"..."
Everyone around them held their breath.
Zuo Lin sneered, "You are very confident."
"It's not self-confidence." Wu Jian shook his head, "The two Chu couples joined forces and were stronger than you; the seven ministers of Chu State once besieged your senior brother. Although they are not as good, they are not far away;
Plus the strong men from the Xiong, Xiang, Jing, and Wu tribes of Chu State..."
Having said this, Wu Jian did not continue.
Everyone was shocked and understood the implication of Wu Jian's words.
"Working together to destroy Chu, is it all your fault?" Zuo Lin sneered, sheathed his sword, his eyes bursting with fighting intent.
"I am Wu Jian, and I should suppress all enemies in the world." Wu Jian whispered, took a step forward, and his figure floated down and landed on the ice platform. "I like this sentence very much."
"You are so arrogant now, aren't you afraid of making the Daqian royal family jealous?" Zuo Lin asked, this was the doubt in his heart.
Compared with the last time the two met, Wu Jian at this moment was simply incomparable.
Wu Jian smiled lightly and said: "Whether His Majesty the Emperor is afraid or not has nothing to do with my strength."
"That's true." Zuo Lin nodded. A king with a different surname with outstanding military exploits, no matter how strong or weak he was, could not eliminate the fear of His Majesty the Emperor.
"Beat you and take away Princess Yunran. His Majesty the Emperor will understand the loyalty of my Wu family." Wu Jian said.
"What a coincidence." Zuo Lin sneered and said lightly, "Your Highness Yunran is coming to Gusu City. As the host, I will give her a ride no matter what."
"This is the meaning of this battle." Wu Jian said, extending his right hand to the right.
"Come on."
Wu Jian whispered.
Zuo Lin's face twitched slightly and looked a little dark.
Li Su, Tian Qi, Zi Ying, and Gu Qingyan were all speechless.
"Jian Lai and Dao Lai, how come they are not as powerful as 'Jian Lai'?" Li Su complained.
The purple-gold long spear emerged from the lake like a stream of light and landed steadily in Wu Jian's hand.
The war is about to begin.
"Brother, come back." Wu Yao, who was on the top of the huge wave, shouted softly.
At this moment, in addition to Zuo Lin and Wu Jian, Li Su and Wu Fengyun, who had just fought not long ago, were also standing on the circular ice platform.
Wu Fengyun remained silent, turned around and walked towards the huge wave on the east side. After approaching, he jumped up and stepped on the waves one after another, reaching the top of the huge wave.
Li Su glanced at Zuo Lin, took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the huge wave on the west side.
"Your successor is very good." Wu Jian said.
Zuo Lin said lightly: "He is not yet my successor. He can only be regarded as half a disciple at most."
"Believe it or not, when people in the future get to know you, they will call you Li Su's master." Wu Jian smiled lightly.
"If that's true, then my half-disciple is much better than you." Zuo Lin chuckled, seeming to be teasing and sarcastic, "When people introduce you, they all seem to be saying that you are my senior brother's son. , even if I call you King Wu'an, I will also add the word 'contemporary'."
"This only shows that you are not as good as your senior brother." Wu Jian said calmly.
"Maybe." Zuo Lin was noncommittal. If he said it to others, he could still refute it, but if he said it to Senior Brother, he would have to endure it.
"Just now, your disciple defeated my son with one move." Wu Jian stared at Zuo Lin.
Zuo Lin's expression turned pale, and his sword intent instantly restrained itself.
Wu Jian moved his right hand lightly, pointing his purple-gold spear diagonally at the ice platform. His figure did not reveal any special aura.
But everyone present felt a sense of oppression.
Like an ancient ferocious beast, it opened its eyes.
"Old Zuo..." Li Su, who had returned to Tian Qi and Zi Ying, felt his heart tremble, knowing that this battle was about to really begin.
He stared at the two people on the ice platform, feeling uncontrollably worried.
In the past, in his heart, Zuo Lin was just a Qianhu who retired from the military camp. His strength was good in Gusu City, but beyond Gusu City, it was far from enough.
Recently, Zuo Lin has been breaking his cognition.
He knew that Zuo Lin was actually very strong and was an abandoned disciple of a certain sect.
However, facing the contemporary King Wu'an, he really couldn't have enough confidence in Zuo Lin.
It's not just him.
Everyone present seemed to agree that there was a gap in strength between Zuo Lin and Wu Jian.
"We will definitely win." Li Su's eyes became firm.
"Chi~."
There seemed to be a slight chirping sound.
The round ice platform shattered.
This battle completely broke out.
The two figures collided together like comets.
Li Su couldn't clearly see the movements of the two people. What he saw was just a surging light, which was spreading crazily and shockingly bright.
Time and space seemed to stand still for a moment, and violent battle fluctuations erupted like a volcano, solidifying in the sky.
In an instant, time and space seemed to flow backwards, and the broken circular ice platform returned to its original state.
The monstrous light disappeared without a trace. Wu Jian and Zuo Lin seemed to have never moved, and they all stood in the same place.
Everything that just happened was like an illusion.
Everyone knew that it was not an illusion, it was just that the speeds of Wu Jian and Zuo Lin were too fast, too fast to be caught by everyone's eyes;
It was only a moment, and maybe they had already made a move;
Perhaps they have fought each other a thousand times;
Or perhaps, the outcome has been decided.
Even as powerful as Painting Sage and Gu Qingyan, they couldn't see clearly what happened in the battle just now.
Everyone stared at the two people on the ice platform with burning eyes.
Li Su had never been as nervous and anxious as she was at this moment.
The palms of his hands were sweating, and he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
Wu Jian lowered his head slightly, and as far as he could see, he saw a spotless black satin dragon suit with a slash on the chest, and a slash on the golden inner armor.
Five feet away from the opposite side.
Zuo Lin, wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, stands like a pine tree, like a reclusive swordsman who is independent from the world.
His face was stern, and his eyes were still staring at Wu Jian.
"Tick."
The sound of dripping water broke the silence.
Li Su, Tian Qi, and Ziying's hearts trembled.
Everyone looked at Zuo Lin's feet.
Drops of blood are dripping.
"Old Zuo." Li Su's expression changed drastically, and he clenched his fists for a moment.
"It should be like this." On the top of the huge wave on the west side, Wu Yao's face was calm and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"The one named Zuo lost..." On the nearby ship, Xiao Yuancheng glanced at Li Su, Tian Qi and others, with a cold look in his eyes.
Superintendent Zhao, who was seriously injured, also had a flash of joy in his eyes. When he glanced at the knife edge on Wu Jian's chest, he felt a little regretful.
It's a pity that Wu Jian was not injured. It would have been better if both sides were injured.
"You..." Zuo Lin stared at Wu Jian. As soon as he started speaking, he stopped speaking and looked at Wu Jian in slight shock.
Blood was slowly overflowing from the right corner of Wu Jian's mouth, and blood was spreading from the cut on the clothes in front of his chest.
"puff……"
Wu Jian seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, so he knelt down on one knee and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Shocking change.
Everyone present was stunned.
Including Zuo Lin!
