PS: Tomorrow breaks five, begins spring, and a good day.

PS2: How can you not have a monthly ticket for a good day?

On this day, clouds moved around the city of Yongzhou.

I don’t know how many masters have emerged from the dark corners, and I don’t know whether their target is Fang Jie or Luo Yao, or whether both of them are going to kill. It turns out that in Yongzhou City, there are so many big figures hidden, hiding dragons and lying tigers.

So, blood flowers flew all over the sky.

Xiang Qingniu glanced at the old man in front of him, then looked back at Fang Jie who was in the middle realm of the world. He could see how terrible Luo Yao's realm was. If Fang Jie was replaced by him, he would have collapsed at this time. He knew that his cultivation level was higher than Fang Jie, but at some point it seemed that he was really inferior to Fang Jie.

At least, he can't use this kind of world.

For some reason, Xiang Qingniu suddenly laughed.

He pointed to the still unyielding Fangjie in the Vajra Realm, and said word by word to the old man in the distance: "Do you know who you are going to kill? Do you know what kind of unforgivable evil you are doing? One hundred and seventy years ago, my master traveled nine hundred miles in Chang'an City and killed a great monk from Dalun Temple. Since then, people from the Buddha Sect who are close to the heaven realm have not dared to enter the Central Plains for a hundred years. In the following decades, my master always said that he was lazy and said that some things should be done by the younger generation. He could not do everything with his old bones. If he did it too extreme, the younger generation would lose pressure and motivation. They all didn't know why the Buddhist Sect dared not come but was arrogant and forgot about it."

"Now, the person you are going to kill is a guy who dares to curse people from the Buddha Sect. As a Han Chinese, are you here to kill him?"

The old man wearing a washed gray cloth robe was silent for a while, then shook his head: "Some things are known to be wrong, but you still have to do them. Can you understand? What's more, cursing like... I can do them, too."

Xiang Qingniu sighed with regret: "There are enough people who have died in the Central Plains..."

The old man looked up at the sky: "Senior Wan walked another time in the world before his death, so many great practitioners standing at the peak fell. Shouldn't your master be blamed?"

Xiang Qingniu spat: "I'm telling you this because I'm qualified to teach you a lesson. It has nothing to do with age. No matter how old you are, I can naturally look down on you. What qualifications do you have to say to me? "

The old man frowned slightly: "Only talk about people, not people?"

"May!"

Xiang Qingniu nodded: "Let me tell you if you win."

The old man was silent again, and then said seriously: "I heard a long time ago that there were four proud disciples under the seat of Senior Wan, all of whom were the characters who saw the head but didn't see the tail. Rumors of the world that Prince Zhong of the Great Sui Dynasty, Yang Qi, was one of the old disciples. He died with the Great Wheel Mingwang of the Buddha Sect on Zhuque Mountain. Only this point will be famous throughout the ages. I have awe in my heart such a person who is only in heaven. You are his junior brother, and I also respect you, so if you get out of here..."

"If I move out of the way, I will be born to your mother."

Xiang Qingniu hugged the circle with both hands and pushed outward: "Big Zhoutian!"

The old man's face changed, his arms spread to both sides, and a huge firebird appeared behind him, both in shape and spirit, looking lifelike. The firebird's wings spread about ten meters, raised his neck and made a loud cry, and rushed towards Xiang Qingniu with a volcano with his wings back.

"If you have never encountered great freedom, you will be scared by you! Don't take this kind of fantasy out and scare people."

Xiang Qingniu snorted coldly, and his hands pushed forward suddenly pulled back. The flying firebird froze, and then screamed in horror and tried to retreat, but was pulled by the suction force of the Great Zhoutian, and no matter how its wings flapped, it could not be free. When it was about to reach Xiang Qingniu, the suction force was converted into repulsion force. The big bird was knocked back like a cannonball that was out of the bore, and its form and spirit immediately dissipated. Before the big bird could stabilize its body, it was sucked back, and then it was bombarded by repulsion force again.

After repeating this three times, the firebird was hit like a scattered chicken.

It's just a little bigger.

The old man's eyes sterned, he raised his right hand and clenched his fist, then stretched out his index finger and pointed at Xiang Qingniu.

A finger that looked ordinary made Xiang Qingniu pick up his previous contempt. He steadily pulled his feet, then stretched out his right index finger and pointed forward.

The old man started to show his might with a simple finger thirty meters away from Xiang Qingniu. The huge force of energy plowed a deep ditch that was two meters wide and two meters deep on the ground. This finger actually had the momentum of breaking the river! It is said that Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Mountain had a unique skill, the Four Symbols Finger, who had saved people on the bank of the Lancang River. Looking at the old man's finger, he had a faint aura of that finger.

Then, this fingering force encountered Xiang Qingniu's sword energy.

Xiang Qingniu rarely uses sword energy. He always said that he was the most incomparable disciple of Mr. Wan, but he and Xiao Yijiu and Luo Weiran both had the same idea, that is, try not to use sword energy. Because in their opinion, no matter how hard they work on sword energy, they would not be able to compare with Yang Qi.

No, it doesn't mean it won't.

He is Xiang Qingniu, a disciple who breaks all kinds of magic and stars with one sword.

How can the attainments in swordsmanship be low?

The sword energy is invisible, silent, and without images.

But the sword energy is so strong that it is so strong that it is so powerful that it is so powerful.

The old man's finger could have broken the river, but he encountered the sword intent of Wanxingchen, which was unparalleled in the world. Therefore, the sword energy naturally broke through the finger force and swept it through.

The old man with gray robe had a sharp stiff expression, then nodded and praised sincerely: "If you don't climb the mountain, you don't know how high the mountain is. If you don't enter the clouds, you don't know how misty the clouds are. If you don't see the sun, you don't know how bright the sun is. After seeing this sword, I can finally appreciate the unparalleled things of the world as a sword for the old master to conquer the world."

He turned around and walked back, three steps.

With a bang, his body split straight and split into two pieces as if it had been drawn. The two bodies fell down from left to right, and the left eye saw the right eye.

"Wrong"

Xiang Qingniu shook his head: "How could you see my master's sword intent from this sword? "

Talk, kill.

Xiang Qingniu

He turned to look at the young man who was still struggling to support in the Vajra world, and suddenly had the illusion that he was that guy. Then he shook his head, thinking that if he was that guy, he might have died...a hundred times.

...

...

Fang Jie felt that he was about to die.

This feeling flashed in his mind dozens of times in a minute. Every time such feeling appeared, he instantly denied it.

die?

If I die like this, wouldn’t the waiting preparation for so long be wasted? I have been thinking about what kind of difficulties I will face almost every day for so long. I have expected such a situation. What is the surprise? Since there is not, what reason is there to give up?

So he endured it incredibly again and again.

If you are not in the Vajra Realm, you cannot describe that kind of pain. When the King of Dalun Ming was preaching on the golden lotus throne of Dalun Temple in Daxue Mountain, Daxuan once asked: "Master, you say that Buddha is compassionate and saves the world, and you should influence it. But there are always many stubborn people in the world who cannot be influenced. How should you deal with it?"

The Great Wheel Ming King replied: "When the Buddha created sentient beings, he found that all sentient beings have two sides, one good and one evil, and people are the strengths of all spirits. These two natures are even more profound. One person does good deeds at one time, and then does evil deeds at the next moment, which is only in one thought. Ordinary people can save evil and save good deeds because ordinary people have good thoughts greater than evil thoughts. If someone has evil thoughts greater than good thoughts, the Buddha also has two sides. He has kind eyebrows and good eyes, and also has the wrath of Vajra."

The King of Dalun Ming said: "As the leader of the Buddha Sect, I should have the responsibility to punish evil and promote good. When I watched the sunset on the golden top, I suddenly felt something, so I created the Vajra Realm. For the evil people, this Vajra Realm is the ninety-nine-eighty-one level hell. Each level of hell has 18,000 kalpas. Every kalpa can control life and death."

Fang Jie didn't know that the Great Wheel Ming King had said these words, but he was in the 9981st level of hell, and every second he had to experience thousands of pain and torture. From the outside, he looked just a light golden light shield, and all kinds of wonderful practice methods were indelible. But the people outside looked calm but were actually extremely dangerous. Only Xiang Qingniu, a practitioner, could see through what kind of cruelty and viciousness it was in the world.

In fact, every time Fang Jie thought he was going to die, he was tortured by a huge pain.

There are flames, thunder and lightning, strong winds, heavy rains...

He just held his own small world tightly and prevented the many tortures in the Vajra Realm from smashing his world. Xiang Qingniu admired and even respected him because he saw it thoroughly. Xiang Qingniu's internal strength was so powerful that he could look at the entire Central Plains rivers and lakes, but he knew that he was far inferior to Luo Yao's internal strength. Fang Jie and Luo Yao were now fighting for internal strength, and both sides were consuming it. But Luo Yao's internal strength was too huge, and in comparison, the less internal strength could be used.

Xiang Qingniu understood very well that he would not be able to withstand this half hour if he had been.

It takes less than half an hour to exhaust his internal energy.

But

Fang Jie is still persisting.

So at this moment, not only Xiang Qingniu, but even Luo Yao didn't understand where Fang Jie's internal strength came from, but he could still support the seemingly shaky small world. Luo Yao knew how much internal strength he consumed in the Vajra Realm, and in order to get Fang Jie's body, he was not afraid of consumption. As long as he could seize this body, no one in the city could stop him. As long as he gave him some time to recuperate and return to Chang'an City, the iron-armored general might not be able to win.

"Are you in pain?"

Luo Yao asked.

Fang Jie's mouth was bleeding, and he bit it himself.

He nodded without denying it.

"Such pain is actually more terrifying than death..."

Luo Yao seemed to sigh, and then asked Fang very seriously: "Death is only a matter of a moment, and you don't even feel pain. Although you are alive now, the pain you suffer is 100,000 times more than the pain of death. Just to live for more time, don't you feel meaningless to endure all kinds of torture? Why bother?"

Fang Jie was silent. After a while, he replied with some difficulty: "There is a gambler who holds a good deck of cards in his hand. Only he himself knows how good this card is. His opponent is a rich man, holding a deck of cards that may be better than him. At this time, the rich man undoubtedly occupies an absolute gesture. Because he has good cards in his hand, he still has money. Although the gambler also has good cards in his hand, he doesn't have much money."

At this time, Fang Jie was still in the mood to say such words.

Even Luo Yao doesn't understand.

"In this case..."

Luo Yao pondered: "I can't see any chance for a gambler to win. Even if his card is better than the rich card, he has no money to follow him anymore. In the end, he has to give up? His card is worth ten thousand gold, but he can't get ten thousand gold. The rich card is not worth ten thousand gold, but he can get ten thousand gold, so... in the end, the gambler will definitely lose."

"It seems you don't understand."

Fang Jie stuck out his tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth and said inexplicably: "It tastes good."

This time it was Luo Yao's turn to remain silent.

Half an hour passed in silence, and one hour before and after, Luo Yao thought he could kill Fang Jie at least 100 times, but Fang Jie was still alive. Although Fang Jie's realm was getting dim, he was still stubborn and stubborn to hold on without reason. Luo Yao's Vajra Realm was still dazzling, and it seemed that he could crush Fang Jie's realm at any time.

One is shining brightly, the other is flickering.

Even idiots can tell who wins.
Chapter completed!