There was silence in front of the main hall, except for the "crackling" sound of flames burning.

In just a few words, the middle-aged man has undoubtedly revealed his identity.

The Great Song Dynasty military god who rose like lightning on Kyushu and fell as quickly as a meteor was short-lived.

Conquer and win, create countless legends, and attract countless girls to dream.

His name is an era.

In that era, all the strong people in the world were lost, and only white horses and silver guns remained.

His name is Guo Yi.

"It's still the same." Li Ran, who appeared at some point, pulled Guo Yu out of the pit, he looked at the familiar figure, and said with a smile: "If you don't pretend to be a comparison before you start, he will feel uncomfortable."

No matter what, seeing his unscrupulous father, Guo Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Even if the opponent is an unprecedented holy realm, Guo Yu inexplicably feels that his father will not lose.

While being helped down by Li Ran, he grinned at the back of the man standing with a gun in front of him: "Don't be embarrassed in front of your son!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand without looking back.

In this already shattered land, two middle-aged men of similar age and also dressed in ordinary cloth clothes looked at each other quietly without saying a word.

After a long time, Zhao Wenqi said softly: "It's been a long time, the god of war."

"It's been a long time."

The middle-aged man sighed, "It's been so long that many of my brothers have died."

"Battle?"

"Fight."

"Good, good, good!"

Three good words in a row fully revealed Zhao Wenqi's mood at this time.

He didn't know how long he had been waiting for this day.

In the past twenty years, there has been no one who can make him fight quickly.

He is invincible. Invincible, the most lonely.

Burning with the surging battle intent that he had never had even when facing the three grandmasters, Zhao Wenqi raised his hand, and the sword intent was awe-inspiring.

"Right here, continue the battle of Qi An, Guo Yi!"

The sword rises.

Thousands of flying snow were rolled up, and magnificent sword light shot out.

"Stinky boy, you're watching."

Guo Yi held the lower end of the general's order with his right hand, "Greetings, that's how it is used!" ”

At the moment when the sword light flew, Guo Yu raised the silver spear in his hand and smashed it down.

"Boom!!"

The sword light suddenly dissipated, and in front of Guo Yibai's shot, the powerful sword qi was so fragile.

The snow within a few feet shook from the ground, the ground also became shattered, and a deep pit that could almost accommodate a hundred people appeared in front of everyone.

In the midst of the snow and dust, the cold light rises again.

Zhao Wenqi, who bypassed the deep pit, picked up a thousand zhang of sword light, and slashed down with a sword against Guo Yi, who was rushing towards him.

This sword actually directly divided the flying snow between heaven and earth into two sections, and all of them swung away.

And in the face of this sword that seemed to open the world, Guo Yi put forward the general's order, and swung out a silver-white spear arc that was already invisible.

Hundred battles

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The sword light collided with the spear arc, and the entire palace shook.

"Boom!"

The snow swept and the dust was shaken, and even the fire in the palace was dimmed in an instant.

Without the slightest pause, the two of them, who had slipped backwards for several feet, rushed towards each other again.

From time to time, the general's order and the sky clashed together, and each time, it caused a violent shock in the palace.

"Turtle turtle, this is too ruthless."

Looking at the father who was on par with the powerhouses of the Holy Realm, Guo Yu couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

is also a hundred battles, and he can draw a small arc a few feet long, how can it become a large arc several feet long in the hands of his father?

My own dad is so terrifying?!

"Bell!!"

With the collision of sword light and gun, the two people who fought separated again.

Zhao Wenqi glanced at his rough cloth coat that had a big hole in it, and said, "Half-saint?"

"Yes, I didn't think that I hadn't done it in the past twenty years, but the martial arts realm has improved a lot."

Guo Yi pinched his wrist: "If I hadn't grown at all, how would I come to find a place now?"

In fact, Guo Yi was not surprised at all that he could achieve a half-saint.

After reaching the realm of the grandmaster, martial arts cultivation is no longer of much use, and it is more about cultivating the mind.

In the past twenty years, Zhao Wenqi has sharpened his sword heart with the world's masters, and he can finally achieve the half-saint realm by relying on that invincible state of mind.

And Guo Yi, after suddenly unloading the burden, lived an ordinary life of tea, rice, oil and salt. Returning to the basics, he was also able to break through to the semi-saint realm with an open-minded mind.

The road is simple, and the different paths are the same. Cultivating martial arts is cultivating the path, and cultivating the path is cultivating the mind.

If the state of mind is there, the road can be completed.

Guo Yi raised his eyes and looked at the sword of luck above Zhao Wenqi's head, which had sunk less.

Every time Zhao Wenqi made a move, he was closer to death.

And that sword of luck can not only take his life, but also suppress his strength.

Otherwise, even if he is in the semi-saint realm, Zhao Wenqi in the face of the saint realm may not be able to withstand a few moves, where will he fight back and forth like now.

As for the situation he is facing, Zhao Wenqi is very clear.

But he still kept mobilizing the qi in his body.

With his left foot on the ground, the sky turned into cold light, like thunder.

Zhao Wenqi, who had the sword of luck on his head but didn't care about it at all, shot with all his strength again.

At the same time, Guo Yi also stepped down suddenly, and he jumped out of his body, and handed the general order straight forward.

The earth trembled.

The momentum of the brave spear continued to move forward, and the sound of horses' hooves echoed inexplicably around.

Under the battle, the spear was like thousands of iron horses, charging forward without fear of death.

The sword light collided in the iron cavalry array, although the iron cavalry dissipated one after another, and then the Gangqi iron cavalry in the rear still couldn't help but rush forward to kill.

"Bang!"

Gang Qi exploded, sword light and iron

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"Why, is there only such a degree of being the first in the world?!"

Guo Yi stepped forward, raised the general's order and pulled it forward.

An incomparably brilliant silver light suddenly appeared, and everything seemed to be eclipsed in front of it.

However, soon, a brilliant sword light rose into the sky, not far behind.

"Bell!!"

The silver light retreated, and the sword light dissipated.

"That's what I should say."

Raising his hand and waving a sword, Zhao Wenqi said softly: "If you only have this level, I will wait for the past twenty years in vain."

"Yo, it scared the hell out of me."

Twisting his body to avoid Zhao Wenqi's attack, and at the same time raising his foot to jump over the ravine that was cut by his sword more than ten zhang long, Guo Yi grinned and said: "You are not only a martial arts master, but you are also good at bragging, this bull is more bragging than bragging, and you are about to catch up with my son."

Zhao Wenqi snorted coldly, and his breath was raised.

He raised his right hand and slapped it forward with a sharp slam in the sky.

"Bang!"

It was as if it had been smashed by a sledgehammer, and the ground in front of it was completely dented.

Guo Yi, who was able to dodge, raised his eyebrows, if he was hit this time, even he was afraid that he would have to lose half his life.

Even with the suppression of Heavenly Dao, Zhao Wenqi still dared to use such a fierce attack.

Without looking at the Sword of Luck that was getting closer and closer to his Heavenly Spirit Gai, the momentum on Zhao Wenqi's body became stronger and stronger, and he said in a deep voice: "The next sword, it won't deviate any more."

"It seems that if I hide it again, it will be a little too uninteresting."

Guo Yi raised his left hand and gently brushed the general's order, "I have also realized two tricks over the years, and I still don't know how powerful it is, so I will try your hand for the first time in the world today." ”

The qi machine is circulating, the true qi is swirling, the breath is constantly climbing, the silver gun exudes a strange resentment, and Guo Yi's eyes inexplicably appear a touch of loneliness.

Feeling the strong momentum on Guo Yi's body, a glimmer of light flashed in Zhao Wenqi's eyes, and the sky in his hand was raised too high.

The look in Guo Yi's eyes became more and more intense.

In fact, at the beginning, there were only three moves in the horse marksmanship.

Twenty years ago, he was invincible all over the world by virtue of entering the battle, fighting a hundred battles and worshipping three shots.

At the beginning of Qi'an, he also used the general to fight with Zhao Wenqi to lose both.

As for the remaining two formulas, they were added later.

And this fourth form of Rongma was realized by Guo Yi after experiencing the siege of Qizhou.

Zhao Wenqi's long sword fell.

A giant sword almost the size of the sword of luck, condensed from the condensation of the qi, fell from the sky.

At this moment, Guo Yi stepped out.

With a very complicated face, he stabbed the general order in his hand upward, and in that terrible whistling sound, he went straight to the giant sword.

It was a shot that exuded a strong resentment.

It seems to be unwilling, it seems to hate, and it seems to curse.

It's full of resentment.

Rong horse marksmanship, the fourth type, success.

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