Chapter XXVII: The Battle to the Death
"Oh what, go out with me and fight!"
Wei Qingyang said angrily, he had been looking forward to this fight for a long time.
"You can't beat me, so forget it!"
Su Chuan shook his head helplessly, in the past 30,000 years, the one who can beat himself is his own master, and everyone else can't last three seconds in front of Su Chuan.
"How do you know if you don't try, don't ink, just let me fulfill a wish before I die, Senior Su!"
Wei Qingyang pleaded, from being called Su Chuan to Su Senior, although he knew that his hope of winning Su Chuan was very slim, but Wei Qingyang, who did not admit defeat, still wanted to give it a try, even if it was death.
"Alas, well!"
Su Chuan was also helpless, so he could only agree to Wei Qingyang's request and walk out of the house.
When Wei Qingyang heard Su Chuan promise him, he ran out of the house excitedly and confronted Su Chuan.
"Senior Su, then you're welcome!"
After Wei Qingyang finished speaking, he immediately gathered his true qi, and the surrounding wind tightly wrapped around Wei Qingyang's right hand, and then directly rushed towards Su Chuan with a phantom with a fist of wind and thunder power.
"Wind Thunder Fist!"
Seeing the fist with wind and thunder rushing towards him, Su Chuan seemed very unflustered, just raised his hand and slapped it twice, and the fist disappeared in an instant.
Seeing Su Chuan lightly break his own Wind Thunder Fist, Wei Qingyang was very surprised, he didn't expect that the Wind Thunder Fist used by an innate martial artist would be broken so easily by Su Chuan, thinking about what realm this Su Chuan had reached.
"It's worthy of Senior Su, it's amazing, then I'll see how you resist this next move." ”
Wei Qingyang put his hands together, and the tendons on his forehead slowly appeared, ready to use the strongest blow.
As Wei Qingyang gathered more and more true qi, fierce thunder lights slowly appeared around Su Chuan, ready to attack Su Chuan at any time.
Su Chuan looked at the thunder light around him, and seemed to understand that Wei Qingyang was preparing for the final blow, so he faintly gathered one percent of his true qi by his side.
"Senior Su, this move is called the Ten Thousand Thunder Array, and it is an unsecret move of our Kunlun Mountain, be careful!"
After Wei Qingyang finished speaking, there were more and more thunder lights around Su Chuan, becoming more and more fierce, turning into a thunder sword ready to stab at Su Chuan at any time.
Looking at the thunder sword that was about to move, Su Chuan stretched out a finger, and a sword also appeared above his finger, but the sword emitted bursts of light, as if it was the king of the sword.
Wei Qingyang no longer hesitated, and let out a loud shout, and those thunder swords stabbed at Su Chuan one after another.
Su Chuan thrust the lightsaber out of the ground, shaking out a thousand rays of light, which was particularly prominent on Kunlun Mountain at night.
Ten thousand rays of light shattered those thunder swords, Wei Qingyang couldn't see it well, and quickly used his true qi to strengthen the power of the thunder sword.
But no matter how Wei Qingyang used his true qi, as long as those thunder swords were directly shattered after being summoned by the Ten Thousand Rays of Light, they had no power to resist.
When the Wanzhang light beckoned in front of Wei Qingyang, it stopped, and then Su Chuan shook it, and the Wanzhang light disappeared.
Wei Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood violently, half-squatting, just now because of using too much true qi, Wei Qingyang, who had already stepped into the grave with half a foot, looked even weaker.
Su Chuan immediately ran forward and helped Wei Qingyang up.
Wei Qingyang looked at Su Chuan embarrassedly and smiled helplessly.
"I didn't expect you to be so strong! I'm relieved to hand over Xiaolong to you!"
Su Chuan quickly mobilized his true qi and prepared to heal Wei Qingyang, who had exhausted his true qi, and just as Su Chuan was about to heal Wei Qingyang, Wei Qingyang stopped Su Chuan.
"It's useless, I've died without regrets, Senior Su, thank you, I finally fell into your hands, and I can leave with peace of mind!"
"Why did you give up, don't you want to watch Xiaolong carry forward Kunlun Mountain step by step?"
Su Chuan wanted to save Wei Qingyang, but Wei Qingyang refused.
"Senior Su, don't waste these true qi on me, a waste person, although it's a pity that I can't watch Xiaolong carry forward Kunlun Mountain, but I will bless him in the sky, please Senior Su, help me say sorry to Xiaolong!"
After speaking, Wei Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became weaker and weaker.
Looking at Wei Qingyang, who was dying, Su Chuan also sighed helplessly, there was no way to help Wei Qingyang in his heart.
Wei Qingyang, who only had a few breaths, looked around Kunlun Mountain, and there seemed to be a lot of reluctance in his eyes, so he could only take a few more looks, for fear that he would not take a good look before leaving.
"Senior Su, thank you, thank you, please, your, matter, trouble you!"
After saying the last word, Wei Qingyang was already lifeless, and his head drooped.
Su Chuan shook Wei Qingyang twice, and found that Wei Qingyang was dead, and sighed helplessly, he didn't expect that although he knew that Wei Qingyang would die, he never thought that he would die in his own hands.
Su Chuan put Wei Qingyang lying down, then dug a pit on Kunlun Mountain, put Wei Qingyang in it, and buried it.
In front of this tomb, Su Chuan put a sign that read "Tomb of Wei Qingyang".
Looking at Wei Qingyang's tomb, Su Chuan bowed deeply, and his eyes also showed a faint sadness, and a generation of grandmasters left like this.
Before leaving, Su Chuan also looked at Kunlun Mountain, shook his head, and went straight down the mountain, maybe for Su Chuan, he was this pathetic person.
Su Chuan didn't go back in a hurry, he walked very slowly, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.
The spiritual guy back then is also gone today, maybe he looked down on these, Su Chuan didn't feel too sad, just a little uncomfortable, he didn't expect Wei Qingyang to go so fast, and he was walking by his side, which made Su Chuan's heart very uncomfortable.
Su Chuan, who was in an uncomfortable mood, didn't know where to go for a while, and originally wanted to go to the Longguo Hotel to find Lu Qianqian for a few drinks, but thinking that it was getting late now, Zhou Yutong and Su Wanwan at home were waiting for him, so he walked home.
Su Chuan walked to the door of the house with an uncomfortable mood, and when he saw that the lights were still on inside, he walked in.
When I entered the house, I found that Zhou Yutong was sitting on the sofa and waiting for him to come back, so he sat next to Zhou Yutong.
Zhou Yutong looked at Su Chuan, who looked uncomfortable, and wondered what was wrong with Su Chuan, so he asked, "What's wrong with you, why are you so unhappy when you go out?"
"Nothing!"
Su Chuan shook his head and signaled that he was fine.
But the expression on Su Chuan's face had betrayed him, and the more Zhou Yutong looked at it, the more wrong it became, but Su Chuan didn't say anything, and he had nothing to do, so he could only change his way to comfort Su Chuan.
"Would you like to have some wine, so it feels better?"
Hearing Zhou Yutong's words, Su Chuan nodded, maybe he didn't have to be so uncomfortable with some wine.