Old Cui Yun said: "No matter what, the decisive battle will continue. It's just that there are more spectators. We will try our best to control it."

"Really?" Qu Yong felt strange. This old man Cui Yun always reminded him intentionally or unintentionally that the decisive battle should continue. He seemed to be worried that the decisive battle could not continue. Why was this?

"There seem to be a few friends waiting for you over there. If you need time to catch up on old times, I can arrange it,"

Qu Yong said: "Okay, thank you very much."

Qu Yong didn't have many friends in Japan. On the contrary, he had a lot of enemies. But he couldn't tell whether the person smiling at him was an enemy or a friend, because the person he saw was Kishara.

His eyes were still full of smiles.

Qu Yong walked over, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "You are here too,"

Ansara said: "Yes, I'm here."

Qu Yong said: "You came alone,"

Ansara said: "Yes, I came alone."

Qu Yong said: "I remember giving you two invitations,"

Ansara said: "Oh, just because one person got two invitations, it doesn't mean that two people must come to watch the battle. This truth is not difficult to understand,"

"Okay," Qu Yong said with a bitter smile: "I want to know who is the person who taught you "Fire Lotus". He should be the other person you want to invite. Where is he now?"

There was a mist-like haziness in Ansara's eyes, and she whispered softly: "She is right here, haven't you seen it?"

"She's here," Qu Yong was startled, but didn't find anyone there. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Ansha also likes to joke."

A hint of helplessness flashed across the corner of Kishiro's mouth, and he said: "If you didn't see it, she wasn't here, hehe... This is a very simple and very correct truth, but is such a correct truth necessarily correct?"

Qu Yong shook his head and said: "Okay, you don't want to say that I won't force you," he paused slightly and said, "I know you are a good person and a friend worth making. I want to make you a friend."

Ansara smiled and said: "Aren't we friends?"

Qu Yong also smiled and said: "We are friends,"

They are not friends, they are even life-and-death enemies, but they are friends, friends who cherish each other.

Qu Yong said: "In today's battle, I really have little chance of winning, so I have something to ask of you."

Before the decisive battle, entrusting the matters behind you to a friend who is difficult to distinguish between enemy and friend, this kind of courage is enough to move people.

At this moment, anyone who still underestimates Qu Yong and thinks he is too young to achieve anything will surely pay a heavy price.

Anshaluo said: "You say,"

Qu Yong said: "I want to entrust my uncle to you,"

Ansara showed a moved expression and said: "As long as I am still breathing, I will never let him suffer the slightest injustice."

Anshaluo twisted and trembled like a soft-skinned snake, took off his coat, spread it on his knees, and sat cross-legged. Qu Yong carefully put the destiny on his back into his arms and said: " Thank you,”

"Have you finished speaking?"

There is a moon tonight, and under the moonlight, Kotaro Kamiya is dressed in white, fluttering like a fairy, holding a sharp sword in his arms, standing proudly on the longevity pavilion, making people look at him as if he is lost.

Qu Yong said loudly: "We're done talking, I'll come right away,"

Kotaro Kamiya said: "Which one comes, or your uncle?"

Qu Yong said: "You should know that my uncle and I come from the same family. There is no difference between me and my uncle."

Kotaro Kamiya said: "You have confidence, you are my opponent,"

Qu Yong said: "You will know if you are an opponent or not after fighting against each other." Qu Yong used the unique movement technique of stepping on the fragrance. In one leap, his movements were fluttering, like riding the wind, like fluttering catkins in the wind, and like a hazy In the moonlight, who would have thought that he would be carrying a heavy burden.

In addition to the masters from all sides who came to watch the battle, this small hillside was filled with sword-wielding guards from the Imperial City. Naturally, these people were also the masters among the masters in the Japanese Imperial City. They were usually responsible for guarding the emperor's safety. Today, I was lucky enough to do so. It's the right time, and no one wants to miss it. They also want to witness with their own eyes the peerless battle between the two masters.

It's a pity that the life or death of one of the parties in the decisive battle is unknown, and the person who replaces him is only a young man who is no more than thirty years old. This somewhat disappoints those masters with unique skills.

However, as soon as Qu Yong's Qinggong movement came out, the experts who had underestimated him suddenly changed their minds, and everyone showed solemn expressions.

"Wait a minute, I believe both of you are the best in the world, but to ensure fairness, please sign a life and death certificate." At this time, the old man Cui Yun was missing. Standing in his original position was A young and upright blue-collar boy with a very thick brow and a solemn expression was the one who spoke just now.

Life and death, on the ring, fists and feet without eyes, life and death are ordinary. After signing this document, life and death are God's business.

"sign,"

The Four Treasures of the Study arrived quickly. On the white rice paper, there were eight large Chinese characters written with flying phoenixes: "Fistes, feet, eyes, and destiny" written in calligraphy pen on the white rice paper, requiring two people to sign respectively.

I saw the blue-collar boy taking a step forward, using each of his hands to perform the "boy's greeting" move, and the two statuses of life and death were shot towards both sides of the decisive battle like sharp arrows.

Although what was shot was a piece of rice paper, with the added speed, it was no less sharp than a sharp blade. If both parties were careless, the boat might capsize in the gutter. With just one turn of Kamiya Kotaro's sword hilt, the life-and-death shape had been cut like a fallen leaf. He stuck it to his scabbard, took out a seal, blew it into his mouth, and stamped it fiercely.

It was as if Qu Yong couldn't see the life-and-death arrow coming from him at all. He waited until it was about to hit his nose, then he casually exhaled a stream of white air, and immediately blew the sharp arrow-like life-and-death arrow into a paper tiger, slowly... Autumn leaves fell on his palm, and Qu Yong didn't know how much he had signed. He glanced at it hastily, stretched out his index finger to circulate his blood and secreted a drop of blood from his pores, and dropped it on the place where he signed his name.

"oh..."

Qu Yong's reveal of this move completely shocked the onlookers who had their eyes as high as the sky. Even Kotaro Kamiya's pupils shrank like needlepoints.

"Is he still a newbie who has just entered Danjin?" Behind Anshaluo, somewhere where the moonlight could not illuminate the shadow, there was a vague voice whispering vaguely: "In the past two days, what fate has happened? What kind of special training was given to him?"

Ansara's body trembled slightly, and he whispered: "Sir, you..."

The voice said: "This boy is really a great genius who has not been born in martial arts for hundreds of years. His progress is so rapid."

Ansara said: "Sir, do you want to destroy him?" He knew very well that in this world, as long as the person behind him takes action, no one can escape death, but this person has already After not taking action for decades, could she really not tolerate Qu Yong in her eyes?

The person behind him did not speak and was lifeless, as if this person had never existed in the world. Everyone present was a top-notch expert, but no one noticed her existence.

The blue-collar boy clapped his hands and said: "If there is no doubt between the two sides, the decisive battle begins."

Kotaro Kamiya looked at Qu Yong and said, "What weapon do you use?"

Qu Yong spread his hands and said, "A pair of fleshy palms is enough."

Kotaro Kamiya put the long sword across his elbows and shouted: "You are so bold, do you know the name of this sword?"

Qu Yong said: "I haven't asked for advice yet,"

Kotaro Kamiya revealed the hilt of his sword, with an inscription engraved on it that read "Those who face a battle are all in front." He proudly said: "This sword is named Izumi Mori Kanesada. The blade is seventy centimeters long. It is made by a skilled swordsman. It is newly written." The swordsman Hijikata Touzan is the 3rd generation Izumi Mamoru Kanesada and the 11th generation Izumi Mamoru Kanesada."

Qu Yong only saw the bright light of the sword and said: "It is indeed a good sword."

Kotaro Kamiya said: "More than a good sword, in my eyes it is the best sword in the world."

Qu Yong said: "The quality of a sword depends on how a person uses it. If it can be used well, it will become the best sword in the world. If it falls into the hands of someone who cannot use the sword, then it will be the most unknown sword in the world." "

Kotaro Kamiya said: "What you said makes sense, but you should know that my hands are good with swords."

Qu Yong looked at his hands. They were neat, dry, and strong hands. They were undoubtedly a pair of hands that were very suitable for using a sword. He said, "Of course I can see that your hands are indeed good at using a sword. Even, Many people in Japan say that you are already the number one swordsman in contemporary Japan,"

"But I don't agree,"

Kotaro Kamiya frowned slightly, and the big word "defeat" on his face became ferocious, and said: "This sword blooms in all its brilliance in my hand. This is not about agreement or disagreement."

Qu Yong said: "I think the best sword in the world is not the sword that kills the most people in the world, but the sword that kills the most people. I know that there is a sword technique in Japan called the Living Sword. Unfortunately, I didn't get it this time." See,"

Kotaro Kamiya said sternly: "How dare you underestimate the sword in my hand?"

Qu Yong said: "Since your sword is for killing people, why should I be afraid?"

Kotaro Kamiya said: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Qu Yong stretched out his fists and said: "Look, no matter how sharp your sword is, it will still leave your hand, but my fists, my fists are my best friends. No matter what, they will not leave me,"

Kotaro Kamiya said: "What if I cut them off?"

Qu Yong said: "If you can get them down, then these fists will be yours,"

"Okay, if you are ambitious," Kotaro Kamiya stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips slightly, full of the taste of blood: "My sword likes to kill ambitious people the most,"

"It's strange..." Ansara, who was sitting silently in the distance, suddenly had a strange thought in his heart and said softly: "It's really strange..."

The voice said: "What's weird?"

Kishara said: "I have met Koutarou Kamiya. He is a man of his word. He is decisive in killing and concise. Why does it seem like today..."

"Like something,"

Ansara hesitated and said: "It seems that this person is not him,"
Chapter completed!