On the competition platform, the white-clothed swordsman with a light fur and a white-haired old man with a stick stood together. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"These two have won in the past, and many people are looking forward to the two of them playing, and now they have finally got what they wanted. ”

He turned his head and asked Shuyu, "Which of the two of them does Miss Shuyu think will win?"

"The white-haired old man is not all a one-trick victory, someone just a few days ago forced his second move with an elbow knife. ”

Shu Yu first secretly complimented his own father, and then said seriously: "The wild goose falling autumn wind is fast, the collection is fast, and it is as fast as electricity, but the moves are too routine, although the white-clothed swordsman's move is 'The Wild Goose Falling Autumn Wind' changes the move, it is still the same." The white-haired old man doesn't know where to come from, but he is good at defense, as long as he finds the weakness of the white-clothed swordsman's moves, he can distinguish the winner from the winner within one move with static braking. ”

The two on the stage also knew this, they were fighting against each other, only looking at each other, and they didn't make a move.

"I don't know how many swordsmen in the world, who does Miss Shuyu think is the best swordsman in the world?" was silent for a long time, and saw that there was no movement on the stage, so she asked Shuyu again.

Shuyu was pulled to the soft collapse by Su Musha and sat down, pinching Su Musha's shoulder, groaning slightly, and said: "'The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and the sword light is cold in 19 states', the city lord of the White Emperor City 'does not leave his clothes behind' Bai Juyi deserves it, even if he is a scholar with a wonderful pen, he has to be ranked first on the list of swordsmen who can be bought and sold in order to convince the public." ”

Su Musha was shocked: "Make it up!?"

"Jianhua can also rank thirty-three on his swordsman list, what else is impossible?" Shuyu glanced at Su Mu charmingly, "Even in the Medicine King Valley, with Jianhua's ability, he can't enter the top ten, not to mention the three major sects of Nanshan, Futu, and Xiaoyao, as well as the unborn masters of the rivers and lakes." ”

"If you fight the sword rivers and lakes, make some reputation, and spend some money, maybe you can surpass the paper flower on the list of swordsmen of the wonderful pen scholar. ”

Shuyu said that she also smiled: "The wonderful pen scholar is a scattered person, and his martial arts are not successful, and he can't get in touch with famous and decent families and real masters, so he will only play tricks and tricks according to rumors and rumors, and deceive Sima Liao, a fledgling person." ”

"I see. Su Musha nodded.

Shuyu thought that Su Musha understood, but Su Musha said seriously: "If you meet a scholar with a wonderful pen, this king must buy the first place on the list of swordsmen." ”

"Cough, cough, cough. Wei Sikong, who was using tea, was choked, and Xu, Su Pingqian and the servants who were waiting on the side also chuckled.

Shuyu couldn't help but teach the unbalanced prince for Director Gu, and his hand was about to punish him slightly, but he was caught by Su Musha.

"'Clothes don't stay' Bai Juyi is indeed powerful, who does Miss Shuyu think can follow?"

"Naturally, it is a Zen master who respects the teacher, 'once the meditation water flows backwards, ten thousand swords return to the sect and lock the heavy building', and the master becomes a Buddha from the sword, which should be the second seat. Soyu complimented.

"The rest of the Xiaoyao faction's cold northwest who sword, the sound of several places in the southeast 'falling stars', 'one body to fight three thousand miles, one sword once served as a million divisions' of the three governor's mansion Wei Gongwei Sunuo, and 'bow back Xia Ming sword shines on the frost, the autumn wind goes out of Xianyang', these three people are not equal, ranking in the bottom three. Soyu said.

"Where's Xiao Jing?" asked Xu.

Xiao Jing was once hunted down by the masters of Futu Temple. Imaginary from Futu Temple, how can you not know that Xiao Jing changed his name to Qinghuizi and lived in seclusion in the Valley of the Medicine King.

In fact, if it weren't for the Medicine King Valley to protect him, and Xiao Jing promised to retire from the rivers and lakes, I'm afraid that the Futu Temple would definitely cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

Shuyu smiled slightly and said, "If Qinghuizi is a peerless swordsman, how can he be chased and killed by Futu Temple to be seriously injured?"

That's true.

Qing Huizi was chased and killed by the Futu Temple because it was difficult to make a breakthrough in swordsmanship, and he had a demon obstacle in his heart, and sneaked into the Futu Pagoda to steal the secret book of the sword spectrum "Zazen Sutra".

Qinghuizi suffered a heavy blow to the hand of the virtual master and the Zen master of the line, and the two of them made a judgment on their swordsmanship.

"Miss Soyu is still too modest. Xuan just asked Qing Huizi casually, and quickly brought the conversation back to the point, "As far as I know, there is at least one person in the Medicine King Valley who should be ranked in this slap count. ”

"Please advise. Soyu's face was calm and unwavering.

"My master Xingxing Zen Master met the Lord of the Leaf Valley in Huashan three years ago, and the two of them sat and discussed the sword between the mountains and the sea of clouds. He raised his head and said to Su Mu, "In less than half a day, the family teacher was defeated." Later, in the biography of the flying pigeon with the poor monk, the family teacher asserted that the only person in the world who can compete with 'clothes without leaving line' is this one person's ear. ”

"The master is overrated. Shuyu said modestly, "Talking on paper is not a real skill after all." The city lord of the White Emperor City sits on the cliff by the river, in the company of the apes, listening to the surging river, accompanied by the frost and autumn dew, not afraid of the cold and heat, after more than ten years to realize his own sword, the valley lord often tells me that she is far worse than the clothes do not stay. ”

"Clothes do not stay" is a sword idiot, after the enlightenment of the riverside, defeated the world's famous swordsmen, has been only seeking a defeat and can not get. If this comment of Zen Master Yixing spreads, it is estimated that he will be able to fight with Ye Qiudi in three days after touching his clothes, and he will sigh on behalf of his own young lady without hesitation.

"Perhaps, some people were born for swords. After saying an ambiguous word, he no longer dwelled on the topic, and set his eyes on the competition platform.

After the two sides looked at each other carefully for a long time, taking in each other's eyes, angles, and steps, the muscles on the faces of the white-clothed swordsman and Lao Suo became solemn.

The people in the audience also seemed to know that the victory or defeat would be decided in an instant, and they did not dare to come out.

The sun fell on his shoulders and slowly hung on his face.

When the white-haired old man couldn't help but move his nose from the itching brought by the warmth of the sun, the white-clothed swordsman with a light fur made a move.

The sword is like a meteor, fast as lightning.

Like fireworks blooming in the night sky in an instant, the sunlight refracted by the sword splashed a burst of silver light.

This move, the white-clothed swordsman is bound to win.

The people in the audience couldn't help but squint.

"Dang!"

The crisp sound was very good, but when the white-clothed swordsman heard it, it was like a jack hammer smashing into his heart.

The light suddenly converged, and was interrupted by a swarthy stick.

The stick was simply horizontal, but the sword of the white-clothed swordsman could no longer reach the size.

"The swordsman in white lost. Soyu said.

Su Musha nodded.

The white-clothed swordsman still didn't give up, and after drawing back his long sword, he attacked several times unexpectedly, but was stopped by the white-haired old man.

As Shuyu said, the white-clothed swordsman's moves are fast and fast, but once the routine is understood by the white-haired old man, it is impossible to break through that stick.

Su Musha was able to force Lao Suo to use the second move, and he also borrowed all kinds of subtle moves that others were envious of and sprinkled out without money, so that the white-haired Lao Suo couldn't resist.

The white-clothed swordsman in the audience was still breathing, and Su Soap, who was waiting under the high stage, hurriedly walked over at this time and whispered a few words in Su Musha's ear.

Su Musha frowned and asked, "Is the news true?"

"Really. Su Soap affirmed.

Su Musha thought for a while, stood up and arched his hand: "There are important matters to discuss in the palace, and the matter of the martial arts competition will be handed over to the master and Sikong for the time being." ”

Xuan and Wei Sikong did not shirk, answered, stood up and sent Su Mu to cover the high platform of Guanwu.