final catastrophe

Chapter 288 111. I'm sorry, I'm really number one in the world
Playing chess, Gongzi, every step of the way.

The shimmering sword glowed with a strange milky white warm light, moving from point to point, both visually and physically, was extremely uncomfortable.

Qin Shanhe was already scheming, and even concealed his name when he was young, and asked about Fengyun Tower, plus the ups and downs in the aristocratic family, and intrigues, for this Dai Zongyi's swordsmanship, it can be said that his temperament is compatible.

Otherwise, he would not use Qin Guang's chess piece to overthrow the former Patriarch in the dark, nor would he be so cruel as to use his own peerless genius to explore the opportunity of Pingfeng Mountain.

Raising juniors is like raising a dog that can be released at any time.

There is no him, just because he is not his own son.

A tiger's poison does not eat its son, no matter how trashy his son is, he is his own son, no matter how good someone else's son is, it is someone else's.

Although he once regretted why Qin Guang was not his son, but the thought was fleeting.

Xiongxiong never regrets, nor regrets.

If you do it, you do it, if you kill it, you kill it.

At this time, the way he is going is a dangerous way of putting all his eggs in one basket.

If it was said a few months ago, or even yesterday and the day before yesterday, that there are swordsmen in this world who can look down on the world without drawing their swords, he would not believe it.

Even on that day, when he felt the sound of knives all over the city, he still had confidence and his face remained unchanged.

But this mysterious man in white robe casually grabbed that ghostly Guo Wurang and discarded it like trash.

With a wave of his hand, the three black-robed monks in Shaolin were defeated.

Is that Guo Wurang incompetent?
Are those three black-robed monks not skilled in martial arts?

Do not!
Absolutely not!

But he is too strong!

How can there be such a monster in the world?

what is his length
I thought Qin Guang was enough of a monstrosity. If he hadn't controlled it by himself, he would have already become famous all over the world and stood at the pinnacle of power in this world.

But compared to him, Qin Guang was as weak as a cat.

Qin Shanhe's expression was solemn and cold, his pupils did not turn, and countless tracks in his mind weaved and intersected.

If my son can have one percent of his, I will be satisfied.

Unfortunately not.

That womanly, frivolous son will never be able to support the wall.

Therefore, there can only be an old man who can build immortal achievements and keep you safe for the rest of your life.

The man in the white robe stood with his hands behind his back, but he didn't move.

Qin Shanhe kept moving his feet, staring at him intently.

Just force you to draw the knife!

The old man won!

The emperor will also give me a high look, and the Qin family can naturally take this dragon frame and ride the wind to the blue sky.

Whether it is success or failure, here is the sword.

With his thoughts set, he calculated everything in his mind, and all calculations were integrated into this sword. The sword flashed warmly, piercing out from bottom to top, extremely strangely.

This thrusting in the middle of the air has become a chop again, but before it reaches halfway, the chop is also called provocation.

Originally, one way of the sword should be completed in one go.

It's just that with the sword of the King of Light, Qin Shanhe only needs to estimate the speed and angle.

"This sword is really unbelievable!" Yang Mian stared at the burly middle-aged man, thinking about his ingenuity in his mind, if he faced such a clever sword, how would he break it at that time.

And the disciples of the Qin family's aristocratic family began to help out and made a noise.

Even Pang Changye looked sideways slightly, thinking that this Long Zangzhou is indeed a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, but with this sword, it is by no means weaker than Shi Changshi.

The sword does not come out, nor does it fall.

It's like a white ball being held by two fingers soaring into the air, because it has never been dropped, so it has nowhere to fall.

"Good swordsmanship!"

In the eyes of Qunhao and the royal family, the headmaster in white robe gave a soft praise, and then, he still didn't draw his sword, but raised his two fingers together, and then quickly pointed out, which drew a very small arc in the air.

It's like starting with a sword, but falling with a knife.

The chess pieces will eventually fall.

The moment it falls, it must be that the chess player has exhausted all his tricks.

"It's a pity that you are too smart and lost your blood."

In Xia Ji's plain words, his figure had already settled down. In contrast, the burly patriarch of the Qin family spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew upside down, hitting his own seat, while the sword of the King of Light whirled in the sky. , turned into a fierce silver plate.

bark.
The famous Sword Light King was inserted into the stone slab beside Qin Shanhe, submerging half of his body.

Qin Shanhe's eyes were dull, as if he was still immersed in the nightmare of that finger.

The awe-inspiring saber intent on that finger made the patriarch, who was also struggling on the verge of life and death, feel like a lonely traveler paddling a small boat on the sea, and was swallowed by the tsunami set off by the moody sea in an instant .

After all, he failed to force the man to draw his sword.

"Who else?"

Xia Ji's expression remained unchanged, it seemed that defeating three masters in a row was an extremely insignificant matter, not worth mentioning to him.

It even gives birth to a feeling of "loneliness is greater than happiness".

If other martial arts masters can defeat any one of these three parties here, in the eyes of the emperor, and under the witness of the heroes, it may be enough to become famous all over the world, and this will definitely become something he will be proud of in his life.

But Xia Ji was not at all complacent.

He looked around and asked quietly, "Who else?"

There was indescribable loneliness and regret in the voice.

At this moment, there was a strange feeling in everyone's heart.

The man standing on the stage.

It seems to be the center of the world, and everything revolves around him.

And he is not a wild man who came to the banquet.

Nor is it Wudang Headmaster.

He stood there like a real king who ruled the world, waiting for the ignorant people to challenge him.

All he did was a defeat.

But who in this world can defeat him?
Who can force him to draw his sword?

Compared with him, the aura of Shanghuang sitting on a high platform has been suppressed in all directions.

The identities of the two seemed to be reversed.

It seems that Xia Ji is the emperor, and Shang Huang is the guest.

Everyone came here, not to participate in the banquet organized by the Emperor's Academy, but to see how the world's number one swordsman is incomparable and unparalleled in the world.

The wind is moving.

Heart is beating.

The blood is also burning!

Shanghuang also felt this inexplicable rhythm. It was originally agreed to fight with the wheel first, to test his strength, and then wait until the exhaustion is almost exhausted, or capture, or give a glass of poisoned wine, whichever is fine.

But he felt that if wine was given now, the royal family's face would be lost.

At this moment, Xia Ji sighed softly, and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, let's stop this competition first, otherwise, if you delay the banquet, isn't it the crime of a humble minister?"

He sighed.

It seems to be saying "Shang Huang, look, I am indeed number one in the world", right?
It also seems to be feeling that "although the world is so big, there is no one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me. It is really too high to be cold".

Emperor Shang was unwilling to reconcile, he was still young at heart, and had been in a high position for a long time, once the original depression broke out, it was difficult to restrain it.

He finally asked a question that an emperor shouldn't ask, and it was not in line with the temperament of an emperor: "Xia Qing really thinks she is number one in the world?"

Xia Ji raised his head and looked at him quietly, then nodded as a matter of course.

Standing with a knife in his arms, he confessed that he was number one in the world in front of the emperor and the heroes.

And no one dared to refute!
No one dares to say no!
(End of this chapter)