The gray nothingness was like a stream of hot oil, which was dripped into a few drops of cold water, and instantly boiled.

Nothingness erodes the little white flowers all over the mountains, like a storm, like thunder, like an infinite sea, to destroy these white flowers to death, ravaging them into slag.

The white flower swayed her weak body slightly, raising her head in the storm, in the thunder and lightning in the sky.

The small white flowers, although small, are tenacious and deeply rooted in the soil of the earth, and are full of vitality.

This is the power of life, the power of hope, and the power of love in the world.

This is the power of the flower full building.

He loves the world, he loves life, and he will never allow this nothingness that ignores a qiē to envelop the earth.

He also found his way.

The blood dragon, the green dragon, the phoenix, and even the Buddha statue seemed to be infused with the vitality of life, and suddenly became more powerful and upgraded.

The blood dragon is bright red, roaring in the sky, his beard is open, and the dragon is endless;

The fire phoenix hovers above the nine heavens, the flames are raging, burning the mountains and boiling the sea;

The golden Buddha's eyes were round, and his eyes were full of anger, and he had turned into a protector of the Dharma Jin Gang, casting demonic means;

The two little green dragons are like being in the ocean, and among the double dragons playing with pearls, there is already the image of a king;

The invasion of that void seems to have gradually slowed down with the addition of Hua Manlou, and even showed signs of subsiding.

At this moment, a cold snort came from the void.

Gong Jiu snorted.

There was no anger, no nervousness, and no desperate affection, just a simple snort.

The wind is blowing. The space began to crumble.

With a snapping sound, the first flower snapped.

The petals begin to turn yellow, wither, and gradually lose their vitality at a rate visible to the naked eye. It becomes charred and black, and finally becomes a cloud of flying ash.

Hua Manlou's breath stagnated, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person flew out upside down.

He seemed to be able to see that cracks appeared on the Buddha's face, and dragon scales and phoenix feathers flew down from the sky.

"Not bad, but not enough." Gong Jiu waved his hand casually. Holding the two small swords in his hands, his arm shook, and there were two soft sounds. Gongsun Auntie's double sword was broken into a section of broken iron.

He raised his hand, stretched out his fingers, and his fingertips were like swords, piercing the palm of the flowing years;

He and Lu Xiaofeng had a hard punch. The three fingers of Lu Xiaofeng's right fist have been broken;

He kicked the honest monk away.

Then he finally took a step back. Took a deep breath.

But now, three breaths have passed since the start of the war, and his sword is still at his waist, and his sword is still in its sheath.

Two sighs sounded at the same time, I don't know if it was for the two little green dragons who died, or for Gong Jiu's sword that was still in the sheath.

This is not a fair duel, facing such a master, whether you win or lose. It's all a pity.

But it's fair, hence the war today. Not a duel in essence, but a war.

In the midst of war and love, a qiē is fair.

As soon as Ye Gucheng's hand moved, the sword light had already flew! No one can describe the splendor and splendor of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword, which is not just a sword, but the wrath of Thor, a blow of lightning.

Such a brilliant, such a swift sword light has shrouded Gong Jiu's entire person under the sword qi, a sword qi that can make people even cold to the bone marrow.

In the world full of flowers, there are visitors outside the sky, and flying immortals enter nothingness.

A flying fairy composed of the purest light, where the flying fairy passed, flowers bloomed again.

Whether it is the dragon and phoenix, or the Buddha, it seems that they have become the background and layout of the flying immortals, the expressionless flying immortals outside the sky, shining with dazzling luster, just standing in front of the void, the void will not enter an inch.

Although the void could not be entered, but after a while, Hua Manlou saw that the flying immortal's body made of light, but a small crack appeared, which was almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

Hua Manlou knew that if Fei Xian still stood in front of the void and did not give an inch, then it would not be long before the second crack, the third, the fourth, and even the countless Dao would appear, until Fei Xian turned into pieces of light.

At this moment, the snow blowing at the west gate also moved.

His sword, in the world full of flowers, has no image.

It is just a sword, the blade of the sword is three feet and seven inches, the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels, there are edges on both sides, the sword is sharp, and the port has a swallow.

It's a sword, and it looks no different than any sword.

But as soon as the sword appeared, it immediately occupied everyone's field of vision, and even the blind could see it clearly.

At this moment, Hua Manlou could even clearly see the person holding the sword, and saw the snow blowing at the west gate.

Even the lifeless void seemed to be moved by the sword.

Gong Jiu drew his sword in his hand, turned around, and left his back to Ye Gucheng.

Then his back was torn.

Ximen Blowing Snow's sword met Gong Jiu's sword.

Hua Manlou's eyes left two bloody tears.

The world in his eyes was shattered.

There was nothing but chaos in the air.

Flames, blood rain, Buddha's might, flowers, light and shadow, and swords form an absolute power that no one can compete with, because this is a power greater than nothingness.

The forces of rage wantonly destroyed what they encountered, and even eroded each other.

Nothingness can absorb a qiē, and perhaps this violent and extreme power as well.

But this power is too powerful, and one day will be countered by this violent power.

Only the true heaven and earth can contain this power, and in the powerful nothingness, it is only a corner of the heaven and earth.

Eventually, the void began to disintegrate

I don't know how long it took, maybe just a moment.

On the hillside, the sound of sword light and fists and feet disappeared at the same moment.

Gong Jiu was still standing in place, standing in the middle of the six people.

The six of them stood on all sides, their blood-stained robes, everyone was injured, and the Gongsun Auntie and the honest monk could no longer stand on their own, and were supported by the people around them.

Gong Jiu held a sword in his hand.

"You're all good."

Every time he said a word, one of the people around him vomited blood and fell to the ground, and after six words, all six people had already withered to the ground.

"Ye Gucheng, Ximen Blowing Snow, Su Yang, the swordsmanship of the three of you is already superb, but if you face me alone, you are not my opponent."

Simon Fuxue was cross-legged on the ground, and there was a deep sword wound in his chest.

"Yes, Your Excellency's martial arts are unparalleled in the world."

Gong Jiu said again: "Lu Xiaofeng, honest monk, Hua Manlou, the three of you were originally masters who are difficult to find in the world, after this battle, take a step further, congratulations." ”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "Even so, it's not your opponent. ”

Gong Jiu said: "Aunt Gongsun, a woman in the world, you are the first." ”

Aunt Gongsun, that is, Gongsun Lan, although the sword was broken, she glared at her eyes and said coldly: "The first among women, it is still not as good as you." ”

Gong Jiu didn't pay attention to her anymore, but said to himself: "What's the use of being the first in the world? ”

"Your Excellency is indeed the first in the world, if any of us are missing today, we will die." Su Yang said.

Gong Jiu nodded.

When he spoke before, only his lips moved slightly, and the rest of his body was motionless, but at this time, just after he nodded, his body suddenly cracked.

One arm left the shoulder, the other leg left the hip bone, half of the face turned into bloody mud, and the long sword in the hand was broken into three.

His clothes exploded into pieces of butterflies, and countless bloody wounds cracked on the skin under his clothes.

He fell to the ground with one breath left.

Su Yang struggled to stand up, the sword in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, but he still had to walk over and end up with Gong Jiu.

He couldn't see through Gong Jiu, whether it was martial arts or Gong Jiu's thoughts, he couldn't grasp it at all, the only thing he could be sure of was that if Gong Jiu didn't die today, he might be a fatal person at any time.

Fortunately, Gong Jiu no longer has combat power, and he only has one breath left when he lies on the ground.

At this moment, a red shadow suddenly floated in front of him.

Su Yang waved a sword in his hand in shock, but he didn't have any strength in his hand, only heard a gloomy chuckle, a red shadow flashed, and Gong Jiu didn't know where he went. (To be continued......)

PS: It's coming back tomorrow~~~!