Chapter 363: The First World War is in the gods
The cold wind was howling and the sky was full of snow.
A man is coming out of the snow. He is dignified and heroic, but he is wearing a short tiger skin jacket, which has a wild nature and looks out of place. He carried a large sword in his hand, quaint and heavy.
He stopped beside Situ Qing's corpse and stood opposite Liu Ruobai.
Seeing this man, everyone was stunned.
He turned out to be Qi Jiannan, the eldest son of Qi Mansion, the first martial arts family in the former Daimyo Mansion. In the past year, he has never left Mount Tai for half a step, with flowers and trees as a companion, and birds and beasts, it is really not easy.
Liu Ruobai said lightly: "It's really hard for you." ”
Qi Jiannan smiled indifferently, and said lightly: "There is a give-and-take." It's a pity that I'm still not your opponent. ”
Liu Ruobai asked casually, "Then why don't you wait a few more years?"
Qi Jiannan laughed at himself and said slowly: "On that day, outside the secret passage of Heavenly Sword Villa, I went to intercept and kill you, so that the four elders and dozens of brothers died, but I fled. When you entered the Qi Mansion, my brothers were fighting bloody and seeing death as if they were home, and I fled. Speaking of this, he smiled with relief, and continued: "In the past year, I have forgotten my hatred and looked down on life and death, but I don't want to run away anymore. It's true that I'm still no match for you, but I can fight hard. ”
Hearing this, everyone present was deeply touched.
Liu Ruobai smiled lightly: "I can fulfill you." ”
At this moment, a gray figure pierced through the dense forest and headed straight for the top of the mountain like an arrow from a string. There was an invisible aura around his body, which seemed to contain an extremely terrifying power.
Seeing this, the people present only felt a pang in their hearts.
The gray figure came in an instant, and it had already appeared in front of Liu Ruobai, and he slapped it without saying a word.
Liu Ruobai seemed to have expected it, calmly and waved his palms to meet him.
The two palms struck together, and two kinds of energy surrounded and circled around them, and two terrible forces were competing.
Only then did the people present see clearly that the gray figure was an old man with white hair, and his eyebrows and eyes were quite similar to Qi Jiannan.
Under an ancient pine, an old monk in a moon-white monk's robe muttered, "It turns out that he is still alive." ”
A disciple asked softly, "Could it be that Master knows this old Tan Yue?"
The old monk sighed slightly: "He is Qi Tianao." ”
Hearing this, all the disciples were at a loss.
The old monk explained: "Forty years ago, there was an unborn martial arts wizard in the Qi Mansion, and it was Qi Tianao. He became famous at a young age and was powerful all over the world. It's just a sigh, the face is thin, and the hero is short of breath. He was trapped by love and died depressed. Unexpectedly, he was still alive. ”
The moment he saw the old man in gray, Qi Jiannan understood his mother's good intentions. Perhaps my mother already knew that my grandfather had been living in seclusion in Mount Tai.
Before I knew it, sweat was slicing down my cheeks and soaking my clothes.
Liu Ruobai and Qi Tianao still stood against each other, as steady as a rock.
The internal force competition is far more dangerous than the fists and feet, and there is no way out, so you can only wait until the winner or the winner or life and death are separated.
Time passed, and the wind and snow remained.
Everyone present held their breath and stared at each other.
Finally, the two palms slowly parted.
Qi Tianao took three steps back and fell into the snow.
Liu Ruobai stood leaning on his sword, his face pale.
The outcome is self-evident.
Qi Jiannan hurriedly stepped forward and held his grandfather in his arms, choked up for a while, and couldn't speak.
Qi Tianao looked relieved and muttered: "If Nan'er lives for another ten years, he will definitely be able to revive the Qi Mansion ......" His voice stopped abruptly. The old man went, very peacefully, still with a smile on his face.
Qi Jiannan didn't shed tears, just because a year ago, he had shed his last tears. He smiled sadly, picked up Qi Tianao, and gently placed it on a stone. Then he straightened his grandfather's clothes and kowtowed three more times before turning away.
He returned to the corpse of Lord Situ Qing, crossed his sword on his chest, and slowly pulled it out. The sword body was as black as ink, flashing with a faint cold light, eerie and eerie.
He said lightly: "This opportunity is not easy to come by, and I will not miss it." ”
The corners of Liu Ruobai's mouth rose slightly, and he said with a smile: "Very good." ”
As the words fell, the dark red sword body slashed across the sky, leaving a perfect arc.
Without hesitation, he swung his sword and swept out.
Qi Jiannan did not hesitate and swung his sword to meet him.
The next moment, the figures were staggered, the two swords struck each other, and strings of sparks bloomed in the snow, bright and weird.
The Sword of Heavenly Wrath is a heavy sword. The heavy sword has no edge, pointing to the collapse of the sky, the cracking of the earth, and the faint thunder of the sky is hidden in it.
The ink sword is also a heavy sword. Qi Jia's ink sword, sharp but not exposed, skillful and unpredictable.
The two swords struck each other, hitting each other hard, fighting faster and faster, and the sound of gold and iron resounding in the sky.
Unconsciously, Qi Jiannan's gaze became solemn and solemn, like the sea, which can accommodate hundreds of rivers, and a vast meaning arose in his heart. The inky black sword body was surrounded by light blue sword qi.
The immensity of meaning spreads everywhere and goes straight to the depths of everyone's heart.
All rivers return to the sea, tolerance is great, and everything in the world is irresistible.
Liu Ruobai didn't seem to be aware of it. His gaze turned cold, and a gleam of blood appeared in his eyes. The dark red sword body continued to exude a rich blood-colored aura. The blood-colored qi rose to the sky, spreading in all directions, and in an instant, the whole world turned pale red.
In the battle of illusions, who will compete with the supreme realm of sacrificing one's life to kill Buddha?
Qi Jiannan's eyes were still calm, and there was no trace of waves. Suddenly, the light blue sword qi disappeared, replaced by pitch black. The pitch black spread rapidly, and in an instant, a black space was formed in the pale red world.
Seeing this, everyone present was dumbfounded.
Liu Ruobai's eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, and he smiled lightly: "Very good!"
The next moment, Qi Jiannan disappeared, as if he had merged with the ink sword. Immediately after, the ink sword also disappeared and merged into the black space.
The human sword is one, blending into the darkness, magical and weird.
In the blink of an eye, the black space had shrouded Liu Ruobai.
Liu Ruobai stood with a sword in his hand, his expression calm.
In the next moment, that black space devoured Liu Ruobai and also devoured the Heavenly Fury Sword.
At this time, those present only saw that there was a black space in the pale red world, and that was it.
Such a contest seems to be beyond the reach of the eyes and ears.
Surprised, unbelievable, but silent.
They just stared intently at the black space, silently waiting.
Li Ruoxian called softly: "Sister Tian'er." ”
Meng Tian's heart was like a mirror, and he said softly: "When Brother Liu became a demon, he used this type of black space, but I didn't expect that Qi Gongzi would also comprehend it. ”
Li Ruoxian asked casually, "Could it be that this Qi Gongzi has fallen into the Demon Dao?"
Meng Tian shook his head and muttered, "The reason why he was able to use this black space was only because of that ink sword. One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, and becoming a Buddha becomes a demon only in one thought. The world is white, but I am the only black, so why not black and white?"
Li Ruoxian seemed to want to ask again, but did not speak.
Meng Tian sighed lightly and said slowly: "If Brother Liu is in his heyday, the supreme realm of sacrificing his life to kill the Buddha is not afraid of any spiritual attack. But the road is one foot high, the magic is one foot high, and the result is unknown. ”
At this time, someone said lightly: "Liu Ruobai will definitely win." "The voice is very soft, but it has an undoubted majesty, it is Brother Wanyan.
Ma Buyao snorted coldly and asked, "How do you know?"
Brother Wanyan Gu turned a deaf ear and just quietly looked at the black space.
Seeing this, Ma Buyao was even more angry, but he could only endure it.
Meng Tian groaned slightly, as if she had thought of something, and said with a smile: "Indeed, Brother Liu will definitely win." ”
Suddenly, I only heard a "bang", like a muffled thunder explosion, the black space disappeared in an instant, and the pale red world disappeared with it.
At the same time, a circle of strong ripples dispersed in all directions, and everywhere it passed, snowflakes danced, grass and trees were broken, and there was a faint mud mixed in with it.
On the top of the mountain, the eight people had already secretly used their internal strength to stabilize their figures.
There was a lot of misery in all directions, but he just endured it silently, and his eyes never moved.
After a long time, the dust settled.
Liu Ruobai stood leaning on the sword, and there were still faint blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
Next to Lord Situ Qing's body, Qi Jiannan had been split in half, but there was only a faint trace of blood, which was very weird.
The ink sword lay quietly in the snow, the body of the sword was as black as ink, flashing with a faint cold light, eerie and weird.
On the top of the mountain, the eight people breathed a sigh of relief, but some people secretly regretted it.
In all directions, the benevolent see the benevolent, and the wise see the wise, but they just sigh silently in their hearts.
Liu Ruobai won again, defeated Qi Tianao, and also defeated Qi Jiannan. However, how long can he hold on?
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