As Wang Ruoxu pressed the Mask of Heaven and Earth to himself, a gust of wind rose from within an inch of his body. It seemed that the true energy in his body was fighting fiercely against the mask. Even Su Baiyi was blown away by the strong wind.
He took three steps back. After Wang Ruoxu had completely put on the mask, his body shook slightly and seemed to be in quite a bit of pain, but then he suddenly opened his hands.
There was just a "bang" sound, and all the wine jars in the hall, large and small, exploded in an instant, and the wine gushed out, and the aroma of wine filled the room for a while.
Priest Xue flicked his hands, and the judge pen in his hand emitted a pale golden light: "You are not qualified to wear this mask."
Dongfangqi looked at his father and whispered, "What should we do now?"
Dongfang Yun shook his head: "Wait."
Lang Qingyi and Lu Tianxing looked at each other, and Lu Tianxing whispered: "Lu Qin."
Without saying a word, Lu Qin took off the two axes from his waist.
"Be ready to take action at any time." Lu Tianxing said.
"Okay, Father." Lu Qin nodded and responded.
Outside the restaurant, Bai Long and Nangong Xi'er had already dueled dozens of swords. They both felt the terrifying aura in the room, but they could no longer focus on anything else. Not far away from them, the two people were even more...
The fight turned the color of heaven and earth.
"It seems that Priest Xue has appeared." Su Jian stabbed Wang Yi with his sword.
"Then I'll defeat you first, and then I'll fight with him! I'll have all the fun today!" Wang Yi suddenly raised his spear, and the tip of the spear suddenly flashed a cold light above the sunlight.
It starts with cold light and then turns to cold wave.
"This spear is called Sanguang, and it was given the name by Lord Dao."
"This gun is everywhere and there is nowhere to hide."
"The sun, moon and stars appear in the same day, but they are not as good as my light and shadow!"
As the cold wave fell, countless gun shadows appeared in front of Wang Yi, in the sky and on the ground, front and back, left and right, as the Gun Saint said, they were everywhere and there was nowhere to hide.
Su Jian raised his sword slightly and said with some confusion: "Then, why hide?" He raised his sword and faced the gun shadow directly.
The crisp sound of clashing weapons kept coming, and Su Jian suddenly danced with his sword in the shadow of the gun.
He is very old and no longer has the handsome face he once had. These years of confinement in hell have even made his back a little rickety. But when he performs the sword dance, he can still vaguely see the shadow of that young man.
"The dragon raises his sword and the clouds don't know where to go, and eight hundred wild beasts ride their horses to follow!"
"The sword rises in all directions!"
The spear in Su Jian's hand suddenly came out, pierced the shadow of the spear, and went right between Wang Yi's eyebrows.
If Wang Yi did not withdraw his gun, Su Jian would soon be overwhelmed by the shadow of the gun, and he would very likely be penetrated by the sword. He knew very well that this was Su Jian forcing himself to make another choice, and it was his
The gun is faster, or Su Jian's sword is faster. Many years ago, he made a choice, that is, he chose to believe in his sword, and in fact, his sword was indeed one step faster. But he did not expect Su Jian to repair
Xi's extermination magic skill can make a person's internal energy improve to such a terrifying level. He directly blocked his gun with his body-protecting energy, so it failed in the end. This time, Wang Yi did not hesitate and immediately withdrew the gun.
Hit the sword back directly.
Su Jian took the sword back and said with a smile: "It seems that you have learned the lessons of the past."
Wang Yi frowned and sneered: "The same trick won't work on me the second time."
"Haven't you ever thought that you are different now than you were then? Maybe this time your gun has penetrated my body-protecting Qi?" Su Jian suddenly let go of his hand, and the long sword in his hand
The sword instantly shattered into dozens of pieces. With a wave of his hand, the broken swords hit Wang Yi.
Wang Yi gently rotated the spear in his hand and blocked all the broken swords: "I am indeed different from before, what about you? Are you still the same as before? You don't have a sword in your hand now, what can you rely on?
Fight me?"
"The sword is gone, why don't we borrow another one?" Su Jian stretched out his hand downwards, wanting to borrow a good sword from the long street.
At this time, the window of Qingge Tower suddenly opened. A masked woman holding a pipa turned her head and looked at them. Then a long sword suddenly broke out of the window and flew towards Su Jian. Su Jian was stunned.
He reached out and took it, looking down at the long sword in front of him.
The long sword is slender and beautiful, with purple light flowing on the sword, giving it a coquettish beauty.
"This sword." Wang Yi's tone was slightly surprised.
Because it was this sword that defeated him in the Heroes Conference!
"Zixia Sword." Su Jian said quietly, stretching out his fingers to brush the sword, "I didn't expect to see you again after so many years."
Although there was a pipa sound in the Qingge Tower, the sound of the pipa this time was not gentle and graceful, but had the aura of a fierce sword song.
"Just now you said that you have changed after all these years, but you don't know if I have changed. Now I suddenly have an answer. I, Su Jian, have not changed." Su Jian raised his sword and pointed at Wang Yi, his white hair flowing in the wind.
Yang, "I am still the same young boy as before!"
"Zheng!" Suddenly there was an unusual sound coming from the pipa playing in the room. The female musician lowered her head and looked at her hands. Her fingers had been cut by the pipa strings and blood was oozing out. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked gently.
After a moment, he pressed his hand on the string again.
"Let me spend this last time with you." She sighed softly.
The sound of pipa played again, and Su Jian waved his sword and danced again.
This is his own sword dance, with a long name, called "Purple clouds fall to the west, sword dance turns into flowers". It was created when he stayed in Xuanwei City. It is not very clever, but it represents his ultimate
Good times!
It had not been used for many years. This time Su Jian used it again, and the sword was a bit jerky. But as the pipa sounded, he danced more and more smoothly, as if he had really returned to the most wanton days.
He is the Jade Flute Master in Xuanwei City, the proud son of Heaven in the Heroes Conference, and the most talented son of the Su clan in Weilong Mountain.
Wang Yi retreated continuously under Su Jian's sword dance. He was very surprised. Su Jian's sword moves were obviously not as sophisticated as those he had just used, but why did his originally powerful spear move suddenly suddenly appear after he danced?
Was it blocked?
"Wang Yi, you were defeated back then because you were too weak. But this time, you will still be defeated because although you have become stronger, your heart is old!" Su Jian said loudly.
"Are you going to say something stupid like a young man's heart is invincible?" Wang Yi swung his spear and jumped into the air with the help of Su Jian's sword.
Su Jian turned his head, looked at the figure holding the pipa in the room, and said with a smile: "The heart of a young man should indeed be invincible."
"Then try my invincibility." Wang Yi shouted angrily.