The sound of wild laughter came, like thunder through layers of dense clouds, and like the long groan of a dragon in the depths of the sea. Pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info and its owner, as if sometimes in the sky, sometimes in front of the eyes, come and go freely, change at will.

"I've been in seclusion for forty years, what do you think I'm doing? Is it just practicing swordsmanship? Let me tell you, I'm contemplating the secret of the sword and tiger wings! Only in my hands can it exert its true power! What is the best in the world? This is the first ...... in the world."

In this laughter, Guan Qianjian was getting closer and closer to the isolated island, and he was about to "bring people and boats" and crash into pieces on the islands and reefs.

......

At the last moment, Guan Qianjian finally saw clearly that Zhuang Mengdie was still Zhuang Mengdie, and he was still a person with flesh and blood. It's just that his size has become incomparably large, and he is at his feet, a body of seven feet, only the size of his toes. He swung his hundred-zhang greatsword and slashed at the top of his head.

Guan Qianjian raised his sword to block and did his best.

The strange thing is that this sword, which seems to kill gods and destroy Buddhas, is unstoppable, but he is firmly caught by him.

How could such a majestic sword be just a façade?

From the interval between his breathing, he heard another moan, right in his ear. On one side, he saw that there was another person beside him, doing the same action as him: raising his sword to block.

That man is a dragon in the sky.

It turned out that with the strength of the two of them, they barely took Zhuang Mengdie's sword.

Long Zaitian smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that no matter how strong a person's strength is, he still can't defeat the demons and monsters. ”

A cold breath penetrated from his feet to his head, and Guan Qianjian exclaimed: "You mean he has become a demon?"

Long Zaitian said: "Do you think he still looks like a human like this?"

Zhuang Mengdie was very angry when he saw that this sword failed to cut Guan Qianjian into pulp as expected, and shouted in a thunderous voice: "The surname Long, you dare to meddle in your affairs! Okay, I will fulfill you and let you go to Huangquan together!"

After he finished speaking, he withdrew his sword and turned his body in place, and countless sword shadows fell towards Guan Qianjian and Long Zaitian.

The long swords in the hands of the two broke inch, and their bodies flew backwards, falling into the crowd.

I can't imagine that I used to be the first in the world, and at this time I became a difficult brother. Guan Qianjian endured the sharp pain in his chest, reluctantly sat up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and showed an extremely bitter smile at Long Zaitian.

After all, Long Zaitian was in the vein, and this injury was immediately compared to Guan Qianjian, who was strong in blood, and it took a while before he staggered to his feet. He was about to smile back at Guan Qianjian, when a dark shadow suddenly cast in his eyes, and an inexplicable look of horror appeared on his face.

"Be careful!"

Guan Qianjian knew that Zhuang Mengdie was chasing after the victory, and he didn't have time to look back, so he heard the sound and jumped off the ground at the same time as Long Zaitian.

In this situation, the two completely lost their attention, so they had to fight separately and show their powers.

Guan Qianjian's body was in the air, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal in all directions, and there was no way to avoid it, and he had been injured in many places in an instant.

He relied on Ling Xu's three steps, jumped left and right, turned three times in a row, and finally broke out of the enemy's sword net and landed far away in a corner of the hall.

Although he escaped with his life, he was already covered in blood.

At this time, the guests in the hall saw such a battle, how dare they still be greedy to watch the excitement, jumping out of the window, jumping on the wall, all eager to stay away from the place of right and wrong, and scattered in a hurry.

Guan Qianjian grabbed a sword and held it in his hand, and when he was looking for the dragon in the sky, he saw him fall in a corner opposite, his white hair was stained red with blood, and he looked up to the sky, stunned, and his eyes were scattered.

Guan Qianjian was about to ask, but his body was crooked, like a rotten wood, and he fell to the ground heavily.

- He's dead!

Guan Qianjian's heart sank.

Zhuang Mengdie's laughter rose again, full of tyranny and ecstasy, as if she could lift the eaves above her head.

The man he hated for forty years fell to the ground at his feet and could never get up again. How does this make him unhappy?

"Do you want me to do it?" he turned his back to Guan Qianjian, turned half his face, and asked coldly. That means asking people to cut themselves off.

Guan Qianjian is the descendant of the dragon in the sky, and in Zhuang Mengdie's eyes, he is also his shadow.

"If you don't do it, do you have to wait for it?"

Guan Qianjian had a mocking look on his face.

He's not playing tricks. He still has one last trick he hasn't had time to use. It was definitely a miracle move, because no one in the world believed that such martial arts could exist.

Only he believes. Only he searched tirelessly, studied hard.

He once injured the enemy with this trick while hurting himself by mistake. But he didn't give up, still firmly believing that this trick would come out in its entirety.

That is the unity of form, sound, and qi.

He named it the Three Elements to One.

He really didn't know how powerful he could exert with this move today, and whether he could defeat Zhuang Mengdie, who was holding a magic sword.

His hand holding the sword tightened, and he secretly mobilized the true element of his whole body.

However, at the same time, he had a trace of hesitation:

This move is made in one, and while hurting the enemy with sword energy, you will hurt yourself with the sound of the sword, which is just an ending that ends together.

I'm still going to die.

- No one dies, what fear do I have?

But why should I do that?

After the dragon is in the sky, the only masters in the world are me and Zhuang Mengdie, if we die at the same time, the two supreme martial arts will be lost. This is really a big loss in the martial arts, a catastrophe!

In my short life, I have devoted myself to the exploration of martial arts, and I have become obsessed with martial arts, how can I bear to let two peerless martial arts be submerged from my hands in order to prolong my own life?

Can't I sacrifice myself?

If in terms of cultivation, among the three of us, it is indeed Zhuang Mengdie who is the highest, then if two of the three of us must die, it should be me and Long Zaitian......

This was an instantaneous epiphany of a martial idiot, but it brought his entire life into a selfless and selfless realm of emptiness. Even in this short moment, this thought cannot become a firm belief, but in the long journey ahead, he will gradually improve.

If you've ever climbed the top, you're always at the top and never descending. This is the Word. This is the realm.

Only at the time of life and death can a person's realm be truly reflected.

But for Guan Qianjian, whether it is martial arts or martial arts, his cultivation has not yet matured. Therefore, he is far from the realm of being truly willing and willing to die for the sake of martyrdom.

He still values his young life as important.

He thought: I am only less than 20 years old, and I am not yet 20 years old, so what is the shame of losing to the number one in the world? Why should I spend my good life with him to the death? I will go back and train hard for two years, and then I will come back to compete with him.

When he hesitated, the fighter plane was lost, and Zhuang Mengdie's last sword had already taken the lead.

I saw that he was full of anger, like a god coming to earth, his wrist turned, the sword was pointed, and a tunnel condensed by sword qi was born out of thin air, sucking Guan Qianjian into it.

The sword on the other side of the tunnel is like a dragon opening its mouth, prematurely and prematurely, swallowing its prey. The strong air flow made Guan Qianjian unable to open his eyes and breathless, and he almost lost the ability to resist in an instant.

He swung his sword sharply and clashed to the side, trying to escape from the side wall of the tunnel, but the blade stabbed out, and with a loud bang, the tip of the sword had been broken by more than an inch.

He felt that the tunnel condensed by the enemy's sword qi was like a large saw, pulling back and forth, enough to cut anything hard into pieces. Not to mention flesh and blood.

"You can't escape, just die obediently!" Zhuang Mengdie's voice seemed to be close to his ears, shaking his ear drums painfully, and as far away as the sky, making the valley ring, full of endless majesty, it was as if the gods and Buddhas had descended to pronounce a mortal's sin.

Guan Qianjian really has no way out.

Unleash the sword that will perish together, and unleash the sword that destroys not only the enemy, but also the martial arts!

But is that really all there is to it?

Or, is there another possibility: with my martial arts attainments and internal strength cultivation today, I can once again use the three-element unity, no longer hurting the enemy and hurting myself at the same time, but pointing at the enemy at the same time?

This is the true triad!

Guan Qianjian's long eyebrows were raised, the divine light in his eyes was condensed,—— he turned sideways, his shoulders were heavy, his arms were raised, and the broken sword was split, fluttering, like a leaf.

With this sword, the sky shook like a curtain.

Three-in-one......

When Zhuang Meng's butterfly and tiger wings were unsheathed, all the guests retreated far away to the lake, and only then did they dare to stop and turn back, the look of horror on their faces was still there.

Condensation hugged the body of his sister Black Fox, and Huaikong was also mixed with everyone. They stopped in front of a stone bench by the lake, and placed the black fox on the stone bench with their heads resting on a willow tree.

"Hey, sister, you're so stupid!" Condensation looked at the black fox's closed eyes, tidied up her messy hair that didn't need to be tidied up anymore, and muttered, "Is he worthy of you? He doesn'......t deserve it!"

Huaikong replied indignantly: "He is just a despicable villain, I have already recognized him! Your sister died for such a person, it is really not worth it! But Zhuang Mengdie avenged your sister." ”

Condensation tilted his head and sighed softly. Perhaps it was because of today's changes that her state of mind had changed, "revenge?" she thought, "who has enmity with whom?......? I don't hate ......."

In contemplation, the surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, as if everyone was holding their breath, as if hundreds of people were sinking under the water at the same time.

At this moment, a loud noise came, and Condensation looked up in amazement, and countless huge bolts of lightning, like a devil's hand poking out of the sky, fell on the Zhuangzi who had just escaped, and dozens of black and pressed eaves collapsed at the same time-

It's a clear sky, where did these lightning come from?

The dazzling electric light eclipses the sun.

"Boom ——"

The aftermath of "bang......" continued.

The smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring Zhuangzi and the entire mountain behind him, as if heaven and earth had been cut off from here.

......

People began to talk about victory and defeat.

Someone said: "Zhuang Mengdie's martial arts are originally the highest, plus the magic sword and tiger wings, who can stop it? Do you know the meaning of the three words tiger wings? That is the tiger's wings, Zhuang Mengdie is the real tiger ......"

Someone retorted: "But he has two enemies, one of them is still the dragon in the sky, and the other is the descendant of the dragon in the sky, and he has completely obtained the true inheritance!"

Another person said: "Guan Qianjian has more than the true inheritance of Long Zaitian? He is also the descendant of Zhuang Mengdie, have you forgotten, the secret book of Liuru is in his hands." ”

The first person said: "You are wrong, all wrong! Who said that Zhuang Mengdie's enemies are two? That was at the beginning, and then there was only one left." I took one last look back as I ran out, and I saw the dragon spurting blood on the sky's chest, rolling my eyes, uh-dead......" he said and demonstrated it himself.

Everyone else said: "Is it really fake? If you want to say that, how can there be suspense, it must be Guan Qianjian who dies! No matter whose heir he is, when he meets an opponent like Zhuang Mengdie, he also adds a magic sword, and he will go to the west if he doesn't die." ”

Suddenly, a calm voice said, "I don't think any of them will survive." Think about it, how powerful is such a thick lightning falling? The gods can't bear it......"

When everyone heard this, they all felt reasonable, and they all nodded secretly.

"Ah, there's a fire, there's a fire!" someone shouted. Everyone looked at Zhuangzi and saw countless tongues of fire coming out from under the collapsed eaves, through the smoke and dust in the sky.

(End of book)

(Hehe, the original plan was written up to this point.) I didn't think about posting it online before I started writing, so I didn't think about the word count. Later, I learned that 500,000 words can only be regarded as a short story in the online article, so I added some of the content. Book friends who have even a slight impression of the author of this book, in order to maintain a good impression in your hearts, I advise you that you can skip the following stories and ignore them. It's true!

One more point, I hope that some enthusiastic book friends can help me write a book review and talk about my opinions on this book, I am grateful!)

(Finally, allow me to say a few more words in the afterword.)

The golden ancient era of martial arts has long passed. And it won't reproduce.

Feng Ge, who was born in the seventies, at the beginning of the new century, can still set off another climax with his "high imitation" of Jin Yong. But twenty years have passed, and the reader's taste has changed dramatically, and the goodbye Jin Gu style can no longer arouse admiration, only aesthetic fatigue remains.

Unfortunately, I never cared about the "current situation", and I never forgot to immerse myself in the classical aesthetic taste. Therefore, I have not broken through the barrier between learning Jin Yong and anti-Jin Yong. If Jin Yong is compared to a building, I am either inside the building or outside the building, but I never go far.

This doomed me to failure.

Of course, the failure in the online literature market does not mean the failure of the novel itself. It does not represent an artistic and aesthetic failure. Nor does it mean a failure in fictional technique.

It doesn't mean that my long-term idea and two years of writing are in vain.

I think it was through this novel that I really learned to appreciate and write.

It is through this novel that the writing is tempered as necessary.

And more importantly, I fulfilled a dream. My dream was not to succeed in this novel, but in the story itself, in the characters, the scenes, the dialogues, and the sense of accomplishment that comes from completing a difficult task.

I never use a single word lightly and blindly. A lot of times I feel like I'm not writing, I'm grinding, sharpening the knife. It was mental work, but it was also physical work.

A lot of people don't like to look at their own work, but I have a special habit of turning over old works and revisiting them over and over again whenever I have time.

More than 500,000 words, enough for me to drink a pot. (To be continued.) )