Both of them had a knife hanging from their waist.
Their eyes looked at each other with a sharp light.
"I will never make the same mistake a second time." Wu Fengyun clenched the handle of the knife with his right hand and made up his mind:
Defeat Li Su with one move!
In the first battle between him and Li Su, he underestimated the enemy and was knocked away with a punch. He still regrets it to this day.
He will never make the same mistake again.
Li Su also clenched the handle of the knife with five fingers, stared at Wu Fengyun, and made a decision in his heart.
In this battle, not only must we win, but we must win behind a stick of incense.
The knife was unsheathed at the same time.
The two of them rushed towards each other with long strides like meteors.
Clang~.
The two figures passed each other, the two swords collided, and a clang erupted.
Li Su stopped, turned around, looked at Wu Fengyun's back, and frowned slightly.
Wu Fengyun turned his back to Li Su and held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand.
His eyes were staring at this sword, flashing with unbelievable horror.
There was silence.
"Click."
Suddenly, there was a clicking sound.
Wu Fengyun was holding a sword. The blade split from the middle and the tip fell off.
"No..." Wu Yao's pupils shrank sharply, and her whole body was trembling faintly.
"Unexpectedly..." Gu Qingyan squinted her eyes and was extremely surprised. She couldn't help but look at Wu Jian one more time and muttered in her heart:
Is Wu Fengyun really this man's son?
"What a quick cut."
A flash of fear flashed in the eyes of the third prince Xiao Yuancheng. He originally thought that Li Su was good at strategy and was a treacherous person.
Only now did he realize that the young man in his eyes was actually a talented cultivator.
Wu Jian still stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, as if everything that happened was within his expectation.
Seeing the knife in Wu Fengyun's hand break, Zi Ying and Tian Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"This bastard is too disrespectful to Wu Jian." Ziying cursed. Seeing that the battle was over, she was not surprised that Li Su defeated Wu Fengyun with one move.
She had always known that Li Su was good at timing.
Just like the first night she and Li Su met, when Li Su struck out, he hit the target without giving her any time to react.
"Master Li's strength is actually not weak anymore." Tian Qi thought silently, and she didn't really realize this until this moment.
In the past, the cheap husband in her eyes was better at poetry and poetry, and he was a handsome gentleman.
Wu Fengyun closed his eyes, and the moment when the two of them fought appeared in his mind.
He clearly saw that the attacking sword easily cut off the sword he was wielding.
At that time, Li Su, who was passing by, had a flash of astonishment in his eyes, and he stopped the attack of the knife in an instant.
Wu Fengyun's body did not suffer any damage.
However, this itself was the greatest harm to him.
one move.
Still a move!
This time, he tried his best and swung the knife, and then he was defeated easily.
A complete failure.
Li Su stared at Wu Fengyun's back, frowning tightly.
This result was completely beyond his expectation.
That stabbing blow just now was enough for him to stop.
When the two fought for the first time, Li Su once asked Wu Fengyun how much force he used. Wu Fengyun's answer at that time was 60%.
Li Su was sure that the so-called 60% power was definitely a lie.
However, this time, in order to delay it for a stick of incense, he deliberately preset that when the two of them fought for the first time, the strength Wu Fengyun exerted was 60% of Wu Fengyun's strength.
Use this to estimate Wu Fengyun's true strength.
This naturally underestimated Wu Fengyun.
In order to delay time, Li Su didn't mind being slightly behind in the first move.
However, the result of the battle was beyond Li Su's expectation.
His knife cut through Wu Fengyun's knife easily, just like cutting a watermelon.
If he hadn't sheathed the knife in time, his knife might have directly cut Wu Fengyun's neck.
"What went wrong?" Li Su frowned and fell into deep thought.
Suddenly, something moved in his heart.
"Just thinking about Wu Fengyun's strength, forgetting that my strength has soared recently..." Li Su's face pulled unnoticeably, and he completely understood everything.
After the first battle with Wu Fengyun, he first tempered his body in the blood of dragons, and then asked Tian Qi to help him temper his spirit. Fairy Yuheng devoted herself to helping him practice and taught him various cultivation techniques and experiences.
Recently, he practiced Heyi Sword Technique with Lao Zuo...
"I underestimated myself." Li Su was speechless and looked at Wu Fengyun's back again, his eyes a little wandering.
Is this child going to be in trouble in the future?
"Asshole!" An angry voice with gritted teeth broke the silence.
Li Su raised his eyes and looked at Wu Yao standing next to Wu Jian.
"You should thank him." Wu Jian said lightly, "If he hadn't stopped in time, your brother would have become a corpse now."
Wu Yao's heart trembled and she looked at Wu Fengyun, her eyes full of pity and heartache.
My younger brother has always been strong, how could he bear such a huge defeat?
Most of the people's eyes fell on Wu Fengyun.
Wu Fengyun's face turned red and white. He suddenly turned around and stared at Li Su, his eyes bloodshot, pregnant with unwillingness.
"I don't seem to have done anything wrong." Li Su's eyes were calm and firm.
The cruelty of battle lies in defeat.
The loser's unwillingness should not be paid by the winner.
"Continue." Wu Fengyun's voice was hoarse and he held the handle of the knife tightly with the five fingers of his right hand.
Li Su glanced at the broken knife in Wu Fengyun's hand and asked, "Do you know why your knife broke?"
Wu Fengyun stared at Li Su, without answering, and there was no need to answer.
The knife was broken, naturally due to his own lack of strength.
"General knives are made of iron ore," Li Su said. "The iron ore is dug out from the mountains and thrown into the furnace. After it is red-hot, the blacksmith takes it out and quenches it. The color of the iron ore is determined by The red turns dark and then is put into the furnace to quench...
Repeatedly and repeatedly, the sword is finally forged.
There are countless weapons in this world, but magical weapons are extremely rare. Do you know why? "
Wu Fengyun frowned and gradually calmed down, but still did not answer.
"There are many reasons. The material and the forger all affect the quality of the weapon." Li Su said lightly, "If iron is spiritual, it cannot choose its material and forger. The only thing it can determine may be its toughness.
There is a poem that says: If you take it easy if you have been tempered for hundreds of times, your body will become stronger when burned by the fire.
You are Wu Jian's son, born rich and noble, and you are a piece of high-quality iron ore; you have Wu Jian and Wu Qi by your side, they are the strongest blacksmiths.
You will lose to me for only one reason: you are too comfortable. "
"An Yi?" Wu Fengyun clenched the handle of the knife again, with a bit of self-mockery flashing in his eyes.
"Are you trying to say, Li, you don't understand how hard I work?" Li Su said with a smile.
Wu Fengyun frowned and said in a low voice: "You are thinking too much."
"Maybe." Li Su was noncommittal and said with a smile: "The reality is that you haven't worked hard enough. Otherwise, why would you lose to me, a mere urban boy?
Will you admit that your talent is not as good as mine? "
Before Wu Fengyun could speak, Li Su asked and answered directly, "You don't know how. You are Wu Jian's son and Wu Qi's grandson. You are extremely talented.
You will fail simply because you have lived too comfortably and have never experienced true hard work.
In other words, you think you have worked hard, but in fact, that is just what you think. "
"..."
Wu Fengyun was silent and had nothing to say.
The other side has won, and everything they say is right.
If you fail, no matter what you say, it’s just an excuse!
"Fengyun, you are defeated." Wu Jian said softly.
This is an indisputable fact, and it is also the result that Wu Jian expected in advance.
The only thing he didn't expect was that one move would determine the outcome.
"..."
A little bitterness appeared on Wu Fengyun's face.
In fact, from the moment the knife broke, he realized that he had failed.
At this moment, his unwillingness has disappeared.
Only bitterness fills my heart.
"Brother..." Wu Yao bit her lip, her eyes full of distress; when she saw Li Su, her eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Obviously I won, why don't I feel so happy?" Li Su was speechless. There were no cheers for the winner around him, so he could only feel happy in his heart.
He glanced at Wu Yao who was staring and thought, I just like to see you clearly want to kill me, but you can't do it.
"King Wu'an, what are you waiting for? Take action quickly!" Suddenly, a sharp and anxious scream sounded from the east of Taihu Lake.
For a moment, everyone looked to the east.
