Two middle-aged men who had not been able to tell the winner twenty years ago stood quietly in the snow.

Blood flowed down his body and spread on the ground.

Zhao Wenqi pulled the corners of his mouth, "This time, the winner was finally decided." ”

Guo Yi put away the silver gun and was silent.

"This battle is really exciting."

Zhao Wenqi, who was cut by Guo Yi with a huge wound on his chest, smiled: "I lost."

"No, I'm the one who lost."

Guo Yi shook his head and said, "Just because you dare to cross that hurdle, you are already a hundred times better than me."

"Only those who survive deserve to be winners. Even if there is a Heavenly Dao suppression, I am indeed a holy realm, and it is also a fact that I failed to defeat you as a demi-saint, you don't need to deny it. ”

Guo Yi was silent.

Zhao Wenqi, who was pierced by the sword of luck and had a dead face, raised his head and looked at the two armies of Song Yong in the distance: "Twenty years ago, there were only two grandmasters in the world, you and me, and even entering the realm of power was pitiful, and Kyushu at that time was really boring."

"Now that martial arts wizards are emerging in an endless stream, they can no longer be counted on two hands, and there are many people in the Grandmaster Realm and those who are expected to reach the Grandmaster Realm."

"Ling Lang, and the two boys of Yongguo, and... As long as these young people are given some time, they will inevitably shine on the road of martial arts in the future. ”

"In the near future, the world's martial arts will usher in an era of shining stars, and that kind of Kyushu can be called wonderful."

"It's a pity that I can't see it." Zhao Wenqi said with some regret: "After practicing swords all my life, the thought of not being able to hold a sword anymore is really a bit unpleasant."

"Push forward for five hundred years, push back for five hundred years, the only one who can enter the saint and dare to enter the saint above Kyushu is you Zhao Wenqi."

Guo Yi said in a rather sincere tone: "For a thousand years, whether it is the way of the sword or the realm, you are the first person worthy of the name in Kyushu."

"Are you comforting me?"

"No, it's just the truth."

"When you play against people, you do everything you can to praise them."

Zhao Wenqi laughed: "Guo Yi, Guo Yi, you are really interesting."

"You're not bad, if it weren't for some things, you and I wouldn't be able to become some kind of hypocritical friends."

"Friends of all kinds?"

This word is a little unfamiliar to Zhao Wenqi, who has never had any friends in his life, he was stunned, and then shook his head and smiled: "Even if you are a friend, it is better to be an opponent."

Guo Yi couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

Yes, people like Zhao Wenqi have an opponent who can fight with all their might, and it is enough.

"No matter what you think, I treat you as a friend."

Guo Yi grinned and said, "So, my friend, can you tell me something that has bothered me for a long time?"

Zhao Wenqi's face was strange: "I'm going to die now, and you still want to ask questions?" Guo Yi, are you fucking human? ”

"Waste recycling."

“……”

For Guo Yi's straightforwardness, Zhao Wen

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Qi is not annoyed at all.

After all, things have come to this point, and all emotions seem very redundant.

"Ask, ask, I probably have some time left."

"You are really a good person, don't worry, I will remember you, when you die, I will definitely burn some paper money for you during the New Year's holidays, so that you can have money to spend, drink wine, and have a girl below..."

“… I won't be able to hold it if you grind for a while. ”

"Ahem, back to business."

Guo Yi's face was straight: "The siege of Qizhou and Lu Zhao's rebellion must have been guided by one person."

These things have always been Guo Yi's heart disease.

It is true that whether it is the head of the Zhuge family or Zhang Liangyuan, Zhiluo is the best in the world. But they alone will never be able to do that seamlessly.

Zhao Wenqi nodded.

"Who's that man?"

Zhao Wenqi replied without concealment: "My master."

"You... Master? ”

Guo Yi never knew that Zhao Wenqi had a master, and after hearing this answer suddenly, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Who is your master?"

"I can't say that." Zhao Wenqi said with a smile: "I can't do anything about deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors."

"You're dying, what's there to taboo?"

“… Guo Yi, I still have the strength of a sword. ”

"How can you force your brother to do this, that's not like words, if you don't say it, you won't say it."

Zhao Wenqi glanced at the middle-aged man with a hippie smile in front of him with great disdain.

That's it, and the white horse and silver gun are unparalleled in the world?

All the women in Kyushu were blind.

Guo Yi scratched his head and continued to ask: "The name is not good, then he can always tell me the purpose of doing this."

"That's fine."

Zhao Wenqi replied: "All this is all for the sake of punishing the sky."

"Zhutian? What's that? Have you been stupid by that sword of luck, why are you talking nonsense? ”

Zhao Wenqi silently clenched the hilt of his sword.

"You go on."

Zhao Wenqi pursed his lips and continued: "Although it is said to be a punishment of the sky, it is actually just to kill a person."

"Heaven is a person? Is your master's code name? ”

"It's not a code name, it's heaven, it's heaven."

"What the hell did Jiedu say, it's a human being, and it's a heaven..."

Guo Yi couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Forget it, just say who it is, you can always say this..."

Halfway through the words, Guo Yi couldn't help but widen her eyes.

On the top of Zhao Wenqi's head, I don't know when dozens of swords of Gang Qi were condensed again.

Although it is only the size of an ordinary long sword, judging from the momentum emanating from it, these are undoubtedly swords of luck!

Before Guo Yi could speak, a long sword had already burst out.

"Huh!"

Zhao Wenqi waved his hand casually, and while swinging the sword of luck, the dead anger on his face became a little heavier.

"It seems that I can't say."

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Zhao Wenqi shrugged his shoulders and said to Guo Yi in front of him: "Time is not much, I still have something to do, let's say goodbye."

Countless swords of luck roared and flew in, and Zhao Wenqi had already left the place, and his body rushed straight forward.

Guo Yi, who had not yet figured out the situation, was stunned for a while.

Obviously, Zhao Wenqi is already going to die, why do he continue to descend the sword of luck.

In fact, he has much more than that.

Why do you have to endure the suppression of the Heavenly Dao after entering the Holy Realm, where does the sword of luck come from, is it true that there is a so-called heavenly punishment?

"It's fucking unscientific."

As soon as the words came out, Guo Yi suddenly thought of what had happened to him, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

That's right, it's all virtuous, and let's talk about the science of a hammer.

Guo Yi raised his head and took one last look at Zhao Wenqi's departing figure.

The grudges over the years have come to an end, but he doesn't feel any relaxed.

……

The Qi army, which had been suppressed for a long time, finally could not withstand the offensive of Song Yong's two armies, and the entire front was defeated.

The fire in the entire Qi Palace has been extinguished, and on the other side, his father seems to have defeated Zhao Wenqi.

Although he didn't know how he did it, Guo Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Not only him, but even Zhao Qingxuan, who has always been heartless, said with a sigh of relief now: "It's over, it's really enough twists and turns."

"yes."

Guo Yu smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect Qi Guo to come to such a hand in the end, and almost capsized in the gutter..."

"Report!"

While he was talking, a soldier hurriedly ran to Guo Yu and said, "Zhao Wenqi is rushing here, as if he is about to rush into battle!"

"What?!"

……

"Poof!"

One was accidentally pierced by the sword of luck, and Zhao Wenqi's figure staggered a little.

It was the first time he had been embarrassed.

The vitality in his body has long been wiped out by the original sword of luck, and the reason why Zhao Wenqi is still alive now is because of his strong realm and perseverance.

After the battle with Guo Yi, he has no regrets.

The reason why Zhao Wenqi is holding on at this moment is because he still has something to do.

"Poof!"

As his speed grew slower and slower, he was once again pierced through his chest by a flying sword.

The scarred, blood-stained man stubbornly advanced with his sword in hand.

Although his vision was a little blurry, he could barely see the Song-character banner fluttering in the wind and snow.

"Get out of the way!"

With a wave of sword qi in his hand, all the armor soldiers who were blocking in front of him collapsed, and Zhao Wenqi stepped into the Song army formation alone.

The speed of the flying sword is getting faster and faster.

A sword pierced into Zhao Wenqi's thigh, his steps were messy, but he was extremely firm.

A sword pierced into Zhao Wenqi's right shoulder, his body trembled, and he held the sword tighter.

The ancient sword screamed.

People are moving forward.

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