Under the sunlight, Shuiyue Dazong's face was ashen.
Qian Luo looked at Shui Yue Da Zong's angry look, and felt an indescribable feeling of relief in his heart!
"No wonder the city lord kills everyone every day! This feeling... is really refreshing and comfortable..."
A breeze blew by, and a leaf was rolled up and flying in the air.
Qianluo paused for a moment and then said: "Shuiyue Dazong, do you believe in Shan Yuru so much? Are you afraid that blood will be spilled on China and you will never have the chance to return to Japan and speak your Japanese language?"
Shuiyue Dazong said coldly: "It would be best if you have such ability! This time, eighteen masters of various schools are coming to the Central Plains with our sect. Our lives have already been dedicated to General Mu Mansion. As long as we succeed, Killing Zhu Yuanzhang and Yan Wang Zhu Di and his son, even if Shan Yuru breaks the contract, there is nothing to stop us from crossing the sea to seize Goguryeo! Haha, how can this sect be fooled so easily? Instead of worrying about this sect, Lord Qianluo should worry about himself After all, it’s not that easy to survive after angering our sect.”
Qianluo felt awe-inspiring in his heart, and Rico felt the ambition and determination of the Japanese in Shuiyue Dazong's mouth!
This statement makes no sense. Once Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di die, where will the Ming Dynasty in the Central Plains still have talented and strategic leaders?
What's more, King Zhu Di of Yan's territory is very close to Goguryeo. If he is killed, who can send troops to Goguryeo?
"If Qian's prediction is true, His Excellency Shuiyue Dazong told me such a secret, is it just to make Qian want to escape?" Qian Luo said with a smile.
Shuiyue Dazong sneered: "Don't you want to bring this information back to Ming Dynasty?"
Qian Luo smiled slightly and said leisurely: "Not to mention whether you can defeat Qian Mou, even if Qian Mou is really defeated, it will not have any impact. Do you believe me when I say this?"
Shuiyue Dazong's face turned gloomy, and he immediately forgot about Qian Luo's so-called backhand.
Just as he took the initiative to tell the information in order to shake Qian Luo's state of mind, Qian Luo's move actually also shook his state of mind.
For experts, the fight often starts without even noticing!
When that piece of dead leaf took advantage of the wind and passed by Qian Luo's eyes, Shuiyue Sect suddenly moved.
The Shuiyuedao in his hand trembled slightly, making a heart-stirring hissing sound.
Shuiyuedazong attaches great importance to the harmony between natural things and himself, so the position he appears in is very clever, standing upwind, facing Qianluo with the wind.
At this time, to seize this front-line fighter opportunity, the Shuiyue Sword is held high and horizontally above the head. This is the unique starting position of the Shuiyue Sword technique.
He stared at Qian Luo with all his concentration, firmly grasping Qian Luo's breathing and heartbeat rate. He was full of sword energy and crushed his opponent with a terrifying aura.
Qianluo's state of mind has improved a lot in the past few years. At this time, he was motionless under the pressure of Shuiyue Sect.
Without batting an eyelid, facing the leaves passing by in front of him, there was no slight fluctuation. It was like a majestic mountain that never changes. It didn't give Shuiyue Sect the slightest chance to use his sword.
The two of them were confronting each other like this, their mental momentum rising continuously, and each was testing the limits of the other's momentum.
After two cups of tea, a thin layer of sweat formed on Qianluo's forehead.
In his perception, Shuiyue Sect was as unmoving as Mount Tai, but he had reached the limit of his momentum...
The spear pointed directly at the heart of Shuiyuedazong. Ganluo stepped out step by step, mastering the rhythm of his steps, just like the notes of death.
Shuiyue Da Zong's expression remained unchanged, and the Shuiyue Sword in his hand was instantly slashed from a unique angle!
The sword light disappeared in a flash, and when it reappeared, it had been condensed into a terrifying sword energy like a rainbow, crashing on Qian Luo's spear like a huge roaring wave!
Shuiyue Sect, who was proud of the entire Japan, finally showed the power of Shuiyue Sword Technique without any reservation, the true limit of Japanese Sword Technique!
The reality and reality are unpredictable and endlessly changing, just like the moon in the water. It looks like there is a moon in the water, but it is actually just the phantom of the moonlight.
The moment the swords and spears collided, Shuiyue Sect let out a loud roar, and the energy of the two people's fight overflowed and spread across the surrounding area.
"What a spear!"
The long sword in Shuiyue Dazong's hand suddenly disappeared again, appearing out of nothing, and once again slashed at Qianluo at a strange angle.
Qian Luo changed his moves in a hurry, and he couldn't help but be forced back by the sword energy.
Shuiyue Dazong was chasing after him, and his steps were also extremely weird. Sometimes he was heavy, sometimes light, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. When he was heavy, he would crush the ground. When he was light, he was like feathers touching the ground. When he was fast, he was like using his own strength to control the wind. When he was slow, he was like flying against the wind. It's like being stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to move forward.
In the short distance of two to three feet, this erratic and fleeting pace made Qian Luo so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to vomit blood.
He had to admit that the Shuiyue Sect's strength was truly unfathomable!
He can definitely be called the tyrant among swordsmen. He has reached the ultimate level of swordsmanship, which is comparable to Hao Jian, Lang Fanyun and other top warriors in the world!
In just a few moves, Ganluo was already in danger!
"Lao Gan, that's it."
At this moment, a dull voice suddenly came from the forest.
Shuiyue Dazong's heart was shocked, and he suddenly stood still on his feet. From extreme movement to extreme stillness, he held the knife and looked at the direction where the sound came from.
Before making a sound, he didn't sense anyone nearby at all!
Just this manual and static conversion, Qian Luo had to admit in his heart that this person's strength was indeed superior to his own.
"If the city lord hadn't followed, I, Qian Luo, would probably be doomed today..." Qian Luo sighed in his heart, feeling a little lucky.
He was not even half depressed about losing!
Since losing to Hao Jian in the Dongting Lake battle, Qian Luo has given up his desire to win, and his mood has improved a lot over the years...
Now that he lost to the Shuiyue Sect again, Qianluo did not feel defeated, but accepted it calmly.
In the forest, Hao Jian ended his OB mode and walked out slowly.
Shuiyue Dazong stared at Hao Jian, and the information about the powerful people from the Central Plains given to him by Shan Yuru quickly emerged in his mind.
"Looking at your age, you must be Hao Jian, who is also known as the 'Mean Saint'. I have to say, your name is really special!"
Hao Jian smiled slightly, walked to Qian Luo, pondered for a moment and then said: "Before coming to the Central Plains, I did a lot of homework..."
Shuiyue Dazong said in a deep voice: "Excuse me."
"You're welcome! I said Shuiyue Dazong, you can't do this...I just heard...you still haven't learned what Lao Gan just said!" Hao Jian said with a smile.
Shuiyue Dazong's face changed and he said angrily: "What do I want to do if I learn that...?"
Hao Jian smiled and said: "My dear, I suggest you learn it! After all, that sentence is related to your life and death..."
Shuiyue Dazong snorted coldly: "As long as I can communicate with you in your country's spoken and written language, it's enough! As for the level of learning in this sect, I don't need to worry about you."
Hao Jian nodded slightly, "I understand what you mean, you want to have a fight with me, right?"
Shuiyue Dazong's mind gradually returned to calmness, and he said in a deep voice: "For so many years, our sect has been invincible in Japan for too long. It is rare for anyone to challenge this sect, and even if they do, they are vulnerable! Precisely because it is difficult to find an opponent, This sect took the initiative to take over the mission to the Central Plains from the general! For this sect, only by finding an opponent who can let go and fight can we realize the meaning of life and existence. Your martial arts is better than Qianluo, which is enough Become the sword tester of our sect!"
"Yo yo yo... Look at the arrogance of the little thing..." Hao Jian chuckled, "Just fight, no problem! However, you just had a fight with Lao Gan, and your energy was consumed a lot, right? I'll give you an hour to recover your vitality, lest you say I took advantage of others' danger."
Shuiyue Dazong said coldly: "No need! This sect's true energy is still abundant! Hurry up, this sect can't wait any longer..."
"No! I am a principled person, you must give me an hour of rest!" Hao Jian said in a deep voice.
"Stop talking nonsense, come on!" Shuiyue Dazong said angrily.
Hao Jian looked at Shuiyue Dazong, thought for a while and said: "In this way, you answer a question for me, and the answer is up to you!"
Upon hearing this, Shuiyue Dazong raised his sword to his eyes, "Just ask! Out of respect for your opponent, except for the secrets of our skills, we can answer any questions you have."
Hao Jian waved his hand, "That's not necessary! Just now Lao Gan said: 'Ji Ji Ji, Ji Ji Ji, the chicken is the thorn chicken. The thorn chicken is hungry, Ji Ji and Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji?' Excuse me, what does this sentence mean... ?”
Qian Luo was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing unceremoniously...
"Hahahahahahaha..."
Shuiyue Dazong was startled, his face turned from white to red, then from red to green, then to black...
"You...you are humiliating this sect!"
Hao Jian spread his hands, "It's humiliation, yes! But what can you do to me? I can even tell you that the look in my eyes is one part funny, three parts joking, five parts humiliating, and seven parts mocking." !Anyway, you just can’t answer it...right?"
Shuiyue Dazong glared at Hao Jian, and it took him a long time to calm down. He sheathed the sword, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said coldly: "Okay! Just wait!"
After saying that, he actually started to meditate on the spot to regain his energy.
"City Lord, do you really want him to recover calmly?" Qian Luo asked doubtfully.
Hao Jian smiled and said: "No problem! Just wait..."
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Soon, an hour passed.
Shuiyue Dazong slowly opened his eyes and stood up. The Shuiyue sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and he once again assumed the posture of looking directly at the sword.
"Thank you, Your Excellency. Our sect's condition has recovered and is better than before! You will definitely regret your entrustment!"
Hao Jian smiled and said: "No, no. My main worry is that... you won't be able to withstand a knife... In that case, it would be too boring."
"Arrogant!" Shuiyue Dazong shouted coldly, his whole body exuding a terrifying aura again, and his aura continued to rise.
Hao Jian laughed and said, "If you are arrogant, you will find out if you come here."
The eagle knife was pointing diagonally at the ground. Hao Jian stood like an ordinary person, without any aura in his body.
The more this happens, the less Shuiyue Sect dares to be careless.
His eyes told him that Hao Jian was standing there, but in his perception, it seemed as if there was no one there.
This contradiction shocked Shuiyue Grand Master. As a master-level expert, he did not even need to rely on his eyes to observe his opponent in battle. He only needed to rely on the vitality released by his life to track, not to mention the blood flow and pulse. Heartbeat, muscle reaction and other subtle movements...
However, at this moment, Hao Jian seemed to have disappeared from the Shuiyue Sect's induction.
His breath, heartbeat and other vital signs all disappeared, as if he was facing a lifeless stone.
The terrifying momentum he unleashed was completely in vain and had no target!
It was like a punch punched in the air, with no point of impact.
The moment the momentum reached its peak, Shuiyue Sect took action, just like Qian Luo just now, he was forced to take action first.
When this peak sword was slashed out, combined with the strange and erratic magical steps and the ever-changing moves, it drew a beautiful arc in the air and slashed towards Hao Jian.
Under the sun, the Shuiyue Sword burst out with a shining light, carrying the invincible sword energy.
"A thousand cuts are endless!"
Hao Jian shouted softly, and all his true energy condensed on the eagle sword. Countless sword energy was slashed out, and spread all over the void in an instant, covering all the Shuiyue Sect's retreat routes.
Between the interaction of Qi and Qi, the sky and the earth became darkened.
Countless sword flashes seemed to be endless. After one sword, there were ten swords, and after ten swords there were hundreds, thousands of swords...
Just like mercury falling to the ground, just like the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens.
"This... what kind of sword technique is this!" Shuiyue Dazong, who was in it, could no longer maintain his state of mind, and his shock was beyond words...
In his perception, the world around him seemed to have faded away, leaving only him and Hao Jian in front of him.
Hao Jian seemed to be very far away, but also seemed to be very close before his eyes.
The illusion caused by this distance caused waves in Shuiyue Dazong's state of mind, which were instantly out of control and swept away all his thoughts.
There were dazzling sword lights everywhere, and the sharp cold air made the hair on his body stand on end, as if he was about to be cut into pieces by a thousand swords.
Qian Luo was also dumbfounded, and the shock in his heart was no less than that of the Shuiyue Sect.
He knew that Hao Jian was accustomed to using swords, and his attainments in kendo were no less than Lang Fanyun, who was known as "the best swordsman in the world", but he never thought that Hao Jian could wield such a terrifying power with the Eagle Sword!
This sword technique is unheard of and unseen!
"The city lord... really has unpredictable strength..."
"clang!"
At the sound of the two sabers clashing, Shuiyue Dazong's whole body shook violently.
At the moment of contact, he felt the infinite, sharp and terrifying energy rushing up the Shuiyue Knife, invading his body, and continuously pulling and cutting...
The light of the sword gradually disappeared, and Hao Jian stood back where he was, as if he had never moved.
Shuiyue Dazong holds the Shuiyue Sword, his figure is tall and straight, piercing the sky, motionless like a sculpture.
A gust of breeze blew by, and a knife mark appeared on the center of Shuiyue Dazong's eyebrows. From the center of his eyebrows to his chin, a red line gradually overflowed, and blood dripped onto the ground.
"What a... what a powerful sword! People from the Central Plains, can... can you tell me what this move is called?" Shui Yue Dazong said intermittently.
Hao Jian said with a strange face: "Um...were you unconscious before you died?"
"Dazong Shuiyue, didn't my city lord just say that? This sword is called 'A Thousand Swords'!" Qian Luo said, looking at Hao Jian with eyes full of awe.
"What a... What a 'A Thousand Blades'!"
After saying that, he looked up to the sky and fell down, instantly expiring.
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