A bad premonition came to Cao An's head, and he sighed for no reason. Fan Daqian was probably going to lose.
The result of this defeat was death. This level of fighting was beyond the control of the two of them. Everyone on the outside understood this, and Fan Daqian, who was among them, naturally also Understanding this truth, there is no turning back when he shoots the bow. This is his inevitable choice.
What he followed was the path of righteousness and domineering, while Yan Wuxiang himself followed the path of tenacity and treachery. Either Yan Wuxiang was killed under Fan Daqian's domineering majesty, or Fan Daqian In Yan Wuxiang's strange tenacity, the rebounded power can kill him with one strike, and there is no third possibility.
The victory was about to be decided, Fan Daqian's offensive became more fierce, and the light and darkness were suppressed to the extreme. At this moment, the light and darkness tore a hole in the golden glory, like a sharp sword, tearing apart the golden color. Behind the scenes, Fan Daqian knew the situation of the battle, and Yan Wuxiang himself also knew it.
The strength has been suppressed and accumulated to the limit. If he continues, he will be killed. All the power is gathered into this sword. The ancient long sword suddenly appears outside Fan Daqian's fist. The sword that was originally wrapped and suppressed The light and darkness and Yan Wuxiang himself appeared at the weakest edge of Huanghuang Jinyuan.
From the outside to the inside, the hole was torn open, and the golden curtain in front of him was cut open.
The light and darkness are like daggers, unstoppable.
boom! !
The golden light gathered in an instant, forming behind Fan Daqian a giant figure with beards and hair, and flowing clothes. He put his palms together and clamped the sword. The gathering of energy in the field also made everyone watch. After seeing the scene clearly, Fan Daqian's mouth overflowed with blood, his eyebrows were filled with a look of madness, and he clasped his hands together, just like the Dharma behind him.
The long sword is still cutting in, but the speed is slower than before.
The compressed light and darkness surged at this moment, wrapped around Yan Wuxiang, and solidified into a powerful sword. With such sharp energy, those watching from outside the barrier formation felt their hair stand on end, and some practitioners The warrior, who was at a lower level, screamed and covered his eyes, blood overflowed from the edges, and he did not dare to look again.
Just when everyone thought Yan Wuxiang was going to win, Jin Hui transformed, and the golden giant gradually took shape. His beard and hair turned from golden to red, and he opened his eyes. At that moment, he really looked like an ancient god. As if coming, the sword of light and darkness shattered inch by inch and was scattered in the air.
Yan Wuxiang hit the ground heavily. He raised his head feebly and looked at the dharma image of this fiery statue.
"Are you done?"
Fan Daqian spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, "Death to survive, life or death, no matter what, if God is on my side, I will win, I just have to punch."
A wry smile appeared on Yan Wuxiang's lips, "You horse-riding man, how could God fight with an animal like you? I won't accept it!!"
After uttering his last roar in one breath, Yan Wuxiang died completely, with no life left in his body. The formation withdrew, and Fan Daqian limped out. His arms were covered with blood, and his two sleeves had long been I don't know when they were all shattered by the overbearing power, and there were exploding cracks on both arms.
It's like a cracked earth, with bones even visible in some places.
Without the care of a high-level pharmacist, these two arms would be considered useless. But fighting for the emperor, as long as the final victory is here, this is not a problem at all. Cao An's light blue eyes glanced over, and in his heart Confirming his judgment, Fan Daqian's own internal injuries were more exaggerated than those of these two arms.
Forcibly controlling such a domineering power, the cracks in his internal organs were much more exaggerated than this, but now he was forcefully suppressing it.
'The physical body, the physical body, if you want to pursue a higher realm, the physical body must not be left behind, otherwise even if the opportunity comes, you will not be able to control that kind of power. 'Cao An warned himself over and over again.
Fan Daqian returned to his seat, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested. At this time, there was no need for anyone to announce anything. The identity of the eunuch was obviously inappropriate, but everyone knew the result.
Meng Qianli twisted his neck, his tiger eyes looking at Yuwen Wudi as if he wanted to choose someone to devour, "It's time to settle the grudges between us, Yuwen Wudi."
The latter didn't say much, just hummed and then stood up.
The two of them walked into the school arena and the big formation started again! !
I don’t know why, but in such a conquest, the victors didn’t have much joy. Everyone had a solemn look on their faces, and an invisible sad atmosphere lingered in the entire field. The fourteen people on the seats did not represent the entire dynasty. of top power, but definitely most of the top power.
The top power of a country and a dynasty, a military struggle means the fall of one.
"Are you still brooding about what happened back then?" As the formation rose, both of them knew in their hearts that one person must die here today, but they were no longer anxious. Yuwen Wudi looked at The old enemy in front of him felt a little emotional for a moment. In fact, he didn't feel much about his old enemy. It was just that Meng Qianli regarded himself as his old enemy.
At the beginning, people in the world of Luming Prefecture used to compare themselves with this casual cultivator whom they had never met before. They all said that these two martial arts geniuses in Luming Prefecture were the best among the younger generation, Luming Prefecture Shuanglong and Wen Wu. First, there is no martial arts. Second, it seems that the entire martial arts community in Luming Prefecture was looking forward to the contest between the two.
Even the elders of his sect were like this at that time.
So, with everyone's help, the two naturally started a competition between the younger generation. Yuwen Wudi should have lost that battle. If it were purely based on the martial arts of the cultivation at that time, Yuwen would have lost. Wudi was slightly inferior. At that time, he was just a martial arts embryo trained in the sect. He had not been polished and forged, and his combat experience was completely inferior to Meng Qianli.
But when we are young and vigorous, who would admit that they are worse than others? Yuwen Wudi took Pojingdan during the fight, and when he was on the verge of defeat, he unleashed his strongest blow and cut off Meng Qianli's arm. From then on, there were no rumors about Meng Qianli in Luming Prefecture, and they could only be talked about occasionally. He heard this name from other people's mouth only after his Yu Wen Wudi's past.
Later, after experiencing many things and fighting many battles, Yuwen Wudi, who gradually matured, also forgot about this person. It was not until Meng Qianli stepped into the realm of heaven and man again that he remembered this person and lamented the past.
Meng Qianli stroked his arm and looked at Yuwen Wudi with a calm look, but it was precisely under this calmness that the suppressed hatred became more and more surging.
"I don't hold anything against you, I just don't want to give in. Do you know what my dream was when I was young?"
"What is it?"
"Become a sword-wielding swordsman in the world, or become a leader of a sect. The old man in the village who taught me martial arts said that my talent is enough to surpass 70% of the martial arts in the world."
"Instead of becoming an old devil that everyone fears and hates."
Yuwen Wudi shook his head. He felt that Meng Qianli was a little unreasonable, "What kind of person a person becomes is not decided by me, but by your own heart. You are just blinded by hatred. Who can you blame?" What? I couldn't hold back my strength at first and cut off one of your arms. However, this is always the case in martial arts. When you stand on the ring, you should not complain even if you are killed by others. This makes you unable to Have you become a hero?"
Meng Qianli just smiled and said, "It is your greatest shame that the disciples of the sect openly stand up to compete with the casual cultivators for reputation. Maybe the original martial arts fight for you was to rectify the name of the sect and add a little more practical combat." It took a lot of experience, but for me, it was a turning point that could determine the direction of my life.”
"You will never understand this feeling, because you have never experienced suffering at all. What you call tempering is only for the suffering in martial arts practice. Our suffering also comes from other things. I don't like your face. The principles of justice are majestic, and if given a choice, no one would be willing to become someone he despises."
"We don't agree with each other!" Yuwen Wudi really thought about Meng Qianli's words, but as Meng Qianli said, he couldn't understand that feeling, and he couldn't understand why a person would rather abandon his original intention. Go to sin.
Meng Qianli's eyes regained clarity, "It's useless to talk more, let's start. Between you and me, this battle will end everything."
Yuwen Wudi laughed loudly: "The death of one person will lead to the death of all people in the world. This kind of fighting is what a true warrior should do."
Meng Qianli didn't say anything, and gave a big slap with his backhand, "Fuck you, I will hate you dogs who talk about benevolence, justice and morality for the rest of my life..."
