Zixia looked at the sky intertwined with flames and snowflakes, and she wondered: if the victor jumped back to her side in a moment, should she believe him?

The Monkey King who laughed wildly in the agony and panic of the gods.

The Monkey King who was worried about the road to the west.

The Monkey King who woke up in a nightmare and couldn't hide the fear in his heart.

The Monkey King whose eyes dimmed on the lock demon pillar.

She suddenly realized that she had never known what Sun Wukong should look like.

She only has the Monkey King in her heart, the awe-inspiring hero who wears golden armor and treats the gods as nothing. But the demon who pierced the sky, the painful monkey who hugged his head and shouted, "Don't burn my Huaguo Mountain", why is it also Sun Wukong?

It flashed to her mind who she wanted to come back to her alive, but she immediately stopped thinking about it.

In the wind and snow

Sun Wukong finds himself in an opponent he has never seen before.

If your every move is expected by the other party, then this battle will not be fought.

Sun Wukong felt that he was fighting in the same phantom, and every time he thought he was going to hit him, he was miraculously avoided by his opponent.

He used all the solutions, changing dozens of positions in an instant, attacking hundreds of moves, he almost used his speed to attack the opponent from all directions at the same time, and every time the opponent's figure was shrouded by him under the tens of millions of sticks he conjured, but every time the golden hoop stick hit, it only hit the air.

His power shoots in all directions, and even if the opponent has the same speed as him, it is impossible not to parry and not be hit except to jump out of the circle. Because the attack is like the sun's rays, and there are no dead ends.

There seems to be only one possibility - the opponent does not exist.

But sometimes he subconsciously swung and collided with the opponent's golden hoop stick!

The opponent is obviously fighting back, but his stick is impenetrable, and the opponent can't attack every time.

And he can't even see the way of the opponent's moves, which seems to be an impossibility, has the opponent's speed reached the point where he can't see clearly?

No, Sun Wukong suddenly thought that the reason why he couldn't see the other party's moves clearly was because the other party was attacking in all directions at the same time, just like him, instead of just him.

It turned out that the other party, like him, could not hit the target.

And you can't see your opponent's moves clearly, and you can't deliberately dodge them, just as the sunlight can only block and can't be avoided. And it seems that such an opponent can't hit himself, which is also incomprehensible.

"Bell!" The two sticks collided again, Sun Wukong felt as if he had hit the steel hard, the golden hoop stick buzzed, and the shock passed from the palm of his hand to the heart.

And steel should be smashed, and is there anything in the world that the golden rod can't destroy? Maybe it's just the golden hoop itself.

Sun Wukong was shocked in his heart, could it be ......

Every time he can hit his opponent, it is also when his opponent can hit himself! That's why they hit each other with two sticks, and their strength canceled each other.

What exactly is he fighting against?

If this continues, the battle may never be decided.

"If you kill him, the spell will be lifted...... Guanyin's words still ringed in his ears.

I can't lose, I must win! Sun Wukong thought, he roared, the stick dance is faster and more urgent, no matter how fast and urgent! "I don't believe I can't hit you!"

And the gods only heard that the sound of weapons clashing in the wind and snow became more and more dense, and finally the clanging bells became a kind of piercing roar.

When the battle seemed to be over, they didn't know how long they fought continuously.

Everything around us didn't matter anymore, the fire, the wind, the shouts, everything was gone.

There is only one will left, and the shadow of the word "failure" must not appear in one's mind.

So Sun Wukong couldn't stop, even though he felt that the battle was weird. Although I still can't catch the shadow of my opponent. Although he sometimes suspects that he is alone in the world, wildly wielding the golden hoop stick.

When the two Monkey Kings were about to use up their last bit of strength, Rulai appeared.

"Buddha, which of the two Monkey Kings is real?" asked the giant spirit god.

Rulai smiled: "I'll show you." ”

"Monkey King. He addressed the two who were fighting together.

The two of them jumped away, "What do you call my grandson?"

"Sun Wukong, if you jump out of my palm, I will let you in the Heavenly Palace, if you can't jump out, you will honestly go to the lower realm, and cultivate a few more tribulations, but come to quarrel. "As it is.

"Who are you talking to?" said Sun Wukong.

Suddenly, the monkey without the golden hoop laughed wildly.

He stood there with a stick, and the wind rolled up his red cloak, and he said, "Phew!"

"What?"

"Am I not out of your palm now?" the monkey laughed wildly, "Who wants to bet with you, Lao Sun is very busy, and there are still many places to be demolished, so I don't have time to play with you." ”

This scene is so familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it.

He saw Zixia, who was staring at the center of the flames, staring at the figure.

"Don't you want to go back to Huaguo Mountain?" Rulai waved his hand, and the clouds dispersed, revealing a verdant mountain.

"Huaguo Mountain...... Yes, Huaguo Mountain, the flowers of the mountains, the fruits of the mountains, the friends of the mountains...... Back to Huaguo Mountain...... Go home. The monkey looked out of the sky, revealing a light of longing.

"But the mountain of flowers and fruits is ruined, there are no more, there are no flowers and fruits, there are no living beings......" the monkey murmured, and suddenly turned his head to the gods angrily, "it is you who have destroyed it, destroyed them! I have nothing! You will have nothing left! Ah——!hh

He screamed and rushed at the gods.

Rulai smiled and stretched out his five fingers.

A tremendous force knocked the monkey to the ground, and he jumped up again, and was knocked down again, and he got back to his feet again......

"If you don't do it yet, when?" the voice said.

Sun Wukong was shocked, was he calling him? He almost thought that he was struggling with himself.

That's not me, yes, thankfully it's not me.

I am Sun Wukong, how could Sun Wukong endure such a defeat? How could he accept that kind of battle with no hope of victory.

He felt that something was about to happen.

Sure enough, the fallen demon monkey suddenly jumped up again.

"I-no-admit defeat!"

He let out a beastly roar, blood spurting out of his eyes.

Sun Wukong knew that this was his last jump.

Like a dormant hunter, he waited for such an opportunity.

Sun Wukong squatted, bent his feet, and jumped, and at that moment the stick was already in his hand.

A pure golden light, a perfect arc, an unparalleled attack.

"No——————" a desperate cry. It's Zixia.

Sun Wukong heard the voice.

He couldn't help but look back. Slow down with the outstretched hand.

It was just a moment in a moment.

Another Goku made a move.

Sun Wukong stood there, looking at the defeated at his feet.

He was victorious again, and like every battle with the goblins, he was always the last victor.

Wait a minute, the gods are talking to each other, who is dead and who is alive.

Is it really a demon monkey that died?

Or is it himself who falls to the ground?

He touched his head, but fortunately, the golden hoop was still there.

That's the only sign that proves that he is the Monkey King.

That's the winner's golden crown.

But why did the monkey have so much pain?

Zixia walked over step by step.

Is she here to embrace the winner?

She came to him, but fell to her knees.

Knelt beside the monkey who had fallen to the ground.

She cried.

She took the demon monkey's hand. It was the hand that should have hit him with the golden hoop stick just now, but it reached out to Zixia.

She gently broke the hand away.

In that hand, there was a purple scarf.

Sun Wukong suddenly felt that something in his body was cracked, like a stone shattering.