Everyone has seen lightning, but few have seen fists as swift as lightning. Wang Biao's fists are as fast as lightning, and he has not met an opponent so far.

There is a warrior monk named Yunjing who is very good at fist kung fu in Wutai Mountain, and he boasts that no one in the world will be faster than him, so people called him to find Wang Biao.

It was a sunny early spring morning, and the bees in the flowers had not yet started, but the birds in the forest had begun to sing. The young man's green shirt was drenched in sweat, and his steel and iron body was faintly visible. His handsome face, dripping with beads of sweat, exudes perseverance and wisdom that has endured hardships, and under his beautiful eyebrows are sharper eyes than falcons. The dragon and the tiger are majestic, and he is really a vigorous and resolute young hero.

Suddenly, a warrior monk with arms walked in front of him, but seeing him with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, King Kong iron bones, as if he had inexhaustible strength in his body, just waiting for an instant explosion. His eyes were like torches, he looked at Wang Biao and asked, "You are Wang Biao?"

"So what?"

"I heard your fists are lightning fast?"

"Not at all. ”

"Then I'll come and learn the lesson!"

"Let the horses come. ”

So, the two of them started a fight.

Wang Biao asked, "Are you ready?"

The other person replied, "Okay." ”

Suddenly, the shadow of the fist flashed, and the left eye socket of the warrior monk had been beaten purple and black, and suddenly there were stars flashing in front of his eyes. So, he hurriedly called a stop, stop, stop! Wang Biao did not take advantage of the danger of others, and sure enough, he did not send a second punch.

The warrior monk said, "I didn't adjust it just now. As he spoke, he reopened his stance and said to Wang Biao, "Okay!" Before the words fell, his right eye socket was punched again, and this time he didn't even see the shadow of the fist, and his right eye socket also turned purple and black. So, he stopped again, and did it again, and so on and so forth, and so on and on, and at last he was willing to give in, and said, "Your Excellency's fist is really as fast as lightning, and Yunjing is willing to bow to the wind!"

Over the years, the people who duel with Wang Biao have generally ended up like this, and there are also many famous celebrities who have become famous. His fist defeated Yue Huaiyi, the king of the Northern Spear, smashed the head of the Good Envoy Meteor Hammer Wang Feng, and shattered the three ribs of Liu Qingyun, a first-class swordsman in Liujiang...... The results are innumerable. Now people will feel inexplicably nervous and scared when they hear his name. Therefore, everyone on the rivers and lakes said that his fist was a "divine fist", and that his person was a "boxing king".

Wu Shuang, people in the rivers and lakes say that he is "the unparalleled Wu Shuangjian among the people", known as the reputation of the first fast sword in the south of the Yangtze River, the master who defeated under his sword is like a cloud, and his sword is also like Wang Biao's iron fist - rewriting the fate of many people. So people were looking forward to a fight between them, and some people thought that if these two men duel, what would be the result? So there were different opinions: some said that Wang Biao won, and some said that Wu Shuang won. No matter who wins or loses, there will always be a loser.

Recently, there was a news that caused a sensation in the rivers and lakes - Wang Biao is going to duel with Wu Shuang!

It was an extraordinary autumn morning, Wu Shuang was woken up by an early bird as usual, his beautiful wife was like a bird nestled in his generous arms and fell asleep, and his son, who had just turned one year old, was like a dormant little leopard lying on the small bed beside the bed. Seeing this scene, Wu Shuang's heart felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. He was thinking that the warmest and happiest thing in the golden nest and silver nest was his own quilt.

This morning was the first morning for him to return home with a sword in Luoyang. Every time he came home, he had to go through everything in the house carefully - it should be said that this was a complex, a complex of the world's lovers. People with this kind of complex often value love and righteousness. Wushuang is a person who values love and righteousness, and every time he dues, he has to agree with the other party in advance. He is above board, never taking advantage of others, and will terminate a duel even if his opponent has the slightest discomfort during a duel. Wait until the opponent has readjusted so that his body and mind are in the best condition before continuing the duel.

The room is small but cozy and warm, and the smell of jasmine fragrance wafts through every corner. When his gaze rested on the sword hanging from the wall that had won him the aura of countless victories, at this moment, an emotion suddenly appeared in his heart that he had never felt before. This emotion is not the joy of victory, nor the frustration of defeat, but rather a kind of sorrow - the sorrow of uncertainty about life and death in the sword. He thinks that a person with a family and a room, and then he wants to covet the days of fighting and killing in the rivers and lakes, which is a manifestation of irresponsibility to his family and no responsibility for the future. Then he thought of how bitter he would be if one day he was killed by someone - for it would mean the loss of everything, along with this incomparably warm and happy home, and that his wife and children would henceforth be left alone and adrift. Therefore, people are never allowed to fail in the rivers and lakes. Because, if you can't afford to lose, once you fail, you will have nothing.

Thinking of yesterday's duel, the scene of the narrow victory, his heart still palpitated. Yesterday's opponent was Yun Zhongzi of Qingcheng Mountain, and it was difficult to distinguish the victory or defeat from him by dismantling one hundred and eighty moves. The opponent's superb swordsmanship and rich battlefield experience surprised him greatly. In the duel, Yun Zhongzi is calm and relaxed, and one move and one style are just right, and he will never waste half of his strength. Therefore, Wu Shuang was unsure of the odds of victory, and the longer the duel lasted, the more he felt that his opponent was unfathomable, and the less confident he was to defeat him. Not only that, but later he even felt that danger was approaching him step by step. At this moment, he seized an opportunity - there was a flaw in the clouds. When his sword blade pierced Yun Zhongzi's throat, at that moment, he actually saw a trace of hesitation in Yun Zhongzi's eyes. Hesitation - the Achilles' heel. Just that moment of hesitation, lost Yun Zhongzi's life. Thinking about it afterwards, why did he, a sword master who had experienced a hundred battles, hesitate, Wu Shuang was puzzled. It wasn't until he left the dueling arena that he heard that Yun Zhongzi's master died of a stroke an hour before the duel, and Yun Zhongzi was the only apprentice in his life. After that, Wu Shuang sighed: If Yun Zhongzi did not hesitate, he took advantage of the situation to slash a sword, and took the opportunity to slash horizontally, with his physical exertion at that time, he would definitely be unable to save himself. Then the result is the opposite, and the person who died should be his peerless. At that time, the moment Yun Zhongzi's blood splashed to the ground, his expression was so calm, with a smile, as if the victory belonged to him...... Thinking of this, Wu Shuang looked at his beloved wife and sleeping son again, and at this moment he seemed to understand something!