Wang Yi swung his strongest spear, which was called Invincible. At the tip of the spear, there was a roaring sound of a dragon. When he swung the spear, the small area reappeared in front of Wang Yi's eyes.
pond.
View the world from a pool and see your own invincibility!
"Is this your invincibility?" Su Jian was directly knocked to the ground by Wang Yi's shot. He touched the ground with his sword and slid dozens of feet away. The long sword left a long trail on the ground.
Guo Guo, "This is indeed a very strong marksmanship. It is the strongest I have ever seen in my life, but it is still not invincible."
"Then you will be better than me!" Wang Yi shot down one by one.
Su Jian spun around and dodged into the air again, but Wang Yi's shot actually smashed the entire street to pieces, and the singing buildings on both sides were crumbling. He raised his head and looked at Su Jian,
His eyes have turned red.
"The peak of the saint realm." Su Jian frowned slightly.
Beyond the realm of no return where martial arts ends, there are still three realms of heaven, namely the realm of saints, the realm of supreme beings, and the realm of gods. However, because they jump out of martial arts and touch the realm of heaven, they are regarded as spying on heaven's secrets, and they are very likely to suffer backlash, so even if they are
Masters in the three realms of Heaven will also forcibly suppress their own realm under Heaven's Way. But at this moment, Wang Yi obviously no longer suppresses his own realm, and has reached the peak of the saint's realm. His eyes are blazing red.
The state of being a saint when he reaches his peak.
"After today's battle, there is no way to look back." Wang Yi jumped up and swung his gun at Su Jian.
"That's alright." Su Jian flicked the Zixia Sword in front of him, then waved the long sword towards the sky, and started the sword dance again, but this time the sound of muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the air.
The muffled thunder sounds like drums, seeming to support the battle.
The sound of the pipa is clanging, gentle and filled with murderous intent.
"There should be tens of thousands of ghosts howling, pitiful and sad." Su Jian waved his long sword lightly, piercing the gun wind in front of him, and there was a sound like the howling of ghosts and gods.
"It would be better if we have some more flute sound." Su Jian swung the long sword directly, then jumped onto the eaves next to him, took out a bamboo flute from his arms, and put it to his lips gently
Blow.
He closed his eyes, controlled his sword with the sound of bamboo flute, and fought with Wang Yi's spear.
The sound of the flute was gentle, but the sword's posture turned defensive.
The flute sounded passionately, but the sword momentum turned into a crazy attack again.
This was the first time in Wang Yi's life that he saw someone able to control a sword with the sound of a flute. He was horrified and said, "Is this the sword power at the peak of the divine-human realm?"
The so-called sword technique, one is sword and the other is method.
Sword refers only to heretic moves. Even if they are too subtle and domineering, they only exist at the level of "skills".
And law refers to the power of heaven. Everyone can form a small world of their own within their own sword power. For example, Jimo Huaxue, the red sword fairy in Jimo City, when she uses her sword power, then
In her world, there is only her sword. The sword in the hands of anyone else will be afraid of her sword power and cannot even unsheath it. At this moment, Su Jian's sword power is unfolding, and the muffled thunder is
The drum represents the power of heaven, the sound of the sword and wind becomes the howl of ghosts, representing the sorrow of killing, the distant sound of the pipa represents the feelings of the past, and the sound of the bamboo flute means returning to youth.
He transformed all his emotions and thoughts into this sword.
This sword can be called truly invincible.
With a "Zheng" sound, all the strings of the pipa in the woman's hand broke. She vomited a mouthful of blood, and the pipa fell to the ground.
The bamboo flute in Su Jian's hand also broke into three pieces, leaving only the last lingering sound of the flute.
The last muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and a heavy downpour suddenly fell.
Wang Yi raised the Zixia Sword in front of him, and the Zixia Sword spun in the air.
"The last sword, let me return to the peak at this moment!" Su Jian nodded and held the Zixia Sword, "Let me recall the power of the past!"
A bolt of lightning flashed in the air and landed on the Zixia Sword.
Su Jian closed his eyes and chopped down the Zixia Sword.
At that moment, the woman in Qingge Tower was in a trance. She seemed to see this old man with gray hair returning to the high-spirited young man he once was.
But soon, the old man turned back to the same old man. The Zixia Sword in his hand only had a hilt left, and the sword body had turned into dust. He fell behind Wang Yi, his back was no longer rickety, but straight.
Straight, white hair flying in the wind, still retaining the romantic aura of the young man. He raised his head, and a spear spun rapidly in the air, and finally landed in front of him.
Wang Yi stood behind him, and after a long silence he said slowly: "I lost."
Su Jian smiled: "At our age, is winning or losing really so important? Why are you so obsessed with becoming the number one in the world in the eyes of the world?"
"When I met you that year, it was the first defeat in my life." Wang raised his head, and the sky soon cleared up again. He did not directly answer Su Jian's question, "I didn't expect that meeting you again after many years would be the last time in my life."
Defeat." Wang Yi's words have given the final verdict to this peerless battle.
"The reason why you lose every time in the end is because you have never thought about the reasons for winning. You just don't want to lose, so you have to win. What drives you forward is just the pride of being the most outstanding disciple of the Wang family in the past century." Su.
Jian turned around and said, "But I am different. I wanted to win back then because I wanted to change the world. But now I want to win -"
Wang Yi also turned around, waiting for Su Jian's final answer.
"I want to prove that after so many years, even after decades of confinement in hell, I have not been changed by this world." Su Jian turned his head and looked at the figure in Qingge Tower, and suddenly there was something more in his voice.
Very sad, "This time, it's really goodbye."
"Meeting you is my greatest misfortune in martial arts, but perhaps it is also my greatest luck." Wang Yi walked over and pulled out his spear.
"Meeting me is both unfortunate and lucky. This should be what the girl in the building said." Su Jian sighed lightly, "Or maybe it's just unfortunate? Who knows?"
"Let's go. We won't see each other again after today." Wang Yi walked towards the direction of the palace.
"Where to go?" Su Jian asked.
"When I return to that small pond, I still have a chance to think about many things." Wang Yi said lightly, with a rare sense of self-deprecation in his tone, "Then after you die, I will become a person again."
The opportunity to be number one in the world."
"You don't care about your disciples and grandsons anymore? Looking at the situation in the restaurant, it seems a little bad." Su Jian shrugged.
"After today, there may be a brand new Wang family. Whether it is the Supreme Martial Arts or the broken and rebuilt Wang family, it will be a brand new Wang family." Wang Yi continued to walk forward without looking back.