Chapter 311: Victory and Defeat

"Hey, this time the poor Dao is entrusted by others, and he must save the lives of several masters, I am afraid that I will have to be an enemy of His Majesty," Ning Daoqi shook his head and said.

"Exactly!"

When Su Zimo heard this, he grinned and said quietly: "I also want to see the real person's 'Eight Strokes', why don't you and I limit ourselves to nine moves, just about victory or defeat, regardless of life or death?" ”

Ning Daoqi was stunned, frowned, and said, "If Your Majesty thinks that Lao Dao's Eight Moves are only eight moves, I'm afraid there is a bit of a misunderstanding among them." ”

"The road is simple and easy, counting from one to nine. Although the eight flutters of the scattered hands can be endlessly varied, in the final analysis, there are still no eight essences, otherwise they will not be called the eight flutters by the Taoist chief, I don't know if I am right? Su Zimo raised his eyebrows and said.

Ning Daoqi smiled dumbly and said, "Then according to His Majesty's words, nine moves are limited." ”

"Zheng!"

A clear sword roared throughout.

Su Zimo's clothes were windless and automatic, and he was hunting.

"Whew, whew—"

There seems to be a wind blowing on the field, but the crowd is very clear, where is the wind?

It is clearly a confrontation between the two people, and the changes caused by it!

An indescribable atmosphere spread on the field, and everyone watched with their breath away, and they couldn't figure out how many times the two had secretly clashed with their qi machines.

When it comes to master clashes, the winner is often only in an instant!

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and when everyone looked at Su Zimo, they found that there was no one in the place where they were standing, but they found that Su Zimo had appeared above Ning Daoqi's head at some point.

The blade of the sword slashed into the void, the sword light flashed, and the vitality and death qi of heaven and earth were all concentrated at the tip of the sword, and the stars and moon in the sky were immediately eclipsed, and the space of two zhang directly hit Ning Daoqi.

At the same time as Su Zimo attacked, Ning Daoqi also moved, as if he was pounced, if he was slow and fast, his hands were raised, his sleeve robe was swollen and bent, and he took this breathtaking sword.

"Bell!"

The sleeved robe was obviously made of coarse cloth, but when it touched the tip of the sword, it made a sound of gold and iron.

Ning Daoqi bounced up with his strength, and the whole person was like a fluttering feather, soaring into the sky, and in an instant, he came to Su Zimo's back, and his palms drew a circle full of lines and beauty that conformed to the principles of heaven and earth, and slapped it towards the back of his heart.

Without waiting for him to get closer, Su Zimo seemed to have eyes on his back, and the long sword in his hand met the palms of his hands without hurrying.

Seeing that Ning Daoqi's eyes lit up, with his eyesight, he could naturally see that Su Zimo's sword seemed to be done casually, but the place where the sword blade was pointing was the weakest place between his palms.

"Good swordsmanship!"

While praising him, Ning Daoqi's right hand poked out from the sleeve of his robe, his palm turned into a claw, his claw turned into a finger, and finally he pressed his thumb on the tip of the sword that was stabbing at him.

It seems that Ning Dodger's strength has no effect on whether he has a blade in his hand or not.

What's more, for him, hands are the best weapon.

The finger sword clashed, making a "bang" sound of vigorous fighting, and the hurricane swept across the four sides from the contact place, and the momentum was amazing.

With this momentum, Su Zimo connected the dots on his toes and quickly approached Ning Daoqi.

At this moment, the Ling Bo microstep of the Xiaoyao faction has been exerted to a very high level by Su Zimo, even if Xiaoyaozi is reincarnated, he will be ashamed to see such exquisite footwork.

The sword light is like electricity, the sword momentum is like the wind, and the long sword in Su Zimo's hand seems to be integrated with heaven and earth, piercing Ning Daoqi's heart with lightning speed.

Everyone present was amazed when they saw such a delicate sword, the swordsmanship had reached such a realm, it was beyond the reach of man, and they couldn't help but think to themselves, if they faced this sword, how should they deal with it?

It doesn't matter if you think about it, whether it is the arrogant "evil king" or the remaining three holy monks, they are all pale and in a cold sweat.

Because this sword seems to have no solution!

Just when the onlookers were thinking about how to deal with this sword, Ning Daoqi's arms on the field suddenly spread, like a huge Kunpeng spreading its wings, majestic like a cloud hanging from the sky, looking up to the sky Qingyue let out a long roar, and the vast tone read out Zhuang Zhou's "Getaway", which shook the hall.

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; Fly in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky! ”

The vigor soared, like the waves of the sea, breaking everything, and like a tornado hurricane, sweeping the sky.

Ning Daoqi straightened his immortal bones, the sleeves of his robe were windless, his eyebrows were open, and his form became mighty and waveless, which was not inferior to Su Zimo, who was like a god.

A punch was struck, and he continuously made mysterious changes that were beyond any description, but it was a punch that hit the blade of the sword without any pretense.

"Boom!"

The energy was rolling, and the two retreated like an electric shock.

After that, he saw that Su Zimo's body seemed to violate the laws of physics, and he turned abruptly in mid-air, and with the terrifying speed of Ling Bo's microstep, the long sword stabbed at the vital point of Ning Daoqi's body again!

This sword is faster than slow, great and clumsy, although there is no change, but the ever-changing is in it, like the infinity of heaven and earth, and the universe is endless.

Knowing that he couldn't overwhelm Ning Daoqi with cultivation, Su Zimo decided to rely on his own speed and defeat the other party with endless sword momentum!

"Peng——!

Ning Daoqi's palms almost miraculously caught the long sword, relying not on the true power of his palms, but on the cocoon of qi gathered in the palms, which offset the sword qi around his body, to achieve this amazing effect.

Although this sword was in vain, Su Zimo did not show the slightest discouragement or impatience because of this, he raised the sword to a place parallel to the ground, and with a little tiptoe, the whole person turned into a sharp arrow, and shot straight towards Ning Daoqi three zhang away in front of him.

"Dao Chief, the five moves have passed, how do you deal with this sword?"

The sword qi shot straight out, quickly narrowing the distance with Ning Daoqi, completely locking the opponent and enveloping it, Ning Daoqi suddenly let out a long roar, suddenly froze in the air, and fell like a nail, nailed to the ground, and behind him was the big tree he was standing on.

In the face of Su Zimo's sword that could change the color of the wind and clouds, Ning Qiqi still looked leisurely and elegant, and quickly chanted: "The world is famous without persuasion, and the world is not depressed, it is determined that the inside and outside are divided, and the realm of honor and disgrace is already over." He is in the world, and he is not counted. ”

"Peng"!

Ning Daoqi's whole body bounced into the air, and his feet stepped heavily on the sword body.

"Whew-"

Just as Ning Daoqi was about to fall, Su Zimo waved his hand, and the long sword pointed at the latter's heart again.

"Hoo hoop

In the face of this sudden sword, Ning Daoqi's face remained unchanged, his feet stepped on the big tree, and he kept retreating to avoid Su Zimo's long sword, and Su Zimo took advantage of the situation, and the long sword in his hand pointed at Ning Daoqi steadily.

The two of them retreated, one chased, and soon reached the treetops, and when they arrived here, Ning Daoqi had no way to retreat, and everyone watching the battle below looked up at the two.

In vain, the sky darkened, and the round moon was covered by a large dark cloud, Ning Daoqi seemed to merge with this boundless black cloud, and in the eyes of the people below, he only felt his hands open, creating this hanging cloud.

Ning Daoqi waved his hand silently, and a peerless force like a mountain pressed towards Su Zimo, as if the sky had collapsed, and the entire sky suddenly darkened.

"Bang!"

In this case, Su Zimo couldn't help but make a move, and the long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light, like a bright moon, to break through the boundless darkness, and more like a giant axe that opened the sky, to split the mountain in front of him.

"Uh-huh-"

The cloth flew over, and Ning Daoqi's sleeves inevitably turned into pieces.

Now he was bare-armed, like a beggar.

However, those present did not feel the slightest bit funny.

The previous move, no matter who it was, could not be easily taken.

"Last resort, for so many years, Xiaoyou is the first to be able to force the old way to this point."

Ning Daoqi smiled lightly: "The essence of the old way's 'scattered hands and eight flutters' is to care about the word 'virtual', the void can be angry, so the void is infinite, pure and void, then this void is real, between the virtual and the real, although the state is very different, there is no natural way, mysterious and mysterious, no big or small." The king should be optimistic! ”

Suddenly, his face showed an innocent look like that of a child playing with a bird, looking left and right as he watched the virtual birds in both hands leap up and down, chasing the strange situation of playing in the air.

Everyone felt that there was an invisible tree, and the birds were playing lively and full of business in the tree, all the actions seemed to be unintentional, but they were meticulous, so that people could no longer distinguish what was true. What is Fake? What is Void? What is true?

Suddenly, a bright light flashed, like lightning, startling the originally frolicking bird to stand in place, it was Su Zimo's long sword.

The two birds pecked at the blade as if they were alarmed by the enemy's attack, kicking off the fierce battle, and the two figures flickered and moved at an astonishing speed above the treetops, and the fight began.

Every part of the sword becomes a tool to defeat the enemy, using the tip, blade, body, and even the hilt of the sword to deal with Ning Daoqi's virtual bird strikes in any way that people have never thought of.

The two little birds lived like real birds, constantly burrowing into every crevice, and launched a dense close-range attack on Su Zimo like a shower, a gapless, and mercury-like one.

The two sides made strange moves, fast to fast, without a trace of delay, and the offensive and defensive sides are attacking and defending at will; Its compactness and intensity also imply a sense of ease and elegance, so brilliant that it is difficult to describe in any language.

"Ding! Bite! ”

After two clear sounds, the person returned to the confrontation from afar, as if he had never moved his hand.

It's just that Su Zimo's right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, as if the battle had exhausted all the strength in his body, and he couldn't even hold the sword at the moment.

And Ning Daoqi's hands had two more shocking sword marks!

"Tick, tick-tock—"

Two drops of blood dripped on the leaves.

Ning Daoqi looked at his hands in a daze, and said with a wry smile: "It's really a talented person from the country, and the old way has lost." ”

All right...... Yesterday was a slip of the tongue, and it was the Mid-Autumn Festival......

(End of chapter)