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The Sword Qi sent by Xiahou's wooden sword was very sharp and surprisingly fast. Although Zhou Botong's reaction was quick, he couldn't escape it.

"puff!"

Sword Qi cut Zhou Botong's hand, but the wound was not deep.

"Old naughty boy, it's a price to get involved with my wooden sword." Xiahou smiled and said to Zhou Botong.

Clutching his injured hand, Zhou Botong was also taken aback.

Xiahou had been merciful, otherwise Zhou Botong would lose at least one hand.

For the swordsman, the sword is the second life, and others are not allowed to get involved.

"A dead wood sword that emits such a Sword Qi is really amazing. Let me see your Sword Technique!" Zhou Botong said with a smile.

On Rivers and Lakes, Xiahou has the title of Swordmaster. Many people call him the number one sword in the world. Zhou Botong has also heard about him, but now he wants to learn it.

"Old naughty boy, don't mess around." Huang Yaoshi said in a deep voice.

"My sword only kills people and doesn't perform." Xiahou said lightly.

"Since you don't make a move, then I will make a move first." Zhou Botong used his own Kongming Fist.

Kongming boxing is a kind of Fist Technique created by Zhou Botong. It evolved from the Tao Te Ching. It is a boxing from the world to the yin to the soft. It beats the solid with the void, and it is more than enough to defeat the inadequacy. The essence is to be clear.

But when I saw Zhou Botong's empty fist, if there were no fist strength, the soft middle belt was tough, the punching force was weak, the body was soft as a worm, and the fist was muddled.

There is a saying in the Tao Te Ching, a strong soldier will be destroyed, a strong wood will break, the strong will go down, the weak will go up, the world is not weaker than water, and the strong can not win, there is no easy way, the weak wins the strong, the soft Zhishenggang, the world does not know, it can not do it.

In the face of Zhou Botong's empty fist, Xiahou did not dodge and resisted.

"Bang bang bang~"

In a blink of an eye, Xiahou and Zhou Botong had already fought a dozen moves.

Seeing that Xiahou couldn't be helped, Zhou Botong tried to fight each other again.

The key to the technique of fighting each other with both hands lies in distraction and dual use.

Doppelganger has skills, not as good as distractions. One mind can do two things.

As Zhou Botong used left and right to fight each other, it was as if two people used Kongming Boxing against Xiahou at the same time.

In a short time, it was as if two Zhou Botong were besieging Xiahou.

Not only martial arts, everything in heaven and earth has both pros and cons. There are good and bad things in this mutual fighting technique. The drawback is that it accelerates the consumption of skill.

Today, Zhou Botong's skill is consumed very quickly.

Xiantian Practitioner, the skill can be continuous, repeated, endless, so it is possible to fight for a few days and nights, but Zhou Botong is like this, if he can persist for half an hour, even if Xiahou loses.

"Don't say it is two Zhou Botong, even twenty are nothing." Xiahou said in his heart.

Zhou Botong is not a low-level Qi training, but Xiahou is a low-level Golden Core. More importantly, Xiahou has three inner alchemy.

There is no pressure for a mid-rank training to deal with three or five low-level training.

"Sword Twenty-two!"

After resisting Zhou Botong's several moves, Xiahou casually moved twenty-two swords.

Three or three are endless, six or six are infinite, the sword is twenty-two, and the dense red Sword Qi appears, layered on top of each other, forming a sword net. In this sword net, Zhou Botong could not see the dawn of victory.

"This~" Zhou Botong was stunned.

Yaoshi Huang was also stunned.

It's amazing to send out Sword Qi with bare hands. What's more, these thousands of Sword Qis form a net of heaven and earth with Sword Qi.

What Zhou Botong and Huang Yaoshi didn't know was that this was only one-tenth of Xiahou's skill.

If Xiahou used this sword 22 with ten successful powers, the power would be increased dozens of times, even hundreds of times.

At this moment, Zhou Botong's life and death are only between Xiahou's thoughts.

Seeing the thousands of crimson Sword Qi crisscrossing in all directions, Zhou Botong was shocked.

For the first time in his life, Zhou Botong had a strong fear.

"Xia Xiaoyou, your subordinates are merciful!" Huang Yaoshi shouted.

Today, Zhou Botong is like fish on a chopping board, letting Xiahou kill it.

Sword Qi was pervasive, and it took a while. When Sword Qi dissipated, Zhou Botong knelt on the ground dullly.

I saw that Zhou Botong's clothes became strips, and there were a lot of blood stains.

"Thank you for your mercy, little friend." Huang Yaoshi breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, Zhou Botong came back to his senses.

As soon as he came to his senses, Zhou Botong stood up and walked quickly to Xiahou: "Can you teach me the Sword Technique? I can worship you as a teacher."

"..." Xiahou.

"..." Huang Yaoshi.

Zhou Botong has a heart of innocence and he does whatever he wants. There is no half-hearted machine. Now, he wants to learn swords, so he wants Xiahou to teach him Sword Technique. For this, he can worship Xiahou as a teacher.

"My Sword Technique is not suitable for you. As for accepting you as a disciple? Not interested." Xiahou said.

Xiahou didn't lie to Zhou Botong either, the Holy Spirit Sword Technique was overbearing and aggressive, which was indeed not suitable for Zhou Botong.

~

The rain stopped. On a street in Xiangyang, Xiahou looked helpless, Zhou Botong pestered him softly.

Xiahou refused to accept Zhou Botong as his disciple, so he offered to worship.

"Do you really want to learn my Sword Technique?" Xiahou paused, turned his head, fixed his eyes on Zhou Botong, and asked.

"Yes." Zhou Botong nodded seriously, seeing Xiahou's sword 22, and he had a strong idea of ​​learning the sword.

"Let's make a bet, if you win, I will teach you some Sword Technique. If you lose, it will disappear from my eyes, how?"

"How to bet?" Zhou Botong asked.

"Since you can steal the king flag from Kublai's camp, you don't know if you can steal the head of Kublai's neck?"

"The head of Kublai's head?" Zhou Botong was startled.

"Within three days, if you can steal the head of Kublai Khan, I will teach you the Sword Technique. If you can't, it will disappear from my eyes." Xiahou said lightly.

This bet was big enough, Zhou Botong didn't agree with it, but was thinking.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhou Botong nodded: "Okay, it's a deal. Within three days, I will steal Kublai's head."

"Regardless of success or failure, there is no place for Quanzhen Sect in the north, or you leave Quanzhen Sect." Xiahou patted Zhou Botong on the shoulder and kindly reminded him.

Zhou Botong is the uncle of Quanzhen's six sons. He assassinated Kublai Khan, regardless of success or failure, will Mongolia let go of Quanzhen Sect?

After hearing Xiahou's reminder, Zhou Botong fell into deep thought again.

Zhongnanshan is currently in Mongolia. It has provoked Mongolia. Mongolia can send a large army to destroy Quanzhen Sect at any time. Therefore, Zhou Botong has two choices to assassinate Kublai. On the ground, the second is Zhou Botong's departure from Quanzhen Sect. In this way, what he did has nothing to do with Quanzhen Sect.

It is not easy to assassinate Kublai Khan, it is much harder than stealing the king's flag, and it is also difficult for Zhou Botong to do it. Even if he is concerned about Quanzhen Sect, Zhou Botong has to weigh it carefully.

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Without Xiahou's reminder, Zhou Botong would definitely assassinate Kublai with all his strength, but now, he would have to look forward and backward.

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