At the foot of Kunlun Mountain.
The forest breeze is melodious and the weather is beautiful.
On the road, a man came down the mountain with a sword.
Now everyone knows that Kunlun Mountain has been surrounded by the imperial court, and not even a bird can fly down from the mountain.
However, there are some people in the world who are far more powerful than birds and beasts. Therefore, although the flying bird cannot descend the mountain, he can come down because no one can stop him.
The man walked slowly, not because he was afraid, but because he was naturally slow.
Martial arts people all say: In the world of martial arts, the only one that cannot be defeated is speed.
There are eighteen kinds of weapons, and the sword is light and agile, so the most important thing in swordsmanship is to use the fast to fight the slow.
However, there are some people who do not believe in evil and ignore the sages and wise men of swordsmanship and want to do the opposite. They actually find another way and create the unique swordsmanship with the word "Slow".
Most swordsmen did not agree with this bold man's new interpretation of swordsmanship. However, almost all of them were also unable to crack his "slow" sword technique, so they were unwilling to accept it.
Jianghu is a place where the strong are respected and the winner is king.
As long as you are strong and a winner, even if your words are wrong, they will be seen as right by others.
If a person really becomes a king, then his right or wrong is actually irrelevant. Success and failure are everything in his life.
This man who came down the mountain alone with his sword seems to have the capital of "winner takes all", but the most important victory in his life has not yet come. And his potential opponents are far above him in terms of fame and prestige. In fact, almost the entire world believes that no matter how high his martial arts is, he is at most only Zhou Yu in today's martial arts world, and Zhuge Kongming is naturally someone else. The relationship between them is exactly the same as the relationship between Xiaoyao Sect Master and Rain God.
If he wants to get ahead, the only way is to find his opponent and have the most fair competition between men.
He had been waiting, but the opportunity never came.
He was going down the mountain to meet someone. Although there were tens of thousands of troops at the foot of the mountain, he turned a blind eye. He had no intention of fighting, and he would not give those brave soldiers a chance to fight.
He was going to meet one of his best friends.
He doesn't have many friends in his life, but this person can really be regarded as his close friend in life and brother in life.
However, this meeting of old friends is more than just reminiscing about old times. Their respective positions have quietly changed.
He suddenly became a fourth-grade Dauchi secret agent and was deeply trusted by Prince Xiao in the court.
But he had no choice but to become a gangster and a repeat offender of the court.
He is a soldier and he is a thief.
It is natural for soldiers to catch thieves.
Now, a thief has to throw himself into a trap to meet a soldier.
His pace is very slow, but his intuition and reaction are not slow at all. He is definitely at the level of the top players in the world.
He quietly went down the mountain, and at the same time quietly noticed that he had been secretly targeted by several first-rate masters at the same time.
"Take your time! Take your time!" He murmured to himself, but his expression was very relaxed, and there was no hint of wariness against the enemy.
Although he showed no signs of vigilance on the surface, in his heart he was as clear as a mirror, and he had even secretly discovered the number of opponents, their martial arts skills, and their hiding places.
A master like him already has ears and eyes that can see in all directions. As long as there is an enemy approaching, he can know his whereabouts in a moment and predict the enemy's opportunity.
"Jinyiwei, one, two, three, four... just four of them? You must be looking down on Hu!" He said with a sneer, his face full of disdain.
He kept walking, and suddenly heard a few sounds of wind, and his face changed slightly, as if he had discovered something.
"It seems that the person who came here is evil!" He soon realized something was wrong, and the disdain on his face suddenly disappeared.
The Jin Yiwei has always taken orders directly from the Holy One, and all personnel are carefully selected and trained strictly since childhood. Even important officials in the court know very little about them.
The man who came down the mountain with his sword was naturally the Slow Sword God Hu Daiwei. He had never dealt with the Jin Yiwei, and had only heard about Wang Jinghao, the commander of the Jin Yiwei, because this man was known as the number one master in Ouchi.
However, a court warrior like Jin Yiwei must have lost interest in the so-called false fame. Their hearts have long been filled with one word, and this word is "loyalty".
With a "crash", two big trees on both sides of the road suddenly broke down and fell straight across the road.
"Double ghosts close the door, this road is blocked." Hu Daiwei is a man who travels in rivers and lakes, so he naturally understands the meaning of this warning.
But how could an arrogant swordsman like him be intimidated by someone he had never met before?
Sometimes, when he is proud, he insists on doing things that others refuse to let him do.
Although this was not the time for fighting, he would never be intimidated by anyone.
He walked slowly, but with the wind.
The movements are also very slow, but there is a murderous aura.
The soft wind caressed the road gently, but the two trees blocking the road were not blown by the wind, and their branches fell off one after another. As Hu Daiwei got closer and closer, the branches were breaking faster and faster. By the time he walked between two big trees, all the branches of the two trees had been broken off, leaving only two bare tree trunks.
Even so, Hu Daiwei also stopped at the same time because he already felt a strong murderous aura coming from behind.
Hu Daiwei turned around slowly, and the sword was also drawn out very slowly, as if it was beyond its power.
The enemy's knife had already struck his shoulder, but he was still so calm and unhurried.
If one hadn't seen it with one's own eyes, it would be hard for ordinary people to believe that his lazy and slow movements could actually dodge a lightning strike from a top-notch master in the world.
But things are always unexpected. If it is something that ordinary people can imagine, it is not a brilliant move.
Hu Daiwei retreated slowly and just escaped the attack of the man behind him. Although that man attacked Hu Daiwei behind his back, it was not actually a sneak attack at all. After all, he gave a warning in advance and then launched a sneak attack, but he also acted first and then attacked. It was just that Hu Daiwei ignored him at all, so he had to take action.
Seeing Hu Daiwei's slow movements, the man thought that he was not good at Qinggong and Shenfa. After a moment, he suddenly felt something strange.
He saw that although Hu Daiwei's movements were slow, every movement was just right, just enough to avoid his own sword skills.
The attacker missed with one strike and struck out several times in succession, but Hu Daichuan still struck slowly and quickly. The sword in his hand had not yet been used, but he had already dodged several moves in succession.
Hu Daiwei's body movements are extremely slow, but his clothes are windy and chic.
He avoided the pursuit of others, and then he took a closer look. There was a stern-faced young man standing in front of him. He looked to be at least twenty years old.
"Little brother, what a great swordsmanship!" Hu Daiwei praised.
"Your movement skills are better, extremely slow, but just right." The young man said coldly.
