Chapter 13 Heaven is indisputable, forever falling into reincarnation!

The Continent of Gods and Demons, the master of the Mahayana sect is a big competition.

On the stage, a young man in a blue shirt spat scarlet, the sword in his hand was cut off, and he was half-kneeling on the ground.

In front of him, a young man in white, handsome, with a face like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, was Fang Ding.

On his face, there was no joy or sorrow, and he looked at all this indifferently, as if he should have taken it for granted.

"Why? Why! I have cultivated hard just to defeat you and surpass you. However, after all these years, you are like a mountain that can never be overcome! ”

"Beginner Dabi, I'm defeated by you! From then on, you will become a personal disciple, and I can only become an inner disciple! ”

"After that day, I practiced day and night, every time the sect went out on a mission, I wandered on the edge of life and death, sparing no effort, just to consolidate every step of my cultivation to an unprecedented height!"

"Finally, within three years, the disciples of the Jindan realm competed, and I fought all the way to the finals. However, I found that at this time I was only qualified to challenge the true disciples. ”

"You don't even have to go through the qualifiers to go straight to the finals."

"Although I am unwilling in my heart, I will not complain, let alone ask why. Because I know that the world is not fair. ”

"When you are stronger than others, others will reason with you. When your strength is lower than others, no one will reason with you. ”

"The real truth is my fist and my sword!"

"But, Jindan Dabi, I'm still defeated! In the entry competition, I lost after a hundred moves; Jindan Dabi, it only took ten moves, and I flew out upside down, unconscious. ”

"It took me a month before I recovered. At that moment, all my faith collapsed, and my cultivation did not advance but retreated, and I stagnated. Even, from the inner door was demoted to the outer door disciple. ”

"Once reduced to a laughing stock among the inner disciples. I don't even have the courage to confront you. Until, I went out to look for opportunities by myself, died nine times a life, and finally got the ancient inheritance. ”

"I thought that you would definitely be defeated this time, but I will never be able to step over your mountain. It's as if every time I ascend to one realm, you will ascend two more realms than I do. ”

"Although I know that the true disciple has endless resources, although I have been defeated to you again and again, I still don't accept it, I will surpass you sooner or later!"

After speaking, the blue-shirted young man looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and fainted.

This is the second day talent in the Fang Ding Sect that is second only to him, Eagle Wushuang.

The picture turned and came to the wind and thunder platform.

On the wind and thunder platform, the hurricane howled, destroying the mountains, and a huge wind tornado, sweeping the heavens and the earth, filling the sand and dust, covering the sky and the sun.

There are also blue and purple two-color thunder, like ten thousand chains, chaining heaven and earth, lying between heaven and earth, blowing out one space black hole after another.

Fang Ding still has no sorrow or joy.

At that time, he didn't understand why some people just wouldn't give up.

In front of him is the Holy Son of the Holy Land of Wind and Thunder, the Son of Wind and Thunder.

Similarly, like Eagle Mushuang, he was half-kneeling on the ground.

The power of the wind and thunder vajra in his hand was already uncontrollable, and the violent energy burst out from the pestle, no less than the hurricane and thunder on the wind and thunder platform.

Fang Ding asked lightly, "You have challenged me no less than a hundred times, and each time you have failed. Do you know that between you and me, like a grasshopper shaking a tree, you can't be my opponent? ”

A hint of loneliness flashed in Feng Leizi's expression, how could he not understand such a fact.

But is he willing?

"No!" The wind and thunder were full of hideousness, and the wind and thunder pestle in his hand slammed heavily on the ground, within a radius of several hundred zhang, and cracked inch by inch.

"You and I, and call the gods and demons continent peerless double pride! They are also known as the two most gifted geniuses in the Gods and Demons Continent in the past million years. ”

"But you and I are different."

"You are a natural spirit treasure Dao body! Being born means that without cultivating, you will also be able to attain the supreme supreme supreme beings of the heavens. ”

"But I, since I was born, have been all the meridians and all the qualifications, but I don't accept my fate. Therefore, if others cultivate for one hour, I will cultivate for ten hours. ”

"For others to cultivate, a spirit stone is sufficient. I cultivated, and I didn't have the resources, so I went to the Beast King Valley to kill the demon beast alone, and I died for a lifetime, and I used ten times the spirit stones of others to cultivate. ”

"You were born with a dragon and a phoenix, born with a vision. He was also accepted as a personal disciple by the first sect of the Gods and Demons Continent, and he has been a true genius since he was a child. ”

"And I, from a small nominal disciple who survived secretly, to now, step by step, defeated one Tianjiao after another, and became the Holy Son of the Wind Thunder Sect. I typed it out myself. It can be said that in the Gods and Demons Continent, any person, with qualifications and talents, will not be worse than me. ”

"I have more than them, only a heart that does not accept fate and is unwilling to admit defeat."

"What I want is not just the false name of the Wind and Thunder Holy Son. Under the avenue, there are ants. What I want is to compete for creation. Since cultivation provides us with the opportunity to compete for creation and control our own destiny, then I will not give up. ”

"Today, my Wind and Thunder Holy Son, Qin Wuyang, was defeated by you for the one hundred and forty-ninth time, and next time, I will defeat you."

"If it doesn't work next time, then next time."

"Even if you enter the Tao in this life, you will die, and if you enter reincarnation, there will be another life. Life after life, there is always a life, surpassing you, defeating you, and then stepping into the avenue! ”

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Ying Wushuang, Qin Wuyang, Fang Ding's opponent in his previous life.

However, as his cultivation continued to improve, Fang Ding gradually left them behind. The two of them are Tianjiao, geniuses in the eyes of ordinary monks.

But compared to Fang Ding, they seemed very small.

Eagle Wushuang, every time he crosses a realm, he will challenge Fang Ding once, and he will lose again and again.

Qin Wuyang, the Holy Son of Wind and Thunder, every time he crossed a small realm, he would fight under the Wind Thunder Stage, challenge Fang Ding, and he was also defeated again and again.

However, after each failure, the next time, they will become stronger, and the shortcomings will be completely compensated.

In the previous life, Fang Ding was dedicated to cultivation and didn't understand why they were so persistent. Everyone's luck is different.

It's even a world of difference!

He has seen that there are some ordinary people who are born with all their meridians and cannot cultivate.

And some people are born with extraordinary talents, and when they step into cultivation, they are like a dragon entering water, and they can easily reach a very high and profound realm.

In his previous life, he would only feel the injustice of heaven and the impermanence of fate, and he would only look at everything in the world with a cold eye, because he believed that no matter how much the ants struggled, they would be ants after all.

It's like a grasshopper shaking a tree and hitting a stone with an egg, and it is impossible to succeed.

But now he understands.

He is now, he is Ying Wushuang, he is Qin Wuyang. Hongjun Taoist is his Fang Ding.

What he wants to do is to be like the two of them, keep challenging, and keep breaking through himself.

Even if you think it's a grasshopper shaking a tree, so what?

Heaven is impermanent, and if you fight, the winner is unpredictable. However, if you don't fight, it will inevitably be the Tao that will disappear and die, and you will fall into reincarnation forever!