At the exit of the small valley, dozens of top martial arts masters are fighting here.
The air was also filled with strong and dangerous Gang Qi. Fan Liangji's old face was red. At this moment, the pure Yang Gang Qi he had cultivated as a boy for decades was radiating out of his body for free.
Han Bai held a single halberd and fought side by side beside Fan Liangji. Both of them tried their best.
Fang Yeyu's strength must not be underestimated. At this moment, although Li Chimei has not yet come to Fang Yeyu, the strength of the little magician cannot be underestimated even if he lacks Li Chimei.
Feng Xinglie lay on his horse like a dead man, and the war horse that had been with Li Ruohai for half his life was now covered in scars.
These dozens of people are all top-notch masters. The energy that overflows during a life-and-death fight, let alone just a horse, is absolutely unbearable for even an ordinary martial artist.
Just when the fighting was getting intense, Ziqin strode over, his steps very steady.
The battle at Taniguchi suddenly stopped, and Fang Yeyu's men retreated like a tide.
These people all admired Pang Ban to the point of falling to the ground. Seeing that Zi Qin survived the hunt by Pang Ban himself, they actually felt a hint of fear for Zi Qin from the bottom of their hearts.
Fang Yeyu is also a decisive person. When he saw Ziqin walking out of the valley, he knew that he would definitely not be able to kill Feng Xinglie and the others today.
The crowd retreated, and Fan Liangji sat down on the ground. Ling Duxu's inner strength was indeed unparalleled in the world, but Fan Liangji was not a talented person. Even after decades of intensive training as a boy, he still could not reach the level of Ling Duxu.
"Old man, you and Master Li are both blacklist masters. But why are there so many differences in strength?"
Han Bai mockingly looked at Fan Liangji who was lying limply on the ground like a mangy dog and cursed.
The latter glared at Han Bai angrily, but he didn't even have the strength to curse back.
"Brother Fan excels in the use of energy and Qinggong. No matter who confronts someone head-on, Brother Fan will use his own shortcomings against others' strengths. It is inevitable that he will perform abnormally."
Ziqin spoke from a distance. He couldn't say he liked Fan Liangji, but he definitely didn't hate him. He was very happy to be his friend.
On the horseback, Fengxing Liehu's eyes widened, and two lines of clear tears rolled down his face. But he was crying with joy.
Ziqin walked to the horse, stretched out his hand to untie Feng Xinglie's acupuncture points, and slowly stroked the war horse that was already whining.
"If you were still my disciple, Li Ruohai, you would have put away your tears and your path would have just begun. If you had already become weak at this moment, why would I let you out in the first place."
Ziqin's voice was extremely strong. The memory of Li Ruohai emerged from the depths of his memory. His love for Feng Xinglie was like a father's love for his son, and an elder brother's love for his younger brother.
Li Ruohai is a hero. However, who says heroes are ruthless?
The two severed spears were thrown to the ground by Zi Qin and inserted right in front of Feng Xinglie. The two-foot-long spear looked like two sharp swords even after it was broken.
"These two broken spears will be given to you from today on. As a teacher, I am not as good as Pang Ban. Back then, Pang Ban was able to give the complete two halberds to Fang Yeyu, but now, as a teacher, I can only give you the broken spears. However, this is not the same.
This is your opportunity, don't stick to the rules, the prairie fire marksmanship is not a unique skill, you should broaden your horizons."
Ziqin's voice was calm and he looked at Feng Xinglie.
The latter stretched out his hand to caress the two severed parts of the gun, and then showed a sad expression. A man with no inner strength could talk about his vision and martial arts.
"Don't forget that as a teacher you have at least one friend, a friend who is a doctor."
Ziqin's voice softened, and he suddenly seemed to remember something. He reached deep into his arms and took out a bunch of crystal-clear candied haws.
Silent thoughts flooded into his mind, and Ziqin suddenly felt Li Ruohai's state of mind a second before he was possessed by him.
With that kind of extreme calmness, when Li Ruohai bought the candied haws and prepared to go to the battle of Pangban, Li Ruohai's heart had already found balance, and there was no longer any sadness in his heart.
All obsessions have left Li Ruohai.
Suddenly, Ziqin understood Li Ruohai's mood when he died in the original work. He told Feng Xinglie that he knew how helpless life was, but it was not because of death, nor simply because of defeat to Pang Ban.
It was because when he discovered that what he had been pursuing for decades was just a step away, his life had come to an end.
If the battle with Pang Ban had lasted a year and a half, Li Ruohai would never be inferior to Pang Ban. However, without Pang Ban's pressure, Li Ruohai would not be able to see through this last step.
Numerous thoughts ran through Ziqin's mind, and Li Ruohai's last moment's state of mind emerged. Ziqin seemed to have entered another world. It was an indescribable world, and no one could use words to describe the mystery of that world.
For a moment, Ziqin seemed as if he was crazy. He looked up at the sky and tears finally fell from the corners of his eyes.
Han Bai and Feng Xinglie looked at Zi Qin blankly. They had no idea what was happening to Zi Qin at this moment, but Fan Liangji had a thoughtful look in his eyes.
After a long time, a slight smile appeared on Ziqin's lips, and he gently placed the candied haws on Feng Xinglie's hand.
"For you."
The candied haws quilt was stuffed into Feng Xinglie's hands. Suddenly, the aura on Ziqin's body changed, and the entrance to the entire valley seemed to open up. At this moment, it was as if the entire world had suddenly expanded in a circle.
Han Bai and Feng Xinglie had unknown expressions on their faces. They had never encountered such a thing since they were born.
Fan Liangji sighed slightly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but he had already stood up and cupped his fists in front of Ziqin in salute.
"Congratulations, Brother Li."
No one knew the reason for this joy, but Ziqin responded with a salute.
Heavenly being, Ziqin finally knew how to take the last step. Although there was still an endless distance between that step and that step, he finally saw clearly how that step should be taken.
All the thoughts left by Li Ruohai disappeared, and the moment Li Ruohai put the candied haws into Feng Xinglie's hand, Li Ruohai's longing for his dead brother was finally relieved.
Letting go, the first step in the way of heaven and man turns out to be letting go.
Of course, what Ziqin let go of at this time was only Li Ruohai's obsession, not his own. In fact, even Ziqin himself didn't know what his obsession was.
Whether it was family, love, or something else, Ziqin didn't know, but Ziqin knew that the day he found his obsession was the beginning of his path to heaven and man.
Shaking his head slightly, Ziqin put aside all the thoughts in his mind. Regardless of whether he could find his obsession or not, he had finally taken one step further on the path of heaven and man than others.
This is extremely precious, not to mention that Fan Liangji's jealous eyes are already a little red at this moment.
With a loud smile, Ziqin suddenly slapped Feng Xinglie on the head, and the majestic Qi in his body poured into Feng Xinglie's body like a tide.
That was the true energy that belonged to Li Ruohai. The true energy that this generation of martial arts masters had cultivated in a single voice. On the ground, Feng Xinglie had a look of extreme horror in his eyes.
He opened his mouth to speak, but under the impact of Ziqin's surging Qi, nothing came out.
In just a short moment, Ziqin had completely poured all the energy belonging to Li Ruohai into Feng Xinglie's body.
A feeling of weakness came over him, and Ziqin's body swayed slightly.
Feng Xinglie fiercely picked up Ziqin, but Ziqin pushed him away.
"master."
Feng Xinglie spoke sadly, and just as he was about to say something, Ziqin had already waved his hand slowly.
"Idiot, if you don't break or establish, if you don't change your martial arts path as a teacher, you will never be Pang Ban's opponent no matter how hard you go on. And if you don't have the skills you have gained as a teacher over the past few decades, no matter how powerful Lie Zhenbei is, you will still be incompetent.
Noir."
Ziqin spoke slowly. At this moment, his body was completely hollowed out, and there was no trace of true energy anymore. Although he felt a little weak, he was not tortured by Beiming's true energy and the fifteen swords.
After losing his true energy, he vaguely felt that he had captured the poisonous dragon.
Fifteen swords, this is not one sword, this is just a simple artistic conception of death.
Yan Shisan finally did one thing right at the last moment, and Xie Sanshao is worthy of being an unparalleled swordsman.
But both of them understood that this sword was by no means a simple swordsmanship, but an idea to destroy everything. Both of them had been infected with this idea, so Yan Shisan could only die, and Xie Sanshao could only die.
If you have a broken finger, you will no longer be able to hold a sword.
It's a pity that Ziqin didn't understand or understand at that time, so he let that trace of thought linger around him. Now, every move he makes is incompatible with that trace of thought.
And he is not as good as Mr. Xie. Even if he cuts off his fingers like Mr. Xie, he will never be able to cut off this thought. Just like Yan Shisan, unless he dies, he cannot escape this thought of death.
"This is truly the best and worst world, and it is also the clearest and most complex world. Xing Lie, don't follow the old path of your master. If it doesn't work, the prairie fire marksmanship is just the marksmanship of mortals."
Ziqin's voice was extremely sad, but at this time, he deeply regretted Li Ruohai's life. Although the prairie fire spear skills were unparalleled in the world, they also restricted Li Ruohai's life.
This marksmanship is integrated with Li Ruohai's longing for his dead brother and his hatred for those who killed his dead brother. Therefore, this marksmanship is extremely powerful and treats everyone as nothing.
It's just that a set of marksmanship that treats everyone as nothing can still accommodate himself.
Therefore, if Ruo Ruo is still not as powerful as Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun, it is not because his talent is not as good as the two, nor is his martial arts or mental state inferior, but because he has evolved a set of marksmanship to trap himself in it.
The most inescapable thing for people is the prison they set for themselves.
"Your internal strength has been restored for the time being, but there are still problems. When you meet Brother Zhenbei in the future, you can ask for his help. Today you and I will separate. We will eventually meet again in the future."
Ziqin took back his hand with a smile on his face, stopped talking nonsense, clasped his fists in salute to Han Bai and Fan Liangji, turned around and headed out of the valley.
"Don't be sad, do you know that your master has stepped into the same realm as Pang Ban."
Fan Liangji stretched out his hand to caress Feng Xinglie's back, and couldn't help sighing in his tone. Ling Duxu was a great man of his generation, and his innate physical skills were unparalleled in the world. His only regret was that he was unable to set foot in the heavens and humans due to an injury to Sihanfei's hand. Fan Liangji learned from Ling.
Over the past few decades, I have practiced Qigong intensively as a boy. In recent years, I have realized that I was born with deficiencies due to the hardships in my early life, and there is no possibility of reaching heaven and humans in this life. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
