Chapter 567: Huang Liang and a dream, am I a butterfly?
"In your mind, is the so-called distinction between good and evil, and the sect's rules and immortality really so important, more important than mine?"
The rain was pouring down, and every drop was like tears. The woman, who was more beautiful than a fairy, was soaked all over, and she looked so lonely and helpless.
"In my heart, these are not only better than you, they are better than everything else!"
The decisive words, the decisive eyes, the decisive sword... are cold and biting!
Since then, the world has lost a female devil, a prosperous Shushan wizard, and a white-haired Taoist who is dedicated to the Tao.
This is destiny and helplessness... Sometimes even if you have an invincible fairy sword in your hand, there are still many things you want to do but cannot do, and you have to do things you don't want to do but have to do.
The past may have been forgotten by Bai Mei himself, but at this moment, Qin Changfeng became him and experienced it again.
It suddenly seems like a dream, but between the dream and me, which one is true and which one is false?
Winter comes and summer comes, spring passes and autumn comes, on the Shu Mountain, the Demon Sect has not yet arrived, and all the disciples are practicing diligently...
Fast forward another twenty years!
On this day, two disciples were sparring in the vast square on the Golden Summit of Shushan Mountain. The sword light was piercing the sky, and the roar of dragons was melodious and majestic.
"Senior sister, I have said before that a person's energy is limited. He can just focus on practicing magical weapons like the Tianji Sword. If he is distracted and cultivates other magical powers, his power will be weakened. There is nothing in Shushan that is stronger than the Sky and Thunder Swords.
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The speaker, named Changkong Wuji, entered the industry later than Li Yingqi, but he has outstanding qualifications and his cultivation has improved rapidly. Therefore, he was selected by the Changmei Master as the master of the Thunder Flame Sword, one of the two treasures of Shu Mountain.
The Thunder Flame Sword is a broken sword with an ugly appearance, but it is a magic weapon of the Immortal family, so it does not need to be revealed directly. It can be transformed into a terrifying sword by keeping it in the owner's body.
At this moment, Changkong Wuji waved his hand, and on his fingertips, as if using his arm as the hilt, the huge sword with only the sword and the sword body immediately appeared, and was slashed down with a force that dominated the world.
This sword is strong, fierce, and domineering, completely adhering to the artistic conception of the Thunder Sword's extreme strength and Yang, just like the sword of heaven's punishment cut by the God of Thunder in the sky!
Li Yingqi danced with her hands, pinching the holy seal with her fingers, and four transparent true dragons instantly condensed from the void around her. Each one was more than ten feet long, swimming quietly and slightly feminine.
The next moment she put her hands together, and four translucent real dragons immediately gathered and headed towards the giant sword.
boom!
The collision began, and the power of the Thunder Flame Sword was truly worthy of its reputation. The first real dragon was instantly crushed by the hundred-foot giant sword that stretched across the sky. The second one held on slightly longer, which weakened the power of the giant sword a little bit, but only by a small amount.
That's all.
The third and fourth shot hit at the same time, the dragon's power boiled, but the final result was like a mantis using its arm as a chariot, being chopped into pieces without any suspense.
Changkong Wuji's expression was solemn and indifferent, which was the most common expression among Shushan disciples... In this world, those who seek immortality must cut off the influence of the two women's affair on themselves, so even if there is love, it is mostly hidden in the bottom of their hearts.
For the world of Li Yingqi, Changkong Wuji is undoubtedly in love with him, because the master of Tianji and Leiyan swords is a natural Taoist companion in people's eyes!
This is a special case in Shushan, but sometimes it is inevitable that flowers will fall and water will flow ruthlessly.
Under Changkong Wuji's indifferent appearance, there is a trace of pride hidden deep in his pupils. Facts have proved that what he said is right. Shushan Tianji Sword and Thunder Flame Sword are extremely powerful. At the same level, no magical weapon can surpass them in power.
Even the so-called holy method comprehended by the legendary second senior brother is the same.
Li Yingqi also had a look of indifference on her face. She had always wanted to be strong, so naturally she did not want to admit that the magical power she had cultivated for ten or twenty years was not only useless, but also a drag on her own strength.
But the reality was right in front of her, making her powerless even if she wanted to refute.
She summoned the real dragon again, and secretly held the light of the heavenly sword at her fingertips. No matter what, the giant sword that was cutting down in the void must be blocked.
At this moment, suddenly, a butterfly flew from the sky, with a dreamlike light like a rainbow. It seemed to be flapping its wings slowly and coming leisurely, but in fact, it just came to the two of them in the blink of an eye.
The center feels like it has always been there, but is only being noticed now.
When they blinked again, the butterfly turned into a human figure, which also made people unable to help but have the illusion that the person who just came was not the butterfly at all, but the same person from the beginning to the end!
"Second Senior Brother!"
Li Yingqi's eyes were full of surprise, because the Qin Changfeng who appeared at this moment had deep eyes, elegant and carefree, long breathing, and powerful blood energy and life fluctuations. He was basically a living person, but hadn't his physical body been destroyed long ago?
This kind of unreasonable thing also made Changkong Wuji suspicious.
But before they could speak, Qin Changfeng raised his hand and the three re-condensed real dragons around Li Yingqi flew towards him.
"Is it difficult for supernatural powers to defeat treasures? I have never heard of such a thing."
Qin Changfeng did not speak, but strangely, the words that sounded at this moment appeared directly in the minds of the two of them.
At the same time, with Qin Changfeng's finger, three true dragons entangled each other and turned into a huge dragon spear. The body of the spear was cold, exuding a substantial metallic luster and a cold light. It was completely condensed from the three previous true dragons. Qin
Changfeng didn't add any of his own power into it, but there was a huge difference in momentum between the front and back.
boom!
Just one blow caused the sky to riot, and the yellow sword light collapsed. Like thunder, a giant spear was invincible, completely blasting the giant sword to pieces until it disappeared into the sky.
"Second Senior Brother is invincible in his magical powers, Junior Brother admires him!" The sky was calm, and Changkong Wuji saluted respectfully.
Qin Changfeng saw him bending down and lowering his head, not looking at her, and said with a smile: "You are obviously still dissatisfied?"
After the words fell, Qin Changfeng pressed his palm down, and nine real dragons roared out. Each one was hundreds of feet long, emitting the nine powers of earth, water, fire, wind, devil, ghost, witch, Buddha, and Tao respectively.
The powerful fluctuations, in the eyes of everyone, are not magical dragons, they are the nine mountain ranges volleying in the sky!
Nine dragon mountains stretched across the sky, and the roaring dragons actually fell towards the main peak of Mount Emei. The place with the majestic palace and more than a hundred watching disciples immediately felt like the sky was falling, and the end was coming.
"Senior brother, don't want it!"
"Oh my God, is he crazy..."
Li Yingqi and Changkong Wuji were horrified. They couldn't understand why Qin Changfeng did this. This was their master and fellow sect. Looking at the frightened and desperate faces, their eyes were about to burst.
However, Qin Changfeng was indifferent and pressed down his palm resolutely, so ruthlessly.
Boom~
Landslide!
The ground cracks!
The power of those nine true dragons exceeded anything Qin Changfeng had ever summoned before. After just one strike, when they rose into the sky covered in blood mist again, the main peak where the Golden Summit of Shu Mountain was was completely wiped out.
Not even much dust flew up, because they were all annihilated and disappeared from this world together with those disciples...
"How are you? Are you convinced?" Qin Changfeng looked at Changkong Wuji, his face was calm and there was no trace of sadness at all, as if the deaths of the Shushan disciples had nothing to do with him.
"I'm convinced, but the sin you committed is unforgivable!"
Changkong Wuji's eyes were red, and the huge sword reappeared, as if he was facing a quiet spring, and he raised his sword to kill.
Qin Changfeng smiled. He curled up a finger and flicked it. The giant sword transformed by thunder flames made a crisp sound, and then shattered inch by inch like a lens, until it finally retreated violently with its owner vomiting blood.
"Sin? Do you know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is, and how dare you take it lightly?"
Qin Changfeng looked at Li Yingqi and asked with a smile: "Junior sister, do you also want to be my enemy?"
"Do I have any other choice?"
Li Yingqi whispered softly, she had a slightly different impression of Qin Changfeng, the senior brother who taught her magical powers, but she did not expect that after twenty years of seclusion, he seemed to be a different person, and he actually did something to destroy the mountain gate.
As a disciple of Shushan, she had no choice but to commit such a heinous crime by killing her fellow disciples.
"The flowers are not flowers, the mist is not mist, the seeds are not seeds, and the leaves are not leaves. One thought is the sea, the other is the mulberry field... Do you think the butterfly is me, or am I a butterfly? Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, or am I dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?"
Qin Changfeng suddenly burst into laughter, and then his figure turned back into the shape of a butterfly. With a slight flap of his wings, he disappeared completely, leaving only the laughter echoing in the minds of the two of them, like a dream.
"this……"
The next moment, Li Yingqi was shocked, his eyes widened in shock, and he even rubbed his eyes vigorously, unable to believe what he saw.
Below...the main peak stands tall and tall, and the Taoist bells on the golden top are echoing. All the disciples are safe and sound, looking up at me eagerly. Have they ever been attacked in the slightest?
"Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, a dream, is really just a dream..."
"If it's a dream, then what's the explanation for our disappearing sword energy and true dragon?"
Li Yingqi and Changkong Wuji looked at each other, and both saw deep shock and fear... If Qin Changfeng really wanted to go against them, they really had no room for resistance!
The two fell to the ground, neither of them in the mood to compete anymore.
The disciples who were watching the battle immediately gathered around and asked: "What spell did you just use? Why did your eyes blur and the magical sword light suddenly disappeared?"
"They don't know anything?"
"All that just happened for just a moment?!"
When they heard the question, the two of them were even more surprised. It was really hard to imagine what the method was.
At the same time, the light ball of Qin Changfeng's soul in the main hall suddenly appeared in human form. Looking at the real and fake paintings floating in front of him, his eyes flashed with contemplation.
In twenty years, he has experienced the two thousand years of Baimei Zhenren's life, and his gains in all aspects are huge.
The most important one is that the understanding of the laws of truth and falsehood truly exceeds 50%, and even reaches close to 60%.
In other words, if all the mysteries of true and false Tao were turned into a scripture, he would have read and understood six-tenths of it by now!
