Kou Hao sat on a big bluestone more than ten zhang on the side of the white-clothed man and Fang Baoyu, staring at this competition. After all, Kou Hao came to the world of "Huanhua Washing Sword Record" to learn about swordsmanship, and of course he attaches great importance to the final battle.

"I don't fight for fame and fortune, I just want to pursue advanced kendo, but I want to find a real opponent. The man in white sighed deeply.

"Unlike you, I see the sword not for killing, but for guarding those you care about. For the honor of the Central Plains Martial Arts, I will do my best!" Fang Baoyu said loudly.

Kou Hao is still more optimistic about the man in white in his heart, because he only fights for his ideals, and he has always implemented his ideals.

Fang Baoyu pulled out the long sword behind his back and said, "Please!"

Then Qingbi's long sword stabbed out, which was a breathtaking sword, just like the haze of heaven and earth, suddenly shining brightly.

The turquoise sword light was like a dragon leaping, and the Dongying warrior sword of the man in white glowed with pure white light, as if it was stained with the bright moon and clear light. Kou Hao saw two figures in front of him, one white and one blue, shuttling in the sword light, and couldn't tell who was Fang Baoyu and who was the man in white.

The sword roared sonorously, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, the sword momentum of the man in white became more and more cold and fierce, full of killing aura, and Fang Baoyu's sword momentum gradually became soft, like a gentle drizzle, sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

Dismantling the trick so quickly, and after a cup of tea, the sword light in the sky suddenly disappeared, leaving only two long swords, one green and one white, held high, but the tips of the swords were together.

Fang Baoyu and the man in white were opposed, but they were no longer two people, but two pieces of cold ice!

In their eyes, there was no other thing to see, only the opponent and the opponent's sword.

No one in the group of heroes watching the battle dared to make a noise, lest it affect their performance.

They thought that this was a battle related to the glory of the Central Plains martial arts, but in fact, Kou Hao knew that the man in white was actually from the Central Plains, but his father brought him to Dongying to practice Dongying swordsmanship since he was a child. Even if Fang Baoyu was defeated, he was actually defeated in the hands of the Central Plains.

The bright sun was now obscured by the dark and gloomy clouds, and the wind was howling and the waves were rolling, as if the heavens and the earth were roaring.

The wind moved, the heart did not move, and the man in white and Fang Baoyu stood like statues facing each other.

After more than a dozen breaths, the man in white suddenly held the narrow and sharp Dongying Samurai Sword in both hands, and slashed forward continuously, and the shouting sound was endless, containing a strong momentum.

If it is an ordinary opponent, he will lose his fighting spirit in such a shout, and then he will be split in half.

Fang Baoyu kept retreating, and when he took the sixth step, Fang Baoyu suddenly pounced on the ground.

The man in white slashed down with a sword, and Fang Baoyu suddenly stabbed out with a sword spinning from the bottom up, and he could vaguely see some red rays in the blue light.

It's like seeing the rising sun on the beach, sprinkling the red rays of the bend and reflecting the sea surface.

When Kou Hao saw this, he couldn't help but admire: "Good swordsmanship!"

At the same time, the man in white swung out eight swords in an instant, the angle of each sword was quite mysterious, and the combination was even more wonderful, and the extreme speed made these eight swords in one go, like a sword net to resist Fang Baoyu's lore sword.

"Strike at the sky!" Fang Baoyu shouted, using his own trick, the sword shadow swirled, and the volley slashed away, just like thunder and lightning, and the sound of the sword blade breaking through the air was particularly piercing.

"Yin and Yang Reverse Chaos Sword!" The man in white reversed his long sword and slashed it from left to right on the beach, and his sword qi suddenly set off two dust and sand dragons on the beach, ten zhang long.

The sword qi came out of the dust and sand, formless and qualitative, and it was actually slashed upwards diagonally.

The man in white changed his move to carry the long sword on his shoulder, and slashed out diagonally, like a hurricane, a rather strange move, which is really rare.

The dust and sand were rolling, the sword qi was whistling, and everything seemed to stand still.

The Dongying Warrior Sword and Fang Baoyu's emerald long sword broke at the same time, but it was not a tie, because the sword qi contained in the two dust and sand dragons that seemed to attack the front slashed upwards diagonally, and Fang Baoyu's feet were immediately seriously injured and fell to the ground.

"Hey, you didn't defeat me after all, is it true that now I have no opponent, and only by defeating myself can I end the pain of having no opponent?"

Although his performance is somewhat similar to Dugu's pursuit of defeat but seeking defeat and not being able to get it, many people will feel that it is too pretending and very stupid, but Kou Hao understands that this is equivalent to playing a certain type of competitive game, such as Duota or LOL, whose skills have no opponents and have been winning, so what's the point?

But sword training is not a game, to end such a deep level of loneliness, the only way to kill oneself!

Kou Hao felt that Fang Baoyu's swordsmanship imitated natural phenomena, such as the gentle wind and drizzle at the beginning, the rising sun on the sea later, and the thunder of the sky, but it had not yet reached a unique and innovative realm.

In the past five years, he has not practiced swords, but has gone into the red dust to refine his heart, setting up a stall like an ordinary person to do business, and seeing all the ways in the world, so his swordsmanship is more profound, and there can be more detailed changes suitable for him.

"That's a mistake, Brother White, we haven't competed with swords, how can you say that you are invincible?" Kou Hao flew over, staring at the man in white and smiling.

"That's right, Brother Kou, since you stand up, you must have enough confidence. ”

The man in white said slowly: "But my sword is broken, and I have to change the day." ”

"Why bother with weapons, kendo masters like you and me, grass, trees, bamboos and stones can be swords, so let's both use a three-foot spotted bamboo as a sword. That's fair and minimizes accidental injuries. Kou Hao said.

"Using bamboo as a sword competition, it doesn't seem to be very formal......" Before he finished speaking, the man in white suddenly smiled and said, "I understand, I always restrained myself in the past, maybe I can try." ”

So, Kou Hao asked Hu Buchou to go to the neighborhood as soon as possible to find two identical three-foot bamboos, and he found them when he went to a stick of incense.

Fang Baoyu had already been carried down to treat his injuries, and on the coast of the East China Sea, on the blood-stained beach, two people were facing each other with spotted bamboo swords, it was Kou Hao and the man in white.

The heroes who watched the battle all understood that for the masters, infusing the internal force into the bamboo, once they stabbed the neck or the heart, they could kill the opponent. This is more reliable than the so-called flying flowers and leaves, so the group continues to keep quiet, knowing that the next competition is still full of danger.

After a moment of confrontation, Kou Hao moved, and the sword in his hand was raised, but he did not move.

The man in white also made a move, and he didn't send it out.

Next, their swordsmanship was quite strange, it seemed to be a whim, in order to explore the advanced swordsmanship, so both of them kept changing their moves, but they never really attacked the past.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway, and there are no more than ten people present who can watch such a competition scene with relish and constantly applaud in their hearts.

There are less than ten masters such as Ziyi Hou, Fang Baoyu, Hu Buchou, and Gongsun Hong, who admire such swordsmanship.

Just when the vast majority of the spectators were drowsy, the blue mangs flickered, and the spotted bamboo sword could still bloom with brilliant brilliance, Kou Hao and the people in white flashed in the sword light, and if the colorful butterflies wore flowers, they fought more than a dozen swords in the blink of an eye.

The bamboo sword fights, not a sonorous sound, but a dull sound of "tuk tuk".

Both sides have poured internal force into the Banzhu sword, and Kou Hao feels that his internal strength is better than that of the man in white, but now that it is a contest and exploration of advanced swordsmanship, Kou Hao is unwilling to directly shock the man in white with internal force, otherwise it will hinder the purpose of Kou Hao's trip.

Of course, the man in white understood this situation, so he admired Kou Hao more and more.

Next, the man in white unleashed an increasingly frantic and destructive swordplay, which was less fancy, but more ruthless, as a result of his perennial killing of his opponents.

And Kou Hao used the Ice and Fire Heavenly Sword, and what he was thinking about was the artistic conception of "Yun Wuxin is out of Xiu, and the bird is tired of flying and knows how to return".

After fighting for another stick of incense, there was still no winner or loser, and the eyes of the man in white lit up, because he had finally found an opponent who could match him.

"Annihilation Seven Styles!" The man in white used the peerless skill at the bottom of the box, even if he slashed it with a spotted bamboo sword, the sword qi still struck the muscles and bones.

The surrounding dust and sand were raised, and both sides were affected, but this was an incidental effect of the man in white's trick, and he had long been accustomed to being able to squint at his opponent a little in this dust and sand. Even if there is sand in his eyes, his iron man-like body and mind can withstand it.

Kou Hao suddenly faced this situation, very uncomfortable, and immediately hit the ground with the toes of his feet continuously, and flew diagonally backwards and upwards.

The man in white swung his sword and stabbed at him, instantly slashing out seven swords, full of the intent of destruction.

Kou Hao suddenly felt ethereal in his heart, but the artistic conception in his heart was that he had felt on the river, "the mountains and rivers are green, and the clouds on the rocks are chasing each other".

The so-called artistic conception here is that in the past five years, Kou Hao has worked hard to understand the way of nature, of course, facing different scenes and having different artistic conceptions.

At this moment, he naturally thought of this artistic conception, so Kou Hao only felt that although the sword of the man in white was fierce and ruthless, there was no flaw to follow on the surface.

But in Kou Hao's opinion at this moment, it was a little slower, because Kou Hao's state of mind surpassed that of the man in white, which was quite wonderful.

"Poof......

Both of them landed, the man in white was holding a bamboo sword, his eyes became brighter and brighter, staring at Kou Hao, and suddenly laughed happily.

The laughter was so heroic and loud, and the sound shook the sky.

The crowd was stunned, because the left shoulder of the man in white was pierced by Kou Hao's spotted bamboo sword!

"I'm finally defeated! It's a defeat after fighting hard, even if I die, I will be grateful to you, Brother Kou, you are so good!" said the man in white with joy, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Come on, don't send me a good guy card, I hate this. Besides, you can't die, the position of my stab is very accurate, it's shoulder meat, hurry up and heal it. Kou Hao said that, he treated the wounds of the man in white.

The group of heroes gradually dispersed, and Kou Hao wanted to get drunk with the man in white, the marquis in purple and Fang Baoyu and others before leaving, but the man in white was seriously injured and couldn't drink.

"Anyway, in the future, I can come back to see my old friends at any time through the martial arts crossing token, and take advantage of this silent night to leave quietly. Kou Hao said in his heart.

People like him take life and death lightly and part. Therefore, Kou Hao chose to leave silently, even if his friends blame, it is better than sad tears.

In the coconut grove, Kou Hao took out the martial arts crossing token, clicked on the suspended translucent screen, and chose the next martial arts world.

After watching it for a while, Kou Hao originally wanted to go to "Dragon Babu" or "Qin Shi Mingyue", but considering that he had been in "Huanhua Washing Sword Record" for five years (the time in the martial arts world has no impact on Kou Hao's age, otherwise he won't become an old monster after playing all the way?), let's go to a slightly smaller martial arts world first.

After choosing for a while, Kou Hao ordered "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng Series"......

With a burst of colorful glow, Kou Hao felt fluttering, and after a long time, when the light dissipated, Kou Hao was on the long street in the middle of the night, and he could smell the aroma of red wine and rouge in the air.

And you can also hear: "Guest officer, often come to play!"

Kou Hao's heart sank: "It's worthy of Lu Xiaofeng, I really ...... enjoy it"