The gray nothingness was like a scalding hot oil, which was boiled instantly after a few drops of cold water were dropped into it.
Nothingness erodes the little white flowers all over the mountains and plains, like a storm, like thunder, like the boundless sea, destroying these white flowers to death and turning them into slag.
The white flower swayed its weak body slightly, raising its head in the violent storm and thunder and lightning in the sky.
The white flowers, although small, are persevering, deeply rooted in the soil, and full of vitality.
This is the power of life, the power of hope, and the power of love in the world.
This is the power of Hua Man Lou.
He loves this world, he loves all life, and he will never allow this indifference to nothingness to cover the earth.
He also found his own way.
The blood dragon, green dragon, phoenix, and even the Buddha statue seemed to have been injected with the vitality of life, suddenly becoming more powerful and upgraded.
The blood dragon is bright red, roaring up to the sky, its beard and beard spread out, its power is endless;
The fire phoenix hovers above the nine heavens, the flames are fierce, burning the mountains and boiling the sea;
The golden Buddha's eyes are wide-eyed, with an angry look in his eyes, and he has transformed into a protective golden steel, using means to subdue evil spirits;
The two small green dragons seem to be in the ocean. Among the two dragons playing with pearls, there is already the image of the king;
The invasion of nothingness seems to be gradually slowing down with the addition of Huamanlou, and there are even signs of subsidence.
At this moment, a cold snort came from the void.
Gong Jiu snorted.
There was no anger, no tension, and no desperate emotions, just a simple snort.
The wind blew violently and the space began to fragment.
There was a soft snapping sound, and the first flower was broken at the waist.
The petals began to turn yellow, wither, and gradually lose their vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye. They became burnt black and finally turned into ashes.
Hua Manlou's breath froze, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and she flew out upside down.
He seemed to be able to see cracks appearing on the Buddha's face, and dragon scales and phoenix feathers flying down from the sky.
"Not bad, but it's still not enough." Gong Jiu waved his hand and held two small swords in his hands. His arms shook and there was a soft ding sound. Gongsun Auntie's swords were broken into pieces.
He raised his hand, pointed out his finger, and the fingertips were like swords, piercing the palm of Fleeting Time;
He and Lu Xiaofeng had a head-to-head punch. Three fingers of Lu Xiaofeng's right fist were broken;
He kicked the honest monk away.
Then he finally took a step back and took a deep breath.
But so far, three breaths have passed since the start of the battle, and his sword is still on his waist and in its sheath.
Two sighs sounded at the same time, whether it was for the two dead little green dragons or for Gong Jiu's sword that was still in its sheath.
This is not a fair duel. Facing such a peerless master, it is a pity whether we win or lose, life or death.
But it is fair, so today's battle is not a duel in essence, but a war.
In war and love, all is fair.
Ye Gucheng moved his hand, and the sword light flew up! No one can describe the brilliance and brilliance of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword. It is not just a sword, but the wrath of the God of Thunder and lightning.
A blow.
Such a brilliant and rapid sword light had shrouded Gong Jiu's entire body in sword energy, a sword energy that could chill even the bones of one's bones.
In a world full of flowers, there are visitors from outside the sky, flying immortals into nothingness.
A flying fairy composed of the purest light. Wherever the flying fairy passes, flowers bloom again.
Whether it is dragons, phoenixes, or Buddhas, they all seem to have become the background and layout of the flying immortals. The expressionless flying immortal, with his whole body shining with dazzling luster, is simply standing in front of nothingness, and nothingness can enter it even an inch.
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Although the void could not advance even an inch, Huamanlou saw a small crack appearing in the Feixian's body made of light after a moment, which was almost impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.
Hua Manlou knows that if Feixian still stands in front of nothingness and refuses to give in, then it won’t take long for the second, third, fourth, and even countless cracks to appear until Feixian turns into spots of light.
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At this moment, Ximen Chuixue also moved.
His sword has no image in the world of flowers.
It is just a sword, with a blade of three feet and seven inches, a net weight of seven kilograms and thirteen taels, with sharp edges on both sides, and a swallowing mouth at the end.
This is a sword, it looks no different from any other sword.
But as soon as this sword appeared, it immediately occupied everyone's field of vision, and even the blind could see it clearly.
At this moment, Hua Manlou could even clearly see the man holding the sword and Ximen Chuixue.
Even the lifeless nothingness seemed to be moved by this sword.
Gong Jiu drew his sword in his hand, turned around, and left his back to Ye Gucheng.
Then his clothes were torn on his back.
Ximen Chuixue's sword met Gong Jiu's sword.
Hua Manlou's eyes were filled with tears of blood.
The world in his eyes is broken.
There was only chaos in the sky.
Flames, blood rain, Buddha's power, flowers, light and shadow, and swords form an absolute power. In the face of this power, no one can compete, because this is a power more powerful than nothingness.
The violent power destroys everything they encounter, and even erodes each other.
Nothingness can absorb everything, and perhaps it can also absorb this violent and extreme power.
But this power is too powerful, and one day, it will be backfired by this violent force.
Only the real heaven and earth can accommodate this kind of power, and the powerful nothingness is only a corner of heaven and earth.
Finally, the nothingness began to disintegrate.
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I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment.
On the hillside, the light of swords and the sound of fists and feet disappeared at the same moment.
Gong Jiu still stood where he was, standing in the middle of the six people.
The six people stood on four sides, their clothes stained with blood, and everyone was injured. Aunt Gongsun and the honest monk could no longer stand on their own, so they were supported by the people around them.
Gong Jiu holds the sword in his hand.
"You are all very nice."
Every time he said a word, someone around him would vomit blood and fall to the ground. After he finished speaking six words, all six people had collapsed on the ground.
"Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue, and Su Yang, the swordsmanship of the three of you is already superb, but if you face me alone, you are no match for me."
Ximen Chuixue was lying cross-legged on the ground, with a sword wound on his chest that was as deep as the bone.
"Yes, your martial arts skills are unparalleled in the world."
Gong Jiu added: "Lu Xiaofeng, honest monk, Huamanlou, the three of you are originally masters that are hard to find in the world. After this battle, you have gone one step further. Congratulations."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and said, "Even so, I am no match for you."
Gong Jiu said: "Ms. Gongsun, you are number one among all the women in the world."
Aunt Gongsun, also known as Gongsun Lan, although her sword broke and injured others, she glared and said coldly: "The number one among women is still not as good as you."
Gong Jiu ignored her and said to himself: "What's the use of being the best in the world?"
"Your Excellency is indeed number one in the world. If any one of us is missing today, we will be the ones who die." Su Yang said.
Gong Jiu nodded.
When he spoke before, only his lips moved slightly, and other parts of his body remained motionless. But now, just after he nodded, his body suddenly split open.
One arm left his shoulder, one leg left his hip, half of his face turned into bloody mud, and the long sword in his hand was broken into three parts.
The clothes all over his body exploded into pieces of butterflies, and the skin under the clothes was split into countless bloody holes.
He fell to the ground, still breathing.
Su Yang struggled to stand up. The sword in his hand seemed to be extremely heavy, but he still wanted to walk over and kill Gong Jiu.
He couldn't see through Gong Jiu. Whether it was his martial arts or Gong Jiu's thoughts, he couldn't grasp it at all. The only thing he could be sure of was that if Gong Jiu didn't die today, he might be a fatal person at any time.
Fortunately, Gong Jiu had no fighting power and was lying on the ground with only one breath left.
At this moment, a red shadow suddenly floated in front of him.
Su Yang was shocked and waved his sword, but there was no strength in his hand. He only heard a sinister chuckle, a red shadow flashed past, and Gong Jiu had already disappeared. (To be continued...)
