and the branches fell one after another. Hu Daiwei got closer and closer, and the branches broke faster and faster, and when he walked between the two big trees, the branches of the two trees had all been broken, and only the two bare stems remained.

Despite this, Hu Daiwei also stopped at the same time, because he had already felt a strong murderous aura coming from behind him.

Hu Daiwei turned around slowly, and the sword came out very slowly, as if he couldn't reach it.

The enemy's knife had already slashed at his shoulder, and he was still so casual and unhurried.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for ordinary people to believe that his lazy and slow movements could dodge the thunderous blow of the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

But things are often unexpected, and if it's something that ordinary people can imagine, then it's not a good move.

Hu Daiwei retreated slowly, and he just dodged the attack of the man behind him. Although that person shot behind Hu Daiwei's back, it was actually not a sneak attack at all. After all, he warned in advance, and then attacked again, but he also ignored it before the soldiers. It's just that Hu Daiwei ignored him at all, so he had to make a move.

When the man saw Hu Daiwei's slow movements, he thought that he was not good at light exercises, and he didn't want to be together, so he suddenly felt a little weird.

He saw that although Hu Daiwei's movements were slow, every movement was just right, just avoiding his own knife skills.

The person who came missed the sword, and slashed several knives one after another, but Hu Daichuan still fought slowly and quickly, and the sword in his hand had not yet made a move, but he had avoided several moves one after another.

Hu Daiwei's body style is extremely slow, but his clothes are windy, and he is chic.

He avoided being pursued, and then he fixed his eyes on a grim-looking young man standing in front of him, who looked to be twenty years old at most.

"Little brother, good knife skills!" Hu Daiwei praised.

"You're better, slower to the extreme, but just right." The young man said coldly.