When the guest drinks from the cup, the camel is filled with sorrow forever.
Kunlun's ten thousand years of desolation are in this sword.
Bo Tianyou used the second sword of the Three Ultimate Swords in order to find that the momentum of the Heavenly Man's Great Compassion Palm coincided with the sword moves of the Heartless Sword, and there was a great opportunity to take advantage of it.
It was also because he was feeling melancholy in his heart at this time.
The sky and the earth are vast, why can’t eight hundred years of long-cherished wishes be fulfilled?
And he didn't want to deceive himself or others. Yun Shui's heart had long been moved and he had crashed into the world of mortals.
This glass of Luocheng guest's wine is bitter, but I have to drink it.
Dao Mingzi, the leader of the stuttering sect, gave instructions that the 49th generation disciple of the sect would go out to fight the Taihuang Shen Tianjue, and Wang Wuyi would accompany him.
After retreating from the crowd, Dao Mingzi looked at the two apprentices who were once very lively, with mixed feelings in his heart, "Tian, Tianyou. To, for my teacher's sake, let you stay with, with, Tian, Tianli, yes, I want to follow
You say, say: win, win, win, lose, lose, success or failure, all, go all out, no, don't be persistent, persistent! Like, like Tianli, Li, make yourself angry, paralyzed, hurt
, harming yourself!"
Bo Tianyou knelt down on one knee, looked up at his revered master, and said, "Master, don't blame your senior brother. This disciple will definitely break into the Taihuang God Realm and welcome back the supreme swordsmanship of our sect!"
Dao Mingzi nodded, "Go back, go back, go back, fight, get ready, get ready early, get out early, set off, the road, the road, the road is long."
Bo Tianyou pushed his wheelchair and went with Yin Tianli to the back mountain to watch the spring snow.
"Xiaoyou, don't listen to Master's nonsense. Although I was angry back then, I didn't paralyze myself with anger. I just felt that my cultivation was not enough, so I practiced my sword fiercely and accidentally fell it." Yin Tianli was half-joking.
, and then sighed slightly, "Master found out too late, and I deeply regret it. Alas, I didn't know that the old man couldn't think about it, which led to today's changes."
Yin Tianli was silent for a long time, then smiled and said: "Master has always been very secretive about this matter. Today, I suddenly mentioned it to you. I think it is because I am worried about you. In the martial arts world, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Taihuang Shen Tianjue only has three places, and the result is difficult.
It turns out that he doesn’t want to tell you directly, but he is afraid that you won’t be able to think about it.”
The snow in the back mountain is beautiful.
Yin Tianli said: "Xiaoyou, show me your sword dance."
Bo Tianyou said "Okay", drew out his sword, and swept up a piece of spring snow!
Farewell to the Immortal Sect, Bo Tianyou and Wang Wuyi each wore a bamboo hat, carried a baggage on their backs, and leaned on a mountain stick. Their figures gradually became smaller until they disappeared from the sight of their fellow sects.
A little desolate, but inspiring.
…
Bo Tianyou seldom smiled since Yin Tianli was paralyzed. He practiced swordplay, meditated, and was taciturn. He had an aura of ice and snow. He always suffered in silence when there was something on his mind. He didn't say anything about his feelings for Ruan Shengyi.
Frustrated and gloomy, even Wang Wuyi admitted that his nephew's "Drinking in a Guest Cup, the Camel's Sorrow for Everlasting Spring" was the most wonderful.
"Oops, it's this trick again, I feel so hard to breathe." Someone complained sadly.
The Heavenly Man's Great Compassion Palm is by no means an easy move. The palm movements are heavy and continuous. Although Bo Tianyou's sword moves are powerful, he cannot break through the double-teaming force of the Great Compassion Palm in a short period of time.
They seem to be in stalemate, but they are by no means equal.
Jinghong Angui noticed that the palm movements were constantly being absorbed and disintegrated by Bo Tianyou's ruthless sword, and finally he was about to strike the third palm.
The chief of the Beiguan Building, Gu Pi, who was wearing a Yinqi mask, suddenly asked the beauty next to him in a low voice, "Shi'er, do you think what that boy Jinghongchouku is doing now counts as Qinggong?"
Jinghong's sorrow showed others that he couldn't do light work, but now it is clearly floating in the air.
Huangfu's poem said: "With true energy as a supplement, sitting in the air is not considered a light skill."
Gu Pi nodded, "That makes sense."
Huangfu Shi smiled and said: "Gutou, why do you have to squeeze in here?"
Gu Pi said: "Hush, call me brother Yinqi."
Huangfu Shi didn't match these words, and was completely focused on the upcoming changes on Lutai.
"And the way is easy, easy is in the saint, and it is clear." Jinghong muttered something in sorrow, and suddenly stopped his palm, only to see the afterimage of the palm that was originally struck by Bo Tianyou go back in time, as if time went back.
Generally speaking, it once again caused an exclamation of surprise.
"Coming!" Bo Tianyou secretly shouted, knowing that this was not a withdrawal, but a sign of a life-or-death showdown.
The aura emitted by the Heartless Sword disappeared instantly.
Someone is neither happy nor sad, who is it?
"Jue Nian!" Bo Tianyou held the long sword behind him, and countless hazy hemp-clothed afterimages returned to him, and the third sword of the Three Absolute Swords was about to come out!
"This move is called 'Nine Years of Completion, Unrivaled in Luotian'." Ling Fuyao murmured.
Eighteen years ago, she greeted him with her proud figure, forcing Wang Wuyi to be distracted.
A single thought of killing will cause you to die if you don't live.
"Confucian sage's palm, the rising star of the country!" Jinghong took the palm of his hand sadly.
The sage is neither sad nor happy, and is all-encompassing.
Layers upon layers of afterimages converge on themselves, and stacks of palm energy are sent out in only one direction.
The same goes for a man whose sackcloth is like snow.
The difference is that he has a sword in his hand.
Jing Tian'er looked at it in a daze, thinking in her heart: Is the young Taoist priest more powerful, or the stinky Taoist priest back then? What state was the master in back then? What is the reason why the stinky Taoist priest always said that the master was cheating?
"Master, do you think the little Taoist priest can win?" Jing Tian'er had been watching for a long time, but she couldn't figure out which of the two young men on the stage was better, so she couldn't help but ask.
Ling Fuyao said: "Of course he is a little Taoist priest."
Jing Tian'er groaned, her heart pounding, and asked: "Master, how did you figure it out?"
Elsewhere, Ren Fuchen stared at Shenlu Terrace, with countless images of fist fights with Gu Nanping emerging in his mind. He smiled slightly and answered his disciple's question, "The palm technique is indeed good, but it's a pity that the strength is not enough to fight head-on."
, after all, the palm is not as good as the sword."
Nie Xiujiang sighed after hearing this, then quickly smiled and said, "Fortunately, the time is coming."
Ren Fuchen suddenly realized this, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Nan Ping and I are fighting fiercely, and we often don't know day or night."
"I'm in a fierce battle with ups and downs, and I often don't know day and night." Gu Nanping had exactly the same idea, and then said, "But judging from the current situation, Nie Xiujiang seems to be unable to defeat you."
Gu Ming turned to look at Nie Xiujiang and said resolutely: "He will become stronger."
"Oh, I'll go!" Wang Wuyi was fixated throughout the whole process and had no time to pay attention. Suddenly, his ears were shaken by the sound of the bell, and he slapped his thigh violently. It was a pity that his nephew could not defeat his opponent within the time limit.
"Let's see how the Fengyun Monument decides!" someone shouted.
Everyone looked to the east in the direction of Fengyun Monument because of this sound.
Bo Tianyou and Jinghong Chouchou also turned slightly sideways and looked at the movement on the Fengyun Monument. Both of them were squatting with their right hands on the ground. It turned out that they were not aware of the fight just now, but after relaxing they felt exhausted and could not support it.
.
Silence. Long time.
"Wow, oh my god, it's a tie!"
"I'll go, see you soon!"
"Holy shit!"
"Nima!"
"Brother Jinghong, I accept." Bo Tianyou stood up and greeted Jinghong with a sad smile.
"Hmm." Jinghong waved his hands sadly, then raised his hand to wipe his forehead, "I can tell you that I can't force anything, but Brother Tianyou has a lot to do, so there is no need to give up just yet."
"Thank you." Bo Tianyou was surprised, but he only smiled slightly.
Jinghong bowed sadly and said with a smile: "Brother Tianyou, see you later."
"Huh?" Bo Tianyou was surprised, "Brother Jinghong, you..."
"You should know what duckweed means when you go here, and look back to see you again in the future." Jinghong waved his hand back sadly, climbed down awkwardly from the Shenlu Terrace, and headed towards the east gate, leaving only Bo Tianyou's back behind.
"You should know what duckweed means when you go now. When you look back, we will see you again." Bo Tianyou stared blankly, and suddenly thought: Miss Ruan will eventually leave me.
"It's okay, I finally didn't lose." Wang Wuyi jumped onto the sacred deer platform, grinning, "Do you want me to help you?"