If the strongest sword master in the world is Wang Bai, who has ascended to the sky, then the strongest sword in this world is Wang Qi, who has been hiding the blade for more than ten years.

But not everyone or everything will retreat under the devastating sword, such as the red-robed half-faced Li Gongyi, his immortal qi is already the best in the world, maybe only Duan Chungang, who has made flesh and blood for his disciples, can fight with him.

The long knife out of the sheath has no sword wind, only the knife intent that keeps moving forward, and this duel between the two of them, since it is not a matter of life and death, is carried out in the simplest way.

Those people in the audience with extremely high eyesight only wanted to know one thing, whether the long knife could attack in front of Li Gongyi, or whether Li Gongyi's immortal qi could make the old drunkard's qi churn and defeat.

The old drunkard no longer looked at anything outside the knife, he only had a knife in his hand, and there was only Li Gongyi in front of the knife, so the blade was like an arrow, and it went straight to Li Gongyi.

Li Gongyi's robe swelled up, like a ball, but if you look closely, the swollen robe is moving in a regular rhythm, and with the rhythm of the robe, his hands are raised high, like an old drunkard who has slashed down from above in the air.

"There are also wars between heaven and man in the world. Situ Haoran's eyes were full of concentration, he knew what Li Gongyi's deeper identity represented, when the old monk heard this self-talk and looked at Situ Haoran thoughtfully, Situ Haoran smiled and decided to shut up, but the old monk wanted to have a desire for knowledge, so he took the Zen stick in his hand and walked in front of Situ Haoran.

"Why didn't the old immortal come this time, if I'm not mistaken, this is the first time he has been absent from the Buddha Festival. ”

"Maybe there are more important things in the teacher's heart, or there are more important people, so I didn't come this time, besides, I am the representative of the academy this time, why should the teacher show up in person. ”

"Why didn't that painting idiot come today, he had the courage to go to the Magic Mountain, but he didn't have the courage to come to the Buddha Festival?" The old monk remembered some hidden feelings when he killed the world many years ago, and his heart was angry.

"If the master misses me very much, he can come to the academy to see my junior brother in a few days, and maybe the teacher will also return to the academy at that time. Situ Haoran's eyes turned cold, and he recalled in his mind the blood monk who had fallen into the demon back then, as well as the half-nameless sword that he had broken.

Hearing this, the old monk felt a little excited in his heart, and the guest sword who felt that the atmosphere was not right next to him faintly walked to Situ Haoran's side, there are very few swordsmen in the world who have the same realm, and there are probably some sympathy in their hearts, just like Wang Bai and Xiao Feng in that era, but the sympathy between the two of them is that there can only be one real kendo supreme in the world, so they divide life and death.

But after Wang Bai, the world's sword users, most of the time, no one has the face to jump out to pick the beam, so they can still have some thoughts of the same enemy, the old monk looked at the approaching guest sword, and sighed leisurely: "After all, I am still old, I just want to meet the old immortal before next year, I didn't expect you to remember the things of the year." ”

"Worship the great grace of the master, how dare you forget. Situ Haoran looked at the guest sword that leaned over on his side and cast a grateful gaze, and then his face continued to become very indifferent.

Ke Jian didn't respond but nodded, and then asked: "Guiguzi said that the heavenly people in the world, could it be that Li Gongyi is also one of them?"

"Aside from Meng Chen, have you ever seen a peerless literary talent like a teacher in the world? ”

The real single realm of sanctification, there is only one example of Li Gongyi in the world, and those so-called Confucian saints are saints in another sense, and they cannot be judged by those realms in the so-called heavenly realm, and the subtlety of each realm is really a little wonderful.

Li Gongyi's sleeve robe was constantly rhythmic, and the emotion in the sleeve robe was not only the spirit of a saint who had entered the immortal realm that day, but also the indescribable fragrance of ink.

"More than half a year ago, one night enlightenment, understand what is the real immortal, half a year, but do happy things in the heart, open-minded, some understand the artistic conception of the elder brother wandering on the edge of the Confucian saint in the past, although now it is not a Confucian saint, but, want to go should not be far away. ”

Li Gongyi smiled lightly on his face, and between his sleeves and robes, in addition to the immortal spirit that was competing with the old drunkard, there was also a trace of ink, which was somewhat like the pen and ink of the literati when he picked up the pen and wrote, and there was also a faint ink fragrance overflowing, enveloping the killing intent on the blade that overflowed above the martial platform.

"Li Gongyi, amazing!" The old monk's eyes were full of admiration, he felt the power of belonging to the world above this junior who had the smell of heavenly people, this kind of realm, although it came from the sky, but at this moment it really appeared in front of him, so that the old monk was a little inexplicably moved, down to the earth, Li Gongyi realized this realm with his mortal body, perhaps it was the pinnacle of the human martial arts that he had obsessively chased.

If it is said that in the current Da Lei Yin Temple, Li Gongyi uses the body of a mortal to practice the so-called Heavenly Dao in the ethereal blue sky, which is the heaven in the battle between heaven and man, then the old drunkard who raised his knife and cut down from the world is a person who really has countless feelings in his heart.

The ink fragrance overflowing from Li Gongyi's sleeve robe, although it is a fragrance, but it envelops the cold air above the blade, which is really difficult for people to understand the profundity of the realm, but the old drunkard is not an ordinary person, the blade he has hidden for more than ten years can be hidden, but it must be that he is willing, and he is not killed, and now he is wrapped in that ink fragrance, it is just the killing intent that he is willing to hide, he has no killing intent towards Li Gongyi in his heart, and all those killing intent are just another embodiment of his knife.

The sword is above a certain supreme realm, and there is something to do with it, and Wang Er, who is riding a bull, looked at the ink qi into many balls, constantly surging, but there was a trace of understanding in his eyes, which came from his chest, and then he said lightly: "It's broken." ”·

When his two words had just come to an end, the old drunkard's smile completely cracked: "Break!"

The clumps of ink gas were exploded in the air, like ink flowers presented on the drawing paper, and the long knife in the old drunkard's hand attacked down three or four feet away, only one step away from Li Gongyi, Li Gongyi's swollen robe was even more inflated, and the faint tearing sound of the robe in the wind sounded clearly in the ears of every spectator.

Situ Haoran had some understanding in his chest, and the old drunkard's knife should also have some fearless artistic conception in it, and he silently recited in his heart: "Even if there is no oppression, it is also fearless, this is fearless." ”

Chen Xiyu, the little drunkard who has been with the old drunkard for the longest time, is very confident, although he is not yet in the holy realm, and even only luckily entered the heavenly realm because the shackles in his heart were completely opened, but his understanding of the old drunkard should be the most thorough in the world, he looked at the blade that was still trembling and struggling to break the shackles, and remembered the old drunkard who had been bending for many years.

The one who can bend and stretch is a big husband, the old drunkard has bent for so many years, but compared to many people in this world, he is called a big husband, he is the best!

Although Chen Xiyu could see that Li Gongyi was not a good match, he knew that even if Li Gongyi was really just like what the people next to him were talking about, and had something to do with the so-called celestials above the blue sky, the old drunkard would not frown in front of him, or even inferior to him.

In Chen Xiyu's heart, maybe the old drunkard is not as far away as the first Wang Bai in the world, but if Wang Bai is really in front of the old drunkard, he also trusts that this old drunkard dares to draw a knife, this is not the so-called fearlessness or not, but open-mindedness or not, if there is half a fetter, half a bit restrained, then pull out a knife and beg for a pleasure!

The long knife in the hands of the old drunkard, there is no so-called difference between heaven and man, heaven and god, he and Wang Bai are similar to some extent, Wang Bai is simple, the strongest sword in his life is the sword, the sword is not bad, there is the righteousness of the immortals, and there is also a certain qi traction of the gods.

The old drunkard's pursuit of martial arts is not far from Wang Bai, and it is under this knife that it covers thousands of people, so he and Li Gongyi only plan to use this method to fight for victory.

However, Li Gongyi, who was called the first martial artist by the entire Southern Tang Dynasty, is indeed worthy of the name of martial talent, and regardless of whether he was defeated under the knife of the old drunkard in the past, but at this time, the knife was pressing in front of him little by little, and the red robe was already a little unable to wrap the vitality he hid in the robe, but his face was still very confident.

When the knife was about to be put on his neck, his eyes were very clear, and a trace of horror flashed in the old drunkard's heart, the old monk glanced at the two, and threw the Zen staff in his hand into the air with his left hand.

The three catties in Kejian's hand were unsheathed by half an inch, and they were horizontal in front of his chest, and he stood in front of the second child king, while Situ Haoran sensed the traction of a certain qi machine, and there was a trace of joy in his heart.

Li Gongyi was waiting for the moment when the vitality between heaven and earth could no longer be compressed, like a big ball, Li Gongyi suddenly seemed to leak air, and the long knife in the old drunkard's hand had begun to tremble violently, and the green tendons on his forehead and neck were fully displayed.

The old drunkard shouted angrily, withdrew the knife and dispersed those ink gases again, but the vitality in front of him blasted towards his face, he couldn't dodge it, the long knife in his hand waved into a light curtain, the two collided, and the energy became a ripple, and the Zen staff above the heads of the two also began to tremble violently, as if they couldn't be suppressed.

Xue San's complexion changed in the field, and he pulled his wife and daughter behind him, and twelve gold and silver needles flew out, pointing at the twelve positions of the Zen staff, wanting to help the Zen staff stabilize the ripples of energy that overflowed in the field.

But Xue San's complexion continued to turn white, and there was sweat on his forehead, but the golden light trembled even more violently, as if it would crack and explode at any time, although Xue San could also be regarded as a martial arts wizard, but after all, it was only the Heavenly Realm, in this world, except for Wang Bai back then, there was no second person who could use the Heavenly Realm to control the Sage, not to mention, this was a battle between two evenly matched and profound Sages, although there was an old monk to resist, but he also felt very difficult.

The onlookers who were in a low martial realm had already made a mess and retreated, and the Arhats of the Great Lei Yin Temple squeezed inside, wanting to line up to protect the Dharma, and under such chaos, an ink pen fell from the sky, and the ink pen seemed to have a silk thread on it, and it automatically waved in the air, and wrote the word "town" on the Zen staff, which kept rotating in the air, and then settled in the martial arts, and the golden light mask also became stable.

Li Gongyi seemed to realize the trouble of the two of them to fight for strength, so his hands were swinging out, and all those energy were scattered, when he looked down and saw the word "town", his face was sneered, the word was contaminated with ink, and became a ball of dirty ink, and the golden light gradually melted under the combined force of Li Gongyi's hand and the old drunkard's knife, and the Zen staff flew to the feet of the old monk and stuck to the ground.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of the old drunkard's mouth: "If you don't enter the human realm, I am not as good as you, if I enter the human realm, you seem to be able to enter the real heavenly realm, maybe you are still inferior to you, but without Lao Tzu's teachings, you would not be where you are today, so in general, there is no distinction between up and down." The old drunkard scratched his head with a smile, and then put the knife into the scabbard: "It's a pity that Wang Bai doesn't know that there is you in the world, otherwise, why would he have to go to the Heavenly Palace, ascend to the Gate of Heaven, and die forever." ”

"Whether there is Li Gongyi or not, Wang Bai will go up, because even if there is Li Gongyi in the world, Li Gongyi in the world is still not as good as Wang Bai. An old man in sackcloth followed by a watery girl walked in front of everyone, and the ink pen in the air fell into his sleeve robe: "This martial arts in the world is the most romantic, who will you abandon the king and the white?"

It's just that he didn't finish speaking, and Xiao Nizi next to him pulled his sleeve, looking disgusted, and then muttered: "I started talking nonsense again." ”

Ignoring the old man's embarrassed face, Li Gongyi said confidently: "The world is also civil, and the romance dares to ask who my brother will abandon!"

Situ Haoran looked at the old man, his face was delighted, and he shouted, "Meet the teacher." Then he looked at Li Gongyi with some unkindness.

The old man coughed lightly twice, and then said with some pity: "If it weren't for Li Gongyang's lack of Confucianism in the past, he might not be able to be higher than me above the Wendao, but the Wendao in the world does respect him." ”

Many visitors heard his identity from the old man's words, who can comment on Li Gongyang so vainly, except for Guiguzi in the world, who else can there be?

So most people bowed their hands to each other, and even Chen Xiyu, who was out of the shackles in his dream, bowed down and made a gesture, his Guiguzi is in the eyes of today's people, just like Wang Bai's status in the hearts of people who use swords, he deserves this gift after all.

But Chen Xiyu heard a laugh: "Hey, why do you look like a nerd, look at some of the Heavenly Realm cultivators present, who worships this bad old man." ”

When Chen Xiyu looked up, he saw the woman beside Guiguzi clearly, although her face was not good-looking, but the temperament on her body was not a loss to the female apprentice who stayed by Guiguzi's side, Chen Xiyu secretly praised, but did not pay attention to a slap behind him.

The old drunkard who walked down from the stage stood behind Chen Xiyu: "That old man, the realm is not higher than mine, you salute him." Pulling Chen Xiyu up, the old drunkard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his other hand.

"Old immortal, you're finally here. The old monk finally opened his mouth and recited a Buddha name.

What everyone didn't notice was that when everyone's eyes were on the old man, a cow and two people quietly left.