"Ah—" In the Changchun Peak Pond, the three sea dragons could not help shouting in unison when they saw the beginning of the sky and jumped out of the water.
"What's going on!" San Jiao exclaimed in shock.
"We're flying!" Dajiao said.
"But we can't fly, we can only fly after transforming into a dragon." San Jiao said weakly.
"Idiot, I mean the whole Changchun Peak is flying, can't you feel it?!" Da Jiao shouted, "Wait, the whole peak... is it flying?"
"Ah—" The three sea eagles shouted in unison again, their three tails entwined and hugged together.
"What does Ji Xiao want to do? I can't die, I haven't transformed into a dragon yet, he promised us!" Er Jiao cried.
Before Changchun Peak, Yu Qishu was hanging in the air, and he took the lead and rushed into the center of the storm.
Hu Si voices sounded from all sides: "What are you doing here? This is an adult's business. It has nothing to do with you."
Ji Xiao also said: "Stand farther!"
These two sentences were both addressed to Yu Qishu.
"I..." Yu Qishu didn't have time to answer, Chu Kong Wuya responded first, and the sword body shook violently, causing Yu Qishu's arms to go numb. He was caught off guard and fell, and he was about to be involved in the wind and waves, but he was lifted up by the clouds and mists that Ji Xiao swayed, and he fluttered lightly and flew more than a hundred meters away from the Tianhu cloud formation. At the same time, a clear light fell from afar and did not enter his eyebrows. It was Hu Si who added a talisman to him. Let him just see the battlefield without being affected by the battle.
"The opportunity to watch the battle is rare, see more and learn more." Yu Qishu heard Meng Xueli's voice transmission and shouted, "Brother Meng, where are you?"
His voice was drowned out by the sound of wind and thunder, and no one answered him.
At the same time, Ji Xiao retracted his five fingers and took the sword steadily.
"The beginning of the sky is boundless" finally returned to Ji Xiao's hands, and finally saw the sky again, why not rejoice
It groaned, and the sword sounded into the sky. When the world heard the sound of this sword, all cultivators, no matter where they were, were shocked.
Countless people looked up at the sky. The southern sky was dark and dark, except for a thick red cloud burning, with bright electric lights flashing like a doomsday scene.
Following Jixiao's long sword, Changchun Peak slammed into Tianhu. The "Eternal Changchun" formation was brilliant and full of vitality, and he wanted to smash that cloud formation alive.
Yu Qishu watched the battle nervously, and was stunned to see this. It turned out that the "Mountain-Moving Sword Style" in the Hanshan Swordsmanship really wanted to move a mountain
The cloud formation continued to rotate, the edge of the vortex spinning at the fastest speed, and countless flints flew from it, like a violent fire rain, pouring down Changchun Peak.
Ji Xiao soared up and stepped on the Changchun Peak viewing platform, his big sleeves fluttered, and his figure rose again, facing the heavy rain.
In the bolide that destroys the sky and destroys the earth, the human body is extremely small, but the shadow he casts is extremely large, covering the entire mountain behind him.
Jixiao sword style changed again, from north to south across half an arc, dozens of flints were affected by the sword energy, smashed into pieces, and dissipated into smoke. The rest of the flint was castrated unabated, and Yu Qishu shuddered, but saw Changchun Peak oscillate slightly, making a rumbling sound, as if something was breaking ground inside.
The next moment, an incredible scene appeared, Changchun Peak pond burst, and thousands of water waves rose into the sky!
A pool of sea water pours from the pool, like a waterfall running through the air, from north to south. The flint in the sky was scattered by the waterspout, and fell into the sea with white smoke, smashing huge waves.
With the waterfall into the sea, it seems to push the sea level up, and it is about to connect with the sky.
Occasionally, a few flints penetrated the water curtain, but hit the Changchun Peak protective formation. Because the number was too small, only ripples were left, and it was as futile as a mighty tree.
"Inverting the sea sword style." Yu Qishu said in a daze, "Moving mountains and inverting seas, when will I be able to cultivate like this?"
All the time, the world is the same. The wind, fire and thunder are borrowed from the top, and the mountain and sea tornadoes are borrowed from the bottom.
"I almost forgot, you still hid a sea in the pond." Hu Si smiled, "There are a lot of ideas."
As this sea water poured into the South China Sea, many islands were washed away by huge waves from the sky, and the beaches were flooded with high tides, washing down the cliffs on the shore.
Three golden lights swirled in the sea. As soon as the three Jiaojiao left the pond, they were full of power, and they were about to turn the river and the sea as a sea Jiaojiao, calling for wind and rain.
"Hey, where is Brother Yu?" San Jiao saw Yu Qishu in the distance.
"Swim over, let's hide in the sea behind him!" Er Jiao came up with an idea. This acquaintance who feeds them every day is much safer than Ji Xiao and his senior brother. Even if the two of them beat the sky to the ground, Yu Qishu can support them.
Da Jiao was afraid that Ji Xiao would blame them for escaping, so he shouted, "Brother Yu, let's protect you!"
In fact, Ji Xiao has no time to care about them at all.
The edge of the "Eternal Changchun" formation has been connected to the boundary of the burning cloud formation. Under the impact of the majestic force, the two square formations were overwhelmed and stalemate. Sparks burst out at the junction, and the arc protective cover was compressed, sending out glass shattering. Crisp sound.
Looking at the sky from Yu Qishu's point of view, it was like an upside-down pale green glass bowl approaching another crimson top spinning frantically. The bowl wall was chipped off, and the top was slowed down.
Hu Si sighed slightly: "When I designed these two formations, 'Eternal Changchun' means life, which means vitality and life; 'Tianhu Yunhai' means extinction, dissipating, and invisible. It is an eternal rule, the two most primitive forces between heaven and earth, who can choose one or the other? Who can win?”
"Life and death coexist, just like you and Ji Xiao, either win or lose. You can't tell who wins or loses." Meng Xueli said.
"Not necessarily." Hu Si shook his head.
Victory is difficult, clouds cannot burn mountains, and mountains cannot overwhelm lakes.
The two of them realized invariably that if they continued to fight in this way, there would be no use except for the overturning of mountains and seas and suffering in the world. The monks at sea can still escape, and the mortal villages, towns and kingdoms along the coast will be completely submerged and destroyed.
Ji Xiao took the sword first, or the mountain.
Changchun Peak retreated to Bai Yuzhang and flew towards Yu Qishu. The latter hurried up the mountain with his sword, only to see that the peach forest was shattered and the ground was in a mess under the repeated huge earthquakes. Fortunately, he was not attacked by outsiders. Yu Qishu took off her robe and pocketed a nest of trembling money rats under the peach tree. Climb to the observation deck to watch the battle.
Seeing that Ji Xiao closed the mountain first, Hu Si waved his sleeves and sent a thick fog. Ji Xiao stood still, and his figure was hidden in the mist.
This is asking you to enter the urn, but Ji Xiao had to enter. If he wants to win, he can only destroy all the magical powers of the opponent all the way.
When Yu Qi neglected to see Ji Xiao's figure disappear without a trace, she knew that the next battle would turn from light to dark, and it would definitely be more dangerous.
Listen to thunder in a silent place, and divide it into a fine line.
The thick fog dissipated, the thunder fire, the raging waves, and the Changchun Peak disappeared, and Ji Xiao came to the peaceful Tianhu realm. The clouds gathered and scattered, and Hu Si, who was drinking alone and watching the scenery, sat in the tea pavilion.
The Tianhu Great Realm is new, and Hu Si is also new. They are in the new time and space created by Hu Si and are temporarily isolated from the outside world.
Hu Si turned his head to look at Ji Xiao, smiled and raised his glass: "You are here. What do you think about me here?"
There were echoes between heaven and earth, as if responding to him. In the domain of Hu Si, Hu Si is everywhere. He is the news of the wind, the trajectory of the clouds, the waves of the lake.
Ji Xiao drew his sword, and a sword beam penetrated the clouds, smashing a silver lake, and the silver shavings splashed all over the sky!
Hu Si was stunned.
Ji Xiao suddenly realized that it was not long before Hu Si founded the Tianhu Great Realm. Hu Si in this time and space did not know their battle just now. Maybe he thought his junior brother came to visit and congratulate him, so he showed his proud formation.
But Chu Kong Wuya has been unsheathed, moving forward, just like time cannot turn back, and rivers cannot flow backwards.
He has just received a sword, and if he takes this sword again, his sword energy will be damaged. He will have to withdraw every sword in the future. When will he retreat
Therefore, Ji Xiao not only cannot retreat, but also uses this sword to show his determination to fight.
The waves of the lake water are still in the middle, and the beginning of the sky has penetrated the chest of "Hu Si".
Ji Xiao saw the sky, lake water, clouds, and everything in the world cracked open, revealing cobweb-like lines, and then the pieces shattered and scattered without a trace.
Ji Xiao came to the Hanshan Mountain Road again, and Hu Si turned from the other end of the mountain road.
This is Xiao Hu Si, who was a young boy, who had just started apprenticeship. He hasn't given up learning the sword yet, so he wears a long sword on his waist, with a childish and somewhat arrogant expression on his face: "Who are you? I'm going to the library, don't block me."
Ji Xiao remembered that they would meet in the library next time, study the Taoist scriptures, then go to play Jianping, break down branches and feed each other.
"Please don't do this." Ji Xiao's eyes flashed with pain.
After he regained his cultivation, he was not used to pressure by force, unlike other strong men; he was also not like before the restoration, he felt that everything was under control. Who would have thought that at the moment of the decisive battle, the solution that Jian Zun used to solve the most important problem turned out to be a request.
The real Hu Si did not close this time and space, so "Little Hu Si" asked again: "Who are you? You don't wear Hanshan Taoist robes, your identity is unknown, you..."
The boy's voice came abruptly, a branch penetrated his chest, Ji Xiao pulled a branch, and a spring of blood spurted out. The boy's eyes widened in disbelief, and he collapsed.
Ji Xiao didn't want to move in the beginning. Spring should be used to kill people, autumn should be used to kill people, and the young Hu Si should be killed with the branches of the youth.
It's not a fantasy, or some kind of mirage.
Hanshan is real, and so is "Juvenile Hu Si". They are Hu Si intercepting fragments of past time and space to create a new small space.
If the "past" is a tree that went straight up and down, this tree is now being ripped out of new branches and growing savagely. Every time Hu Si dies, the small space is destroyed, and Ji Xiao is thrown into the next small space.
Facing the past, the strongest sword in the world will hesitate and slow down.
He doesn't know how many past Hu Sis he will face, it depends on how long the current Hu Si can support.
In the middle of the furnace, in the tea pavilion, Hu Si rubbed Mo Yuan, "In terms of combat power, I'm really not as good as him, so I have to force him to keep killing me."
In the slaughter with no end in sight, whoever can't hold on first, whoever shows his cowardice first, and whoever collapses first.
Is the hand still steady enough, is the sword still fast enough, and is the mind of the soaring still unshakable
Hu Si abandoned and caught Mo Yuan, and in that instant, Ji Xiao killed "Hu Si" 467 times again.
Hu Si's face was slightly pale.
Cold Gate City, on a rainy day, the bluestone streets are empty. A young man was walking alone with an oil-paper umbrella in a hurry.
Ji Xiao ran from the other side of the long street, splashing all the way, his eyes were red, and he roared: "How many times do you want to force me to kill you? Is five hundred times enough, is a thousand times enough?"
The young "Hu Si" held an umbrella and held the scroll in his arms, looking at him in surprise, as if seeing a lunatic who suddenly appeared, all on guard: "Don't come here, although I can't beat you, but I will call someone, I want to call My junior brother, I shouted!"
Ji Xiao fell to his knees, the muddy water stained the hem of his clothes: "I hate you, brother, I hate you."
Thousands of raindrops hovered motionless. From the infinitely high sky to the infinitely far space, the raindrops in the sky are still like this, as if the river of time has stagnated.
Ji Xiao blinked. The rain curtain in front of him landed again, forming a sword that penetrated the body of the young man Hu Si.
Another hour of space destruction.
…
The battle has never been so hard, and a hundred battles are never enough. Countless victories.
Ji Xiao killed Hu Si nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times, and personally obliterated every memory he had gotten along with for more than two hundred years, killing him unconscious.
From calm, to sadness, collapse, madness, to dead silence, numbness, and indifference.
"Senior brother, you lose, stop." Ji Xiao dispersed the thick fog around him and walked forward, his expression extremely calm.
In the existing time and space, from Meng Xueli's point of view, just a moment later, Ji Xiao reached the boundary of the cloud formation, as if Hu Si had let him over.