Three Kingdoms: At the beginning, Xiao Qiao played a beauty trick on me!

Chapter 165 You Come, It's Useless

But for some reason, the man in black didn't go out.

Cao Cao's back has disappeared on the horizon.

Some things in this world are really weird.

Cao Cao's walking speed is not fast at all, sometimes even very slow.

But you always feel that Cao Cao is leaving very fast.

On the contrary, those thieves ran very fast.

One step and three feet are all basic operations.

The strange thing is, you always feel that those thieves are running very slowly.

There is a bright moon at the end of the world, and the border town has a few times of style.

The scenery of the frontier is always so bleak and unforgettable.

You may forget the person who accompanied you on a tour.

But you will never forget the person who accompanied you on the frontier.

Because traveling in mountains and rivers is a joy.

The happy time is always short and not easy to remember.

But the trip to the frontier was bitter.

Very bitter.

Bitter experience, it is hard for everyone to forget.

Sometimes people are really weird.

In other words, it's really cheap.

I can't remember happy things, and I always remember a lot of unhappy things.

You can't remember the person who is kind to you, but you can remember the person who stepped on you for a lifetime.

Is this the beauty of human nature?
Or human ugliness?
Da Qiao had time to think about this, but Cao Cao didn't.

Cao Cao is now at the helm and on his way.

The goal is the ancient city of Loulan!
The horse-drawn carriages in this place are very expensive, almost sky-high.

Because the means of transportation in the frontier are basically camels.

People like Cao Cao who hire carriages are already rich.

Very big money!

However, there are a lot of robbers in this place, and if you drive so ostentatiously, you will definitely attract the patronage of robbers.

For example, now.

A hiss!
The horse's front feet jumped up, and the carriage stopped accordingly.

It's not for anything else, it's just that someone in front is blocking the way!
This man was dressed in coarse linen and had a sword at his waist.

His eyes were piercing, but full of murderous intent.

Said to be murderous, it seems that I am not ready.

But looking at his eyes, most people would be very scared.

Others may not know this person, but Cao Cao does!

He is Sang Tian!

Sang Tian among the bright moon and seven stars!
Today, Sang Tian no longer wears a mask.

But Cao Cao still recognized him at a glance.

"You are here." Cao Cao said lightly.

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But here I am."

"You're here, it's useless."

"It's useful!" Sang Tian stared at Cao Cao, as if he had a chance to win: "I'm sure I can beat you!"

"You're confident."

"Strength is the source of my self-confidence."

"These days, it seems that you have practiced swords a lot."

"Wearing chickens dancing, practicing swords under the moon, day after day, just to defeat you!" Sang Tian's eyes were very firm.

Look into his eyes, as if you can see his hard work these days.

It takes perseverance to smell the chicken and dance.

To practice sword under the moon requires Hengxin.

People who get up early are often scary.

People who can sleep late are also terrible.

People who can persist in these two habits are even more terrifying!
Such people are often successful people.

Also people who died young.

Because, their rest time is too short!
Moreover, the swordsmanship they have practiced may not be unparalleled in the world!

Cao Cao shook his head with a smile: "Sword, that's not how you practice it."

"It's useless to talk too much, please!"

With a dragon cry, the sword is already in hand!

Sang Tian's sword, Sang Tian's hand!
This sword is different from the previous one.

This sword is longer and thinner.

It looks very dangerous!

Sang Tian's eyes were very sharp.

It was as if he had seen Cao Cao's flaws!
Sharp sword!

Sharp eyes!

Cao Cao would never have thought that the robber standing in front of him was Sang Tian!

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is easy to understand.

Ordinary robbers don't have the courage to stand in front of Cao Cao.

Because they are not Cao Cao's opponents at all!
But is Sang Tian really Cao Cao's opponent?

The setting sun was like blood, staining the entire land red.

It also dyed Cao Cao's skirt red.

Cao Cao is facing the setting sun, and Sang Tian is facing the setting sun.

Sang Tian's position this time was obviously carefully planned.

Lonely smoke curled up.

Rise up between the two.

I don't know who lived in the camp here before.

Before leaving, he did not extinguish the ashes of the firewood.

The smoke is gray and the earth is red.

Sang Tian's sword is white.

Bright white!

This sword, the hilt and the blade are one piece.

Advanced forging technology.

Although the sword looks very thin and flat.

But Cao Cao knew that there were eight edges on this sword!
——A peer is the one who knows the peer best!

The setting sun in the sky, Sang Tian's sword.

Scarlet and pale!
Under the light of the setting sun, the sword's chill did not abate.

On the contrary, it was even colder!
It's freezing cold!

"Good sword." Cao Cao said lightly.

"This is indeed a good sword." Sang Tian looked confident.

"Swords are for killing, not for looking at."

"This sword is a murderous sword!"

"It can't kill people."

"It can kill you!"

"The life of a sword is the moment it is unsheathed. This sword is already dead." Cao Cao said lightly.

After hearing this, Sang Tian didn't answer.

Because he didn't know what to answer.

Cao Cao's words made him fall into deep thought.

To be honest, Sang Tian is already a little hesitant.

When he first met Cao Cao, he was very confident.

Before drawing his sword, his confidence had almost reached its peak.

But after drawing the sword, his self-confidence declined little by little.

I do not know why.

I can't control it at all.

Could it be that what Cao Cao just said was correct?
——The life of the sword is at the moment when it is unsheathed!
Sang Tian looked at his sword.

A cold sword, a ruthless sword.

This sword has never changed, only his heart has changed.

His spirit was fading.

His confidence is fading.

His killing intent was no longer as strong as before.

At this moment, a bead of sweat rolled down Sang Tian's forehead.

His back was soaked.

Because he already felt death!
This feeling is exactly the same as last time!
Could it be that he is going to lose again this time?

Sang Tian tried his best to restrain his emotions.

He knew that it couldn't continue like this!

Sang Tian was controlling his heartbeat and adjusting his breathing.

Before you kill, you must calm down!

Be calm!

The smoother the heartbeat, the greater the chance of success.

The slower you breathe, the better your chances of success.

In order to calm himself down, Sang Tian began to recall the sword skills he had practiced before.

Put aside all distracting thoughts and concentrate on thinking about the previous sword technique.

One move, one move, one cut and one stab.

It is easiest to calm down when a person is concentrating on one thing.

Even counting sheep can calm you down.

But in Sang Tian's current situation, he can't think about sheep.

I can only think of the sword skills I have practiced before.

Heaven and earth, unique swordsmanship!
No one else has seen his swordsmanship so far.

As the saying goes, one trick is fresh, and you can eat it all over the world.

Can Sang Tian use his new swordsmanship to conquer the Western Regions?

Nobody knows.

Even Sang Tian himself didn't know!

The scene of practicing sword before is vivid in my mind.

Hear the chicken and dance, and practice the sword under the moon.

Evening drums and morning bells, day after day.

All of this seems to be just yesterday.

Time ticks, passing by the corner of his eyes.

The time is silent, disappearing in the eyebrows.

After an unknown amount of time, Sang Tian finally recovered.

His eyes are extremely firm.

His pupils were full of mystery.

His sword has been withdrawn from its scabbard!
In heaven and earth, no one can see his sword anymore!
The sword, in the scabbard.

hand, on the hilt of the sword.

(End of this chapter)