There was still snow on the roof of the Zhoumu Mansion, but the snow in the yard had been cleaned up by the servants.

Zhao Yong, who was in Zhao Hui's arms, looked very well-behaved, but he just played with a small wooden sword.

He still didn't cry.

The nurse followed Zhao Hui, holding a bottle in her hand.

There were also a few little maids following behind him.

Zhang Xue was resting in the backyard. Since she became pregnant, she has lost much interest in swords.

My father's revenge can be considered avenged.

Now she is devoted to Zhao Hui and Zhao Yong. She just wants to be a good wife and mother.

When Zhao Hui arrived in the front yard, Huang Kui had already brought Wang Xiaodong.

He is a young man in his early twenties and looks pretty.

Most people wear swords on their waists. For example, Guo Jia and Xu Shu, when they go out, they always hang a long sword around their waists.

But Wang Xiaodong in front of him was carrying the long sword on his body.

"Mr. Wang Xiaodong, I have met Lord Zhou Mu."

Zhao Hui is not unfamiliar with people like Wang Xiaodong who come to defect to him.

Although the number of people who came to defect to him was far inferior to that of Yuan Shao.

However, Zhao Hui has been in Youzhou for so many years, and some people are willing to take the initiative to vote. Of course, most of them are people with no status.

“No need for politeness.”

Zhao Hui stood on the steps, holding Zhao Feng in his arms, but did not approach Wang Xiaodong.

After Huang Kui brought Wang Xiaodong in, he also stood beside Zhao Hui.

Zhao Hui looked at Wang Xiaodong. Although he was the first to see him, he felt a little familiar with him. He seemed to have met him somewhere, but Zhao Hui couldn't remember him for a moment.

"I heard from Huang Kui that your swordsmanship is very good. Why don't you talk to me?" Zhao Hui said.

"Lord, no."

Before Wang Xiaodong could speak, Huang Kui, who was a personal guard, hurriedly said.

He had a chance to compete with Wang Xiaodong, but in just one move, he was defeated to Wang Xiaodong.

Although Wang Xiaodong seemed to be coming to surrender to Zhao Hui, it is hard to guarantee that he would assassinate Zhao Hui after approaching Zhao Hui in the name of surrender.

Although he brought Wang Xiaodong to meet Zhao Hui, Huang Kui was very careful. He was standing next to Zhao Hui now, and there were more than a dozen other guards, all scattered in the yard.

"Don't worry."

Zhao Hui held Zhao Feng in his arms and asked the wet nurse who was with him to hug him.

I dare not say anything else, but if I say a head-on fight, Zhao Hui now has absolute confidence.

The whole world, those who can fight Zhao Hui can count with one hand.

And there is no one who dares to say that he is better than Zhao Hui at the first place.

Although Huang Kui failed to block Wang Xiaodong even when facing Wang Xiaodong.

But this does not mean that Wang Xiaodong can threaten Zhao Hui.

It is rare to see a person with this strength, and Zhao Hui is naturally a little itchy.

If Wang Xiaodong could tie Huang Kui, Zhao Hui would lose interest.

Although Huang Kui was Zhao Hui's personal guard captain, his force was only at the same level as Zhou Cang Guanhai.

The gap with Zhao Hui is very big.

"Sir, I want to test the strength of the grass people. How dare the grass people not follow?" Wang Xiaodongdao.

He did not shrink because of Zhao Hui's identity.

Even if he competes with Zhao Hui, he will do his best.

"very good."

Zhao Hui liked Wang Xiaodong a little. Zhao Hui also proposed those who claimed to be masters and came to surrender to others, but they did not dare to fight with Zhao Hui.

Whether they were afraid of hurting Zhao Hui during the competition or other reasons, they were not as good as Wang Xiaodong.

"Get my weapons." Zhao Hui said.

A personal guard quickly took over Zhao Hui's 91-year-old Mo Dao.

Although he was Zhao Hui's personal guard and had good physical fitness, he was already breathing when the personal guard put Mo Dao down.

Although they can handle the 91-pound Mo Dao, they have a lot of effort. At most, they can cut two swords, and their strength will not work.

Zhao Hui held the Mo Dao, and Wang Xiaodong also took off the long sword on his back.

This is a heavy sword, which is different from the long sword that Guo Jia and Xu Shu used.

It was a bit like Qin Shi's heavy sword with both hands. However, it was not difficult for Wang Xiaodong to hold it with one hand.

This kind of heavy sword is no longer common in the great man.

Most people wearing swords actually use more decorations than to kill enemies.

At most, it is sometimes used to kill a few thieves.

However, the heavy sword in Wang Xiaodong's hand can be used on the battlefield.

"You all retreat a little bit." Zhao Hui said.

The snow in the yard has been cleaned up and the space is large enough that it does not affect the two of them at all.

However, Zhao Hui did not ride a horse, but the power of the Modao was to be reduced to a higher level.

However, Wang Xiaodong's heavy sword could not threaten Zhao Hui.

Zhao Hui did not use all his strength. The first few moves were just testing Wang Xiaodong's strength.

Wang Xiaodong's strength is indeed very good, but his strength is not as good as Zhao Hui.

The heavy sword in his hand is indeed a heavy weapon for ordinary long swords, but it is much worse than Zhao Hui's Mo Dao.

His strength is not as strong as Zhao Hui, and now he cannot fight Zhao Hui head-on with him using heavy swords.

However, although Wang Xiaodong used heavy swords, he was extremely flexible in his hands, similar to those ordinary long swords.

If it were in the early years, Zhao Hui would have no choice but to deal with Wang Xiaodong.

However, in recent years, Zhao Hui's understanding of Modao has become more and more profound.

Even if there is no war horse, Zhao Hui has carefully studied how to use the Modao under the horse.

A one-meter-long sword is like a lightning light.

Even Huang Kui and others could see that Wang Xiaodong was not Zhao Hui's opponent.

Huang Kui, who was watching the game, was also a little relieved, grabbed Mo Dao's hand, and felt a little relaxed, and was in the mood to watch the two of them fight carefully, thinking about the mystery of the moves.

Although Wang Xiaodong's strength is not as strong as Zhao Hui, the battle between the two is still very exciting.

It can allow the bystanders to gain a lot of experience.

Zhao Hui, who was fighting, gradually had a shadow in his heart.

That was when he was in a stalemate with Yuan Shao at Jieqiao.

The shadow of the assassin gradually gathered with Wang Xiaodong in front of him at this moment.

"It's you?"

Zhao Hui retreated and looked at Wang Xiaodong.

Even though Wang Xiaodong's appearance at this moment has no similarity to Zhao Hui's memory.

But Zhao Hui could feel it and was sure that he would not admit his mistake.

Wang Xiaodong is the number one assassin in the world. Even when he assassinated Zhao Hui, he only used one sword. Even when he used a short sword, a master like Zhao Hui had his own style and momentum in every move.

How could Zhao Hui forget to fight with him now for the sword that Wang Xiaodong assassinated before? Although Wang Xiaodong did not use that sword, the shadow could be seen in other sword moves.

Even if they are not the same person, they are definitely the same master.

But experts like Wang Xiaodong are already rare.
Chapter completed!