Chapter 58

After all, it was a loss

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In addition to the black gas, the air lingered after the gray knife appeared...... Gray smoke followed suit.

It was a short gray knife, less than two feet long, two-thirds the length of a normal single sword. The blade is gray, with the back of the knife as the head, in the shape of patches of feathers, while the same gray handle is an eagle's head ornament with open eyes.

This knife is called Eagle Feather Gray Knife, Silver Stone Eight Grade Weapon, it is a pair of pairs, but there is only one in front of you.

At a glance, Shuo Fuji, who recognized this knife, happened to know the reason.

The figure in the gray smoke gradually became clear, it was the figure of a woman, petite, even more than half a woman's forehead, her thin arms seemed to only lift a weapon like the Eagle Feather Gray Knife. She likes to hide herself in the gray smoke so that no one can see what she looks like, and naturally she doesn't know who she is.

After the woman joined in the battle, Shuo Fuji was obviously at a disadvantage.

The light blue sword emitted an alert blue light, and the leader of the black-clothed man behind the woman had already stepped back continuously, handing Shuo Fuji to the woman.

He turned around and walked to the other side, his eyes half-closed, and he muttered to himself: "Even if the plan fails, take the Thousand Mountains Thunder Sword back to the sect, and I can make a difference!"

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Obviously, the woman was not very interested in the so-called plan and the Thousand Mountains Thunder Sword, and she only had the light blue sword in her eyes.

"I didn't expect you to come......"

Shuo Fuji sighed, and then asked indifferently, "There should be someone else, right?"

The woman didn't answer, raised the eagle feather gray knife in her hand, swung it down, no wind into the wind, the wind into a feather, and the feather into a blade, turning into thousands, and approaching Shuo Fuji.

That move is enough to have the power of the Zen Martial Realm......

But what shocked Shuo Buji was not the power of that move, but that she actually ignored the restrictions of the enchantment and forcibly performed her cultivation.

In the case of suppressing cultivation, it is enough for that sword to kill himself!

However, Shuo Fuji is definitely not the master who is waiting for death...... Staring at the surrounding black qi enchantment, he forcibly released his cultivation.

A round of sunset appeared from behind, approaching the thousands of blades flying from under the woman's knife!

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In front of the ancient temple......

Jiang Heng stood in the black air covered in blood, his body was already a little trembling, but he stubbornly leaned on the green bamboo stick inserted in his hand and stood there reluctantly.

On the opposite side was Shi Mingshan, who was already an undead and did not have any injuries on his body. Even with the help of the two true qi of Buddhism and Taoism, Jiang Heng had the advantage in the early stage, but when Shi Mingshan gradually regained the feeling he had when he fought in the past.

The wounds on Jiang Heng's body appeared one after another......

He underestimated the combat power of the older generation like Shi Mingshan, even if he was dead, the Thousand Mountains Thunder Sword in his hand was still the same as when he was alive, without a trace of weakened breath.

This is the fighting spirit of a martial idiot, which is maintained until death, and has become an obsession, and it is still so strong.

The sword was raised, as if the lightning and thunder resonating from the thousands of mountains between heaven and earth gathered on that sword.

The bamboo is lifted as if there is a mountain peak behind it, and a sunset that is still dazzling even when it falls.

When the "thunder of a thousand mountains" and the "sunset" collide together.

The black gas around was washed away......

The enchantment disappeared when the Thousand Mountains Thunder Sword was released in Shi Mingshan's hand.

The two of them stood beside the ruins in front of the ancient temple, and the smoke and dust were gradually dissipating.

The only audience was Qing Liangping, who was hiding in the shadows, and what shocked him was that Shi Mingshan's sword actually took off his hand, could he have lost!!

And not far from Shi Mingshan, Jiang Heng, who was still holding the green bamboo stick in his hand and his eyes closed, his entire arm was blood red, and the green bamboo stick in his hand was already blood red.

The hand was trembling, trembling and only the last trace of strength was left to grasp the blood-red bamboo pole in his hand......

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"The winner is decided!"

Qing Liangping's eyes stared coldly at the Thousand Mountains Thunder Sword that fell to the ground, as well as the Ancient Rust Sword, after a cold light flashed.

He knew it was the only chance.

Shi Mingshan is an old stubborn, most of the time it is difficult to say that he will follow him back to Shengwangmen.

Case......

After the enchantment disappeared, Qing Liangping, whose strength had recovered to the Martial Arts Realm, exerted his strongest speed, instantly drilled under Shi Mingshan, picked up the Thousand Mountains Thunder Sword on the ground, and instantly turned around and pounced towards the Ancient Rust Sword that Jiang Heng was carrying on his back.

Shi Mingshan didn't stop the whole process, and for him, this sword was no longer so important.

He didn't even look at it, he just paid attention to Jiang Heng.

Qing Liangping, who was trying to snatch the ancient rusty sword on his back, rushed over like lightning and was almost about to succeed.

Jiang Heng's eyes, which had been closed, opened instantly.....

It was as cold as hell, shining straight out of his eyes.

In the middle, he rushed to Qing Liangping's body, as if a soul-hooking chain instantly drilled out of the ground and tied himself to pull him into hell.

It was also at the moment when the iron chain trapped him that he noticed that Jiang Heng was standing behind him as if there was a god from hell killing.

Black hair, black clothes, black shadows......

The endless blackness accompanied by endless fear, little by little, invaded the chains, devouring the locked body.

Qing Liangping tried to break out of the soul-locking chain, but saw that Jiang Heng, who was already weak, slowly groped for the ancient rusty sword on his back.

The rust aura on the whole body of the sword is also the murderous aura of the whole body.

The sword was raised high, and between heaven and earth, in the thousands of mountains, the lightning and thunder that resonated gathered on the rusty sword at great speed.

The sword fell......

All of Qing Liangping's struggles turned into silence under that move.

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"A Thousand Mountains Thunder ......"

Shi Mingshan looked back at Jiang Heng, who was slowly retracting his sword, and looked at Qing Liangping, who only had the last remnant on the ground.

With a single sword, he crossed two tiers and defeated the opponent of the Martial Arts Realm.

And it's an exhausted body, and it's its own moves......

Shi Mingshan thought of his former opponent - he thought that at the beginning, he practiced with him and regarded each other as opponents.

From entering the martial arts to practicing martial arts, to choosing martial arts, to cultivating martial arts, to Zen martial arts, to the true martial arts realm at the end of their lives.

They are accompanied by each other's battles along the way......

Now the others have gone......

And he only has a wisp of residual thoughts left.

He thought of the opponent's original disciple again, if he hadn't accidentally injured him because of impulsiveness at that time, maybe it should be him standing in front of him and fighting him at this moment.

"In this case, I should be able to understand the power of the full version of the Sunset Sword Technique again before I die......

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"Lu Dang!"

Shi Mingshan looked at the sunset in the west, as if he had seen his former opponent: "I still lost after all......"