Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

Even at this time, Zhu Houzhao was hesitating whether he should be strangled in the blue wave before he could fully grow up.

After all, Lang Fanyun is a swordsman of the Great Sui Empire after all, and because of the concern of the Anger Jiao Gang, it is very likely that he will be recruited by other forces and become Zhu Houzhao's great enemy.

Thinking of this, Zhu Houzhao looked at Lang Fanyun's gaze, and unconsciously brought a hint of coldness.

If Lang Fanyun felt anything, the wine glass he raised paused for a moment, then took a look, and then poured it down his throat again.

After eating a glass of wine, he turned around, looked at Zhu Houzhao, tapped the table lightly, and one of the jars of fine wine flew up immediately and threw it at Zhu Houzhao: "Meeting is fate, little brother would like to have a drink with Lang Mou."

Zhu Houzhao lightly hooked the corner of his mouth, raised his right hand, and the jar full of old daughter red landed firmly in his hand: "There are not many people in this world who are qualified to drink with me."

At this time, the energy in Zhu Houzhao's body was only second-rate, but the expression on the face of the waves looking at Zhu Houzhao did not show any underestimation or suspicion.

Maybe he saw something unusual in Zhu Houzhao's eyes, so he believed his 'crazy words', or maybe, at this time, Lang Fanyun just wanted to find a drinking partner. As for whether he is the number one expert in the world, or whether An ordinary nobody, there is no difference.

"Am I qualified?" Lang Fanyun poured another glass of wine and drank it by himself.

Zhu Houzhao tickled the corner of his mouth, walked slowly to Lang Fanyun and sat down: "If you are not qualified, there will be few qualified people in the world."

"Please." Lang Fanyun raised the cup.

Zhu Houzhao smiled slightly, and with the index finger of his right hand, a small stream flew out of the wine jar and fell steadily into the wine glass, filling it up exactly without overflowing.

"Haojun's fingering, Haojun's internal strength," Lang Fanyun smiled slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't change too much. He raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, "You want to kill me?"

Zhu Houzhao did not deny it, but nodded: "That's right."

Lang Fanyun smiled slightly: "Then you can do it!"

Zhu Houzhao looked at Lang Fanyun, and finally shook his head: "I changed my mind."

Lang Fanyun's yellow eyes flashed slightly: "Oh?"

"It would be a pity if you were to die now." Zhu Houzhao smiled slightly. By this time, he no longer thought about killing Lang Fanyun in Shaolan.

The way of kendo, pay attention to sing and march forward, go forward, thousands of sails are competing, and it is better to bend than bend.

Ruo Zhu Houzhao killed Lang Fanyun when he had not yet recovered, and waited to admit that he was afraid of Lang Fanyun, and waited to abandon his self-confidence.

Then, what qualifications does he have to hold a sword?

And the real swordsman, when comparing swords, will not be afraid that the opponent is too strong, but only worry that the opponent is not strong enough.

Just like Ximen Chuixue, in the face of Ye Gucheng's defeat, he felt only regret and shame, but not a trace of joy.

Lang Fanyun is indeed talented in observation, and is extremely affectionate with swords, but so what?Will Zhu Houzhao be weaker than him?

After a few years, familiar with the outcome?

"Wait for me to break through the world," Zhu Houzhao picked up the glass of wine on the table and drank it slowly, "If you also break through the world, I will fight with you at the peak!"

"Now, it's time for you to do what you need to do!" Zhu Houzhao looked at the night and smiled...

Chapter 0400 Kenshin Dao: Black List Sword Competition

"Well, now it's time for me to do what I need to do..." Lang Fanyun nodded, and with a vertical posture, he left Guanyuan Building.

He knew that today, the Rain Covering Sword might have to be unsheathed again.

Zhu Houzhao also knew this.

"Fuyu Sword, the ultimate in the way of love..." Zhu Houzhao lightly hooked the corner of his mouth and poured another glass of wine, "I don't know how high Lang Fanyun can deduce this swordsmanship, I'm looking forward to it!"

The waves turned and the clouds left, Zhu Houzhao held the wine jar alone, and came to the Guanyuan Building quietly, leaning on the railing and overlooking the long Dongting Lake.

At this time, the bright moon had completely separated from Dongting Lake, hanging high in the night sky, the silver light stretched, and the beach followed the waves, shining like silver scales.

Under the moonlight, there was a layer of mist over Dongting Lake. Nujiao Ridge, the main peak of Nujiao Island, and the Nujiao Hall, the headquarters of the Nujiao Gang, on the mid-mountain of Nujiao Ridge, were all shrouded in this mist. Not really.

"August Lake is at the level, and the confinement is too clear. The steam evaporates in the cloud and the dream, and the waves shake the city of Yueyang." Zhu Houzhao smiled. Zunxin has issued a gauntlet to Nujiao Island, and wants to surrender to Nujiao Island, Gan Luo will definitely not sit on the sidelines, the confrontation between the three major gangs is just recently, although it is somewhat different from the original book, but it must be very interesting. "

Zhu Houzhao slowly closed his eyes, his spirit was dissolved between heaven and earth, and he quietly felt the moment of tranquility before the storm.

Is it the same as in the original book, Chi Zunxin and Ganluo returned without success under the storm-covering sword, and the three gangs continued to maintain a relationship of checks and balances, or was it because of the butterfly effect that everything was completely different?

This is a question that interests Zhu Houzhao very much.

Zhu Houzhao slowly closed his eyes.

When he saw Lang Fanyun and Fuyu Sword just now, Zhu Houzhao felt that his sword and Lang Fanyun's sword resonated.

In fact, although the two have not really learned to duel, they have already fought each other mentally.

This is an exchange at the spiritual level, and it is a discussion at the realm level. There is no victory or defeat, no high or low, but both of them are diligent.

It is precisely because of this that Lang Fanyun regarded Zhu Houzhao as an existence at the same level, and toasted him, Zhu Houzhao moved his love for talent, and left Lang Fanyun time for sustained growth.

Martial arts are narrow, if there are not many people who are worth drawing swords, wouldn't it be too lonely?

Zhu Houzhao didn't want to seek defeat from Dugu, his sword was empty, and Gufeng was alone.

With the insights from this discussion, Zhu Houzhao combed his swordsmanship over and over again, taking the rough and extracting the essence, and transforming it into his own background.

The swordsmanship he has learned is too many and too complicated: some are heavy skills, such as Dugu Nine Swords, Liancheng Swordsmanship; Taiji swordsmanship, flying immortals outside the sky and thunder-burying swordsmanship; some of them focus on the spiritual aspect, such as the [-] Ways of Forgetting Love.

The founders of these swordsmanships are all swordsmen with the best kendo talent in the world. The swordsmanship itself has no so-called strong or weak. It can only be said that the focus is different. In the hands of different people, it naturally shows different power.

Just like the rain-covering swordsmanship, in the hands of ordinary people, it is a peerless swordsmanship, but in the hands of Lang Fanyun, it points directly at breaking.