"Haha, Brother Liu won't default on his debt, right?" Li Li said with a smile.
When Liu Tang heard this, he stroked the long sword on the table with a look of reluctance. It was his eighteenth birthday, a gift from his father. Although it was not a magic weapon, it was still a rare weapon.
.
Is this kid really talented, or is he just being blind?
Liu Tang didn't know, but he knew that he couldn't break his promise.
How could he regret it in front of his junior sister?
But he saw that Liu Shaoxia picked up the sword and handed it to Mo Li with great pain, saying: "You have to treat it well."
"Brother Liu, don't worry."
Li Qiye nodded, took the sword, and looked at the other person's expression, feeling even more amused.
We are letting you know in advance that Jianghu is dangerous!
He pulled out the long sword, and saw that the blade looked like a blue wave under the sunlight, with a hint of coldness. It was indeed a sword.
"It's called Qiu Shui." Liu Tang added.
"Qiu Shui Sword, the sword really lives up to its name."
Mo Li stroked the sword's edge gently, and suddenly, the long sword buzzed softly, the sound was clear and sweet.
"Good sword, good sword..." Mo Li praised repeatedly, and the look on Liu Tang's face became more and more reluctant, that was his sword!
Just at this time, Na Xihuazi said: "I have defeated nine people in a row today, but there are still heroes who want to come down and compete with me?"
There was silence in the whole restaurant, no one answered.
Looking at the world, Xihuazi's swordsmanship is not that great. After all, he has never reached the first-class level.
However, if he were truly a top-notch expert in the world, who would come to eat on such a low-flowing table regardless of his face?
There are very few first-class masters. Each one of them is a powerful figure who is entrenched in one place. How can they end up fighting for a mere thousand taels of silver? They no longer need to be famous, just because each of them has been in the world.
became very famous.
However, after the first-rate masters, second-rate masters like Xihuazi rule the roost. Especially since Xihuazi comes from a famous family and has excellent martial arts and swordsmanship. It would take a lot of effort for other first-rate masters to defeat him. In this way, this one
In a small restaurant, it is really difficult to find someone better than him.
Especially since he has defeated nine people in a row, and the heroes present are not fools. The last Qinghai sect Ye Changqing has such sharp swordsmanship that no one among the heroes present can match him. Even he has been defeated, who will go up and fight for himself?
Boring?
"Is anyone coming up again?" Xihuazi asked loudly again.
But he was still greeted by silence.
Seeing that there was no one to fight, Xihuazi laughed loudly and said: "In that case, with these one thousand taels of silver, I will..."
"Wait a minute!"
At this moment, Liu Tang suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "Someone accepts the challenge!"
Everyone looked at him. When Xihuazi saw that he was a young man about twenty years old, he immediately smiled and said: "Boy, if you want to fight with me, I'm afraid you are still a little green!"
"The Kunlun Sect's swordsmanship is world-famous. How dare I fight against you, Taoist Master, but..."
He changed the topic and pointed at Mo Li: "This friend of mine is known as the God of Swords. With him here, I'm sure you, Taoist Master, won't be able to take away these one thousand or two!"
"Brother!"
Zheng Waner's expression changed. She had just seen Xihuazi's martial arts. His swordsmanship was as high as that of the leader of the Divine Sword Sect. How could a young man with such nonsense be able to withstand it?
"Shut up!"
Liu Tang said angrily to Zheng Waner, and then smiled at Mo Li maliciously: "Mo Shaoxia, you are known as the sword god, so you are not afraid of this Taoist priest Xihuazi, right?"
Li Qiye smiled, raised the Autumn Water Sword, and said, "I'm not afraid of him, I'm just afraid that he won't dare to fight me."
Xihuazi met Mo Li once.
That was on Wudang Mountain. He went up to the mountain with He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun Sect, but that was already a year and a half ago. Today, Mo Li is taller and stronger than before, and he is also more heroic and mature.
As for yesterday's battle, everyone was watching the battle from a distance. There was no big screen to magnify Mo Li's face, so few people could clearly see Mo Li's face.
Xi Huazi just thought that this young man looked familiar, and did not take what Mo Li thought at all. After all, there was only one such young hero in the world, and he was already the top figure in the world. He was not on the same level as them at all.
There is intersection.
"The young man has such a strong tone, and there are people I don't dare to fight with?"
Xi Huazi smiled and said: "Two years ago on the coast of the East China Sea, when Yu Erxia of the Wudang Sect was present, I dared to go up and ask for advice, let alone you, come up quickly!"
That was what happened when Zhang Cuishan came back.
Because of a sword-raising competition, Kunlun, Wudang, Tianying and other sects got into a fight, which was really chaotic.
"Then it will take two moves."
As soon as Mo Mo left his tiptoe, he flew steadily towards the field and landed opposite Xi Huazi. He said with a smile: "Please draw out your sword."
"Boy, you want me to draw the sword first? You really don't know what is good or bad, please draw the sword quickly!" Xi Huazi said angrily.
Looking at Li Qiye's face, he always felt a little disgusting.
"I'm afraid that if I draw my sword, you won't have a chance to use it." Li Li said seriously.
"you……"
Xihuazi was furious. How arrogant this was. He pulled out his sword with a clang and shouted coldly: "Today I will let you know what it means to be high and low!"
He thrust his sword towards Mo Li, and as the cold light overflowed, the long sword was suddenly divided into four parts, both real and empty, stabbing at Mo Li's vital parts. No one knew which part of his sword was.
Which ones are true and which ones are false? Unless you have excellent eyesight or have a faster sword speed, you will never be able to take this sword!
Everyone looked at it with brilliant expressions, and couldn't help but secretly praise the Kunlun School's superb swordsmanship. No one here except Ye Changqing of the Qinghai School who had just fought with him could take this sword!
You brat, let you cheat on my sword!
Liu Tang was so happy that he couldn't figure out Mo Li's depth and didn't dare to take action. But now he was facing Xi Huazi, a master of the Kunlun sect. Only the older generation of masters could take this sword, and the younger generation except for one Mo Li
, who can stop it?
Could he be Mo Li?
How could the sword god not even have a sword with a handle!
However, in the next moment, a scene that stunned him appeared.
The young man who calls himself the Sword God didn't even draw his sword, he just pointed his finger sideways, as if he was doing it casually, without any sword moves at all. However, the next moment, the four uncertain sword shadows suddenly disappeared.
At the tip of the sheathed long sword, there was an extra throat at this time. It was Xi Huazi's throat, as if he had bumped into the tip of Mo Li's sword.
Defeat...failed?
Liu Tang rubbed his eyes, almost unable to believe this scene.
Not only him, but who among the powerful people present didn’t suspect that they were wrong?
The Kunlun sect master who had won nine games in a row actually put his throat under his opponent's sword?!
Is this person good at swordsmanship, or is he just trying his luck?