Even the top ten in the world could not withstand the pressure of heaven and earth, but this man easily cut it off with one sword.
But the Shinto co-leader's offensive went far beyond that.
A towering mountain suddenly appeared in front of the ferry, surrounded by clouds and mist, which looked like a fairyland. The sights of martial artist Yao Tiao and Qingshan Jiankui were obscured by clouds, but Taoist Lotus Crown saw a shocking scene. There were ten people standing on the hidden mist cliff at the highest point of the mountain. Some were carrying swords on their backs, and some were holding swords with both hands. Some people closed their eyes and concentrated, while others dusted themselves with dust.
And these ten are the strongest people in the millennium and hundreds of years. They have all trampled an era under their feet, or they have reached the end of the martial arts road, or they have achieved enlightenment and soared.
Guiliu frowned slightly because he saw two familiar faces among the ten people. One was the Sword God Zhao Bingnie, and the other was the Sui Emperor who was "spiritually similar" to him.
Any one of these ten people who stood up would be invincible, not to mention the ten "number one in the world" in front of them.
Everyone's eyes are more or less focused on Gui Liu, because they all know very well that an emperor who briefly reached the eleventh realm by absorbing the remaining luck of the Sui Dynasty, and an emperor who was truly blessed with the luck of the dynasty, the former It is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of the latter. In other words, just against "himself" among these ten people, Geiryu has no chance of winning. How can it be possible to fight one against ten?
As if they had received some kind of order, the ten people suddenly set off together and rushed to the ferry.
Guiliu took a deep breath, his golden eyes became purer, and he held the Zhuxian Sword with slight force, preparing to face the enemy.
The Lotus Crown Taoist with torn clothes, the swordsman in blue with his sword in pieces, and Yao Tiao with bloody fists, all three of them stood behind him.
"Although it may not be of much help, but..."
Taoist Lotus Crown held it in for a long time, and finally closed his mouth angrily.
Yao Tiao smiled and said, "But you might as well die."
I'm afraid that one word may turn out to be a prophecy.
Guiliu narrowed his eyes and said silently in his mind: "Here he comes."
The first one to strike was the burly man with a sword on his back. He was only a few dozen feet away from the ferry. He held the hilt of the sword behind his back with both hands, bowed like a shrimp, as if he had accumulated all his strength, and then suddenly pulled it out.
With this sword, the sky seemed to be split open.
If not stopped, this ferry will definitely be shattered into pieces.
The flow of roses collides with each other. In terms of sword fighting, Zhu Xian has the greatest killing power. So what if your sword intention reaches its peak?
Compared with chopping the sky and the earth, Zhu Xian flew out, and the thin golden thread seemed to cut an inconspicuous small wound in the world, but the more hidden it was, the more deadly it was.
Guiliu was even faster than a flying sword. He instantly dodged in front of the burly man and punched him in the head.
After receiving the punch forcibly, the burly man staggered slightly. After he steadied his feet, he quickly punched out, directly hitting his forehead.
Even an ascended monk with heavenly cultivation would not dare to engage in hand-to-hand combat with such a pure martial artist who had surpassed the ninth level. This was just like a crossbowman on the battlefield who would never run up to a cavalryman and shoot arrows in his face. In the eyes of the Lotus Crown Taoist, Gui Liu's move was tantamount to suicide, and in the eyes of Jian Kui and Yao Tiao, who were pure martial artists, it was nothing more than a stupid act of seeking death.
Only Gui Qing began to look calmly into the distance.
The next second, Guiliu also received a solid punch, but he was like a statue, motionless.
Suddenly his right arm dropped, his palm opened backwards, and the Zhuxian Sword was held in his reverse hand.
Gui Liu punched to the extreme with his left hand, and with his right hand holding the Zhuxian Sword behind his back, he took the opportunity to cut his throat. The speed was so fast, and at such a close distance, the burly man had no time to respond.
Eight hundred years ago, Yang Buyan, a tenth-grade martial artist, forcibly broke a dead end into a bloody road. He was surrounded and suppressed by ninety-nine and eighty-one "Nine Realm" monks for three years before he died. However, he could only fight with this half-hearted eleven. Men from different backgrounds exchange moves?
Unless Guiliu is not just an eleventh realm monk at this moment.
"The eleventh grade martial artist."
This is a fact that makes Master Lotus Crown feel desperate. And the more powerful Gei Liu showed his strength, the more desperate he became.
Just a dabbler in the eleven realms who has learned a little bit about the fortune of the Sui Dynasty is so powerful. How powerful must the "right master", the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty be?
Is it the Twelve Realms, or is it an existence beyond the Twelve Realms?
Suddenly, Taoist Lotus Crown's eyes widened, and his heart almost felt like he was losing his son.
Because he saw Guiliu being knocked away by a huge palm print, and even the Zhuxian Sword fell off his hand.
A middle-aged Taoist holding a whisk stood next to Yang Bufan in an instant.
The heavy pressure carried by the huge palm print was like tens of thousands of huge mountains pressing down on him. If he hadn't been a martial artist of the eleventh grade, he would have exploded and died. However, although Guiliu was not injured at this moment, he was not much better. He felt dizzy. His eyes seemed to be entangled with thousands of golden threads, and he could not see anything clearly. There was only the whistling wind in his ears.
The middle-aged Taoist had no expression on his face and took another palm print. Yang Bufan took the opportunity to get close to Gei Liu, preparing to kill him.
A woman held the long and narrow swords at her waist and struck directly at Gui Liu's back.
In this kind of fighting, life and death only last for a moment, even shorter than the blink of an eye.
The Zhuxian Sword trembled slightly, wanting to save the savior. A golden light flashed between the sky and the earth, and Gui Liu reached out his hand with understanding, wanting to catch it.
But in the end it was not him who held the Zhuxian Sword, but a man who silently watched the battle without taking any action. He was dressed in a bright red dragon robe, and no emperor in history was more regal than him.
"Long time no see, Zhu Xian."
He actually spoke, lowered his head and stroked the blade of the sword with emotion in his eyes. He was completely unlike the other nine puppets.
When Guiliu heard these words, he knew something was wrong. He desperately tried to pull away the golden whisk in front of his eyes, but his grasp was empty.
The middle-aged Taoist holding a fly whisk suddenly whispered, and two dazzling suns exploded in Gui Liu's eyes.
Until this moment, he couldn't see anything, and the world in front of him was dark. At this time, he had already smelled the breath of death.
Yang Bufan had already arrived, raised his hands high into the air and punched Gui Liu on the chest.
The woman glanced at Guiliu's back in an instant, and it didn't matter whether her heart was on the left or right, there were two knives anyway. Just plug it in.
Guiqing finally stopped waiting and took a step forward.
In an instant, the sky was dark, and the evil energy was billowing, covering the sky and the earth, and was bigger than the sea of clouds.
Everyone is in such a terrible world.
Everything was frozen except for the woman's cold eyes that seemed to be full of divinity.
Everywhere she walked slowly was filled with supreme pressure.
Yang Bufan, who had raised his fists high but had not yet struck them down, was instantly swallowed up by the evil spirit. The same was true for the woman who drew the sword with both hands. In fact, except for the Sui Emperor, the other nine people all disappeared.
The evil spirit between heaven and earth disappeared instantly. In just a moment, the sky was clear and the air was clear, the sun was pouring, and the ferry was sailing on the sea of clouds, and the scenery was superb.
After catching him, Gui Qing gently wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes with her sleeve, and swept it with her palm, and a trace of coldness penetrated him.
After a while, he finally opened his eyes.
"Isn't it still possible to reach the eleventh realm..."
"Don't be surprised if you lose to him. Five hundred years ago, the eminent monk of Shituo Temple, a Taoist and Buddhist practitioner, was my favorite. Of course, in the end, I went beyond the rules of heaven and killed him."
The Sui Emperor actually stood next to Giliu, completely unafraid of the people in the boat in front of him.
Gui Liu stood up, took a breath, and looked at Gui Qing: "Is it safe for now?"
"Yes." Gui Qing turned to look into the distance and said calmly: "At least until you reach the Qingfen Mountain barrier, you will be safe."
Guiliu hesitated, "Just now...how did you save me?"
At the moment when time froze, everyone's memories also froze. Therefore, except for the Sui Emperor who was not restricted by it, no one else knew how Gui Qing rescued Gui Liu.
Guiqing did not answer his brother's question, but turned to look at the Sui Emperor who was always standing by. The latter smiled and said: "Can I take a moment to talk to him?"
Guiqing didn't say anything, but turned around and left.
The Zhuxian Sword rotated rapidly around the two of them, cutting off a world where heaven and man could not pry, not even the Shinto co-master.
After five hundred years, "I" and "I" finally met each other.
"The ten people she summoned should be puppets. Why do you have a mind?" Guiliu asked first.
"What do you think it would be if she summoned you?" The Sui Emperor did not answer directly, but just smiled.
Guiliu no longer dwells too much on this issue. The most likely possibility is that the Sui Emperor, who is very likely to transcend the Twelve Realms, has some kind of heavenly means that can escape control.
The two looked at each other, each other's reflection reflected in each other's eyes. The two figures are extremely similar. If you don't distinguish them carefully, they are simply the same person.
"What do you think of her?"
The woman mentioned by the Sui Emperor was naturally Wang Sizhi.
Guiliu immediately felt disgusted. This tone was like that of an experienced elder who had gone through many vicissitudes of life and was questioning an ignorant young man with a see-through tone.
"The woman you are talking about is your Empress of the Sui Dynasty, and the woman I want is my Crown Princess. I don't want to judge your empress, and you are not qualified to ask this question."
Guiliu's face was gloomy, and he would probably take action if there was any disagreement.
"Just like when I was young, I have a bad temper." The Sui Emperor laughed it off and said to himself: "I am not myself. I have been dealing with me for a long time, and I would rather be me. What is this?"
"Okay, you are you, I am me, the Empress of the Sui Dynasty is the Empress of the Sui Dynasty, and Wang Sizhi is Wang Sizhi. Do you want to hear me tell a story?"
Guiliu said in a deep voice: "Say."
The Emperor of the Sui Dynasty sat on the ground and said with a smile: "The story is a bit long. I'll tell it while I'm sitting. You'd better sit down and listen."
Gui Liu roughly guessed what he was going to say, so he sat down.
The Emperor of the Sui Dynasty pondered for a moment and said softly: "I wonder if your wife has ever told you about things that happened five hundred years ago."
"I mention it often, but it's obvious that she hates you and loves me more."
"Is this so?" Emperor Sui said to himself, his eyes full of clear sadness, exactly the same as when Guiliu was sad.
"My father was a conservative lord. He died suddenly due to drunkenness and lust. I took over the country from him. I was only twenty-three years old at that time. That is to say, at the end of that year in the cold winter, I visited the country in white dragon fish clothes. Minister Gao Huan usurped power and united with some high-ranking rebels in the court to fabricate the illusion that I had been poisoned, and told the world. All people in the Sui Dynasty were required not to leave their homes and be discharged from the hospital, and to wear silk cloth at home for more than a month. . As for me, I had nowhere to go, and Gao Huan sent people to hunt me everywhere. A newly ascended emperor, before he could warm his throne, he was homeless and worse than a beggar. I went north around. I passed one city after another for three years and walked at least thousands of miles, but never found a place to rely on, until that autumn, I met her in the countryside."
Geiliu's heart stung a little because she once said something: "It would be better than the first time we met in the mountains five hundred years ago."
"She lived alone in a small hut, with no parents, no fields, and all she did every day was to walk in the countryside. She took me in, and I thought I would finally be able to get along with the stutter, but I soon discovered that she had no She didn't eat or drink water, and her piercing bright red eyes made me wonder if she was human."
Geiliu said in shock: "At that time, she was already..."
"The co-master of Shinto reincarnated and was born with self-awareness, so she neither possesses pure divinity nor pure humanity. This is very different from your Wang Sizhi. It is precisely because of this that she is both compassionate and indifferent to everything. In the end, she became the empress of the Sui Dynasty who was as cold as poison as described in the history books."
"After you and her first met in the countryside, you didn't have any soldiers. How could you take over the world again?"
"Rely on her. Don't forget, she is a god, our co-owner thousands of years ago."
The Emperor of the Sui Dynasty smiled and said: "I stayed with her in that small hut for three years. Since she has a human part, she must have the desire for love. As we get along with her, she gradually develops feelings. When the time is right, I will confess my identity. Promise her that if she can help me take back this world, I will make her the Queen of the Sui Dynasty, and I will marry her and we will never be apart for the rest of my life."
Geiliu stared at her, "So you don't love her at all. Right?"
The Sui Emperor smiled calmly and said, "Yes."
Guiliu took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and sneered: "She still misses you five hundred years ago. How can you bear to be ungrateful to an infatuated woman?"
"What kind of favor has been forgotten, what kind of righteousness has been owed? She helped me take back the world, and I made her the mother of the world. As for her infatuation, is it true that she is the only one in the world who is allowed to be infatuated, and no one else is allowed to be more infatuated than her? She loves me, and I I don’t love her, but I love someone else. Aren’t there people like me everywhere in the world?”
The Emperor of the Sui Dynasty had a calm look in his eyes, "She killed the woman I loved most and slaughtered the entire harem and concubines, even the maids. She strung up all the heads and showed them to me and to all the civil and military officials in the court. She She thought that she would be able to secure her position as queen, and that she would be able to get me completely. With such a ridiculous behavior, people in the world naturally regarded her as a disaster. The surrounding dynasties also soon found out about it. I wanted to kill her, but I couldn't. I could only keep her under house arrest for thirty years in the name of protecting her. For thirty years, every night after that, I wrote letters to be sent to her. I couldn't express my longing for her, but I just didn't go to see her. She lived for thirty years, until the fall of the Sui Dynasty. The pain of lovesickness is the most painful to a person's life. This is the greatest torture I have given her."
"The official history of the massacre of the harem can be changed, but unofficial history cannot be prevented. So I killed people wantonly, both in the government and in the public. I killed all the officials in the court and did not dare to speak out, and the people in the countryside did not dare to write history. Otherwise, how could the history books of future generations be given to just one person? A cold and charming comment?"
"So do you understand why I asked you that question in the first place? Because the person beside you, the pure human Wang Sizhi, is no different from a real person. But my queen, her humanity is incomplete, so she is like a madman , capable of many terrible actions.”
When the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty talked about this, most of the history of the collapse of the Sui Dynasty that was originally shrouded in clouds and fog has become clear. The two facts that Guiliu didn't want to accept the most were that the Sui Emperor in front of her had never loved her queen at all, and that the Sui Queen's horrific behavior could no longer be described as cold and poisonous. No matter who listened to it, I will feel chills on my back and my hair will stand on end.
The Emperor of the Sui Dynasty smiled and said, "Having said that, I believe you can also guess the reason for the final destruction of the Sui Dynasty. I can't kill her, I can only torture her with the pain of lovesickness to vent my hatred, but in the world From people's perspective, I was covering up a lot. From their perspective, I was covering up a calamity that massacred thousands of people, and I was killing people on a large scale and not allowing anyone to tell anyone about it. So in the end, I The result was that the entire Sui Dynasty rebelled, and 16 surrounding dynasties joined forces, with tens of millions of cavalry, easily crushing the mountains and rivers of the Sui Dynasty. This has never happened before in historians."
"The door had been rusting for thirty years. That day I pushed it open, and there was already a sea of fire outside. I saw her haggard face, just like the mountains and rivers in disarray. That was the first time I felt sorry for her, even though I knew she She is a god and cannot die, but I was still afraid that she would really die, so I stood in front of her, facing the cavalry of the sixteen dynasties, and told her to leave quickly."
"Then what?" Guiliu asked softly.
"Then I died, and she died with me. When I heard her say at the last moment of my unconsciousness that she wanted to be husband and wife for the rest of our lives, I knew that no matter how many lives I took, I would never be able to get rid of her."
The Emperor of the Sui Dynasty stood up and murmured softly: "But she is too stupid and insists on forcing herself. She doesn't know that even though we have been destined to live together forever, the real her and what she really wants is only that one life. Just like you said at the beginning, The Empress of the Sui Dynasty is the Empress of the Sui Dynasty, and Wang Sizhi is Wang Sizhi. Not only are they two completely different people, but so are you and me."
"Okay, I'm done telling my story." Emperor Sui took Zhu Xian back and looked towards the distance of the ferry.
Geiliu stood up, "Do you still hate her now?"
"Hate, why don't you hate her? She killed the woman I loved most and destroyed my country. Even if the sea turned into mulberry fields, for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, I still hate her."
Guiliu murmured: "Just like she loves you."
The Sui Emperor suddenly pinched Giliu's shoulder, and almost instantly, a murderous woman appeared behind him.
But Geiliu was not afraid, because he did not see any murderous intention in this man's eyes, but instead a kind of helplessness, a kind of relief, a kind of calmness, and a kind of relief.
It's like saying: "Let it go."
"If you want to get her back, you must make her completely abandon her divinity and become a real human being. Of course, after that, you must be strong enough to protect her. I would be a waste if she hadn't given it to me. A trace of divinity, I am nothing. The reason why she occupies an ascension platform but has yet to ascend is because she is waiting for me, or to be precise, waiting for you, waiting to regain the last trace of divinity."
The Sui Emperor's figure began to shake, becoming more and more ethereal, while Gui Liu's golden eyes became more pure and natural.
Five hundred years ago, after their first meeting in the countryside, she was not yet the cold and charming Empress of the Sui Dynasty, and he was not yet the tired Emperor of the Sui Dynasty. The young man and woman traveled together to enjoy the scenery under the waterfall. In a small pavilion, the woman expressed her gentle feelings, "How much hate the west wind can blow away the eyebrows."
And the man who only had domination and great achievements in his eyes replied like this: "So many things in ancient and modern times are all made fun of."
The Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, a being who transcended the Twelve Realms and was not under the control of the Shinto Co-Master, could have come to peace with himself and lived for thousands of years as long as he wanted.
But at this moment, the last trace of his divinity was gone, and his ethereal figure was almost invisible.
The moment he was blown away by the breeze, he raised his head and laughed: "So many things in ancient and modern times are all made fun of!"
He really let go of everything.
Five hundred years ago, stingy historians did not even want to write him into history books.
So today
In the 16th year of Yongshuang, the last emperor of the Sui Dynasty
collapse
