Zhu Nanzhan has disappeared for a long time, but Zhao Wu'an is not in a hurry to find it.

In terms of force, he will definitely not be able to defeat her, and he doesn't know how many unique secret tricks the other party has hidden; and his outwitting has been blocked, Zhu Nanzhan made it clear that he did not want to meet with Zhu Yi.

At this time, it doesn't make the slightest sense to chase after others, but it is better to take a look at the duel of the world's top swordsmen downstairs.

Anyway, he originally reached this deal with Jiang Lian, and Zhao Wuan was not bound to win the Yum knife. The matter of Huaixing Pavilion is that Jiang Lian released his pigeons, so it is also a good choice for him to retaliate in this matter.

After all, as long as Hu Buxi won the championship with a hundred swords, he would naturally be able to get the return of the seven hidden knives in Willow Leaf Villa, and Zhao Wu'an's goal of not letting the mastermind behind the scenes collect all the seven knives has been achieved. As for which one he got in his hand, it didn't really matter, he wouldn't use a knife anyway.

Looking downstairs again, the fight is in full swing, and the enthusiasm of the visitors has also risen to the highest.

The swordsmen who were able to enter the last day of the Male Sword Hundred Meetings were by no means idle, but they were all defeated by Hu Buxi. However, Han Kuo is obviously fundamentally different from those people.

He was the number one in the world.

Although in the past sixty years, the name of the number one in the world has been hanging on Dongfang Lian Mo, but it is the first in martial arts.

If it comes to the way of the sword, before Hu Buxi's debut, ask ten people, and ten people will say that Han Kuo is the first today.

Hu Buxi entered the first product, slashed the ghost handbook saint, and cultivated in the Tongxuan Realm to Tu Du Wound Spring and Dou Nie Junhuai in Miao Jiang, and successfully entered the Creation Realm. The promotion speed is unprecedented, so now, the name of the world's first knife has been slightly tilted.

However, it is still five or five open, and Han Kuo has the advantage of being the first to come.

Fame and fame are all things off the stage, and when they are on the stage, everything is outside the body, and all the swordsmen can rely on is the knife on their body.

And at this level of the sword, Han Kuo and Hu Buxi are still comparable.

More than 30 moves have passed, and the two of them are not up or down.

They didn't play each other at a fast pace. The Mo knife is slender and long, and each knife is stable and accurate, and although the Hu knife is short, it can never make mistakes, and the slightest carelessness will be killed together under the offensive of the Mo knife.

Rao is Hu Buxi, and he doesn't dare to be cautious in the face of an enemy like Han Kuo, and every time he makes a knife, he must weigh it for a long time. Judging from the audience, this confrontation is really not exciting.

But from an insider's point of view, just watching the fight is already beneficial.

Zhao Wu'an was fascinated, his eyes couldn't take his eyes off, he only felt that everything was subtle, and he didn't dare to miss a single thing. Ouyang Zelai, who was on the main seat of the ring, must have felt the same way.

Hu Buxi's half-mile knife method is really exquisite, and a knife can have the effect of stealing the sun and the moon of heaven and earth, and ordinary people are inevitably caught off guard when they are first encountered, so they are taken advantage of.

But with Han Kuo's experience, although the half-mile sword technique has mental damage, it can't touch the root. No matter how Hu Buxi cut through the surroundings with a majestic qi machine and reshaped the new realm, Han Kuo still hugged Yuan Shouyi and did not move.

Every time the Mo knife comes out, it will inevitably point to the flaws in Hu Buxi's knife technique, and with such a vast and majestic qi machine as Hu Buxi, it is difficult to bear Han Kuo's concentrated blow, and it is inevitable to temporarily retract the offensive and turn back to defend.

The transition between offense and defense is only in an instant. Hu Buxi seemed to attack fiercely, but he was always forced to retreat by Han Kuo, and Han Kuo was just the opposite, although he didn't make many shots, he didn't mess up under Hu Buxi's frenzied offensive at all, and he was as steady as a strong bamboo in a stone.

There is a way, which is one thing descending from one thing. Hu Buxi's offensive of wanton painting, when he encountered Han Kuo's sword-like technique, he would definitely be submissive.

The situation was not good, but Zhao Wuan was not nervous and drank tea calmly.

He was very sure that Hu Buxi would come up with a way sooner or later.

If it will be easily defeated by someone like Han Kuo, then Hu Buxi can't be called Hu Buxi.

The reason why he can be called a genius is precisely because in what ordinary people think is a desperate situation, he can always survive in a desperate situation.

It's not luck, it's a destiny in the dark.

Hu Buxi is like a thunderous knife.

The knife was swift, and as soon as it was gone, it broke through the wind and clouds, and the short and sharp knife almost dissipated in everyone's field of vision, leaving only a strong knife strength.

At the right shoulder, the killing intent condensed.

Han Kuo saw it clearly, and put away the knife to defend himself, but when the Mo knife was about to retract from his shoulder, his movements suddenly paused.

A momentary pause is usually fatal.

Han Kuo didn't mess with himself, because Hu Buxi's knife was too short.

It was so short that even if Han Kuo's movements were a full three breaths slower, he would be able to block his attack more than enough.

Turning the knife in his hand, Han Kuo did not retreat but advanced, brandishing a heavy long knife, blocking half a foot above his left leg without hesitation.

"Bell!" the blades clashed, and a bright spark unleashed.

Mo Dao held the knife steadily. Even though Hu Buxi's figure had already snatched up at least one and a half steps of space, it was still too late to break through Han Kuo's defense.

After all, the Mo knife is far longer than one and a half steps. And his half-mile sword technique was not superior to Han Kuo in the sword intent transformation realm, and the advantages that had been tried and tested many times before were all lost at this time.

Han Kuo, who blocked Hu Buxi's blow, had a calm face, and the killing intent that had previously condensed on his right shoulder also disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Judging from the realm alone, Hu Buxi is the realm of creation, and in fact, he has to lightly press Han Kuo.

But after all, Han Kuo has been immersed in the path of the knife for at least twenty years more than Hu Buxi. The experience of facing the enemy is often more important between the master's moves than the realm of the slightest star.

This move hit the east and west, Hu Buxi fought decisively, and Han Kuo was even more brilliantly defended.

The audience was completely dumbfounded.

As the saying goes, laymen look at the excitement, insiders look at the doorway, but when it comes to the realm of the two, the fight of one move and one style is not only a doorway. Even many experienced swordsmen couldn't see what was in line with the doorway.

Most of them were swordsmen who had been defeated a few days ago, and they came from afar to participate in this Hundred Swords Meeting, and they were still a little conceited. In this world, the path of the knife is enough to guide future generations.

But he couldn't understand Han Kuo and Hu Buxi's fight at all.

It is true that attacking the east and the west is a tried and tested trick of martial arts, but no matter what kind of weapon, you must first make a momentum to the east, and then attack the west. In other words, it is a fake move to set off the real one.

Hu Buxi is different. He only swung a single knife and slashed at Han Kuo's left knee, but until his knife was blocked by Han Kuo, everyone thought that the place he wanted to attack was Han Kuo's right shoulder.

There are no tricks to set off tricks.

Hu Buxi's qi was enough to condense into an offensive that was as thick as the actual moves, but there were no moves at all. It's just that the moment he made his move, all the killing intent gathered into a place that was not an attack point at all.

For example, it is like crossing the river in a flat boat, slapping the boat into the sky, and then crossing the river with a reed.

Not humanly possible.

Han Kuo stopped him.

"Nice hand. Han Kuo's praise was not against his will, but it sounded as if he was contemptuous.

Hu Buxi clenched his teeth.

For the first time in his life, he encountered a tough opponent in the sword path.

That's right. Hu Buxi has gone far enough, so if he wants to go further, he must first defeat the person who once stood at the forefront.

The big waves are sweeping the sand, he has stood on the top of a thousand waves, and then he has to turn the tide.

And Han Kuo lowered his eyebrows, seemingly unconcerned.

"You're still going on?"

Hu Buxi seemed to have heard some joke, "Why don't you continue?"

Han Kuo lowered his eyebrows and looked at the Mo knife in his palm.

"Your knife is not as long as one-sixth of my knife. No matter how amazing the momentum around you is, you can only grab one and a half steps of space at most, and between you and me, Mo Dao can separate the space of three steps. ”

"Your beard knife is not much longer than a dagger, and the length of half a step is the limit, Rao is so, there is still a long step between you and me. This whole step, as long as my knife is still in my hand, no matter how much gap I can be tricked by you, I can guard against your knife. ”

Hu Buxi frowned.

"So, there's no way you're going to beat me. You can't touch my body at all, and you can't beat me. Han Kuo said word by word, "Hu Buxi, you are indeed a genius, and your comprehension in the sword path may be deeper than mine." But you chose a bearded knife. ”

"Unfortunately, this is the fatal mistake of your life. ”

Hu Buxi was silent, lightly accepted, and took a step back.

The old mottled knife was carefully held in his hand and he re-offended.

Han Kuo also raised the Mo knife and sighed, "Still unwilling to give up." ”。

Hu Buxi turned his body sideways, arched his right leg outward, raised his left foot slightly on tiptoe, put his left hand on the blade, and raised the knife to the level between his eyebrows.

The audience did not hear the conversation between the two, but they all held their breath and waited for the start of a new round of confrontation.

The warm sunlight slanted down from behind the Huaixing Pavilion and bloomed and swam on the huge "Xiong" character in front of the ring.

The moment was silent.

Hu Buxi's heart was condensed.

In the empty ring, he and Han Kuo were only five steps apart, and if they wanted to move, for the two of them, cutting off the head on the opposite side was just a matter of blink of an eye.

It's just that things that seem to be within reach are often like a moat every other day.

"You're right. Now I can't break your step and a half. ”

Han Kuo's expression relaxed slightly.

"But the way of the knife is not in this step or two, nor in one or two feet. Hu Buxi said seriously, "If you go to the sea, the way of the knife is by no means just a knife and a half miles, and it is by no means a single state." ”

"Han Kuo, I don't know what you think, but my sword path is a thousand mountains and rivers. ”

"Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the world, condensed in my hands, this small broken beard knife nine feet long. ”

In a frozen silence, Hu Buxi took out the knife.

But when I see the arbitrary landscape painting, it is like a god descending to earth. Heaven and earth are thousands of miles, splashed with ink.

Han Kuo was startled, and subconsciously raised his knife to block, but he didn't know where to block for a while.

How can it be!?

Hu Buxi barely moved, but it was as if he had crossed thousands of miles of red dust in an instant.

"This is my knife. ”

He finally said so.

The small broken beard knife, from the Mobei grassland to take the most inferior pig iron smelting, by the wind and sun, the blisters are scorched, now it has rusted, mottled is not worth taking care of.

But the owner of the knife has traveled all over the 20,000 miles of mountains and rivers in this world, experienced a lonely time that no one dared to imagine, and witnessed many joys and sorrows, and many gatherings.

Pride and generosity are in hand, although the knife is worn, but the road is like condensing snow.