"The dragon fights, the real dragon fights!" The dragon head of the Beggar Gang narrowed his eyes and stared at the two people on the roof opposite: "Their strength can be said to be equal now! Zhao Huaian shouldn't wait. Dao Kuang's current momentum and aura have reached its peak... He is a little conceited!"

If you ask the masters what can really determine the direction of the battle, there may be many answers, which may be the ultimate speed, indestructible defense, sharp attacks, or unparalleled skills, but the most important thing is their hearts!

Heart, energy, power, it is difficult for a person to defeat these three inner things to the top, and the sword maniac is precisely the person who has the deepest understanding of power, at least among these people;

The wind suddenly became cold and fierce, and the sand was still so rough. People were still in confrontation, looking for the opponent's flaws. The masters only fought for a moment, perhaps only at the moment when they took action!

"Swish!", the sword edge was sharp and crisp, Zhao Huaian said with a smile: "I call this sword Qingquan Sword. It's nothing special, nor is it a magic weapon, but it has accompanied me for many years and drank the blood of countless corrupt officials!

Just as the trickle of water washed away the dirty things on the riverbed, I also want to use this sword to scatter the unfair things in the world! There is what I want in that palace, maybe I can do what I always want to do with it! The sword is three feet long and three feet wide, about three fingers wide! Be careful!"

"The slaughter knife is made of imitation of the Jinyiwei standard equipment, and it is refined by hundreds of fine steel!" Dao Kuang stroked the blade with his hand and smiled: "The things you said have nothing to do with me. The things I care about are actually very simple. Seek the strongest person in the world and challenge him!"

The wind seemed much smaller, and the noise mixed in the wind also became much smaller. Gradually, everyone held their breath and looked up at the two masters on the rooftop, looking up because they stood too high and were not something that ordinary people could reach;

"Just fight! Why do you do it so serious?" Jin Rongrong muttered while riding on the wall, holding two or three candied haws, some popcorn, malt sugar and other candies in her mouth;

Beside her was Han, with a depressed face, holding his newly repaired umbrella and staring at the top, his eyes full of envy. The decisive battle between the Ao Jian and the Crazy Sword may not be as shocking as the Forbidden Summit, but it is more realistic. Han Wen really hopes that he is standing on the top!

He pretended to be Yu Huatian and had a noble status, but these were not what he liked. What he liked was his dream of a hero... Standing on top, making friends with martial arts, even though he had no regrets!

"Hey hey hey! Why are you stupid?" Jin Rongrong's eyes turned, she moved closer to Han, leaned into his arms, and raised her head with a smile: "I said, forget you just marry me... At least I am whiter than the Tatar and beautiful than the man's mother-in-law. Do you think?"

"Don't think too much about it!" Han gave Jin Rongrong a thriller: "Actually, what you think is that you can play casually with me, right? And these food and clothing, I think you hate the life of the Beggars' Sect and don't want to live that kind of life!"

Jin Rongrong stuck out her tongue, tilted her head and said nothing. As the granddaughter of the law enforcement elder of the Beggars' Gang, she is also considered the third generation of Beggars and needs to inherit her ancestral property. This is really cruel for a girl who loves food and beauty.

Dao Kuang and Zhao Huaian have been confronting each other for nearly a moment, and they are all staring at their opponents, and have not set off their swords or cuts for a long time;

"You're so fucking! Why haven't you started to fight? My neck is sore!" A noble man in the crowd was lying bored on the chair. He did not choose to go to the inn opposite him because he could admire the style of a master here;

In front of him was a guest with a bamboo strip on his waist, and his robe always had discordant oil. His voice was like rusty bronze friction: "They plan to decide the outcome in one move. This is a tacit understanding. Take a good look, just in an instant!"

Dao Kuang did not have the absolute confidence to defeat Zhao Huaian, and Zhao Huaian was the same. They did not choose to test each other, fight each other, and then constantly draw out the cards, and finally decide the winner. Instead, they chose this extremely dangerous move to decide the winner. Their courage is indeed extraordinary!

"Hello—!" The sound moved around the sky, and the violent aura filled with will. Dao Kuang finally couldn't help but take action!

The long sword is like lightning, and the black hair is flying!

"Slay!" Zhao Huaian spit out a light word, stood up his sword in front, stepped forward, and attacked out, as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, and as invaded as fire! Simple and simple!

The hairband is fluttering and the sword is shining!

"Swish-!" With a light sound, the two of them crossed, as if they were two generals on the battlefield, wearing strong and holding sharp edges, rushing towards the enemy. The two horses intersected, and the winner was decided!

"You won! This is yours!" Dao Kuang inserted the decapitated knife on the roof, tightened his belt, took out a palm-sized sheepskin and threw it over, and said, "Now, you may not be my opponent when you fight again! What a pity! If you lose, you lose, and... you are not my ultimate goal!"

Zhao Huaian took the sheepskin map generously and smiled heartily: "You are right! I have taken some advantage of you. Your momentum has not really reached its peak yet. I have given you time. In fact, it is also a psychological hint that you can never truly release that momentum in front of me!"

After getting the map, Zhao Huaian put his sword in the sheath and jumped out of the inn building. He felt relieved. It was too dangerous! Dao Kuang's sword... is really sharp! And he just cut Dao Kuang's belt! If Dao Kuang continues to fight, the outcome is unknown!

The atmosphere that had been silent for a long time finally exploded, and the martial arts heroes cheered, as if they had participated in this duel. Of course, some people also had a trace of fierce light in their eyes. People died of money and birds died of food. It would take sixty years to have a chance! Who is not moved?

The sword stood up with the knife and looked down at everyone. The red light in his eyes became deeper and shouted, "Treasure Map! I have another one here! Who dares to come and get it?"

He issued a new round of challenges! He was still preparing, he was still preparing! His goals were actually two, one was the eunuch with scars, and the other was the guest of the hat below. His bamboo sword was always what he expected!

It is said that the heights are so cold, but aren’t they all climbing upwards? The same goes for the same thing. He is just a mortal!

If you ask who is the closest person to invincible in the martial arts world today? Maybe that person! Defeat him! The title of No. 1 in the world has already been halfway through!

Sitting on the wall watching the tiger fight, Han Wen nodded constantly, sometimes frowning and contemplating, sometimes being happy, observing the battle between the strong, learning their skills, learning their fighting styles, and learning their... These are also ways to become stronger!

"Chir! Chi!", the second girl Jin Rongrong sucked her fingers twice, and took advantage of Han's inattention to apply a few strokes on him. Her big black eyes were full of cunning light: "Fengli Dao... Well, what did you do when you went out that night?"

"Yeah?" Han Wen raised her eyebrows: "Which night?"

"It was the day you took me to the brothel for the night! Who were those two mysterious guys?" Jin Rongrong narrowed her eyes into a crescent shape and suddenly said, "The one in the brothel should be the information point of the Xichang? Who are you?"

In the last sentence, Jin Rongrong opened her eyes wide, full of fierceness, and her voice and expression were harsh!

Han Wen tilted his head and gave Jin Rongrong a thud: "Children should not think about so many things! I have a sense of what I do! I understand? ·· Don't force me!"

It seemed like he was sighing, but in fact he was warning that although Korean did not have the intention to kill, he could sacrifice anyone when the situation was critical! Including this cute second-black girl!

"I want to eat dilute candy monkey!" Jin Rongrong jumped to the ground and made her own request childishly, as if she had forgotten what she had said just now;

"Yeah, satisfy your wish!";

··········

··········
Chapter completed!