Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

Since ancient times, knives and swords have unusual characteristics, and their appearance has left a strong mark in the long river of history!

Especially the Tang knife, in the history of weapons of the Chinese nation, has written a brilliant chapter!

However, the pride of the sword cannot be ignored, it is another symbol of nobility and elegance, and its contest with the sword shows the splendor of civilization and barbarism.

So, at some point, they will be as incompatible as natural predators.

In Wu Shuang's battle history, there is no one who has not been a sensation in martial arts when he was defeated by his sword, and as for the weapons they have used, they are really varied, covering almost all of the history of weapons.

However, at such a young age, he used the Tang Sword to such a terrifying realm - Zhong Yong was still the first person in his eyes, just like he was so young, he exerted the power of the long sword to such an unfathomable degree - it was a miracle in the eyes of the people of the rivers and lakes.

So, when Zhong Yong's Tang Dao and Wu Shuang's long sword meet, who will be the final winner? Perhaps, many people will say Wu Shuang. But, I would say, it depends on luck!

"Zheng!" A deafening dragon roar sounded, Zhong Yong slashed at the Tang knife of the Fajing Zen Master, and was blocked by a sharp sword piercing through the window;

The person who came wore a hat, a white robe, a royal blue crane, and his back to the slanting sun outside the window, so that Zhong Yong in front of him could not see his face clearly, but Zhong Yong could feel the domineering from the other party.

His sword is like the tentacles of a praying mantis, and it is keenly inclined forward, as if Zhong Yong's Tang knife is going to attack with impunity like the abbot, and it is no longer possible;

This made Zhong Yong suddenly become steady, as if, at that moment, he also understood, using the mystery of language to explore the depth of the other party, so he would even use this polite tone to ask the visitor.

"Who is Your Excellency, and why did you come to this desolate ancient tower so late?"

"Like you, I'm a person who doesn't want to be named!"

"Oh! I see. ”

"But," said the other coldly, "I know who you are!"

This made Zhong Yong very uneasy, it felt like he was naked and was seen in full view, so there was an unwarranted panic in his heart, like a little brother who stole melons, and was caught by the old grandfather.

He asked tentatively, "Then who am I?"

"At such a young age, he can use a Tang knife to stop the person who has this Zen staff in the hands of the old abbot of Shaolin Temple today, except for our national hero Zhong Yong, I don't think there will be a second person!"

Zhong Yong was really taken aback, that feeling was not only exposed under other people's noses, but the other party was already beginning to liquidate like a few treasures, how many ribs, how many knuckles and phalanges do you have, and so on!

The most panicked thing in the world is that your secret is liquidated by someone you don't know!

"You're exalting me too much," Zhong Yong said, "how can I be a national hero?"

"Why can't you be a national hero!" At this time, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, who had been silent for a long time, said, "Fuso swordsman Hashimoto Ryutaro was originally a nightmare of the Central Plains martial arts, but you drifted across the ocean, went deep into the land, and dispelled this nightmare forever under the eagle sorrow stream, can't this be elected as a national hero by the world?"

"You also know about this?" Zhong Yong asked as he looked at the old abbot in horror.

"That's not all," the Shaolin abbot pointed at him and said, "I also know that you are now a lackey of Huyan Wujiang, and today you just want to be here and kill people for Huyan Wujiang!"

Ha, ha, ha, ha! Zhong Yong laughed, which was a sign before he launched a fierce attack, and it could also be regarded as a special way for him to adjust his mentality, because when he killed the Fuso samurai Hashimoto Ryutaro, he also let out a similar wild laugh.

The wild laughter stopped, and at the same time as his words came out, almost the sound of knives rang out!

"Since that's the case, I'll send you two to the west!"

His knife was as fast as lightning, with a swing and a slash, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun, towards the abbot and Wu Shuang.

However, the thunder and surging momentum in the sky are often not formed by a dark cloud, it is composed of the power of positive and negative impacts; therefore, under the ten thousand waves set off by the Tang Sword in Zhong Yong's hand, Wu Shuang's stormy sword momentum was immediately ushered in.

Suddenly, the sky was miserable, the ghosts cried and howled, in the sword light and sword shadows, people seemed to see two dragons in the ancient tower, chasing the clouds and the sun, turning the waves!

In Zhong Yong's view, the opponent's long sword is like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, which cannot be guarded against, and it is like a ghost fluttering like a shadow. So, he roared! With all his might, the Tang knife in his hand suddenly rained down, slashing wildly at the other party.

At this moment, the remnant sun in the sky has gradually turned into dark clouds, and there should not be much left for an hour! The twilight mist of the distant mountains is quietly surging, and the withered grass under the ancient tower is also making a trembling sound in the bleak wind! In the tower, the sound of swords colliding one after another, and it seems to be getting more and more urgent and intense; perhaps, one of the two tigers will die when they fight!

At this moment, the two of them had already fought to the top of the ancient tower, and it seemed that there was no way out. During this period, they have at least been dismantled, and there are as many as one hundred and eighty moves.

In Zhong Yong's opinion, in this process, he should have killed more than ten samurai like Fuso swordsman and Hashimoto Ryutaro, and so far, he has not found out where Wu Shuang's weakness is! This made him feel uneasy, as if he was in a cloud of darkness, unable to see the light and unable to find an exit!

As a result, the sword technique in his hand became more and more ruthless and urgent, in fact, it was an expression of fear, a kind of madness that broke the boat.

This is a great opportunity for Wu Shuang!

Objectively, the skills of the two should be comparable, and even, Zhong Yong's knife skills are more dominant, but Zhong Yong's biggest weakness is not the lack of knife skills, but the mania of his heart, which is the reason for his final defeat!

Just when Zhong Yong's Tang knife was about to slash at Wu Shuang's left shoulder, it seemed that the momentum was bound to win, but the battle situation was changing rapidly, Wu Shuang's figure suddenly flashed to the left, and a sword light was like a dragon, like electricity, like a snake, and suddenly wrapped around Zhong Yong's wrist holding the sword.

At that moment, there was no need to hesitate, and Zhong Yong seemed to have no choice, so he could only release the handle of the knife and retract his arm, otherwise his wrist would be broken!

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the evening breeze blowing through the dead grass came from the earth, and the Fajing Zen Master heard a loud sound below! It was loud, as if there was a weapon nailed into the wall, and then the sound of fighting stopped abruptly, and there was only the sound of the evening wind blowing the dead grass in the air!

Zen Master Fajing was taken aback, he was worried that Wu Shuang would be wrong, so he ran to the top floor in a panic.

The result surprised him, the Tang knife had been nailed into the stone wall, and Zhong Yong was nowhere to be seen, Wu Shuang had also returned the sword to the sheath, he was throwing the hat out of the window, facing the Fajing Zen Master, smiling and saying.

"Mage, we're hungry! let's go back to dinner!"

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