Wushuang City, the city lord's mansion.

Dugu Yifang sat quietly on the throne of the city lord.

In front, Dugu Ming was a little angry and cursed, "Where did that Qin Hao come out? It would be fine if he went to make trouble, but he even ran to our Wushuang City to play wild?"

"Damn, I forced Mingyue and I to terminate the engagement? Dad, why did you agree to him?"

Dugu Yifang slowly opened his eyes and shouted angrily: "Shut up! I warn you not to provoke Qin Hao, and you cannot find Mingyue again like before... If you really cause any trouble, even if I don't take action, the Sword Saint will break your leg!"

"Think about what the Sword Saint said. If you anger Qin Hao, Wushuang City will suffer a catastrophe."

After saying that, Dugu Yifang waved his hand and signaled Dugu Ming to retreat.

Dugu Ming shook his sleeves and left the hall angrily.

Damn, where will I put my face in the future? That bastard Qin Hao, please wait for me.

I won’t let you go, Dugu Ming’s eyes are full of hatred.

In the hall, Dugu Yifang looked at Dugu Ming's departure back and showed a cruel expression: "I'm getting more and more disobedient... If he really dares to provoke Qin Hao, don't blame me for not being in love!"

mutual affection?

Although Dugu Yifang is fake, he has been accused of his father and son for so many years, and he still has some feelings for Dugu Ming, a cheap son.

But if compared with his position as the city lord, a cheap son is just a cheap son after all. He would never hesitate when it was time to give up.

"Xiongba Sect Duanlang came to get Wushuang Sword, and secretly revealed the news to Wushuang City. It was obvious that he wanted to use a knife to kill people and use us to get rid of Duanlang!"

Dugu Ming sneered: "But Duan Lang defected to Qin Hao, the Wushuang Yang Sword fell into Qin Hao's hand, and the Wushuang Yin Sword was in Mingyue's hand... Now that Mingyue and Qin Hao are engaged, it means that the two Wushuang Swords are all obtained by Qin Hao!"

"Xiongba's plan to use our plan to get rid of Duan Lang is probably going to fail!"

"Xiongba is not a fool. After he learned that Duan Lang defected to Qin Hao, he would have no idea of ​​using our actions. He would inevitably send powerful killers to assassinate Duan Lang... Let's watch it next!"

......

Although the Sword Saint was defeated by Qin Hao, he also learned Wuming's whereabouts from Qin Hao.

Regarding Wuming, the Sword Saint has always had a knot in his heart... He wants to win Wuming once.

So after knowing Wuming's whereabouts, he hurriedly left Wushuang City and found him... After resolutely resolutely the engagement between Dugu Ming and Mingyue, he left Wushuang City.

At this time, the Sword Saint was sitting face to face with Wuming in Zhonghua Pavilion.

The Sword Saint looked at Wuming and said, "It looks much younger than me... Your strength has improved a lot over the years, right?"

Wuming had no choice but to say: "Why are you doing this? Just think I have defeated you, go back!"

snort!

The Sword Saint snorted coldly: "Just pretend to be defeated by me? Wuming, you are humiliating me... Although that boy Qin Hao is arrogant, he likes you much more. You are simply disgusting."

Wuming picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of wine for the Sword Saint: "Is Qin Hao? He is indeed a peerless strong man... He took two moves in succession, and the defense he showed was terrifying! Your sword cannot break his defense with twenty-two, and I believe that Xiongba's three-point Guiyuan Qi will not break even!"

At the World Club, Qin Hao resisted Xiongba's Paiyun Palm with a calm and gentle wind.

In Wushuang City, I took over the Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-three.

From beginning to end, what he showed was only a powerful defense, but did not show any attack methods... It is precisely because of this relationship that Wuming only evaluated Qin Hao's defense ability.

The Sword Saint exclaimed: "It is indeed awesome young man, but you only see the surface, but you don't know what is really terrifying!"

Wuming asked in confusion: "What is really scary? What are you referring to?"

The Sword Saint shook his head: "You can't say it, you can't say it... I promised Qin Hao and wouldn't tell anyone!"

Wuming was even more confused and said to himself: "Is it the same as I guess? He is really related to the twelfth panic?"

The Sword Saint was stunned for a moment: "The twelfth panic? A peerless strong man appears every hundred years? The person who has been rumored to have lived for thousands of years?"

Wuming nodded: "A strong man like Qin Hao cannot appear in vain, and such strength cannot be unknown in the world. Before the selection of the Lord of the World Hall, there seemed to be no such person in the world... It is precisely because of this relationship that I guess that he is related to the Twelfth panic."

The Sword Saint came back to his senses and couldn't help laughing: "Your guess is reasonable, but unfortunately, you guessed it wrong! Qin Hao would never be in the twelfth panic!"

Wuming: "Oh? Why?"

Sword Saint: "Don't mess with me, the reason why I say he is not the twelfth panic is because he is even more terrifying than the legendary twelfth panic... I would like to remind you, don't mess with him."

After saying that, the Sword Saint slowly stood up and his eyes became sharp.

Rumble!

Layer layers of sword intent condensed around the sword saint, and in an instant the entire Zhonghua Pavilion shook violently like a small boat falling into the ocean.

"Wu Ming, it's better to choose a day than to meet the day... The competition between you and me will be today!"

"The sword intent of Sword Twenty-Two? It's really powerful!"

Wuming smiled slightly, and a faint breath spread from his body. The breath seemed to blow by a breeze, and it instantly blew away the sword intent condensed by the Sword Saint.

The sword intent dissipated and the Zhonghua Pavilion returned to peace.

The Sword Saint was stunned on the spot and said in shock: "Is this the realm of the Heavenly Sword? I didn't expect that you have reached this level."

Wuming: "It's just a lucky person."

Before the two sides fought, the sword saint's sword intent was completely suppressed by Wuming. This level of suppression made the sword saint understand a truth instantly... He is definitely not Wuming's opponent now.

"It seems that only after comprehension of the twenty-three swords can you be qualified to fight with you."

The Sword Saint was not discouraged, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became even worse.

If Qin Hao hadn't reminded him of Sword Twenty-three, the Sword Saint would probably fall into decadence because he was defeated by Wuming again, and might even be in a slump, and he would not have recovered in a few years.

But now it's different. He already knows that there is Sword Twenty-three, which makes him look forward to his future strength. In this case, even if he loses to Wuming temporarily, he will not be discouraged, but will instead make his fighting spirit soar.

"Sword Twenty-three?"

Wuming frowned slightly: "Have you ever considered the price of comprehension of Sword Twenty-three?"

The Sword Saint laughed: "The vitality is exhausted? The life span is greatly reduced? What's the harm? I was addicted to the sword. As long as I can understand the twenty-three swords, even if I die, I will be willing!"

"What's more, I have found other solutions. If nothing unexpected happens, it will likely solve the consumption of vitality. After I understand Sword Twenty-Three, I will not consume too much vitality, but may gain it for a longer time."
Chapter completed!