The wine poured into his stomach, and he felt comfortable after only one bowl, and the fire in his heart was also washed away.

At that time, he asked: "When ordinary people meet me, they don't care about this matter or not, just talk about the prestige I have fought all the way, and you have to be careful about three points, why are you not afraid of me? If you don't say anything else, just say that you are not afraid of losing to me and losing your life in vain?"

The swordsman poured his wine and said with a smile: "It is said that your reputation and reputation of Yun Wujing have been unstoppable recently, and I really shouldn't care about this idle matter." But I met it, as a person who loves martial arts, I always have an itch in my hands, and I want to compare; if you kill these people, I don't care about the battle in the rivers and lakes, but if you want to insult a woman, you can't ask me to give in. ”

The two of them raised their bowls together again and drank their wine.

He put down the wine bowl and asked, "I look at you, don't worry at all, can't win me?"

The swordsman smiled lightly and poured his wine again.

After pouring the wine, he said: "Don't be afraid of losing, Jianghu people, you have learned martial arts, you have to face winning or losing every day, whether you are afraid or not, whether you are worried." Death, there is nothing to be afraid of, if you are not good at learning and losing and are beaten to death by you, it is heaven to die for me, and life should be like this. ”

The two of them drank another bowl, and the swordsman wiped the wine from his mouth, his eyes sparkled, and said, "I am only afraid of one thing, and that is to give up." ”

"How?" he asked.

"Because when a person gives up for the first time, there will be a second time, a third time, and when he gets used to giving up, he can no longer hold on. ”

The swordsman raised his bowl and swayed with an incomparable confidence......

"So, I don't want to give up. Not once. ”

There was a swordsman who said this to me, and I felt that he was a little less manly, but if it were me, I would not be afraid of heaven and earth, and if there was really one fear in my heart, I would not say it! But I think he can recognize clearly, and the most valuable thing for a person is to recognize himself.

I don't know when, Huai Jing knelt on the footrest next to the bed, his arm resting on the edge of the bed, and his head resting on the crook of his arm.

Hearing him say this, he turned his head and looked at his face.

His face was very strange.

Just on the side, looking over, the right side is enlarged and occupies more, and the left side is smaller in the field of view.

The left half of his face was ordinary, because the two eyebrows were like two brooms, hanging above the eye sockets. His pair of round eyes were still a little cold and arrogant, but they were pressed by these two lifeless eyebrows, and the fierce arrogance in his eyes was suddenly suppressed.

This restraint made his face look kind and low, and he looked like someone who was used to being bullied—most of the people with drooping eyebrows were wilted, lazy, and without much energy.

Most people are like this, and he is no exception, and the half of his face on the left is very charitable.

But now when I look at it from the side, my face on the right side is a little more intense, and my senses are much stronger.

The crest of his right eyebrow was scarred by a sword, running down his forehead to his cheekbone.

This sword wound destroyed the right half of his face, except for the eye, which was not cut in, but it hurt the eyelid, and the upper eyelid of his right eye was like a loose curtain, and he could never lift it, so he could only squint.

Thanks to this sword wound, the right half of his face looked hideous and domineering, fierce and unstoppable, especially the drooping eyebrows, squinting his eyelids, like a napping tiger, so that people dare not be alarmed.

In Huaijing's eyes, Yun Wujing sometimes seems very contradictory.

He reached out to her and hooked his four fingers, and she willingly put the wine jar in Yun Wujing's hand.

- I couldn't stop drinking, talking while drinking, and after drinking the three jars of wine, both of them were a little happy.

The swordsman was about to change a jar of wine when he punched him. I thought that this surprise would definitely be able to knock down the other party, but who knew that this swordsman seemed to have known a long time ago, and when he stabbed the hilt of the sword, the tip of the sheath was pressed against his elbow joint, and no matter how domineering his "Xuanyang One Qigong" was, it didn't work, and a fist of steel and iron would not be able to score a point.

He turned his arm and pushed the scabbard away, the swordsman turned his wrist, the scabbard remained in the air, the sword was drawn, the blade of the sword had reached his right shoulder, and his next move was stillborn, and he had to change his move again.

The two of them faced each other more than ten times in a blink of an eye, and it was still the same as before, Yun Wujing's every move was intercepted by the swordsman, and the fast sword.

As a last resort, Yun Wujing's offensive in his hands remained unchanged, and he performed a unique footwork "Cloud Step" under his feet, turning around the swordsman and fighting.

This change was beyond the swordsman's thoughts, although his sword moves were clever, but his footwork was not unusual, and the sword stakes were used to match the swordsmanship. And now he is facing Yun Wujing's peerless fast punch like "between square inches", and he only has room to defend himself, where can he still cast a complete sword move, and it is difficult for the sword pile to have room to perform.

was forced by Yun Wujing's "stepping on the clouds", and suddenly there was a sense of helplessness and weakness.

This "stepping on the clouds" seems to be unremarkable, but the fist and step are one, once it is displayed, Yun Wujing's entire figure behaves like a ghost, looking ahead, suddenly behind, difficult to guess. Partial and not far from the swordsman's body, like a ghost, after a while, it seems that the figure of Yun Wujing is between the square inches of the close-fitting body!

The swordsman exclaimed, "It's really amazing!" He really refused to admit defeat, and said, "Look at my trick!"

The long sword in his hand burst into flames, shining brightly, but he saw that the tables and chairs were scattered, the beams of the house were tilted, and the earthen walls were collapsed.

Suddenly, the ground was scattered with countless debris and fragments, and Yun Wujing stepped forward, but he stepped on something, his feet were crooked, and he almost sat down. He hurriedly lifted his breath and stepped away, let go of the fallen beam, jumped over a dirt wall, kicked off half of the stool, lost the discipline in his hand, his fist was steadily dismantled by the swordsman, and a sword stabbed in the chest, pushing out of the wine shop.

He breathed a sigh of relief, rushed in and crackled and fought again, but was blocked by a wooden pillar.

The swordsman pushed him out of the same position with his sword.

"Phew, it's really harder than an old cow's skin! How did you practice this body protection skill to such an extent? The sword in my hand cuts gold and jade, sharpens iron like clay, and can't even pierce your skin!"

"Blow, a rotten sword, and sharpen iron like clay?"

"Come in, I'll stab you again and see!" The swordsman's bun spread out, and a wooden hairpin stuck in his bun was crooked.

The blood-colored robe was mixed with gray wine and looked slightly embarrassed.

He was no better, a pair of round eyes glared, pointed at the swordsman, and said, "You come out! Look at Grandpa beating you all over the ground looking for." ”

"Don't pretend to be ruthless, seeing that your pair of eyebrows are going to be picked up makes me want to laugh, every time you do this, it's like a farming baby running out, pretending to block the road and cut the path, not a look!" The swordsman stuck his waist and looked at the mess around him, as if he wanted to find a good wine jar, but unfortunately it was all broken...... "Also, I can't speak, I can't say anything, I am looking for teeth all over the ground, how did it become a all over the ground? Is the used to be found? Isn't it all in your crotch?"

"You come out!" Yun Wujing was so angry that his face was blood-red, his eyes were about to pop out, he stomped his feet and shouted loudly.

"You have the ability to come in!" the swordsman said with a grin, deliberately angry at him.

Yun Wujing let out a roar and rushed in, his internal strength drumming, rolling up the debris of the ground......