Douluo's opening send-off system

"You said that you are a blacksmith. If you want a famous sword, why can't you make it yourself? You are only thinking about a yellow hut. What's the point of worrying about scrap metal?"

After teasing Wang Xianzhi's nerves, Han Wuyi turned around and scolded Lao Huang again.

Scrap metal? So are you still concerned about it?

Lao Huang opened his mouth, taking into account that Han Wuyi had saved him, but in the end he did not say anything, but stared straight at the Huanglu on the top of the city.

Seeing his appearance, Han Wuyi shook his head: "That's all, it's destined to be unkind today."

He lowered his head and said to Wang Xianzhi: "Old man Wang, why don't we two fight each other? If we win, I will not only get my sword back, but I will also take away Old Huang's Huanglu. If we lose, what about Old Huang's promise to me?" Sample?"

The wine that Cao Guanzi had just swallowed suddenly spurted out when he heard these words of tiger and wolf, ruining the delicious dishes on the table.

The city was filled with lamentations and constant noise. As the person involved, Wang Xianzhi's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"What do I want from this old man? If I lose, you will become my slave and wash my feet every day!"

"You look down on me, and I don't look down on you!" Old Huang in the city heard that Wang Xianzhi looked down on him, and immediately retorted, "You can't lose the battle if you lose." But as soon as the words came out, he was stunned.

The same was true for Wang Xianzhi. He never expected that Huang Zhentu, the world-famous old swordsman, would be interested in him and subconsciously touched his face.

"Your feet are so stinky, why don't I give you a warm bed?"

Han Wuyi landed at the top of the city and said lazily: "Give you two hours to recover your strength, so that you won't have to lie around if you lose."

Wang Xianzhi smiled coldly: "You want to regain your strength, right?"

Although he did use some strength in the battle with Huang Zhentu just now, he was by no means not at his peak.

Han Wuyi was different. He came from nowhere and wielded his sword all the way. The loss was so great that it was hard to measure. What's more, he used such a powerful sword to force him back.

Wang Xianzhi jumped up to the top of the city and sat on the ground. He was an arrogant person and did not want to take advantage of the other party in martial arts. Even if there was a feud between the two, he would mention it even if the other party did not mention it these two hours.

This battle is not just about avenging shame, nor is it about deciding who is truly number one in the world.

He had seen Han Wuyi's true appearance before. Although there were some strange appearances, he was better than his youth.

If the opponent loses, he will not really treat him as a slave, but will stay by his side and teach him carefully. After a few years, he will definitely be qualified to guard this heavenly gate for him and stop the bunch of bastards in the sky for him!

Two hours later, the sky was approaching evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun spread on the East China Sea, adding a desolate atmosphere. Does the decisive battle in this environment feel like a hero in his twilight years?

Wang Xianzhi stood up first and pointed towards the sea: "I'm ready, can we start?"

Seeing that Wang Xianzhi couldn't wait any longer, Han Wuyi stood up, took off his somewhat obstructive robe, and threw it to Lao Huang, revealing the wooden sword that had been hidden in his big sleeve.

The moment he saw the wooden sword, Wang Xianzhi's pupils shrank, and he turned to look at the city full of weapons. At a glance, he saw a wooden sword that stood out from the crowd.

"It turns out it's you! Is this the bamboo horse?"

Han Wuyi was stunned for a moment, and quickly recalled the story God made for him. This word was not mentioned in it?

"No, I didn't have any weapons on the way here. I just carved it casually, but I named it Qinglian."

Wang Xianzhi looked at it and saw that the hilt of the sword was indeed in the shape of a blooming lotus. He nodded and said, "You don't need to win. As long as you tie me again this time, you can also take the thousands of swords in this city!"

"Very good!"

"What bamboo horse?"

"Bamboo horse? Could it be the one from back then..."

"This time, do you want to exchange your sweet horse for your green plum?"

The conversation between the two was heard in the city, and the whispers were heard one after another. Unexpectedly, Han Wuyi actually said that the wooden sword in his hand was casually carved and named Qinglian, and he suddenly sighed.

At this time, some elderly Jianghu people, after hearing Wang Xianzhi talk about Qingmei, had already guessed who Han Wuyi was, and they all looked excited.

Ten years ago, there was a short-lived female swordsman who held a green plum and asked for a sword in Emperor Wu's city. Finally, she left the wooden sword named Qingmei at the top of Emperor Wu's city and then disappeared into the world, not knowing where she came from or where she came from. Where have you gone?

Why is it a flash in the pan?

Just because the female swordsman entered the arena and had only one battle, and this one and only battle was the pinnacle battle of the entire arena.

Holding the Qingmei Wenjian in Emperor Wu's city, he fought with Wang Xianzhi undefeated for a day and a night, and finally ended in a draw, but left behind the sentence "For me, a draw is already a loss."

He left a green plum at the top of the city and disappeared into the rivers and lakes.

People in the world have speculated that the woman must have a sword in her hand that is a bamboo horse, and one day she will use the bamboo horse to take Qingmei away.

The day has come, but unfortunately the sword in the woman's hand is not a bamboo horse.

A shadow swept across the sea, holding a sword flower behind its back and making a gesture of invitation.

Wang Xianzhi didn't care that he was a guest, so he jumped down from the top of the city and landed in front of Han Wuyi.

There was no nonsense, and they were no more than ten feet apart. In the blink of an eye, they had already collided with each other with fists and swords. When there was a sound, a wave of air erupted, and the 300-meter radius around the two people was suddenly cleared. The large area of ​​water splashed into a huge wave!

It was just a test of the first move, but the movement was no less than that of Jian Jiu before.

Just two more explosions that shook the air were heard from the waves, and two figures broke out of the water.

Wang Xianzhi's legs plowed two deep grooves in the sea, and water dripped down her robe. However, Han Wuyi fell lightly onto the water. He was also wet, and his bamboo hat was knocked off by the waves, and a head of aqua-blue hair flowed out. , corresponds to the sea under her feet, and with her beautiful face, she looks like a dragon girl in the sea.

After only one encounter, it was obvious that Wang Xianzhi retreated further and was slightly weaker.

Cao Changqing looked carefully and knew that Wang Xianzhi was still facing the enemy with one hand just now, although he did not use his full strength, and Han Wuyi only had an ordinary wooden sword in his hand.

Perhaps the next round will be the real battle between the two.

In the rivers and lakes, apart from the land gods and immortals, there should be three realms above the first-grade masters, one is Vajra, the other is Zhixuan, and the third is Xiang.

Among the three religions, these three titles are in the same position, regardless of high or low. The trained body is like a vajra, invulnerable to all laws. This is the symbol of the Buddhist Arhat.

The magic seal is knotted between the fingers, and the arcane law arises on its own. This is the mystery of Taoist practitioners. A single word can summon up celestial phenomena, and the wind and clouds will change color. This is the Confucian saying.

Although in the eyes of warriors in the martial arts world, there is a difference between a higher level and a lower level in saying that one can enter the Vajra, then the Zhixuan, and finally the Celestial Phantasm.

But no one in the world dares to say that he can definitely defeat Li Dangxin of King Kong and Deng Tai'a of Da Zhixuan.

Let alone win, you may not even be able to take three moves.

Although Wang Xianzhi is proud of Jianghu, he can't take the lead in these three realms. King Kong has two Zen temples, Li Dangxin, Zhixuan has the sword god Deng Tai'a, and Tianxiang has him as the final invincible. Cao Guanzi, no matter how bad Han Shengxuan is, It counts.

But today, in the comparison between fist and wooden sword, he actually fell slightly behind. How can people not be shocked?