In the evening, Tianzi Mountain.
Jiang Ruoting stood quietly in front of the temple.
The magnificent and resplendent temple is bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if an old man with countless glorious pasts is reminiscing about his past at the end of his life.
Jiang Ruoting had been standing for a long time, but the door of the holy temple was closed tightly, with no intention of opening it for him.
The dragon robe on his body was now in tatters, and there were several holes with palm prints on his back.
Da da da
There was a sound of footsteps stepping on the stone slab behind Jiang Ruoting.
"The second prince walked a little hastily. I walked slowly and made you wait here for a long time."
Zhou Ruoxiao came to stand behind Jiang Ruoting with a smile on his face.
Zhou Ruoxiao specially put on his python suit today, which symbolizes the identity of King Xiaoyao. The black background is decorated with eight giant pythons inlaid with gold threads. The sleeves are closely interspersed with flowing clouds. The whole python suit is majestic and symbolizes Zhou Ruoxiao has a high status and great power.
Jiang Ruoting said without turning around, "If you wait for the person you want to wait for, it is worth waiting no matter how long you wait. If you wait for the person you want to wait for but not..."
"Then you are just waiting to die..." Zhou Ruoxiao stepped behind Jiang Ruoting and put his right hand directly on the big point of his back. As long as he activated his internal force with one palm, Jiang Ruoting would die suddenly on the spot.
The mountain wind blew up the waves of pine and cypress trees, ruffling Jiang Ruoting's ears and hair.
"I don't want to die in such a confused way."
Jiang Ruoting smoothed the somewhat damaged sleeves and smoothed out a few wrinkles on the dragon robe, with a bitter smile on his face.
Zhou Ruoxiao sneered. After many years of charging on the battlefield, he knew very well the principle of cutting off the roots of the grass and regrowing it with the spring breeze. For all enemies that might threaten him, he always wanted to defeat them as soon as possible at all costs. Kill him.
What's more, he didn't know Saint Zhi Ge, so he couldn't estimate Saint Monk Zhi Ge's attitude towards Jiang Ruoting. If Zhi Ge suddenly counterattacked and helped Jiang Ruoting deal with him, he would be in trouble.
"Oh, really? But I am a more cautious person. For those enemies who want to kill me, I want to send them to hell as soon as possible without any delay.
Therefore, it is better to ask the second prince to get on his way as soon as possible. When the time comes in hell, I will naturally tell the second prince everything slowly..."
Zhou Ruoxiao's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he had already begun to activate his inner strength, wanting to kill Jiang Ruoting directly.
Hearing this, Jiang Ruoting clasped his hands together, lowered his head and closed his eyes. His face was as calm as water, and he seemed to have accepted the ending.
"May the new Emperor be blessed with good fortune and long life."
squeak
The door of the holy temple slowly opened.
Seeing this, Zhou Ruoxiao put away his inner strength, knelt down and saluted, "Long live my emperor!"
Jiang Ruoting looked up.
I saw two figures, an old man and a young man, standing in the shadow of the gate.
As the door opened wider and wider, the shadows shrank smaller and smaller, and Jiang Ruoting finally saw their faces clearly.
"Greetings... my emperor, long live my emperor."
Jiang Ruoting knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed deeply.
The development of things has far exceeded his imagination. As for the identity of the new emperor, he has thought about many results. It may be Zhou Ruoxiao, it may be Prime Minister Wang Daofan, or it may even be Zhi Ge Shengseng. After all, all three of them are. He has made great contributions to the human race and is respected by the world.
But he never expected that the new emperor was actually the fourth prince Jiang Xianfeng.
The one who pulls out the Human Emperor Sword must be the one who gathers the great luck of the human race. But Jiang Xianfeng is just a young child, how can he be the one who brings the great luck of the human race?
However, the Human Emperor Sword in Jiang Xianfeng's hand clearly showed signs of being pulled out. The Human Emperor Sword was a sacred object of the human race and there could be no mistakes.
"I heard that using the Human Emperor Sword to kill a human race does not involve cause and effect. Can the new emperor verify it for me?" Zhou Ruoxiao said in a deep voice, looking directly at Jiang Xianfeng.
"This... I don't understand, what should I do?" Jiang Xianfeng was flustered by Zhou Ruoxiao's eyes and stammered.
The holy monk Zhi Ge sighed softly and looked at Jiang Ruoting who was kneeling on the ground, then at Zhou Ruoxiao who had a determined look on his face, and finally looked at the Human Emperor Sword at Jiang Xianfeng's waist with complicated eyes.
He thought back to the temple late that night.
Fifty dim candles burned in front of the Buddha statue. The huge Buddha statue was half hidden in the darkness and half in the light, which looked very strange.
Jiang Xianfeng stood at the Buddha statue for a long time, and then stretched out his young hands towards the ancient Human Emperor Sword.
The cold touch made the little hand retract immediately.
"No, Xiao Fengfeng. When I came here, I promised my sister that everything must be under the command of Brother Zhou. Brother Zhou said that I must pull out this sword. So, Xiao Fengfeng, come on, you must It's okay." Jiang Xianfeng clenched his fists and cheered himself up, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
The little hand stretched out to the cold hilt of the Emperor's Sword again, one finger, two fingers, and the little hand carefully held the hilt.
Outside the holy temple.
Zhou Ruoxiao and Zhi Ge stood opposite each other.
"Sage Zhi Ge, how confident do you think he is in pulling out that sword?" Zhou Ruoxiao asked with a smile.
Zhi Ge turned his head and glanced at Jiang Xianfeng, who was holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and trying to pull out the Human Emperor Sword with all his strength, and then shook his head.
Over the years, he has been guarding the temple and has seen countless people coming to the temple in various ways, trying to pull out the Human Emperor Sword in front of the temple.
But no one has ever pulled it out.
Among them were people with high virtues and great power, and there were also people with profound virtues and unpredictable cultivation. When it came to strength and prestige, Jiang Xianfeng was completely incomparable to them.
"I've seen too many people with better conditions than him, why can he pull it out?" Zhi Ge said slowly.
"Sage Zhi Ge, I would like to ask a question about you."
"Speaking."
"Can you tell fortunes?"
"Know a little bit about it."
Zhou Ruoxiao looked away from Jiang Xianfeng, who was resting beside the incense table in the palace and was panting from exhaustion, and said softly, "I want you to count how many punches you will receive today."
Zhi Ge's eyes narrowed and he said with an evil look, "Are you serious?"
"I never lie to people." Zhou Ruoxiao said calmly.
Zhi Ge pondered for a long time and said slowly, "I don't think I will get punched today..."
"Haha, I let the holy monk calculate, not feel." Zhou Ruoxiao said with a smile.
"I didn't promise to help you calculate this." Zhi Ge shook his head and looked at Zhou Ruoxiao attentively, "Besides, my feeling is always very accurate."
"Really?" Zhou Ruoxiao stepped in front of Zhi Ge in two steps, his eyes gleaming with cold light, like a long sword, boring straight into Zhi Ge's eyes.
The two looked at each other tit-for-tat, their gazes seeming to ignite the flames of war, and the raging fire burned into a powerful aura.
The moon hid behind the clouds, and the disappearance of the moonlight alarmed a bird. Birds flew across the dark woods, causing a commotion and a flock of birds flying from the branches.
"Arrogant people, don't be arrogant in front of the Buddha!" Zhige clasped his hands together, faced the Buddha statue in the hall, and bowed to perform a Buddhist salute.
"I just asked a few questions about why Saint Zhige is so angry." Zhou Ruoxiao had a sarcastic smile on his face, "Maybe Saint Zhige is also unsure, so he is afraid of what others say."
An angry look flashed across Zhi Ge's face, he flicked his sleeves and shouted, "You have provoked me again and again, do you really want to do something that has nothing to do with me?"
"Haha, Holy Monk Zhi Ge deserves to have a military background, and he still has a bit of military character." Zhou Ruoxiao laughed twice, then turned to look stern and said, "Then ask the Holy Monk for advice, I would like to Let’s see if the holy monk’s feeling is accurate.”
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Ruoxiao raised his fist and hit Zhi Ge's lower abdomen at an extremely vicious angle.
If this punch hits, Zhi Ge's Dantian internal force operation will definitely fall into chaos.
Zhi Ge's reaction was also extremely fast, and he ducked sideways like a snake to avoid the punch.
Zhou Ruoxiao was unyielding and took a step forward. The stone bricks under his feet shattered inch by inch. He turned around and hit Zhi Ge on the head with an elbow.
Zhi Ge's face changed slightly, and he waved his big hand, and his inner energy surged in the sleeves of his robe, making the sleeves as hard as iron, and he immediately blocked Zhou Ruoxiao's elbow.
boom
A huge wave of air made both of them take a few steps back.
However, Zhi Ge stabilized his body after taking three steps back, while Zhou Ruoxiao took five steps back.
"Come again! I haven't had a good fight for a long time. Let's have a good fight with the holy monk in front of this temple today!"
Zhou Ruoxiao's words made Zhi Ge even more angry. At that moment, Zhi Ge spread his legs apart and rolled up the sleeves of his hands, with fighting intent in his eyes.
Zhou Ruoxiao held her breath, turned around slightly, slowly raised her right fist, and a crazy and powerful internal force condensed in her fist.
"Holy Monk, please take my punch well!" Zhou Ruoxiao said word by word.
"Just let the horse come over!" Zhi Ge stood down from his horse, and a calm and sea-like aura overflowed.
Ah
Zhou Ruoxiao gave a low shout and ran towards Zhige with long strides. Every step he took would cause the stone bricks on the ground to burst. Every step he takes will make Zhou Ruoxiao's aura increase a lot.
After nine steps, Zhou Ruoxiao came to Zhige with this punch. At this time, his aura had reached an extremely terrifying state.
However, Zhi Ge just frowned, and his horse steps were still steady.
boom
Zhi Ge's old hands slowly pushed forward to meet Zhou Ruoxiao's punch.
The huge sound wave blew the surrounding straight pines and cypresses askew, and Jiang Xianfeng in the hall covered his ears with both hands.
Zhi Ge's hands finally blocked Zhou Ruoxiao's punch, and what followed was a competition between two seemingly endless internal forces.
At this time, Zhige's feet had sunk deeply into the ground, and two ravines formed by sliding appeared in front of him.
"The holy monk is already old. I wonder if his endurance is still good? Do you want to calculate how long you can last?"
"My old bones can still bear it, but King Xiaoyao has thin arms and legs. If the skin is scratched later, don't blame me for being ruthless."
At this time, both of them are constantly using their internal strength to fight in their hands. Neither of them has any intention of holding back at this time, so once one side shows signs of weakness, it is difficult for the other side to be unable to hold back its strength.
This will lead to the fact that the losing party is likely to be directly wiped out on the spot by this huge internal force.
A drop of sweat as big as a bean appeared on Zhi Ge's forehead. One must eventually grow old.
boom
The huge sound announced the defeat of one party.
Zhi Ge gasped, his eyes widened, looking at Zhou Ruoxiao flying backwards in front of him.
Zhou Ruoxiao hunched over and flew towards the hall like a shrimp, with a trace of blood and a trace of a smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you, holy monk, for helping me."
Zhi Ge struggled to pull his feet out from the ground. The internal energy in his body had been exhausted, and he was unable to catch up and stop Zhou Ruoxiao from entering the hall.
He could feel that just now Zhou Ruoxiao took the initiative to withdraw his internal power, protect his body, and abruptly received the bombardment of this huge internal power.
In his puzzled eyes, he watched Zhou Ruoxiao fall on the steps, then quickly get up and walk into the hall step by step. With every step he took, there would be a pool of blood under his feet.
When he walked in front of Jiang Xianfeng, who looked frightened, he looked like a bloody man.
I saw him holding Jiang Xianfeng's fat little hand with his blood-covered hand, grabbing it and placing it on the hilt of the sword.
嗗
The blood quickly dyed the entire hilt red, and in the dim candlelight, there seemed to be a glimmer of light on the Human Emperor's sword.
"How is that possible?" Zhi Ge was full of surprise and couldn't help but take a step back.
I saw that the Human Emperor Sword, which Jiang Xianfeng could not pull out despite all his efforts, was pulled out directly in two bloody hands at this moment.
