"It is indeed difficult to deal with the strong men of the eighth level of the Open Monument." Yu Zhi muttered.
Even if Yu Zhi hates Cang Shui, he still has to admit his strength.
If Li Haomiao hadn't been rushing around, making Cang Shui and others wary, Yu Zhi would have died faster.
The wind and the remaining clouds are rolling, and the huge storm seems to tear this space apart, grinding everything caught in the storm into powder.
"It seems like you're really not ready to take action?" Cang Biere said.
The voice as calm as water could not be covered up by the loud noise of the storm, and reached Li Haomiao's ears.
Li Haomiao glanced at the storm, and said calmly: "Young people should always be given a chance to exercise. If he is protected under my wings all the time, he will only die in the hands of others in the future. "
exercise? Let the strong men at the eighth level of the Open Monument hone their skills at the sixth level of Armor Breaking?
There is a gap in realm.
Cang Bieli sneered, even when he was young, he would not have dared to be so bragging.
"I'm afraid that this kid will die before you have time to take action."
The battlefield is changing rapidly, and every breath can determine the direction of the battle. Maybe the next moment Yu Zhi will be torn into pieces by the storm and crushed to death by the true energy.
By then, it would be too late for Li Haomiao to take action.
Li Haomiao also laughed, and Cang Bielie kept making noises, obviously wanting Li Haomiao to take action.
But what benefit does Li Haomiao do to him?
Li Haomiao looked at Cang Biejie and said, "You want to fight with me?"
Cang Biere didn't flinch at all, thinking: Only by luring you away can Cang Shui fight with all his strength and kill Yu Zhi.
"In the last battle, I didn't use all my strength. Although you are a tenth-grade master, you still have to ask about the sword in my hand."
Li Haomiao seemed to have anticipated everything before him and said, "In this case, I will give you another defeat."
After saying that, Li Haomiao rose into the air, holding his hands behind his back, hovering in mid-air.
A tenth-grade grandmaster can already control the sky and swim between heaven and earth.
This alone is enough to show the transcendence of the master realm.
"Cang Bieli, come up and fight!"
The sound is like the wind penetrating the forest, without any emotion, but it makes people feel at ease and comfortable.
This is Li Haomiao's sword intention.
Being free and following the wind, unrestrained, is a swan between heaven and earth, and a sparrow in the mountains.
Be free and easy and follow your heart, and the way of swordsmanship is self-cultivation.
Different from Cang Bielie's seclusion and ascetic cultivation, Li Haomiao's time in seclusion was very rare, it could even be said that it was almost never.
He has been practicing all the way and fighting when he encounters the strong. Seclusion is not the path he wants to take. The sword in his hand and the world of mortals are his path.
Cang Bieli pursued the Tao through meditation and found a peaceful place in his heart. He did not draw a sword for many years, but he spread his name to the world as a half-step master.
Li Haomiao realized Taoism through the rolling world of mortals. He passed among thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching his body. He traveled around the mountains and rivers and saw the world. The sword in Nanzhou Mansion became the master of Taoism.
The two are old acquaintances for many years and are today's rivals.
Cang Bie Li looked at Li Haomiao who was condescending in mid-air. The zhenqi in his body was circulating, lifting his body up and slowly rising up to the same level as Li Haomiao.
A half-step master, although not a master, can still control the air, but not as easily and casually as Li Haomiao.
Li Haomiao was not surprised at all.
Cang Bieli has been meditating for many years and has not left Beiliang Mansion, let alone Cangshan Mountain. If he can't even fly in the air, he will have wasted so many years.
Everyone around them was staring at the two people in mid-air.
The childhood rivals are still fighting against each other decades later.
Moreover, they are the two top sword cultivators in the world today.
The battle between these two people is much more interesting than that between Yu Zhi and Cang Shui.
"Old Xiong, do you think Cang Bielie can win?" Zong Linyue asked this question for some reason.
In her opinion, and even in everyone's opinion, there is a being like a fairy in the world above the Grandmaster, which is another level in the world. Unless we fight in the same situation, we are just seeking death.
Xiong Kui looked at Cang Biejie's figure, and he also wondered why Cang Biejie took the initiative to provoke Li Haomiao.
It was obvious that Li Haomiao had no intention of rescuing Yu Zhi.
Xiong Kui pondered: "Banbu Grandmaster is just a title. Cang Biejie's realm is still the peak of Kaibei Ninth Grade. Challenging the Grandmaster with a realm below Grandmaster..."
Xiong Kui's opinion is self-evident, but suddenly Xiong Kui changed the topic and said: "Under such circumstances, if Cang Biejie wants to win, he must use the entire Cang Mountain as a trump card!"
"The entire Cangshan Mountain...what does this mean?" Zong Linyue asked doubtfully.
Xiong Kui did not respond, but his expression was extremely heavy.
Treat the entire Cangshan Mountain as a trump card... Cangbieli hopes you won't be so crazy.
Xiong Kui was a generation older than Cang Biejie. He watched Cang Biejie rise to fame from a young age to become famous all over the world today.
It has to be said that Cang Biejie's talent in swordsmanship is unparalleled.
It's just that Cang Bier met Li Haomiao.
Zong Linyue understood Xiong Kui and thought to herself: This thing that the old bear usually refuses to talk about must be extremely serious.
...
In mid-air, Cang Bieliang drew his sword. As soon as the sword came out, the light and shadow flickered, and a sad sword intention enveloped the entire battlefield.
The autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves, relatives and friends part ways, faces age...all the sadness in the world echoes in everyone's minds in an instant.
On dozens of nearby peaks, everyone could not help but recall the tragic farewells they had experienced in life.
"Oh, oh, oh, mother, I'm sorry, baby."
"Yun'er, Yun'er, my husband didn't protect you well."
"Brother Wang, I will definitely avenge you in this life."
"..."
Guilt for parents, apology for lover, sadness for friends... one by one appeared in everyone's mind.
Countless desolate emotions are like a tsunami sweeping across the world, dragging countless people's minds into the dark sea.
Sad, depressed, and downright depressed.
There is a sadness in everyone's heart that the world is not worth it.
Two clear tears flowed from Zong Linyue's eyes, and images of her parents leaving and her disciples being slaughtered by night ghosts flashed in her mind.
She couldn't stop thinking about this scene.
"Old Xiong, I'm so sad." Zong Linyue choked with sobs. The energy all over her body returned to silence, as if her emotions were heading towards the end of negativity and sadness.
Xiong Kui also felt an inexplicable sadness.
However, after all, he was a great cultivator of the eighth level of the Open Monument, and he quickly dispelled the sadness in his heart.
There was a bit of surprise in Vicissitudes' eyes.
I never thought that Cang Farewell's Farewell Sword Intent could actually affect me.
Xiong Kui sighed in his heart and said to Zong Linyue: "Cang Bieliang's Farewell Sword Intent affects people's emotions, making the true energy in the body silent and difficult to circulate. Girl, this is a rare opportunity to sharpen your heart. Stick to your heart and put those things into practice. Only by getting rid of negative emotions and cultivating your mind can you cultivate the Tao."
Xiong Kui's voice was like the roar of a black bear, deafening.
When Zong Linyue heard this, her originally dim eyes flashed with perseverance.
In addition to Zong Linyue, practitioners in various places in the mountains and forests also use Cang Biejie's Sword Intention of Parting as a means to sharpen their state of mind.
They were not everyone on the battlefield, and most of the powerful parting sword intent was directed towards Li Haomiao.
Therefore, these escaping sword intentions can just be used to cultivate the mind.
On the other side, Wuhua lowered his head and whispered: "Amitabha. How on earth did this donor cultivate such a sad sword intention."
Li Wantong was not a cultivator and could not bear the sad sword intent. The scene of the girl being killed kept appearing in his mind.
His eyes were full of tears, he was full of apologies, and he even had the urge to die.
At this time, Wei Wuji took a step forward, his true energy bloomed, and the sharp edge of the sword opened and closed to block the parting sword intention.
Li Wantong looked at Wei Wuji and said softly: "Thank you, Lord Marquis."
Wei Wuji nodded slightly. He was protecting these people and there would be no other accidents.
However, what he is worried about is Yu Zhi who is at the center of the storm.
For Yu Zhi to face Cang Shui, who was at the eighth level of the Open Monument, he had a narrow escape. Coupled with the interference of the Farewell Sword Intent, it was clearly a desperate situation.
Ye Qinghuan said: "Master Hou, will Yu Zhi be okay?"
Wei Wuji shook his head and said, "Nothing has happened to the young master yet."
He really wanted to help Yu Zhi, but Li Haomiao once warned him not to interfere. Although he didn't know what Li Haomiao had planned, he still chose to obey.
Besides, Cangshan is the place where there are many people.
If Wei Wuji takes action, the other elder disciples in Cangshan will never give up.
Ye Qinghuan is already at the lower level of the seventh level of the Open Monument, and the prototype of his sword intention continues to grow, and he continues to hone it with the help of Cang Biejie's sword intention.
Seeing everyone's concern, Wei Wuji added: "Don't worry, Li Haomiao said he doesn't care about the young master, but he should have his own plans and will not care about the young master's life or death."
At this time, Yu Zhi was holding the Zi Zi Sword and thinking about how to break the situation.
The storm continued to tighten, squeezing his living space to only three feet.
And that sad parting sword intention also fell on Yu Zhi.
I can't beat Cang Shui in the first place, but you still come here like this, you really want to kill me!
In a critical situation, the true energy is as silent as a quagmire, difficult to circulate.
Cang Shui, who was outside the storm, shouted loudly: "Little Yu Zhi, hand over the Biluo Qingyan. I can spare your life!"
Cang Shui was unwilling to kill Yu Zhi because he had to worry about Li Haomiao.
So far, no one knows Li Haomiao's thoughts.
Even if Cang Shui crushes Yu Zhi, do you really want Yu Zhi to die here?
"Old thief, I will kill you today!" Yu Zhi shouted loudly.
To hand over Biluo Qingyan, Biluo Qingyan must be willing.
Since arriving in Cangshan, Biluo Qingyan has been hiding in the ring, unwilling to show up, just like a child who doesn't want to go to private school.
Yu Zhi had no choice, and it was impossible for Yu Zhi to compromise with Cang Shui.
A faint black energy appeared in Cang Shui's eyes. The next moment Cang Shui raised his hand and waved, and a sharp sword appeared in his hand.
"Anyone who dares to offend the power of Cangshan will be damned."
In an instant, countless streams of water burst out from the tip of the sword, and the sound of water splashes continued to sound. Water streams of different sizes penetrated the storm and intertwined with the wind and snow.
Whoosh whoosh!
Covered by the storm, the water flowed like arrows, flying towards Yu Zhi.
In just an instant, Yu Zhi's body was covered with scars.
Blood dripped down, and a fierce light flashed in Yu Zhi's eyes.
The infuriating energy that had been silent due to the influence of the Parting Sword Intent would be difficult to circulate. Otherwise, Yu Zhi could use the little figure to fill his eyes with infuriating energy and would not be in such a mess.
"Old thief!"
Yu Zhi touched his arms, and a red talisman suddenly appeared in his palm.
