Thirty years ago, the first martial arts powerhouse in the rivers and lakes of the Great Qi Dynasty to advance to the Ten Realms Martial Saint was actually an old eunuch of the Great Qi Dynasty.

The Emperor of Great Qi gave the surname of the country and gave the name Qi Eleven.

"It's been fifteen years, and I thought that this name had been submerged by history with the Great Qi. I didn't expect that, do you remember? The old man's voice revealed a strong reminiscence of the past, and more of a sad feeling for the Great Qi Dynasty.

Qi Eleven!

This old eunuch who stood at the pinnacle of Qizhou's martial arts, just like that dragon qi, turned into a dragon and escaped into the Stygian Sea, and once the carp jumped into a flying dragon.

No one dared to ignore his existence, and no one dared to take his place in Qi Zhou.

It's like the shore of the Stygian Sea under the night sky today. Six true artistic conception martial arts masters, six great worshippers of the Tianze Dynasty, when half a foot stepped into the divine artistic conception, even the other party's move could not be stopped.

And what does it mean for this Qi Shiyi to appear here, these six people are like a mirror in their hearts.

The chest of the purple shirt seems to have been torn off the big hole of the palm print, which is particularly eye-catching. Wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth and float back again.

"Later, one of the five of you must go back and protect your son, and go as fast as you want."

The hoarse voice of the year sounded in the heads of the five people. As for which four of them will choose to stay with them, it's up to them to decide.

The one-armed old Taoist glanced at the young Taoist priest beside him intentionally or unintentionally, and this scene happened to be captured by the six people on the other side. The little Taoist priest who looked cold, had an extraordinary bearing, and stared at them coldly, was actually covered with dragon energy.

Could it be that the dragon qi just now was actually benefited by his fisherman?

It was shocking enough to see Qi Shiyi, the first person in Qizhou martial arts back then, who had lived in seclusion here for fifteen years, like an old man by the sea who didn't care about the world.

However, the young man in front of him was a hammer that hammered out what they thought in their hearts.

Although he lost that dragon energy, it was worth dying here this time.

When he was young, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, the purple robe on his body grinned, and his mind seemed to feel the flow of the imprisoned heaven and earth breath. The true meaning of martial arts is not life and death, but the courage to abandon life and death under a fist and a palm.

This is the divine will of him to break through the barriers of martial arts at the threshold of life and death when he was young!

God's Artistic Conception!

When the one-armed old man looked at Nian in surprise, he was both a little relieved, and he shook his head and sighed with regret: "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

"With such a breakthrough in divine will, it is definitely expected that future achievements will set foot in the Ten Realms."

As soon as the words fell, the one-armed old man's figure disappeared abruptly, and at the same time, the old man behind him exerted his strength at the feet of the old man, and his body swept towards the sea with an afterimage.

"It's a pity that you don't have a chance!"

"Let's go!"

Roar when you are young, and rush head-on!

Even if he unexpectedly broke through the martial arts barrier for many years at this time.

But the situation of life and death is still there, whether he can pass on this shocking news, whether he can have a little more hope of surviving because of the breakthrough, it doesn't matter to him when he is young.

Now that he has broken through, he will take advantage of the opportunity to feel more about the realm of divine will that he has been dreaming of, and how big the gap is between it and the nine realms.

At the beginning of the year, the five red-robed old men behind him moved together, the last two red-robed old men turned around and ran towards the sea, and the two red-robed old men on the right rushed directly to the little Taoist priest on the beach.

If you attack the enemy, you must first save yourself!

When he was young, the old man in the red robe beside him was agitated, and his face was flushed. They actually wanted to blow themselves up with their true anger to fight the one-armed old man. In this way, the one-armed veteran must first stabilize this space.

This made him have no time to take care of the little Taoist priest behind him.

In other words, in order to protect the little Taoist, he had to bear the self-explosion of the two by himself.

For those who can reach the realm of martial arts today, the decisive choice is particularly important, this is the tenacity of a martial arts practitioner. What is the fear of death? If you can bring in a Ten Realms Martial Saint to accompany the funeral, it's worth it!

However, Qi Eleven, who was a Ten Realm Martial Saint fifteen years ago, would he really be helpless about it?

The answer, of course, is no, because in the next years he will see heights that he will not be able to reach in his life.

The self-explosion of the two is just a punch for the Ten Realms Martial Saints who can control one side of the world!

Qi Shiyi, who was one-armed and robe-broken, his cloudy eyes flickered slightly, and he stepped out with a bang. The unpretentious fist, coupled with the lean body, looks weak, but only the person concerned can really feel the avenue of heaven and earth contained in this punch.

Fist to, the true qi of the violent * chaos was brutally resisted. Even if you have the power to burn the mountains and reclaim the sea, when you encounter this punch, it instantly seems to be just a grain of sand in this heaven and earth, becoming incomparably small and insignificant.

The true qi that was about to explode in his body, the true qi scattered in his limbs, was actually slowly shrinking, until he returned to the starting point, as if he was being dragged by a powerful true qi and returned to the dantian.

The red-robed old man beside him was stunned, because the true qi in their bodies was actually banned in their bodies, and the skin of their bodies became porcelain that carried everything.

The fist shadow in front of him is like a towering and unclimbable mountain, and they are just ants at the foot of this mountain, and they can't shake the bones of a head-on-hit crush.

Poof, poof!

After the two of them returned to their original form, they suddenly swelled in an instant, their cheeks became distorted, and their eyes were about to burst.

"Uh... Belch... Yes... Ahh

The bodies of the two of them exploded with a muffled sound like a ripe watermelon being smashed with a hammer, and they couldn't even shout out a heroic word.

The self-explosion of the two was so easily controlled in a small space.

The one-armed old man remained unmoved, and not even a drop of blood stained his clothes. It is not difficult to block the self-explosion of the two, the difficulty is that he does not dare to move his body easily, and the self-explosion of a half-legged god martial artist is enough to destroy the small fishing village behind him.

"Bang! Boom! ”

Behind the one-armed old man, two muffled sounds were heard. There were two more red-robed old men, whose heads were shattered by an inconspicuous iron rod like a burning stick. The iron rod clicked his lips, and he complained unsatisfactorily: "This is also called the martial artist of the artistic conception?" It's really commonplace, and the true qi has been practiced on the dog? ”

The battle here had just ended, and on the sea, the old man Yu returned from a distance, bypassing the one-armed old man and throwing the red-robed corpse he was carrying on the beach.

His face was not very good-looking, and his clothes were torn, obviously suffering a secret loss.

Iron Bar looked like he had eaten a fly and asked, "Run?" ”

Old man Yu didn't speak, looked back at the one-armed old man on the sea, and walked towards the small fishing village without looking back.

"Hey! This old man, I'm really an iron rod..."

"Alright!" The one-armed old man's empty sleeves flicked, the heavens and the earth recovered, the sound of rushing water came from the sea again, and the high waves slapped straight into the distance of the sea, and the iron rod glanced at the old man's disappearing figure and chose to shut up.

"Take care of that kid." The one-armed old man dropped a sentence, pulled up the little Taoist priest who had been watching the excitement from beginning to end, and rode away with the wind.

The iron rod stretched his neck, sat on the ground dejectedly, looked at the few corpses thrown around him, and reluctantly began to dig a hole in the beach. complained in his mouth:

"Everyone has killed people, why do you lift your butts and leave, Lao Tzu wants to dig a pit and bury it here?"

If the old eunuch was here, he would definitely reply with a gesture and give him a thumbs up, "Because here you are the best!" ”

......

"Yishang, today our master and apprentice are probably going to die here."

"To be able to die with Master, Yishang can't ask for it."

"Why bother."

"In this life, in this life, as long as the master is willing, Yishang will always be by your side."

The man gently raised his hand and stroked the woman's long hair, his eyes were full of endless tenderness and reluctance.

"If there is an afterlife, we don't want to be masters and apprentices."

"Okay." The woman's voice trembled, choked, but her eyes were full of satisfaction.

The two of them were both dressed in black robes.

The man's black robe was wide but not bloated, with golden silk threads spreading on his sleeves, and a golden dragon coiled on his chest, which was vivid.

The woman's black robe is close to her body, her figure is graceful, she is snuggled in the man's arms, blood is quietly leaking from the corners of her mouth, but her eyes are full of happiness.

In one side of the palace, there are forty-eight golden stone pillars to support, and on each stone pillar is a giant dragon, each of which has a different shape. However, at this moment, all the dragons had lost their original luster, and they looked a little defeated.

In the magnificent and solemn hall, only the two of them remained, a pair of master and apprentice, like the fairy couple.

Thundered... The palace was bombarded from the outside and crumbling. But the two of them didn't care, they were both exhausted, there was no fear in their eyes, and they snuggled up to each other and waited for death to come.

......

When Liu Wenchuan woke up, it was already three poles in the sun.

This sleep is dim, strange dreams seem to be real, but there is incomparably unreal, the only feeling is... Have a wolf in the stomach.

I sat on the bed and thought about it for a while, but I never remembered what I dreamed of.

"Hey, let's fill my stomach first."

Sighing, Liu Wenchuan put on his clothes and got out of bed, perhaps because of the haunting of dreams, which made him directly ignore how he returned home from the beach that night.

Putting on his shoes, Liu Wenchuan was about to go out to fetch water, when he pushed open the door and was startled by the scene at the door. It turned out that in the courtyard of his house, there were actually three people squatting. Two people are playing chess, and one is watching!

"You, why are you squatting in my yard, scared to death!"

Of course, these people are the three most idle people in the village, the neighbors, and one opposite the door. Cripple Zhao and Old Man Yu were playing chess, and the iron rod was squatting next to them to watch.

One person holds a stone, the other holds a shell, checkers!

Liu Wenchuan rolled his eyes.