The wind rolled up wisps of smoke, which drifted past everyone silently.
At this moment, Kunwu was extremely quiet.
Everyone's face was filled with confusion: Why? How could it be possible? What was Xiahou She thinking? How could one Jianchou fight another Jianchou
This was a situation that had never happened before in Zuo Sanqian's small gathering, and it could be said to be a rare spectacle in the entire Nineteen Continents.
In the same Yunhai Square, there are three people with exactly the same faces.
One Jianchou stood in the square below, looking up at the two "selves" above. The "Jianchou" wearing the imperial robe also saw the Jianchou opposite him wearing the Emperor Jiang Fenglei Wings, and the two looked at each other from a distance.
Xiahou She stood below, and no one could understand his expression.
Many, many years later, the nearly omniscient Zhi Linsou recalled this scene and felt a hint of almost fate.
The more powerful you are, the lonelier you are.
In the future of the future, she is so powerful that she is almost lonely.
The loneliest battle is when you are the only opponent in the world.
Then…
Just like now.
Today's Zhilinsou naturally can't think of so much.
Just when he saw this scene, his eyes lit up and he quickly wrote something on the original copy of "One Person's Notebook".
The field was quiet for a long time.
Many people couldn't believe their eyes, but after the shock, they looked at each other and their companions around them, and just by looking at their expressions, they knew that it was not an illusion!
Xiahou She’s phantom body is Jianchou!
"How is this possible?"
"Oh my god, how do we determine the winner?"
"I seem to smell something different..."
"What is the principle behind this non-causal door?"
"It was really worth coming to this small meeting. It cost me fifty spirit stones to teleport here. It was really worth it!"
"Is a fight going to start?"
…
After the first discussion, everyone quickly became excited as if they were given a shot of chicken blood.
There was a sudden bustle and noise above the Yunhai Square.
Even Jianchou himself was totally surprised.
She knew very well that her phantom body was her future; but what was the origin of Xiahou She's phantom body
Obsession
Inner demon
Or something else
…
The monks from the Demon Sealing Sword Sect on the other side also started whispering to each other, but most of them were frowning.
"Is this a mistake?"
"What is Junior Brother Xiahou doing?"
"His phantom body fought on his behalf, and he actually chose Master Yashan? This is a disgrace to us!"
"Yeah, what happened..."
…
Xiahou She is a weird existence in the Demon Sealing Sword Sect. He has a gloomy personality and is not very likable.
Maybe some people respect him, maybe some people fear him, but no one will ever truly like him.
Now that his phantom form had appeared, everyone immediately started talking about it.
After all, he is the most talented cultivator sent by the Demon Sealing Sword Sect this year who has the greatest hope of ascending to the top. How could his phantom form be his opponent
How shameful!
Even if they won, who would think that it was all due to Xiahou She
The moment Xiahou She's phantom body appeared, the true outcome of the battle was no longer in suspense.
It doesn’t matter at all who gets on the stage!
What’s important is that in the end there is only one true winner.
Three Jianchou appeared at the same time, the scene was weird and wonderful.
Next, there will be an unprecedented “battle between Jianchou and Jianchou”. Everyone is curious and everyone is looking forward to it!
He was wearing a dark red robe that completely covered his thin body, fitting perfectly.
There was a deep red bloodstain between the eyebrows, which looked as if it was about to bleed, bringing with it a suffocating sense of oppression.
Xiahou She stood there with no expression on his face. He seemed to have heard everything there was to say, yet he also seemed to have heard nothing.
In my mind, only the scenes in the Gate of Right and Wrong Causation appeared one by one...
My mind was suddenly in a mess.
Another "Jianchou" sat above, with a ruthless and emotionless look in his eyes.
Xiahou She's gaze, vaguely obscure, fell on the six-foot ancient sword in her left hand.
The red mark extending from the tip of the sword pierced deeply into his eyes and between his eyebrows like a thorn, causing him to feel an immediate sharp pain. He clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves to endure the almost heart-wrenching pain!
Yashan, a line of sky!
"A ray of light..."
It was the whisper from Xiahou She's mouth when they first met.
The moment she noticed the change in his gaze, Jianchou also remembered it, but the next moment, she no longer had the mind to think about what mystery was hidden in it.
"Jianchou" on the bone throne looked at the "Jianchou" opposite for a long time, and his eyes fell on the Dijiang Fenglei Wings surrounded by electric snakes and golden light, and finally showed a little bit of interest.
She rarely stood up from her seat, stepping on nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine skeletons.
Then, the majestic robe was fully displayed in front of everyone: on the pure black robe, the deep red embroidery thread was like blood, embroidering evil spirits, dragons, skulls...
In one hand he holds a ferocious axe, full of evil spirit; in the other hand he holds an ancient long sword, full of righteousness and justice.
All the almost contradictory temperaments converge in her.
No one knows whether she is good or evil, and no one can predict what kind of existence she is.
The gaze from the "future" seemed full of danger, and Jianchou, who was carrying the Emperor Jiang Fenglei Wings, noticed it in an instant.
With a flap of her wings, she approached like lightning!
A terrifying force suddenly swept over.
Thunder and lightning spread throughout her body, and the hurricane swept her up.
Her choice was to strike first!
“Boom!”
Thunder from the nine heavens descended in panic.
Above the thick lightning, there were terrifying balls one after another, wrapped in terrifying power that made people's hair stand on end, falling from the sky.
The wings of wind and thunder flapped!
The thunder shook and followed the trajectory drawn by the Wind and Thunder Wings, rushing towards Jianchou who was wearing a twelve-tassel crown!
Too fast, too close!
In just a blink of an eye, their eyes met and they were right in front of each other!
One pair is stern and cold, the other pair is ruthless and majestic.
It was just a moment, a flash of lightning.
A gleam of hope flashed in the eyes of the "future", and at this critical moment, he suddenly reached out with one hand!
The white palm, with its winding green veins clearly visible under the sunlight, would have been a pleasing sight to the eye on a normal day, but at this moment, it was passing through these countless lightning bolts, which was horrifying and almost abnormal in its calmness.
Crackling!
Lightning with an almost destructive aura struck her instantly, but it couldn't hurt her skin at all!
Jianchou, who was the phantom of Xiahou She, suddenly felt his pupils shrink drastically, but it was too late to dodge.
The huge Emperor Jiang Wind and Thunder Wings, still carrying tremendous power, were at this moment being fiercely held down by these seemingly ordinary five fingers!
The imperial robes are winding and the majesty is profound.
There was a hint of murderousness and a hint of immortality in the eyes of Wei Lai Jianchou. When he looked at Emperor Jiang Feng Lei Yi, there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Time seems to stand still.
The touch under the hand is so real, as if these Wind and Thunder Wings, which are completely formed by the spiritual power condensed by the Dao Seal, are real.
Little by little, she looked carefully, and her originally plain eyes suddenly showed an extremely obscure vicissitude, and...
Miss you!
Jianchou, who was equipped with Emperor Jiang Fenglei Wings, could not understand such a look and even felt confused for a moment.
But the next moment, a sense of crisis already struck my heart!
The gaze from the future never moved to her, but just looked at the wings. Then his lips curled slightly, but his voice was extremely cold, as if he had no emotion at all.
"How great would it be if it was always the Wings of Emperor Jiang?"
Sigh.
In the entire square, everyone, including Jianchou, was stunned: What does this mean
But the next moment, this question disappeared from everyone's mind, and there was no time to think about it -
because…
Just at the moment when these words came out, "Jianchou", who was wearing a crown on his head and a royal robe, stretched out his other hand calmly, grabbed the huge wings that could ride the wind and thunder, and tore them apart with force!
Hiss!
Amidst the interweaving of brilliant golden light and lightning, a spray of brilliant blood spread out!
The huge Emperor Jiang Wind and Thunder Wings were actually torn into two pieces by this tear!
Tear off the wings of ancient gods with bare hands!
The woman standing in the air had blood on her hands, but there was no change on her expression.
The electric snake exploded, and the golden light shattered!
But it’s not over yet…
"You will have a better ..."
A whisper, almost like a murmur, came out from the mouth of Future Jianchou.
She held onto Emperor Jiang's Wings with both hands and did not let go. Instead, after tearing it off, she continued to move down!
Shocked!
The tearing pain spread instantly!
A struggling and almost ferocious expression of pain appeared on the face of Jianchou, who was Xiahou's illusion.
She raised her head unbearably and opened her mouth wide, as if she wanted to scream out because of the tearing pain, but...
No sound!
What a tremendous power!
No matter how strong the protective light is, it is difficult to resist!
The skin was torn, blood and flesh splattered, and even the bones buried deep in the body, which had been carved by the black wind, were broken in an instant!
Tear the wings!
Tear the shell!
Tear it in two!
It was snow-white skin, red blood, and eerie white bones!
This moment...
The picture is silent.
The square was silent.
All sounds disappeared completely, even the sound of the wind was frozen by this almost horrifying scene.
The cruel and cold female cultivator, who had the same face as her opponent, used her ordinary hands to tear off her wings.
Tear apart that flesh and blood body!
Bang!
Blood rain is falling all over the sky!
Blood splattered on the majestic and heavy robe, on her transparent and round nails, and also on her emotionless eyes...
A "Jianchou", under the gaze of a Jianchou, tore "himself" to pieces with bare hands, without mercy!
She stood with her back straight, in mid-air, in the very center of Kunwu, in front of everyone's horrified eyes that were about to scream...
Aloof.
Cruel.
Cold and beautiful.
The twelve tassels on the crown swayed gently, and the blood-embroidered black robe was like a yellow robe. There was no fluctuation in the expression between her eyebrows, and she looked cold and indifferent, just like a tyrant!
Hermit Fudao was speechless, Immortal Hengxu was speechless, and all the elders and disciples of Kunwu in Yashan were speechless.
Even Jianchou's opponent Xiahou She was shocked at this moment...
Who else can fight
The blood-red sky quickly disappeared.
The body that was conjured up by the six doors of right and wrong cause and effect was originally created by the use of rules and gathered spiritual energy. After being torn apart completely, it finally collapsed and turned into chaotic spiritual energy, returning to the world again.
Thus, the third sorrow seemed to have never existed, and it seemed as if the bloody and brutal killings did not exist.
Jianchou stood in the square without moving a step.
It was as if everyone was staring at that "her" in the sky, unable to look away, even she herself could hardly control herself.
At this moment and place in Kunwu, there is only silence.
A sharp wind blew from the sky, dispersing all the floating clouds, turning them into misty fog, passing through the crowd, leaving everyone with only—
cold!
My back was soaked with sweat without me noticing.
The outcome was already decided, but no one could have imagined that it would be in such a cruel and cold-blooded way...
The tyrant was saddened and turned around in the wind.
"She" saw Jianchou, and Jianchou also saw "her".
There was not a single ripple in “her” eyes, as if she had seen all the vicissitudes of life, and had faded away the glitz and glamour over and over again, leaving only a calmness as simple as the deep sea.
The right hand that was once stained with blood slowly stretched out towards Jianchou...
It's so far away, yet it seems like I can touch it with just a hand.
just
evil
The sorrow at this moment is unclear.
Only an indescribable desire, almost crazy, rose from the bottom of her heart.
She could hardly control herself, nor did she want to!
At the moment when the future Jianchou reached out his hand to her, she also reached out her hand.
Those were two identical hands, as if they had penetrated the barriers of time and space, intersecting the present and the future, and just lightly touched each other...
Jianchou couldn't feel the other person's presence.
When her fingertips touched each other, all she felt was pure power. Her future self was nothingness.
But at this moment, the bloody and cruel tyrant raised his head and smiled at her, almost...
"Hula..."
There was a strong wind blowing.
The originally solid phantom body suddenly turned into a shadow again, and it seemed that even the power of the strong wind could not stop it. It dissipated like dust and smoke.
On the square, in full view of the crowd, only Jianchou was left, stretching out his hand alone, touching a non-existent sky...
No one can understand Jianchou's expression at this moment, just like no one can understand the words left by Huanshen Jianchou...
Jianchou seemed unaware of the horrified or angry gazes from everyone; she just stared at the sky in front of her almost obsessively.
Low sky.
She stood at the place closest to the sky, gazing at the unobstructed azure blue, as if she could touch the sky if she stretched out her hand.
An unprecedented strong desire quickly takes root and grows wildly at this moment!
That is her future self, her future Jianchou!
Mind-blowingly powerful...
She stood at a higher place, looking down at her former self...
And at higher places, there will be more beautiful scenery.
There has never been such a moment. She longed to be stronger, to climb up step by step, to see the scenery...
When will I be able to rival the heroes of the world, climb to the top of the mountain, and look down on all the other mountains