Gu Zanglong seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and he laughed non-stop for a long time.
When he saw that Li Kezhou's expression remained unchanged, his laughter subsided and he said, "I, Gu Canglong, will never be defeated, especially if I am defeated by you. This possibility will never exist."
Li Kezhou smiled slightly: "I have heard this from Lu Jianming before, but in the end he still lost. Tell me! If I beat you, what will you pay?"
Guzang Longyun said lightly: "As long as I lose, you can do anything you want, including my life. Only you can do it."
"Your life is not valuable to me. So be it! I just saw that the ham throw you performed on stage was pretty good. If I beat you, you can give me this cultivation method."
Gu Zanglong smiled: "So this is your purpose."
"How about it, you can choose not to gamble!" Li Kezhou took retreat as an opportunity to advance.
"Gamble! Why don't you gamble? Knowing that you will win but not gambling is not my style of Gu Zanglong."
His face was calm, but at this moment his heart was extremely excited.
Because his father secretly transmitted a message to him just now, he is now absolutely certain that the sword energy Li Kezhou used just now is the legendary Dragon Bi sword energy, which is the fifth in the world.
Now that he has such a legitimate way to obtain this sword energy cultivation method, even the master of the Sword Sect has nothing to say.
He quickly added: "But this matter cannot be between you and me. It must be notarized by the sect leader. If you lose, there will be no room for regrets."
Li Kezhou naturally had no objection.
Feng Taiji, who was on the high platform in the distance, frowned subconsciously when he heard that the two wanted to set up such a bet.
In his eyes, Li Kezhou could not possibly be Gu Zanglong's opponent, and the sword energy of Long Bi was not trivial, so how could it change hands in such a trivial manner.
Gu Cangtian said with a smile: "Sect Master! This is a gambling fight between the disciples. We just have to do it justice. We should not interfere in the affairs between the disciples."
Feng Taiji wanted to stop it, but couldn't find a reason for the moment.
First of all, Li Kezhou claimed that the sword energy was called "Long Tao", but he was unwilling to correct the real name of the sword energy to avoid attracting more people's attention.
"All right!"
Feng Taiji felt helpless and finally nodded.
Gu Cangtian laughed: "Hahahaha! Okay, the sect master has notarized it for you. In the next battle, whoever loses must not regret it. Those who regret it will be defeated and ashes!"
The man's words were full of anger. Although he was speaking to two people, his eyes were always fixed on Li Kezhou, and his original intention was obviously to speak to him.
Gu Zanglong got what he wanted, and his face was full of joy: "Okay! Today, for the sake of giving me the method of sword energy cultivation, I decided to spare your life and cut off your hands, so that you can't use it for the rest of your life.
sword."
"I hope you can realize your dream!"
Li Kezhou's face became more solemn than ever before.
According to his previous understanding of his own strength, he currently relies on the innate sword energy inherited from the Sword Splitting Dragon innate sword talisman, coupled with the domineering Dragon Bi sword energy, he is not his opponent in the middle stage of condensation, but if he is against
In the later stage, similar to Gu Zanglong, the strength of the two should be between equals.
Therefore, Li Kezhou had a hunch that this fight might be his most difficult battle in history.
The two stood far away from each other, and a fight was about to break out.
The disciples in the audience were full of anticipation and excitement.
A disciple looked at the person next to him and asked excitedly: "This battle will directly determine who will be the leader of the Seven Swordsmen in the next ten years. Do you have any opinion on the winning rate between these two people?"
The person being questioned nodded his head, looking like he was thinking hard. Finally, he seemed to suddenly enlighten and said categorically: "In my opinion, the winning rate of the two of them should be between seven and three."
"Seven three? The second sword master, Gu Zanglong, is seven?"
The respondent nodded.
Someone interjected and laughed: "It's so stupid and terrible. In my opinion, the winning rate is nine to one. Li Kezhou can get one only because he has the courage to angrily kill Elder Sikong. Otherwise, in my eyes, he has no chance of winning."
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"However, Elder Sikong is indeed very virtuous. Faced with such a provocation from him, he still did not draw his sword against him in the end. It is conceivable that if Elder Sikong had had a sword in his hand at that time, Li Kezhou would not have been able to escape death. According to my judgment, this person's strength should be between
The middle stage of pill condensation is in the upper reaches, and there is a natural chasm between it and the later stage."
"Speaking of which, the head of the Seven Swords is nothing. To us, it doesn't matter who takes it. What's important is that behind Sword One, the key also involves... Miss Sword Three!"
When the person spoke later, his voice was very low, and he looked into the distance with some fear.
In that direction, the wind is cold, the demeanor is cold, and the surrounding aura prevents strangers from entering.
After this person reminded everyone, everyone suddenly understood.
Hearing this, the disciples in the audience did not dare to discuss it anymore, for fear of offending Feng Xihan, who was as cold as frost, because everyone could see that she did not look too good at this moment.
Feng Xihan's whole body was filled with cold air, and there was no one standing around him for hundreds of steps. This was not because he did it intentionally, but because he was nervous and nervous, and the sword energy fluctuated unconsciously.
She looked at the field from a distance and said to herself: (Li Kezhou, if you can't win this battle, then I...)
As if she thought of something, a flash of determination flashed in her eyes: (My Feng Xihan future will not be controlled by anyone, even if this person is my father, even if I bet the entire Ziji Sword Sect.)
At this time, on the sword stage.
Gu Zanglong smiled evilly and slowly pulled out the sword from its sheath.
The sword was three feet and seven inches long. The blade and spine each had a strange bright red blood line. The blood lines gathered at the tip of the sword, forming a strange blood bead.
Gu Zanglong's horizontal sword was placed in front of his eyes, looking at it lovingly.
"The name of the sword: Chasing Blood, a seventh-grade sword. This is a famous sword that has been chasing blood all its life. Li Kezhou, if you can drink your dirty blood, you will be proud of yourself in this life."
After hearing his words, Li Kezhou showed no expression on his face, but the audience was already in an uproar.
"Seventh...seventh grade sword weapon!"
"As expected of the Second Master Sword, only a sword like this is worthy of his status. If I can own a sword like this, I will live and die without any regrets."
"The sword is a symbol of status. What kind of cultivation level should be matched with what kind of sword? It is true!"
"That's right! Without comparison, there is no harm. Look at the strange black sword in Li Kezhou's hand, and then look at the blood chasing sword in the hand of the Second Master Jian. You can instantly know what the gap is!"
Li Kezhou turned a deaf ear, raised the black sword in his hand, and said casually:
"The name of the sword: Black Disaster. It was forged with thousands of years of heavy gold. It was originally the sword worn by the white-faced black man hundreds of years ago. As for the grade, even I don't know much about it."