The hillside was full of flowers, and this man stepped on the flowers, walking towards the hillside step by step, and those flowers were under his feet, without the slightest humiliation of being trampled, but seemed to become the most humble foil of this person.

His eyes weren't pitch black, but they were terrifyingly bright, like two cold stars. He wore a crown of beads on a sandalwood seat in his dark hair, and his clothes were as white as snow. He walked very slowly, and when he came up, it was like a king entering his court, and like a flying immortal in the sky, descending to the earth.

Gong Jiu didn't know this person, he had never seen this person, but he had already guessed who this person was!

'A sword comes from the west, and immortals fly out of the sky. Gong Jiu's face finally had a hint of heaviness and seriousness, and he nodded: "White Cloud City Lord Ye Gucheng. ‘

Ye Gucheng walked thirty zhang away from Ximen Blowing Snow, stopped, his eyes did not fall on Gong Jiu, but stared at Ximen Blowing Snow.

Gong Jiu showed a hint of playfulness and said to himself, "I've been wondering who the last person to come is, but I didn't expect it to be him. Su Yang, how can you say that he is moved? ‘

'Not me. Su Yang said.

Simon Blowing Snow: 'It's me. ‘

'Why?' Gong Jiu asked very seriously.

Ye Gucheng said: "Some people are destined to have a life-and-death competition, such as between me and Ximen blowing snow. ‘

Gong Jiu nodded: "I understand, so Ximen Blowing Snow must live." ‘

Ye Gucheng said: "Let's do it." ‘

Five swords have been unsheathed.

'Who's going to go first?' Lu Xiaofeng asked.

You might as well go along. Gong Jiu had already stood up and said with a smile.

Su Yang laughed: "Since I invited you. I'll have to go and see how deep this pool is. ‘

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and the entire hillside suddenly turned into a Shura battlefield. Hua Manlou frowned slightly, in his world. After the sound of a long sword unsheathed, the surrounding area has become a bloody hell, and countless unjust souls wander in the air and wail.

In front of his eyes, in the dark red wind and rain in the sky, there was only one space that was not stained with dust, and that was where Gong Jiu was located.

With a dragon groan, a blood-red dragon growler rushed towards the last of the uneroded spaces. The dragon is monstrous, the dragon is groaning, and the scales are full of anti-scales!

In reality. The blood sword had turned into a red light, and the tip of the sword spit out a three-foot sword qi, slashing towards Gong Jiu in the air.

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes contracted at the same time, and there was almost no skill in this sword. But he's already mastered some of the most subtle techniques. The true qi contained in this sword would be cut in two by even an iron man.

What a domineering sword, such a ruthless sword.

Su Yang's first sword had already been exhausted with all his might.

The first battle is a decisive battle.

No one can stop this sword, no one can resist this sword, if not the last sword, but at least it is unprecedented.

Even Gong Jiu can't ignore this sword, and even Lu Xiaofeng may not be able to hold this sword.

Gong Jiu finally moved.

Everyone's eyes lit up. I didn't see what was going on at all.

In the world full of flowers, the dragon chant in the air suddenly disappeared. All the blood light split into countless fragments, and the sea of blood in the Shura Hell collapsed one by one, and the whole world returned to its original appearance.

No, it became a void, the purest nothingness, the bottomless nothingness, which seemed to be the most original appearance of the world, absorbing the light and darkness around it.

Compared to the blood light that meant killing, this void was more terrifying, lifeless, pale, and devouring.

If the light of blood represents anger or ferocity, then this void means indifference.

Indifference to life, indifference to the world, indifference to a qiē.

Outside of this void, there is already a faint color of blood constantly invading this world, but it has always been firmly blocked from the outer layer.

Almost at the same time, there was a soft howl that resounded through the sky.

No, it should be said that it was a roar, a roar, a phoenix that was bathed in fire and nirvana, with a rain of fire all over its body, burst into the void world around Gong Jiu.

Lu Xiaofeng made a move.

He didn't use the famous Lingxi finger, but pounced on Gong Jiu with a fit, and the whole person turned into a cloud of phantoms, if you only looked at it with your eyes, you could even see three or four Lu Xiaofeng surrounding Gong Jiu, issuing a series of angry reprimands.

Until now, everyone knew that his light skills turned out to be so high, if Sikong picked the stars here, he would definitely get into the crotch of his pants in shame.

The phoenix that soared for nine days was originally flying in the air, even if the thief who was famous for his light skills back then was far inferior.

A series of palms and fists sounded like raindrops.

In just a blink of an eye, Hua Manlou saw that the brilliance on the phoenix with the light of fire instantly dimmed, and the feathers composed of flames fell like rain.

The two green dragons skimmed through the sky vigorously, rushing towards the void in a wonderful posture and line, and the two little dragons swam flexibly in the air, dancing towards the void from time to time.

Aunt Gongsun's sword has danced.

On the other side, a golden Buddha statue appeared in the air, and the Buddha statue slowly opened its eyes and raised its palms slightly.

Standing palms like knives, turning palms.

A golden Buddha's hand Yin descended from the sky, surrounded by countless Buddhist mantras, with a faint Buddha power, pressing down towards the void over there.

Nothingness is like a light mask, the Buddha's palm is pressed on this light mask, making a squeaking and crackling sound, it seems that the light mask may break at any time, and the Buddha's palm may invade this void at any time.

But that's all, the Buddha's palm is here, and it can't go any further.

The martial arts of the honest monk seems to have reached the peak of his life, and with just this palm, his status in the martial arts will not be lower than anyone else.

He cultivated Buddhism, and finally saw the Buddha, and the road can be expected.

Su Yang missed the blow, and Gongsun Auntie, Honest Monk, and Lu Xiaofeng immediately besieged Gong Jiu.

The arrogance is monstrous, but the more you fight, the weaker it becomes.

Su Yang joined the battle group with a sword, Dugu Nine Swords, Taiji Swords, and Dream Thirteen Swords, which were easy to come to and swung out at will, and the palm prints of the flowing years rotated like a spiral nest.

Gong Jiu laughed and said, "Good martial arts, but it's far from enough." ‘

In the world full of flowers, a blood dragon, a fire phoenix, two small green dragons, and a golden Buddha statue are about to be gradually eroded by the bottomless void.

The dragon has been bound, the phoenix has fallen, and the Buddha has been covered with dust.

Hua Manlou sighed.

With this breath, a gentle breeze rises.

Spring breeze.

The spring breeze nourishes all things, and with this spring breeze blowing, in that void, a flower bone grows out of thin air.

The flower bones grow when they see the wind, and the petals bloom in full bloom.

One, two, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand

Suddenly, in the dead and gray void space, flowers bloomed everywhere, full of vitality, like a fairyland. (To be continued......)