The King of Special Warfare

? Wang Tianzong was fishing.

The Saints are also fishing.

The scenery on Dibing Mountain is beautiful.

The water waves of West Lake are vast.

It's all grand.

Light rain in Lin'an.

The light rain sprinkled all over the city, very slowly and intermittently.

The landscape of West Lake in the rain is hazy, and the beauty is like an illusion.

The saint in casual clothes rented a boat and went boating on the lake with an indescribably relaxed expression.

Throwing away the black cloak that symbolizes mystery and power, the saint in the rain looks like a young man with a slightly weaker physique.

Thirty-seven or eighteen years old, with a pale face, his appearance is not handsome, but very clean, so his appearance seems to be a little younger than his actual age.

The rain in Lin'an seemed to weaken his sword intent.

The saint, who was shrouded in sword intent at all times, looked extremely gentle at this moment, without the slightest bit of fierce arrogance before.

The light boat drifted aimlessly along with the turbulent water waves.

The saint looked intently at the water waves in front of him.

His eyes were no longer sharp as before, only the most focused earnestness and anticipation remained.

He is fishing.

It's like fishing with all your heart.

Such saints are focused and gentle.

But it's extremely terrifyingly focused.

A burst of phone ringing suddenly.

The saint frowned, took out the phone and looked at the number, and said helplessly, "You scared my fish away."

There was a quiet voice on the phone: "So I don't have any fish to eat, right?"

"Look at luck.

"

The saint shook his head: "I'm in the middle of the lake."

"almost there."

The person on the phone said something briefly, then hung up the phone.

The saint put down his phone and continued to stare at the lake, dazed.

He made an appointment today, but it wasn't the person on the phone.

This is an accident.

Unexpected phone calls and unexpected people not only scare away his fish, but also disturb his mood.

The saint sighed softly, he had been recuperating in Lin'an for nearly half a month.

He didn't receive any news from any side, so his mind was extremely calm.

He very much hoped that his heart could continue to be at peace.

A black shadow suddenly appeared on the misty lake.

The dark shadow treads the water under the overcast sky, bringing up a gust of wind.

The lake swayed with the wind.

The canoe tossed and tossed in the turbulent water.

The saint simply put down his fishing rod. In this state, even if the fish is stupid, it will not take the bait.

Shadows in the gale fell on the ship.

The black shadow was wearing a black cloak, his body was hunched, and as soon as his feet landed, he coughed violently.

The saint frowned slightly, looking at the old buddy who cooperated with him most tacitly.

"You are seriously injured, why are you running around if you don't stay at home?"

"Work hard."

The military master suppressed his cough, and smiled: "It's not like you, hide in Lin'an, don't think about anything."

"Some things just can't be done."

The saint said lightly.

The strategist was silent for a while, and sat down beside the saint. Feeling the extremely weak breath of the other party, the strategist's voice was slightly condensed: "How could your injury be so serious? It's been nearly half a month, and you haven't recovered at all?"

"Who told you I was recuperating?"

The saint smiled calmly.

"what are you doing then?"

The military division's voice was a little cold.

"Learn swords."

The saint said earnestly: "I am learning the sword, the strongest sword."

Tianjiao's sword is naturally the most difficult and the strongest.

The military division just raised his anger.

"How's the harvest?"

he asked.

"Disaster."

Saint shook his head.

The military division did not speak for a while.

The water calmed down again.

The light boat continued to float on the lake.

The saint's palm suddenly lifted upwards.

A fat big fish landed on Chuu under the pull of the fishing rod.

The military division still did not speak.

The saint ignored him, skillfully killed the fish, peeled off its scales, and removed its internal organs.

There are some simple seasonings to put on.

Cumin Chili...

The saint rubs the seasoning on the fish.

A faint but blazing flame ignited in the palm of his hand.

Hand-grilled fish is fast, and the temperature can be controlled at will.

The fish is cooked quickly.

The saints gave half to the military division.

The two ate a fish in silence.

The fish is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the seasoning is just right.

But the taste is average.

"Eastern Europe is messy."

The two threw the fishbone into the lake without public morals. There was an icy glow between the military commander's eyes, and the icy glow turned into water, washing away the oil stains on his hands.

The military division said oh.

"Are you really not going to do something?"

The strategist looked at the calm and focused saint and asked.

"What can we do in our current state?"

asked the saint.

He was telling the truth. In the battle of Emperor Bingshan, the ten thunder-shocking masters from Tiandu Purgatory, plus their reincarnation status as Heavenly Kings, faced a peak invincible.

Although that peak invincible state is somewhat special.

But the sword intent that has reached the peak of the invincible state has not weakened in the slightest. Under that sword, not to mention the ten masters of the Thunder Realm who belonged to the Heavenly Capital Purgatory, even the generals and dukes who have vaguely surpassed the peak of the Thunder Realm. They fell on the spot, and if the military masters and saints hadn't reacted quickly, they would have died there too.

Or if Xia Zhi can continue to strike a sword, the result cannot be changed.

The military master and the saint joined forces to avoid the strongest sword intent at the beginning, but the injuries were so serious that they couldn't do it in a short time.

Going to Snow Country in their current state is completely looking for death, and their role is not even as good as that of an elite of the Burning Realm.

The military division was silent, his breath was chaotic, and he seemed a little irritable.

"In her plan, we would never have appeared on the Eastern European battlefield."

The saint said: "It's just that she is too confident and always thinks that she can control everything, but in the real chaos, everyone is adapting to the situation. Who can really control everything?"

"I'm here to discuss with you, do you want me to do something?"

Said the military division.

He is different from a saint.

Different paths, different positions, and different responsibilities.

Now his injury is also very serious.

But no matter how seriously the military division is injured, he can still do many things.

"If you're not afraid of being exposed, you can do whatever you want."

The saint said lightly: "As long as you can bear the consequences, if you are exposed for so many years of planning, how do you think the boss will thank you?"

The military division smiled wryly.

He also understood what Qin Weibai meant.

Although reincarnation has insufficient foundation, it is not so weak that no one can use it. In fact, in detail, when he went to Dibing Mountain to besiege Xia Zhi, he and the saints did not have to go, even the Duke and Shura didn't have to go. , It’s nothing more than sending some more manpower. Tiandu Purgatory can spend ten masters in the Thunder Realm to squander, and the reincarnation palace gritted its teeth, the same can be done.

But in the end, Qin Weibai chose the strongest combat power among the four reincarnated twelve heavenly kings, for nothing more than to prevent them from participating in the ensuing chaos in Eastern Europe.

It's just that now the largest group of elites hidden in Eastern Europe in the Reincarnation Palace has almost been wiped out, and the Reincarnation Palace has suffered heavy losses. Qin Weibai's plan will definitely be affected. Under such circumstances, can the trial in Eastern Europe continue?

"It's good to be calm."

The saint said: "The boss is now with the Lin family by his side, so it's not a big problem."

"But she was begging to die!"

The military division said in a low voice.

The saint fell silent, as if he didn't know what to say.

"Why?"

asked the military division.

This question is very interesting.

No matter what, the military master couldn't figure out why Qin Weibai would ask for death on his own initiative.

He knew that Qin Weibai was robbing Li Tianlan.

But begging to die and being bound to die are completely two concepts, one is active and the other is passive.

The military division didn't know why.

But he believed the saints knew.

The saint also called Qin Weibai boss.

But the two have no real affiliation, which is different from any heavenly king in reincarnation.

In many cases, the two seem to be working together.

"She can't think about it herself, why?"

The Saint sighed softly and brought up the topic, his tone full of exhaustion that could not be concealed.

"We can't stop her decision. But as far as I know, things are not without a turnaround this time."

He said softly: "So... just calm down."

"Your heart is quiet enough."

The military division sneered, as if he wanted to transfer his inner irritability to the saints.

The saint shook his head dumbfounded.

"I must calm down."

His tone was gentle: "Only by calming down can we break through. In my current state, going to Eastern Europe will not help at all. But if I am lucky enough to break through the invincible state in the near future, it will increase the boss's vitality by three points..."

"If I can become invincible, my sword intent should match the strongest sword..."

The strategist raised his head and looked at the saint.

"Will you enter invincibility?"

"sooner or later."

said the saint.

"Before the chaos in Eastern Europe ends, how sure are you of breaking through?"

asked the military division.

"Looking at it now..."

The saint thought about it, and said truthfully: "I'm not even half sure."

"..."

The military master's anger began to rise again. Based on his relationship with the saints, the saints would not lie to him, and they were not even half sure. What is the difference between that and being unable to break through at all for the time being?

"You need to calm down."

Said the saint: "Now you are going to lose your mind."

The military division was furious.

"I can't calm down."

he said.

The wind and rain by the lake fell on her black cloak, making it icy cold.

The military division laughed at himself: "I've seen too many ungrateful things these years, do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Um?"

Saints are a little puzzled.

"Except for a few truly wolf-hearted people, the kindness that can be forgotten is not heavy enough."

The military teacher said softly: "Brother, without her, I don't know what I am now. How can I forget this kind of kindness? How can I calm down?"

"..."

The saint lost his voice for a moment, and then said calmly: "Loyalty can make people crazy, but it can also make people rational. How do you choose?"

Crazy is loyal.

Sensible too.

The latter is more in line with her requirements.

The answer was clear, obvious, and yet so bitter.

It is also the answer that the military division least wants to face.

"Why are you here?"

asked the saint.

"Come find someone."

The military adviser said sullenly: "Next, I will go to Tiannan."

"Tiannan?"

Saint hesitated.

"It's just a layout, nothing major."

The saint nodded, that special and sensitive place in Tiannan, if it works well, it will be worthy of the name of the foundation of the emperor.

And that piece of land, to a certain extent, is the foundation specially developed for Li Tianlan by the Palace of Reincarnation with various forces. Now everything is developing very smoothly. Rising, the reincarnation palace naturally cannot give up easily.

No matter what happens, you can't give up.

Qin Weibai kept them in Central Continent and prevented them from participating in the chaos of Eastern Europe, not because they could not play a role in the chaos of Eastern Europe, nor because of danger, but because of the value they displayed in Central Continent bigger.

"In that case, you should leave early."

The saint said calmly.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled another fish out of the water, slightly smaller than the last one, but still weighed two to three catties.

"Here comes a fish."

The military division looked at the water and said.

"I have a date."

The saint shook his head: "It should be coming soon."

"So this isn't my treat?"

The saint pointed to the fish on the nail plate.

"If you don't leave, the one who will entertain you will not be a fish, but a sword. I can't stop it."

The saint said that he seemed to have thought of something, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The strategist immediately knew who the saint was dating. He shook his head and stood up.

When he was about to step into the water, he suddenly said, "Is that notebook useful?"

"Very important."

There was undisguised reverence in the military division's eyes.

"Shall I lend you a look?"

"At my age, I have long been hopeless and invincible."

The strategist shook his head: "And I'm not very interested in invincibility. Fighting in martial arts is not the most suitable stage for me after all."

His figure stepped on the lake, and the wind suddenly picked up.

In the turbulent water waves, the military division disappeared in an instant.

The Saints are still fishing quietly.

No hurry, no arrogance or rashness, extremely focused.

The rain in the West Lake is gradually rushing.

The fog on the lake is getting thicker.

Two people in white clothes walked out of a vast white mist.

A man and a woman both carry long swords.

Both of them are about forty years old. The man is slightly short, with a height of just over 1.7 meters, but his appearance is extremely outstanding. He is dressed in white and has white hair, and his face is like a jade crown. Jian Yi doesn't show any aura. The most impressive thing about him is his smile, eyes, and the corners of his mouth. He seems to be smiling all over his body. His smile is brilliant, and it can even be said to be bright.

However, the woman's figure is extremely tall, conservatively estimated to be 1.75 meters tall, with black and soft long hair that almost covered her waist. Her face is undoubtedly extremely beautiful, a very standard oval face, delicate and soft features, but this kind of beauty But extremely weird.

It's just like....

A woman without any temperament.

Not delicate, not cold, not charming, not calm, not coquettish.

She doesn't have any temperament on her body, so her beauty looks extremely fragile.

Men and women in white clothes calmly stepped across the lake and onto the boat under the saint.

There was only one fish in the boat, all alone.

The man in white, who seemed to be smiling even with his eyebrows and hair, chuckled, and said in a warm voice: "This workmanship is too bad, a fish is so small, it's not enough to eat."

"The second one is here."

The saint chuckled, and a big fish weighing four to five catties was thrown out of the lake by him.

A sword intent appeared in the air.

There is only one sword intent, but it whirls in the air with two completely different artistic conceptions.

The big fish pulled up by the saints is still in the air.

The fish scales, blood stains, and internal organs had already started to peel off while spinning, and when the big fish landed on the boat, it was already extremely clean.

The man in white whistled and smiled happily.

"One more."

"Almost there," he said.

The saint smiled, casually holding the fishing rod in his hand, and calmly said: "Has Tianlan looked for you?"

"My level is not high enough."

The man in white smiled: "He didn't look for me, but he did look for the second sister. The second sister dragged me here, and I was alone. Anyway, I have nothing to do. Just go to Eastern Europe for a while."

"Turn around casually?"

The saint smiled: "People will die."

"how come."

The white-clothed man's smile remained unchanged: "If you don't express your opinion, the second sister forced me to come here. The younger brother has sent me more than 500 text messages in the past few days, and the phone bombing is countless. I can't do it if I don't go, and you guys What's the point of me staying on the mountain?"

The long-haired woman who had been silent all this time smiled lightly.

This was originally a clean woman without any temperament, but when she smiled, she had an incomparably charming demeanor. That kind of demeanor was faint and faintly visible, but for a while, it had enough to make the mountains and rivers lose their color. charm.

The saint glanced at her and said with a chuckle, "How many people are you going to bring?"

"There are not many people who can lead. About eighty to one hundred, all of them are real elites."

The woman said, her voice was as soft as the wind, quiet and indifferent.

They are all real elites.

In their eyes, the real elite can't be like Beihai Wang's, and their average strength is the peak of the Burning Fire Realm.

But if you choose 80 to 100 people, at least half of them will enter the burning environment.

The saint nodded without expressing any opinion, just casually said: "Don't transfer people to me."

"It's me and Chongyang's people."

The woman's voice is calm.

The saint hummed, and said with a smile: "The Xuewu Legion is good. It basically gathers the Dongcheng family, Sighing City, and Yaochi's strongest lineup. If Shadow Gate is smart enough, they will also participate. How do you arrange your duties? "

"No job."

The man in white shook his head: "We thought it was troublesome. At first we said that we would nominate me as the chief of staff of the Snow Dance Corps, but I want to take that position. The second sister is lazy, so it is difficult for us to arrange for our own people. So the chief of staff, I It was pushed, and I brought our own people to form a special operations team to facilitate operations."

The saint thought for a while, nodded and said, "Alright."

"How is the injury, brother?"

The long-haired woman asked suddenly.

"It's a little troublesome, but it's not a big problem. Give me time and I'll heal. My recent energy has been spent on learning the sword. If I can break through smoothly, my injury will heal faster."

The saint said softly: "So I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Eastern Europe this time. It's okay. With my superficial identity, going to Eastern Europe is a bit troublesome. You went to Eastern Europe for Tianlan, so I don't need to talk about him. I just want to Please do what you can to help me take care of another person."

"Qin Weibai?"

The man in white raised his eyebrows.

"please."

Saint said softly.

The man in white nodded: "Brother, don't worry."

brother.

The saints are not as old as the men and women in white.

But the ranking between them is not because of their age.

But because of the sword.

Whether in the dark world or in Central Continent, this pair of men and women in white are truly famous figures.

In the dark world, the man's code name is Yin Yang.

The female codename is Phantom.

But in Central Continent, their code names need to add two more characters.

Sword Master!

Shushan phantom sword master Yun Qinxi.

Han Chongyang, the yin and yang sword master of Shu Mountain.

Among the four famous swords in Shushan, whoever holds the Nirvana sword is the master.

The elder brother is Wei Kunlun, the Nirvana sword master, and the first heavenly king saint in the reincarnation palace!

Shushan is a very strange martial arts force. They are extremely united internally, but when they are external, they always make different voices.

So they seldom speak out for themselves politically.

The standing minister of the military department of Zhongzhou many years ago was Dongcheng Hanguang.

The previous Standing Minister of the Military Department was Qi Beicang.

The link between the two ministers is Wei Yuanhang, the leader of the prince group, and the uncle of the saint Wei Kunlun.

It is also for this reason that this generation of Shushan Nirvana Sword has always been considered to be biased towards the Prince Group.

And Zhongzhou was also no stranger to Yun Qinxi.

When she was in the prime of her life, she met Li Kuangfu, the young master of the Li family, and she felt that she had missed her life by meeting a madman. After Li Kuangtu betrayed the country, the Li family collapsed, and Yun Qinxi also hid in Shushan.

Now with the appearance of Li Tianlan, her position is naturally on Li Tianlan's side.

The yin and yang sword master Han Chongyang is a pure swordsman, and he doesn't seem to have any relationship with any of the six major groups, but he has a very good relationship with Suzaku, one of the generals of the four spirits of Zhongzhou, and they are mutual confidants, which seems to be what he revealed Stand outside.

As for Taixu sword master Li Baitian, the absolute main force of the East Emperor Hall, naturally also stood by Li Tianlan's side.

Shushan Sword Master has different positions.

But all the grievances and disputes are outside Shushan.

Because there are only swords in Shushan.

No stand, no politics and disputes.

It's just that what everyone in this generation doesn't know is that the four major sword masters of Shushan, both inside and outside, seem to have unified their positions calmly.

The identity of Wei Kunlun, the master of the Nirvana Sword, may still be inside the Prince Group.

But Saint Wei Kunlun is the king of reincarnation.

The third fish is hooked.

Han Chongyang ignited the fire with his flick of a finger.

The aroma of grilled fish fills the air.

The three of them finished eating the fish quietly, Han Chongyang said: "Second sister wants to visit Mr. Li, senior brother?"

The saint shook his head: "I won't go."

The eaten fish bones were once again thrown into the lake.

Han Chongyang and Yun Qinxi left West Lake at the same time.

The rain in Lin'an stopped.

There is still fog on the lake.

The saints who were not fed continued to fish.

He looked up at the rainless sky, lowered his head, and carefully took out a blue notebook from his arms.

For any expert in the dark world, this notebook is absolutely priceless.

Blue notebooks are not expensive.

It is the most common weekly diary in Sky Academy.

The most precious thing is the handwriting inside, which records the most glorious years of a true Tianjiao one stroke at a time.

His forbearance, his plan, his rise, his breakthrough, his love, and his martial arts.

The handwriting in the blue diary is not beautiful, but every stroke is sharp and arrogant. Even after many years, it seems that there is still sword intent.

The eyes of the saint are almost devout.

He joined the reincarnation palace and became the first heavenly king of reincarnation. The original reason was because of this notebook.

It's just that he didn't really hold this book in his hand until recently.

This is his path to invincibility.

saint.

A proud person can be called a saint.

The saint quietly flipped through the notebook in his hand.

His movements are soft, his whole person is calm and focused.

From weak to invincible, to invincible in the world, to supreme.

A magnificent elegy, all on paper.

Not a single word, not even a single punctuation mark, was missed by the saints.

He tried his best to grasp every mood transition, every sentiment and thought in the text.

Tianjiao's martial arts are recorded at the end of the notebook.

That is the most detailed, most systematic, and at the same time the most messy record.

It seems to be something that Tianjiao inadvertently recorded when he was sorting out his thoughts.

Martial arts, realm, swordsmanship...

The content is deep but not mysterious.

The saint watched silently.

There are not too many records about martial arts, the front and back, the sharp handwriting covered seven pages, like seven chapters.

The saints have seen the last chapter.

I don't know how many times it is the last chapter.

Among the seven chapters about martial arts, there is a sentence written at the top of each chapter.

A sentence from "The Analects of Confucius".

The dead are like husbands, never giving up day and night.

Between day and night, it seems that the sword intent is soaring into the sky.

"There should be light to reflect the vastness of the world. There should be darkness to show the truth of the world. There should be day and night in the world, and the sword should also have day and night."

"The sword of day and night can cut the sky and break the sea."