The wind agitated.

There was silence in the ring of the Male Sword Hundred Meeting.

The newly built ring could not withstand the majestic qi of the two first-class masters, and at this time it had already collapsed outward, but it was maintained by a force, and it was able to rot without falling.

The "male" flag floating on the top of the ring was also crumpled and listless at this time.

In the ring, two figures, one standing and one falling.

The one that was upside down didn't really fall, but more like it sat on the ground.

"You ......"

His words trembled, but he didn't know what to say. The long-handled Mo knife that he had held for decades fell to the side, but he didn't even have the courage to pick it up again.

Han Kuo lost.

Han Kuo, who is the first person in the world of swordsmanship and is regarded as the second person in the Jianghu family after Dongfang Lianmo, lost in front of Hu Buxi.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but Hu Buxi seems to be about to eat tigers.

In a suffocating silence, Ouyang Zelai slowly raised his palm and patted it.

A few crisp and neat sounds, falling into the air, like a stone falling into a deep stream.

Ouyang Zelai hugged his fists and smiled: "Congratulations to Hu Daxia." It seems that this return from the sea can find a good master today. ”

Hu Buxi had already put the knife to his waist, touched his head at this time, and smiled innocently.

In the audience, someone reacted and shouted: "Everyone Han lost!"

It was like a pebble smashed into a lake, and the whole crowd instantly burst into an uproar.

For many people, the most unexpected thing is not that Hu Buxi, who often goes off the rails, won, but that Han Kuo, who has experienced a hundred battles, actually lost.

The new person ascended to the peak, which is far less embarrassing than the end of the old one.

After the initial shock, the audience stopped talking and gradually applauded enthusiastically.

Several very old swordsmen, I don't know whether they are moved or emotional at this moment, they are all in tears.

Many people also looked resolute, untied the long knife at their waists, threw it into the ring, and landed at Hu Buxi's feet.

And themselves, after unstabbing them, turned away without saying a word.

More people chose to stay where they were, looking at Hu Buxi on the stage in a daze, and accepting the tsunami admiration of thousands of people.

On the Huaixing Pavilion, Zhao Wu'an, who had finished tasting a cup of tea unhurriedly, also raised his hand leisurely and gave a salute to Hu Buxi.

"The so-called rivers and lakes mean that some people come and some people go. It seems that in the next few decades, Hu Daxia will be the only one who will be the leader in the knife path. Ouyang Ze said.

His words fell into the ears of the people, stirring up a higher cry.

Han Kuo's face became more and more pale as death.

Hu Buxi lowered his head and thought about it, walked through those scattered knives, came to Han Kuo, and stretched out his hand.

His expression was very serious, very different from usual, without the slightest hint of playfulness.

"Han everyone. ”

The tone is also solemn.

Han Kuo raised his head in a daze.

Hu Buxi is not good at words, and he doesn't know how to say it at this point. In the past few years, he has made great progress in the path of the sword, and it is not that he has not faced such a person.

Hu Buxi usually has no leisure to pay attention to those people, because he understands that neither the other party nor himself has too long to go.

It's a different story now.

He has reached the end of this path in the human world, and if he spreads any further, he will enter the realm of the gods. And the opponent who fell to the ground has obviously been here too.

Such a person deserves the highest respect in this world.

So Hu Buxi didn't mean to joke, he just solemnly wanted to help Han Kuo up. Then tell the world that the place that was once stood up by Han Kuo a few decades ago is now taken over by him Hu Buxi.

A generation of new people replacing old people is a common truth in this world.

Hu Buxi had made all the preparations before coming here, so he thought that Han Kuo should be the same.

But something unexpected happened.

Han Kuo, who was pale, slapped his hand away as if he had seen something evil. He rubbed his legs against the ground and stepped back a little, then stood up trembling on his back.

"Get out, get out of here. Han Kuo's voice was unprecedentedly low and cold, and the killing intent in his eyes was like a vicious wolf, almost wanting to choose someone to devour.

Hu Buxi was stunned.

"I don't need you to have mercy on me. If you win, it is fate, and if you lose, it is not as good as others, or it is fate. Han Kuo said hoarsely, "Get out of here!"

His voice was very low, and only he and Hu Buxi could hear it.

However, even the people in the audience could find that Han Kuo's expression was not normal.

Han Kuo leaned over and picked up the Mo knife, turned around, and quickly rushed out of the ring.

Hu Buxi stood on the stage in a daze, with complicated meanings surging in his heart.

The audience is still bustling, and it is rare to take a look at the swordsman who has stayed at the top of the martial arts sword path for nearly 20 years.

Perhaps for Zhao Wu'an and Hu Buxi, Han Kuo's ill-intentioned planning of the Xiongdao Hundred Meetings was unjust. But for Hu Buxi himself, Han Kuo is just a senior in the sword path.

However, when he stood here, his predecessors were gone.

No one comes to pity, no one remembers it, and it doesn't even seem like no one has ever remembered it.

It turned out that when people saw Caifeng flying across the sky, all they thought about was her fall.

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A person suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Wuan.

The man with a white face smiled strangely, and sat in front of him, his bony hand holding the cup.

"Wear white clothes, carry a red box, tsk. The man nodded thoughtfully.

Zhao Wu'an became vigilant, and his body subconsciously moved away from the table.

The head of the four major evils in the "Three Kings, Six Evils and Four Evils" of the Greedy Demon Palace, Liu Tao, the "head of the ungood face", sat in front of him.

And Zhao Wu'an, who had been watching the duel between Hu Buxi and Han Kuo outside the building with full attention, didn't even notice when he appeared.

However, the other party has obviously seen through his identity. If the people of the Demon Greed Temple had surrounded him at this time, the situation would have been very bad.

"This is the result of the Hundred Male Swords, Your Excellency must have guessed it a long time ago, right?" asked Liu Tao with a smirk.

Although he didn't look like he wanted to do it, Zhao Wu'an didn't dare to take it lightly.

After thinking for a long time, he cautiously replied, "No." ”

"Yes, we've been with Mr. Han for so long, and it's the first time we've seen him lose his temper like he does today. Liu Tao commented.

Zhao Wuxin answered nonchalantly: "Whoever encounters such a thing will inevitably be uncontrollable." ”

In fact, he didn't see what happened to Han Kuo, but since Liu Tao said so, nothing happened.

Besides, just being defeated by a junior at such a conference is enough to remember for half a lifetime, and Han Kuo's gaffe is also reasonable.

"Why is Zhao Jushi still sitting here? Shouldn't he rush downstairs now and congratulate Hu Buxi?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Zhao Wu'an asked with a frown.

"Hahaha...... Liu Tao smiled in a low voice, "I should be a fellow traveler, Zhao Jushi?"

"What do you mean?"

"Zhao Jushi doesn't know, in order to restore the old country, we have been waiting here for a long time. Liu Tao said quietly, "Since Zhao Jushi is the prince of leaf making, it shouldn't be easy to lie dormant until now, right?"

Zhao Wu'an's eyebrows suddenly appeared.

"What did you say!?"

Liu Tao was stunned. The words that had been prepared before were suddenly stuck in his throat.

How could the Greedy Demon Hall know his true identity, Zhao Wu'an didn't care, after all, Chu Ting, Lan Zhouzi and Luo Yige were grasshoppers on a rope.

To his surprise, it was the sentence that Liu Tao inadvertently leaked.

Liu Tao obviously knew that he was speechless, and stopped suddenly.

Zhao Wu'an was about to ask again, but there was a strange commotion outside the building.

Together, they looked out of the window.

Han Kuo had already left, and Hu Buxi was still standing on the stage.

However, the crowd that had previously gathered on the side of the road opened a path for one person to walk.

Straight to the ring of the Hundred Swords.

In the middle of the empty road, a young man walked with a knife.