"Are you worthy of him by making this decision?" Cao Zhe asked, pointing to the large iron coffin he made by himself.
Guo Jing's expression looked slightly gloomy, but then he quickly became firm: "I was hesitant at first, but you are still there in this world, right?"
"With you, there won't be any chaos."
"We are all passers-by. What's the difference between leaving today and leaving tomorrow? Or... so what if we don't leave?"
As he spoke, Guo Jing reported another phone number.
"If we still have a chance to return to our world, make this call and I'll buy you a drink."
Cao Zhe said: "You can drink it now."
Guo Jing shook his head with a wry smile and pointed at the top of his head: "I think it won't allow it!"
Cao Zhe laughed loudly and said, "What's so difficult about this?"
After saying that, he raised his head and screamed out a sword, piercing the sky, thundering and fierce.
"Give me some face, how about allowing him seven days?" Cao Zhe asked to the wind and clouds that were rolling wildly above his head.
Above the sky, an even more manic Lei Yin Dazao and tearing arc seemed to be aimed at Guo Jing, ready to fall at any time.
But it didn’t fall in the end.
Even the wind and snow, which was still vaguely continuing and continuing to expand, stopped again.
In fact, although Wang Yu bought time for Guo Jing.
But the premise is that Wang Yu dies as Guo Jing, and Guo Jing hides in the dungeon, does not take the initiative to come out, and becomes a non-existent person.
From the moment he appeared, Wang Yu's plan had failed.
Of course, maybe... this plan would never succeed.
Human beings cannot understand the vision of heaven and earth, just as ants cannot understand human life.
From Wang Yu's point of view, there seemed to be no missing plan, but in fact, something went wrong from the beginning.
"Hahaha, what a spirit, what a face. I didn't expect that even God would buy your words." Guo Jing laughed when he saw it.
Then he said: "Now I believe that you can save him twenty years later!"
"Seven days... is enough!" Guo Jing said with an excited expression, clapping his hands.
"I will personally issue an edict to let Huang Xiang succeed to the throne as Empress Dayue. You will be the pillar of the country as the resident true immortal. I don't need to bother you with big or small matters. But... if you encounter a disaster that overwhelms the country and brings disaster to all living beings, please Go to Wudang with your sword in hand." Guo Jing said to Cao Zhe.
Cao Zhe said: "You don't need to tell me, I will do it naturally."
The war is over and the wind and snow have subsided.
The Mongols lost their Great Khan and were driven 800 miles away by Dayue's army. They not only withdrew from Dayue's territory, but also lost a large amount of pastures that originally belonged to them, and could only go further north.
Fortunately, the wind and snow have stopped. Although it is a bit more difficult, the surviving Mongolians can continue to survive on the land they are accustomed to.
The aftermath of the war may not spread throughout Dayue until dozens of days later.
Only then will people suddenly realize that such a battle once took place... but they don't know how thrilling this battle was.
What will happen if we lose?
Seven days flew by.
In these seven days, Guo Jing, with his decisiveness that was different from before, wiped out most of the moths that he had known about for a long time but were unwilling to tear them apart.
Huang Xiang was left with a relatively clean court.
On the last day, I drank with Cao Zhe on the Taotao River.
The bright moon shines on the river, and the cliffs on both sides stand out. The mountains in the distance are like pillars of heaven, and the river near is like the Milky Way.
The two of them drank most of the wine in the two boats in a matter of seconds.
There were also onlookers on the shore, but not many.
Huang Rong, Huang Xiang, the rescued Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi, Master Yideng, Xiao Longnu, etc. were all there, but there were no more.
This is a showdown that will not be widely publicized.
The moon this night was particularly bright.
It was as if God was monitoring this battle, fearing that Cao Zhe would do something fishy in it.
"We've run out of wine, now that we're in the mood... do your best!" Cao Zhe threw away the wine jar in his hand and said to Guo Jing.
Guo Jing wiped his lips with his sleeve and said, "Okay! Look at your palms!"
In an instant, the momentum was fully activated, and the fluctuating data were all stabilized at their peak state.
In addition to the boundary-breaking power, which skyrocketed to 112 points, other factors such as internal strength and physical strength have reached the full value of 100 points.
The scene that emerged was that of an angry dragon flying above the Yangtze River.
The scales and claws are flying and vivid.
The angry dragon roared and swooped towards Cao Zhe.
But Guo Jing was not idle, and simultaneously used the Dragon Subduing Palm with his other hand.
Unexpectedly, with the technique of left and right fighting, two palms are opened at the same time, but the energy stored in them is different. The left and right palms can relay and store energy, switching between each other and blending with each other.
Just like two top masters who are equally good at the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, they cooperate seamlessly with each other to perform the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, bringing the fierceness and unparalleledness of this palm technique to its peak.
Hong Qigong, who was standing on the shore, looked at Guo Jing's palm technique and showed a self-deprecating expression.
Then he whispered to Huang Yaoshi: "Brother Yao! Faced with such palm techniques, how many moves do you think you can sustain?"
Huang Yaoshi thought for a while and then said: "As long as I am not killed directly by a palm, I can keep fighting."
Hong Qigong looked surprised and wanted to ask again, but the battle on the river reached a climax in an instant.
Cao Zhe stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and the waves of the river seemed to turn into a peerless edge in his palm.
When the sword fell, the dragon scales splashed everywhere, and the dissipated true energy was like dragon blood spilled.
The palm of Guo Jing's two dragons merged into one, but in front of Cao Zhe, it was just a sword strike, as simple as killing a fish.
"Good! What a sword. Not only are you stronger than me in strength and internal strength, but your technique has also surpassed the ordinary peak, reaching a peak that no one can match. It has risen to another concept."
"It's no exaggeration to say it's an immortal magic or magical power." Not only was Guo Jing not discouraged, but he was even more excited. He took continuous shots with his palms, and thirty-six water dragons flew out of the river in an instant.
Cao Zhe dismissed the Water Condensation Sword in his hand and said calmly: "Don't accuse me falsely. All Pindao uses is martial arts, but his methods are a little more unique. If you have enough qualifications, it is not difficult to learn Pindao's methods. Reach the heights of poverty."
No one knows how the person on the shore felt after hearing this conversation.
It's just that even elders like Hong Qigong and Master Yideng can't help but feel yearning for it.
At this time, thirty-six water dragons, entangled and spinning, were already attacking Cao Zhe.
However, Cao Zhe flicked his broad sleeves, turned around, and slowly made a Tai Chi shape.
Then he stood on the boat and started boxing on his own.
Between movement and stillness, reality and reality are combined.
In people's eyes, Cao Zhe was very slow... Not only was he very slow, but the water dragons that surrounded him and wanted to tear him apart also suddenly became very slow.
He stretched out his hand to lure the thirty-six water dragons, as if they were returning to their nest, and fell into the circle between Cao Zhe's palms.
A ball with thirty-six mini water dragons swimming around it was surrounded by Cao Zhe.
"The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms focus on accumulating power and relaying power. I will return this palm to you to see if you can catch it." Throw it along with the trend.
The water ball turned into a long dragon and crashed into Guo Jing.
Guo Jing took a step forward and reached out to grab it.
The small boat he was riding in flew backwards in the fierce wind and waves, quickly cutting through the river surface, as if it was a sharp blade, carving a scar on the river surface.
