On the capital, Xuanwu Gate.

Two dragons poured out from the hands of the gray-clothed old man and rushed towards the general with a magnificent momentum.

The general pressed his hands on the dragon's head, and suddenly he was magnificent, and suddenly pressed down.

Press the faucet!

With a loud bang, the two dragons were suddenly smashed into the ground, like two old cows drinking water by the river, the stupid one was planted in the water, the huge dragon body was winding and rugged, smashed on the ground, the light and the wind and rain gradually dissipated, and disappeared.

The general stood with his hands in his hands, there was no emotion in his eyes, he just quietly looked at the gray-clothed old man who stayed within a hundred zhang of the capital.

The old man in gray smiled casually, one hand in front, one hand in the back, both hands Tai Chi pushed his hand, close to the circle, a thin mirror was formed on his chest, with a flick of his fingers, a circle of ripples was formed on the mirror, the ripples were agitated to the edge, reflected back, and the circles were superimposed on each other, indescribably mysterious and magical.

"The general's combat power is the first in the world, and he has strong luck, the old slave is just a thief who steals the way of heaven, and he is about to die when he leaves the capital, and he is not angry, but the way the old slave steals his luck is very different, and it is difficult to get the means of immortality, in the past, the old slave was afraid of violating the way of heaven, and he was afraid of the punishment of the way of heaven, and then he knew in his heart that the avenue was vast, some people took the broad road, and some people made their clothes, but the world needs people like the old slave to walk out of a rugged and winding path."

The gray-clothed old man spoke mysteriously and mysteriously, and the clarity of the mirror on his chest was disturbed by the ripples, becoming chaotic, and then reaching an extreme and becoming clear again, as if it was hurriedly flowing by flowing water. Repeatedly, the mirror slowly moved forward, and a pear blossom branch stretched out from the mirror. Like a pear blossom with a few brushstrokes on a landscape splashed ink painting, it is ethereal and hazy, abstract and concrete.

The pear blossom branches are weathered, the dark dead branches are dotted with a little water droplets, the ripples of water on the mirror surface continue to moisten the pear blossom branches, and a delicate and swaying pear blossom from budding to growth, from budding to blooming. From anger to withering, the cycle of life is vividly revealed.

That pear blossom represents time, representing the cycle of heaven and glory of one year old and one withering!

The Big Dipper Seven Star Array of Shushan Sword Pavilion, Fan Heming's square inch space, and Kobayashi Koichi's Lotus Bureau are all independent worlds with their own rules. They can control the rules, but the mountain of the Great General is too high for their world to tolerate, and the high mountains have broken through the clouds. The general crushed the past with strong strength.

And the mysterious old man in gray who has no name and no surname in front of him has found another way. Use the time corresponding to space to fight against the Great General.

The pear blossom slowly walked forward, came to the general's side, swayed more and more delicately, and then lightly touched the general's chest, and the pear blossom decayed rapidly, taking away time.

The general's body began to age, and wrinkles slowly crept up on his handsome face, and the shadowy aging made him unable to open his eyes. The armor on his body rusted and decayed as if it had been eroded over the years. The pieces cracked, then turned into powder, and fell with the wind.

Aging is a fate that no one can escape, and anyone can only bow down in the face of time.

The pear blossoms have come to an end, and everything has settled.

The mirror began to retreat, the pear blossom began to retract, the aging general had closed his eyes, his breath became extremely weak, and the South China knife was tied around his waist, screaming sadly, and he was lifeless.

The gray-clothed old man seemed to be a little unbearable, sighing slightly, he thought that he had gone through a long time and looked down on life and death, but when the general in front of him went away with the wind, there were some fluctuations in Gu Jing's unbroken state of mind.

Xiahou Xiangyang is right, he is indeed selfish when he appears to block, the perfect world that Xiahou Xiangyang wants to sketch makes him feel uncertain danger in his heart, it seems that in that world where everyone is equal, there will be no strong and strong, there will be no upheaval, but there is no meaning of the existence of people like him at all, so he wants to appear and appear in front of the Xuanwu Gate to block the world's first.

Above the city, the second prince, whose hands were clenched tightly and his nails had sunk into flesh and blood, suddenly exhaled a long breath, everything was over, everything was finally over.

But Lin Wan'er, who was standing on the side, felt a sense of suffocation, a kind of sadness welled up from her heart, it was difficult to suppress, she felt sad for the general, and she was also sad for the loss of such a dreamer in the world.

The old man in gray turned his head and slowly walked towards Shangjing, but the next moment he suddenly paused, although his face was covered, his eyes already showed a look of shock.

The old and breathless general suddenly stretched out an arm, holding the pear blossom tightly with both hands, the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death continued, the decaying pear blossom branch bathed in the spring breeze again, and a weak flower sprouted.

The general was also like bathing in a spring breeze, the wrinkles on his face began to fade, and the vitality crawled back into his body from now on.

But the pear blossoms will still decay and will still wither.

But at the moment when the pear blossoms were at their most luxuriant, the general suddenly clenched the pear blossom branches, and time seemed to be choked by the neck, and stopped in an instant.

The rejuvenated general grabbed the pear blossom steadily, pulled it hard, and pulled the pear blossom branch that was about to return to the mirror surface, and the mirror ripples rippled again, and the active clear water continued to moisten the pear blossom, against the general.

The general's expression was silent, and with a cold snort, the entire pear blossom branch was pulled out, and it fell into countless powders and fell to the ground.

The old man in gray looked solemn and was busy recalling the magical mirror.

After the general pulled out the pear blossom, he clenched his fist with one hand, and smashed it on the mirror with a bang, the heavens and the earth were shaken, and a huge roar rippled, and the water waves above the mirror rippled again, but the next moment, a cracking sound sounded in the air, the mirror was torn apart, and the body of the old man in gray trembled, stunned.

The general's hand penetrated through the mirror, and he continued to move forward, smashing firmly on the chest of the gray-clothed old man.

The gray-clothed old man flew out upside down, and the whole person smashed on the gate of Shangjing City, and the huge city gate was smashed out of a human-shaped hole. With the smoke and dust flying, the figure of the old man suddenly disappeared.

There was silence in front of the city gate, and the unbelievable battle just now was beyond everyone's comprehension. Lin Wan'er has seen the magic of the civil strife in the Xiliang Palace, and several major battles are thrilling, but compared to today. It's a small thing.

I don't know how long it took, the gray-clothed old man slowly walked out of the city gate, different from the calm and relaxed at the beginning, the old man was slightly tired: "It is worthy of being a great general, the old slave couldn't hurt the slightest bit with a move in the mirror, but was shattered by the general's punch, but the old slave was still within a hundred zhang of the capital." So it's still the old slave who has a better chance of winning. ”

Within a hundred zhang, he considered himself invincible.

The old man in gray stood within a hundred zhang, and the general stood outside a hundred zhang. It seems to have really verified the old man's speculation that the general did not dare to step into the capital city.

"You are invincible within a hundred zhang?" The general said lightly, and the next moment a smile appeared on Furui Bubo's face: "It's just a joke." ”

As soon as the words fell, the general was already flying under his feet. In an instant, he entered the capital city within a hundred zhang.

Within a hundred zhang is the world of the old man in gray. This world is different from the square circle with other people's own rules, but a piece of heaven and earth that the old man borrowed from the sky, this world is integrated into the vast world, no matter how high the mountain of the general is, it still has to exist in this heaven and earth.

The old man is the master of this heaven and earth, so he said that it was heavy, and every time the general got up and lifted his feet, he weighed a thousand catties, and he spoke slowly. The general's movements were three points slower.

Indeed, as he said, he was invincible within a hundred feet.

But the next moment. The old man's face showed panic, and the general's body only paused, and then it was as fast as the wind again, and came to him in an instant.

The old man's exposed eyes narrowed, and he smashed all of them on his chest without hesitation, and with the collapse of the sternum, as if time stood still for a moment, and some kind of confinement and seal were completely opened.

A stream of golden brilliance bloomed from the body of the gray-clothed old man, the golden light flowed, and the seemingly thin body suddenly rose in the wind, reaching an unbelievable three-zhang golden body, like a mortal immortal in the heavenly court, majestic and inviolable.

Lin Wan'er was speechless in shock, she had seen this kind of scene before, in the Xiliang Palace, Sima Qi, who had absorbed the luck of the jade seal of the previous dynasty, was shining with this golden light, and the old man in gray at this time was many times stronger than Sima Qi at that time.

The general came to the gray-clothed old man, his body suddenly rose high, and his hands clenched into fists and struck at the golden giant.

The old man in gray raised his hands in front of his chest and chose to take them hard.

There was a loud roar, and smoke and dust billowed out, drowning the figures of the two men.

The next moment, the general's figure retreated violently, withdrew from the smoke and dust, withdrew a hundred feet away, and landed lightly with his feet, but the thunder rolled under his feet, cracking inch by inch, and the earth broke to form a huge spider web.

And where the smoke and dust were flying, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and a majestic aura stirred up around the gray-clothed old man, revealing the body of the golden giant.

The golden giant bent his legs, and the knee of one leg had already smashed into the ground, smashing a big hole: "Come again!" ”

The voice was empty, and it came from above the heavenly court.

The general flashed and came behind the golden giant, and smashed out with a fist in his left hand.

Every breath and movement within a hundred zhang was within the senses of the gray-clothed old man, and at the moment when the general clenched his fist, he had already turned around and punched out, meeting the general's fist in the air.

The general drew the South China knife in his right hand and swung it from top to bottom, and a three-zhang knife slashed out, heartily.

The golden giant was not afraid, holding the sky with one hand, the thunder in the sky was rolling, and there was a purple thunder that ran through the sky and the earth from the sky, one section of the purple thunder was in the sky, and the other end was in the hands of the golden giant.

Tianwei Haomiao, use the purple thunder from the sky as a weapon!

The general's sword gang and the gray-clothed old man's purple thunder met in the air, the two ate and bit together, the violent aura scattered, and finally the two collided with each other.

The general retreated, the old man in gray also retreated, and as soon as the two of them stood still, they hedged at the same time.

The general held the knife with both hands and swept towards the gray-clothed old man, this was the first time the general held the knife with both hands, and his breath soared.

The three-zhang golden giant transformed by the gray-clothed old man ran wildly at his feet, the golden light was shining, the sound of the earth roaring continuously, and the two purple thunders in his left and right hands were like sharp spears.

The two met in a hundred feet of the capital, and the momentum of the gray-clothed old man was still strong, and the aura of the general had also climbed to the top.

Fast as thunder, strong wind and grass, the two passed by, and then stopped at the same time.

The general has entered within 100 zhang, and the golden giant has left the capital for 100 zhang.

The general covered his mouth with one hand, blood spilled from between his fingers, and a dull coughing sound came out, which was particularly harsh, and suddenly the general fell to the ground on one knee, holding the knife in one hand to support the ground, and then stopped his body.

The golden giant slowly turned around with two purple thunders in his hand, and stepped into the range of a hundred zhang, but as soon as he raised his giant feet, a golden light erupted from his neck, and the two purple thunders broke off in response.

Those golden brilliance can't be stopped like blood, the golden giant covered his neck with his hand, but a hole suddenly exploded from the ****, followed by the back, and then the arm, countless golden optical fibers shot out from the giant's body, and a bright light bloomed.

Everyone couldn't help but cover their eyes, and when the brilliance gradually died out, the figure of the old man in gray appeared, and the black cloth on his face had become powder, but the blood on his body had blurred his face, and he still couldn't see the old man's honor clearly.

The general slowly stood up, adjusted his internal breath, and passed by the old man in gray who was covered in blood: "Invincible within a hundred zhang? It's really just a joke. ”

The gray-clothed old man's eyes were blank, and he smiled bitterly, it was indeed just a joke, and the next moment, his body began to collapse, and the gray-clothed old man at this time seemed to be suffocated, unable to absorb a little air.

The general slapped his palm on the back of the gray-clothed old man, and the old man's body glided around the body of the unknown age, and came to the city of Shangjing within a hundred zhang, the entire Shangjing City was glorious, nourishing the gray-clothed old man, and the old man was also like breathing fresh air, gasping for breath, and within a hundred zhang was his territory.

Looking at the back of the general, the gray-clothed old man spit out a word of thanks.

The general turned a deaf ear and faced the 6,000 Zhenbei Army of Xuanwumen: "Everyone is born equal, everyone can go to school, everyone can be clothed and fed, the old man has struggled all his life, only for this vision, although he has died nine times and still has no regrets!" ”

The voice was loud and full of energy, echoing throughout Shangjing, heard by the people of Shangjing, and heard by the Zhenbei army besieging Shangjing.

"General, general, general......" The Zhenbei Army called out to the general, resounding in the sky.

The general raised his hand high, and the entire Zhenbei army was silent for a moment, quietly listening to the general's order.

"Siege!"

The general suddenly lowered his arm, and the Zhenbei army attacked the city from the four gates.

(The plot I want to write has also been written, but why do I feel that there is something less, what is less, I always feel that the battle between the general and the old man in gray is purely a battle, and the move lacks emotion, the general's knife swing should contain the feelings of the world's melancholy, and the purple thunder of the old man in gray should have the unpredictable indifference and grandeur of providence, this feeling seems to be not written thoroughly, and it is itchy across the boots, not very happy.) (To be continued.) )