South Snow Field, Deep.

Inside the peach forest.

Mr. San and Zifei did a game here, and the winner has not yet been decided, but the balance has begun to tilt, and the peach blossoms in the mountains keep growing and then breaking, and then growing again after being broken.

Countless peach blossoms are always repeating this process.

It's just that as time goes by, the speed at which these peach blossoms grow becomes slower and slower, while the rate of crushing remains the same.

In the long run, sooner or later, all the peach blossoms in the mountains will turn into powder, just like the first scene, the peach blossoms in the mountains will be cut down, and they will never be born again, and it will be Zifei who will win at that time.

Both were aware of the incident.

Thousands of peach blossoms are like smoke and rain and fog, Mr. Three stood between the smoke and rain, his face was a little pale, and there were a few more sword wounds on his body, he was not lightly injured, but his eyes were very bright, which was the brightness he had never had when he counted peach blossoms in the peach forest.

"After slashing the Six Realms Thunder Tribulation, your strength has improved even more than I imagined. ”

There are always people in the world who are not hesitant to praise them, and people need encouragement, especially from opponents of equal strength, because that represents recognition, and as an opponent, they are the least likely to lie about praise.

So it must be true.

Zi Fei was also injured a lot before he came here, and now his injuries are even more serious than before, and he holds the sword in his hand, and the sword intent seems to be able to cut through this world.

He didn't answer Mr. San's words, but looked sideways at this peach mountain, he has been here for more than ten days, whether it is peach mountain or peach forest, or peach trees, peach branches and peach blossoms, he has seen it many times, but he still watched it again.

Mr. Three asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

Zifei said: "I'm just looking at why an ordinary peach mountain can create a person like you." ”

Zifei is a peerless genius, there is no doubt about this, he is evaluated as a generation of horizontal pressure, and no one of his peers in the entire continent can stand out.

Li Xiu's evaluation is very high, but not as high as Zifei, which is also a well-known fact and no one has disputed.

There are three people in Datang who represent three eras.

Xue Hongyi.

Zifei.

Li Xiu.

These three people are like some kind of inheritance, inheriting the glory of the Tang Kingdom.

No one knows who Li Xiu will be after him, but there will always be someone in Datang who will stand up, and this country is always so proud.

Mr. Three is also a proud son of the sky, and he is also very good.

Compared with Zifei's sharp edge, he is much more restrained, not inconspicuous, but no one can ignore his strength.

Peach Mountain is just an ordinary peach mountain, so people are naturally not ordinary people, and only ordinary people can realize the great realm in an ordinary peach forest.

The two stood opposite each other, and they were not in a hurry to make a move, in fact, they had been stopping and talking like this for the past few days, saying some inconsequential words.

Mr. Three looked at him, remembered the previous conversation between the two, and said softly: "Now it seems that my opinion seems to be more insightful. ”

He didn't say what he thought, but Zi Fei could understand it, and Mr. San had said that he would lose.

But Zifei said that he would lose.

Both of them think that the one who loses in the end will be themselves, and judging from the current results, what Mr. Three said is right, and it is Zifei who wins in the end.

Fighting boulders must be divided into winners and losers, and many battles are often divided between life and death while winning and losing.

Tang Guo and the desolate people are destined to end with the destruction of one party, and one of them must also die.

In this life-or-death moment, everyone wants to win, but both of them are saying that they will lose, and not only that, but they are even proud that they will lose if they guessed correctly.

It's a puzzling thing.

Zifei said: "I never say things that I am not sure about. ”

His appearance is very serious, and his tone is also very serious, so this is the truth, the truth from the heart.

So he will lose.

Mr. San's brows furrowed slightly, although Zi Fei was seriously injured, his injuries were also not light, and his strength was weaker than Zi Fei after all, once he really had to divide life and death, he would have no chance of winning.

And with his eyesight, he can naturally see that Zifei does not have any dark diseases on his body, and the state in front of him is the state of the peak.

"I want to know why you said that. ”

He looked at Zifei and asked very seriously.

Zifei smiled and muttered, "It's dawn." ”

He looked up at the sky, and somewhere between the peach grove and the little south bridge rose a light, it was a moon, a moon that was brighter than the sun in the daytime.

There has been one round before, and now this is the second round. Mr. San looked up and said, "If this scar of heaven shoots out, General Chen will definitely die, and the Xiaonan Bridge will break, which is like a small snowball rolling down from the top of the mountain, which keeps getting bigger and bigger in the process of rolling until it can't be stopped." ”

The Scar of Heaven grows on top of the sacred tree, and is used by the High Priest from Aura using a special seal to lock on to the location of the target, and can shoot no matter how far away.

The Traces of Heaven were rising, apparently having just broken away from the sacred tree.

"Old General Chen will not die, and this trace of heaven will not reach Xiaonanqiao. ”

Zifei looked up at the light and said.

This time, Mr. Three finally understood what he meant, and also knew what he planned to do, and a touch of shock appeared on his pale face: "Are you crazy?"

Zifei grinned, he held the sword, and said, "Of course I'm not crazy, how can the general of my Tang Kingdom die in such a small method?"

Before the voice could fully fall, his figure had disappeared in place and then reappeared.

It's as if it never disappeared, and the trance just now seems to have never happened.

But Mr. Three was sure that the scene had happened, not only because of his confidence in his own eyesight, but when he looked up at the sky, the brightness that was enough to obscure the sunlight had disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Since the moon never rose, the Traces of Heaven naturally ceased to exist.

Zifei spit out a lot of blood and dyed his white clothes red, like plum blossoms.

The sword became much darker, and it no longer seemed to be as sharp as before, and the frost began to melt, and the sun shone on the snowfield, which was a rare scene, and it was rare for Nanxue, who had been snowing all year round, to see the sun through the clouds.

Zifei looked at Mr. San and said proudly: "What, I will say that I will definitely lose in the end." ”

The two traces of heaven fell on General Chen's body one after another, then General Chen would definitely die, but now that the quilt had intercepted one, General Chen would naturally not die.

Mr. Three looked at him and was silent for a long time, and now he finally understood why Zifei would say that he would be the one who lost in the end, it turned out that he had already made this plan from the beginning.

"Although I don't participate in the planning of my junior brother and master, I also know that for Tang Guo, your life is more valuable than the entire Xiaonan Bridge, is it worth it?"

Zifei carried the sword, and the blood flowed down the blade, staining the peach blossoms under his feet: "It's worth it." ”