Looking at the black-robed man who was approaching him step by step and suddenly stopped three feet away, standing solemnly like a mountain, Hu Yuan suddenly smiled and said: "This battle between you and me is destined to be recorded in the history of the world, no matter the final victory, No matter what, are you willing to be remembered as Potala, the Demon Cult's 'Lonely Peak King'?"
"Do you know my identity?" Although the man in black robe asked, his voice remained steady and he did not show the slightest surprise.
"Flying knives are affectionate, golden rings are ruthless, iron swords have a good reputation, and jade flutes are lustful."
Hu Long recited these four short verses that seemed like poetry but not poetry, and said leisurely,
"Among the top ten masters of the last 'Weapons Spectrum', these four are considered to be the most active. Pindao has already met the other three, and today I finally had the honor to see the 'Dragon and Phoenix Golden Ring'."
On the one hand, Hu Long has memories of past lives, and he has many clues about many things even if he does not know the truth; on the other hand, he has the power of "seeing from the sky and hearing from the earth", which is very convenient if you want to explore the truth based on the clues he knows.
As early as a few years ago, he had already found out the identities of the four heavenly kings in the demon sect who never showed their true colors to others.
When he learned that Shangguan Jinhong was Potala, the Solitary Peak Heavenly King, he was not too surprised. Instead, he felt that this was only reasonable.
In this way, Shangguan Jinhong's daughter Shangguan Xiaoxian, who has no chance of being born, will be able to sit on the throne of Gufeng Heavenly King in the "future". It is only natural for her to inherit her father's legacy.
The man in black robe was silent for a long time, and finally raised his hand to take off the black robe and took off the mask on his face, revealing a majestic and tall man wearing only a simple green cloth robe, and a face that was so cold that it seemed to have annihilated all human beings. With an emotional face, his arms shook slightly, and a pair of gold rings with coiled dragons and carved phoenixes, not much bigger than women's bracelets, slipped from the wrists and fell into the palms:
"The 'Dragon and Phoenix Golden Ring' is here. Judging from your sword-holding skills, could it be related to the 'Yuehua Fairy' who was listed in the 'Weapons Book' with the 'Frost Moon Sword' in the past?"
Hu Long took a serious look at the pair of "dragon and phoenix golden rings" that were very different in size and style from the legend. They looked more like toy ornaments than weapons. He stopped smiling and replied in a deep voice: "'Moonflower Fairy' is poor. Senior Sister Dao."
Shangguan Jinhong said numbly: "I entered the Central Plains twice, but suffered two disastrous defeats. Sixteen years ago, I met the 'Moon Flower Fairy'. After a confrontation for half an hour, I took the initiative to escape because I was not sure to catch her sword; six years ago Encountered 'Old Man Tianji', and after fighting for more than three hundred times, he was defeated by one move.
"In the past six years, I have given up all desires and enjoyment and focused on martial arts. Every year I can shrink the golden ring I use by one inch. This year, I finally understood the martial arts realm of 'no ring in my hand, but a ring in my heart', and am preparing to enter the Central Plains for the third time.
"The first step is to officially establish the sect and prepare a surprise force for our divine sect to march into the Central Plains; the second step is to find the 'Moonlight Fairy' and the 'Tianji Old Man', and use these new rings forged by one's own hands to wash away the old defeats of the past. shame!"
The aura on his body continued to rise with these words, and an invisible force circled around him like a huge ring, seeming to include everything in the world.
Hu Long's fingers, palms and arms holding the flying knife did not move at all, and he said slowly: "In this case, Pindao will give you a chance to avenge your shame as the heir of the 'Frost Moon Sword'!"
Shangguan Jinhong raised the double rings in his hand: "Please use the sword!"
Hu Long knew that the opponent asked him to strike first, but it was not only due to his obsession with being defeated by the "Yuehua Fairy"'s unused sword in the past, but also a very clever strategy, using strong self-confidence to shake the enemy. The opponent’s confidence and fighting spirit.
Because of the strong self-confidence shown by the other party, I had a little doubt about the sword that was about to be used by the opponent, so I was doomed that the sword was bound to fail, but——
"Hey, in the original story, even with the remaining power of killing 'Old Man Tianji', you still couldn't shake Li Xunhuan's belief in the flying knife in his hand. Is Pindao, the uncle of the master, not as good as him?"
The spirit that grew stronger by practicing the "Cold Jade Soul Refining Technique" taught by "Moon Flower Fairy" Leng Hongxia separated into an idea that condensed the purest killing intent, and quietly merged with the dragon-shaped flying knife held in his fingers. As one body.
After Hu Yuan experienced a wonderful time-travel, this flying knife, which was deeply spiritual, merged with this thought, and the blade began to tremble very slightly, as if responding to the master's call, it could not wait to drink the blood from the enemy's neck.
Raising the arm, shaking the wrist, and snapping the fingers, the three movements were clearly displayed in front of Shangguan Jinhong's eyes. They were smooth and stretched with an indescribable and ultimate beauty that combines strength and elegance.
One strike!
The dragon-shaped flying knife disappeared from Shangguan Jinhong's sight at the same time as it escaped the control of Hu Yuan's three fingers.
Shangguan Jinhong knew that the flying knife had not disappeared, but because its speed had exceeded a certain limit, and it was so fast that his sight could no longer catch up.
But he also knew that a person's eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and body would be deceived and deceived for various reasons. The only thing that could be used as a basis to break through the confusion and point to the truth was the mysterious and mysterious telepathy.
That is to say, in this moment, which was shorter than the flash of lightning, he abandoned the perception of the other five senses, and a pair of delicate and somewhat "delicate" dragon and phoenix gold rings in his hands followed the guidance of his soul, one forward and one backward. The cross lock is to lock the dragon-shaped flying knife that is out of sight but can be sensed to be flying in front of him and about to penetrate his throat.
At the same time, this pair of small golden rings generate extremely powerful magnetism with the pure innate Qi he injected into them.
Although "Old Man Tianji" has got rid of his dependence on weapons, the "Tianji Stick" is still the one that allows him to fully display all his strength.
In order to ensure that he could exert his strongest strength when facing the strongest enemy, Shangguan Jinhong was not afraid of borrowing magical weapons, so he collected a rare metal from the Black Mountain and forged a pair of weapons that could be inspired by innate true energy. A golden ring that is magnetic and good at defeating all kinds of weapons, especially hidden weapons.
I could vaguely feel that the flying knife had begun to slow down due to the magnetic pull of the golden ring, so that my eyes could already capture a bit of blurry dark golden light and shadow. Even the official Jin Hong, who had abandoned his love and was as solid as a stone, couldn't help but There was a trace of excitement and joy.
This emotion did not affect the speed of his attack at all. A pair of golden rings accurately inserted the blurry light and shadow into it and locked it with force.
However, in the next moment, the excitement and joy in his heart disappeared, leaving only a piece of ice.
It turned out that the pair of interlocking golden rings separated from the left and right without any force, and did not lock anything solid.
Since the flying knife is not locked by the golden ring, at this moment...
Shangguan Jinhong opened his mouth to speak, but could no longer say anything, because the flying knife was inserted into his throat, with only the tail exposed, completely blocking every word he wanted to say.
