It was noon.
The sun after autumn is still as blazing as a big furnace.
In front of the largest hall of Confucian Academy, on a wider flat field, Li Daotian and Yan Jingliu stood facing each other. The distance between the two sides was fifty feet, but every move of the other party, even the beard raised by the breeze, was vivid. In the eyes.
Not only this huge square, but also within a radius of five miles, no Confucian disciple is allowed to enter.
But each side is allowed to send five people as witnesses of this contest.
In addition to the four masters Tao Shuan, Master Wenxiang, Numu Tutuo and Rao Chongguang, the Youlong Gang also has Li Daotian's only son Li Zhengyang.
On the other side are Sun Kejian, Ye Qingxuan, Feng Qingyan, Sun Kun and Hou Ting.
The two faced each other quietly under the scorching sun.
Li Daotian frowned, looking at Yan Jingliu who was not ten feet away.
This Confucian master, at this moment, is like a mountain, integrated with the surrounding environment. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Li Daotian could almost confirm that there was no one in front of him.
On the contrary, Li Daotian was clearly under the scorching sun of the same category, but the scorching temperature not only did not boost his aura, but made him seem out of tune with the surrounding environment, like a cold flame in stark contrast to the high temperature.
Li Daotian's pupils shrank suddenly, and the muscles all over his body tensed up suddenly.
Yan Jing flowed, and a huge pressure like a mountain peak came oncoming.
Li Daotian admired secretly, in today's world, there will never be another person who can put such pressure on him.
Yan Jingliu's imposing aura, as vast as a sea of smoke, burst out from his whole body, and the eyes of the two met in the air, sparks burst out like swords clashing.
The two of them remained motionless, but this kind of quiet pressure was stronger and more terrifying than using hands.
A fallen autumn leaf floated over, between the two of them, it suddenly fell like a boulder, and then was pressed tightly to the ground, unable to be blown by the wind.
Even Ye Qingxuan and others, who are hundreds of feet away, can clearly feel this terrible pressure.
Everyone's heart is like a heavy stone.
At this moment, Li Daotian spoke suddenly.
"The old tortoise, who has been shackled for thousands of years, is finally willing to come out of the mountain today?"
Yan Jingliu smiled slightly and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, brother Li has stepped into the realm of apotheosis?"
Li Daotian proudly said: "The spirit of the gang is connected to the gods, and the merit is worthy of good fortune."
Yan Jing said: "Then do you know the essence of 'deification'?"
Li Daotian snorted coldly, and said coldly: "What do you think?"
"It's in the heart."
"Heart?"
"That's right." Yan Jingliu smiled slightly, and said: "Only by being sincere and righteous, and sticking to the persistence in your heart, can you achieve the power of the gods. Those who are not sincere will never reach the state of deification, even with the help of The remaining spirit of the outsiders has a breakthrough, and it can only last for a while, and will eventually be beaten back to its original shape."
Li Daotian's pupils suddenly shrank again.
He never expected that his falsehood would be seen through by Yan Jingliu at a glance.
good.
He did break through the realm of "deification", but his breakthrough was very tricky. He used the energy and consciousness of several generations of Zoroastrian leaders remaining in the "Fire Lotus Order". Although the breakthrough was temporary, after many days, He felt that instead of improving and consolidating his skills, he was getting weaker and weaker, and he even had the risk of falling back into the void again.
That's why he can't wait for the decisive battle to come and challenge in advance.
At this moment, Ye Qingxuan and the others also looked surprised, and looked at Li Daotian carefully.
But except for Ye Qingxuan who could sense the essence of the other party's entire spine, the others didn't notice it.
Yan Jingliu stared at Li Daotian, paused every word, and said: "Your heart is dishonest."
Hahaha…
Li Daotian looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and said sternly: "Sincerely and honestly? What is your heart?"
"It's benevolence." Yan Jingliu said: "If you want to establish yourself, you will establish others. If you want to achieve yourself, you will achieve others. Benevolence is human nature, and it is respect for the sky and compassion for others."
"What about Luo Po Enemy?"
"It's violence." Yan Jingliu said again: "Desperate to control everything, greedy to cruel tyranny."
Li Daotian snorted and sneered, and said: "What you said is clear and right, but it's a pity why you didn't break through the apotheosis, but it was me who broke through? You know, to be able to surpass the world, only power, not reason. No matter how reasonable you say , can't match the power in my palm, the power in my hand!"
boom-
Accompanied by Li Daotian's roar, monstrous flames burst out from his body, lifted his whole body into the air, radiated light and heat like the sun, and stared down at Yan Jingliu below like a Vulcan.
Yan Jingliu stopped talking, his face was as sinking as water, but he was as motionless as a mountain.
With a single palm lightly lifted, it looks like a giant peak soaring into the sky, facing the sun-like Li Daotian far away.
The momentum of the two sides is so strong that they are evenly matched.
But people with discerning eyes were shocked in their hearts, seeing that Li Daotian had already put down tremendous pressure without moving his body, while Yan Jingliu only kept his aura intact with his outstretched palm.
But in fact, this has already shown that Li Daotian's skill has indeed steadily suppressed Yan Jingliu.
Ye Qingxuan and the others frowned, while the group of people on the opposite side showed complacent expressions.
Li Daotian's god-like rough voice floated down from nine days away, shaking and making the world buzz. "Yan Jingliu, let my 'Li Tian Zhi Huo' try your 'Eight Great Peaks' today!"
call!
Li Daotian turned into a cloud of fire, covering the still Yan Jingliu across the sky.
[Li Tianjue Divine Palm], the power of a palm falls, like a shooting star from outside the territory, with unparalleled power, blasting down the mortal world.
"Condensation!"
Yan Jingliu's beard fluttered, and he held the sky with both hands, and his whole body suddenly froze. The stellar energy was like a mountain with many mountains.
"Yan Jingliu, you really belong to me!"
The Vulcan-like Li Daotian let out a roar, and his body kept drawing circles in mid-air. The hundreds of feet of space seemed to be lit by him, and the thick circle of fire continued to expand. It took only half a stick of incense to condense a dense cloud in the sky. fire cloud.
Yan Jingliu knew that this was the most dangerous moment, he neither dodged nor attacked, but waved his palms in a condensed manner, as if he was painting a magnificent landscape painting, and the thick momentum kept condensing on the ground.
In a short time, not only the stellar energy is as thick as mountains, but there are also big rivers and raging rivers between the mountains, and the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in China are completed within the palm of his hand.
The master duel, after just a trial move, went directly to the final stage of the life-and-death struggle, and all the people who watched the battle were breathless.
At this moment, one can see the rising clouds of fire in the sky covering the sky and covering the sun, and the great rivers and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains on the ground are picturesque.
Not only Ye Qingxuan and others who are close at hand are oppressed by the momentum of communicating with the world, but they are also ten miles away, or even hundreds of miles away... The people in the entire Yingchang Mansion are pointing at the vision of the world, and some even The people have already started to worship the heaven and the earth, thinking that the end is coming.
The flames soar into the sky, I don't know how high the sky is; the mountains are heavy, I don't know how thick the ground is!
Whether it is the clear sky or the Confucian temples on the ground, they have long been covered by these scenes. Between heaven and earth, there is only the confrontation between fire and mountains and rivers.
Ye Qingxuan and the others nearby were all shocked.
Sun Kun's face was pale with fright, he pulled Ye Qingxuan's sleeve and shouted: "I said Ye boy, are we getting too close in this situation?"
Feng Qingyan turned his head and shouted: "The power has exceeded our estimate, retreat quickly!"
After speaking, he pulled Sun Kejian, and rushed to the rear first.
Ye Qingxuan and the others also looked at each other, and fled for their lives with a whimper. As for Li Zhengyang and others on the opposite side, they have already fled.
At this moment, Li Daotian's arrogant roar sounded again in the raging fire clouds: "Hahaha, old man Yan, you are really hiding everything, but no matter how deep you hide, today you will be defeated by my apotheosis!" Under the fire!"
As soon as the voice fell, the world suddenly fell silent.
Then amidst the rumbling sound, thousands of miles of fire clouds whizzed down, the pressure between the sky and the earth suddenly rose, and the air in the entire Yingchang Mansion was condensed. Many Confucian disciples were pressed to the ground by this pressure, and there was only a terrified roar, but they were prostrate on the ground, unable to move.
"Gentlemen, carry things with virtue! Wherever virtue comes, even if the world is not benevolent, there is no need to be afraid of it."
The sound of reciting loudly erupted in the mountains and rivers, and the awe-inspiring righteousness suddenly rose to the sky. Get anxious about it.
Li Daotian's wild laughter spread through the ages, reaching outside the Confucian Academy, and falling into the ears of every citizen in Yingchang Mansion.
All the Confucian students cried bitterly, thinking that the Confucian Academy was over.
Their last hope was dashed.
Fire clouds raged, mountains and rivers were overturned, and the world was scorched.
But what about after the scorched earth
Li Daotian's wild laughter gradually fell back, and then stopped abruptly.
No matter how fierce the sky fire is, it will eventually go out, and the earth is still the earth, and the mountains are still the same mountains. Even if the volcano erupts and the river dries up, this world still cannot be changed.
A gentleman carries things with virtue.
The virtue is so thick that it can withstand any catastrophe and misfortune.
The world is changing.
The fire cloud subsided in an instant, and the world returned to order.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the scene of the contest between the two peerless masters.
Ye Qingxuan, who was in an embarrassing figure, dragged Sun Kun out from the ground, and the two of them stared at the venue in a daze.
At this moment, no one can forget everything in front of them.
Li Daotian, like a Vulcan, stood frozen in mid-air, with a sun-like halo behind his head, which was the appearance of a deified state, but his eyes were also dull, staring blankly at another figure not far away.
Wearing a Confucian shirt, with a long flowing beard, Yan Jingliu smiled slightly, and a halo appeared at the back of her head.
It's just that Li Daotian's halo symbolizes the raging fire, while the halo behind Yan Jing's head is a seemingly peaceful, but in fact cruel and righteous spirit. Occasionally, ink stains like mountains and rivers emerge in the halo, It is the apotheosis of Yan Jingliu who has the world in his heart.
Yan Jingliu, apotheosis.
Li Daotian couldn't believe his eyes, and shouted anxiously: "Yan Jingliu—you dare to lie to me! Wow—"
A gust of hot blood gushed out, Li Daotian fell from the sky, and Li Daotian's body burst into flames.
Not only was she extremely angry, Yan Jingliu still seriously injured Li Daotian in the contest just now.
Li Zhengyang and others exclaimed, and rushed from a distance to protect Li Daotian, and fled desperately.
"Win, we won!"
Sun Kun exclaimed, and flew towards Ye Qingxuan who was the closest.
"Old Yan really has you!" Sun Kun danced with excitement, and shouted: "I never thought that your old man would have such a trick, and even deceived us!"
"Really?" Ye Qingxuan and Sun Kun were inexplicably horrified when Yan Jingliu turned her head.
The original black and white gray hair and beard were all pale now, even that face seemed to be more than a hundred years older, so old that it was almost impossible to recognize that this was the great Confucian master.
"Old Yan, you are..." Seeing that Yan Jingliu's body was trembling and about to be unable to hold on, Ye Qingxuan hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
Yan Jingliu smiled miserably, and said: "Li Daotian broke through deification with external force and deceived the people of the world, but I deceived Li Daotian with the power of burning the last sliver of life... Cough cough, hehe... Yan Jingliu was incompetent all his life, ashamed of the sages, This is the last bit of face I leave for Confucianism."
Holding Ye Qingxuan's hands tightly, Yan Jingliu's eyes were filled with hope, and she said slowly: "The heaven and the earth are not benevolent, and they treat all things as dogs. The hardships of life, in fact, are not the heaven and the earth sharpening our minds. Then I blame heaven and others, it’s not heaven and earth that’s wrong, it’s you and me. Qingxuan, I’ve been wrong for forty years, and today I’m sober. Eliminating demons and defending the Tao... In the future, it’s up to you.”
After all, a generation of great Confucianists passed away.
"Master Yan... Qingxuan remembers."
Ye Qingxuan let out a mournful cry, and stretched out his hands to close Yan Jingliu's unwilling eyes, tears streaming down unstoppable.
Although he knew that Yan Jingliu would be farewell today, Ye Qingxuan still couldn't control the sadness in his heart at the critical moment of life and death.
Although there was only one sentence in his words before he died, that one sentence was enough for him to respect him as a "teacher".
There was the sound of clothes ripping through the air, and Feng Qingyan, Hou Ting, and Sun Kejian rushed over at the same time...
"We defeated Li Daotian! Brother Yan defeated Li Daotian!"
The voice suddenly stopped.
The two finally realized that Yan Jingliu in Ye Qingxuan's arms had lost his breath.
Ye Qingxuan's eyes were red, his expression was sad, and he said softly: "Master Yan is gone."
"Infinite life and blessing!" Feng Qingyan single-handed Jishou, with a sad expression on his face, silently recited the scriptures on the past life.
Sun Kejian sighed, and said sadly: "It is said that people are in the Jianghu and cannot help themselves. Senior Brother Yan tried his best to avoid this Jianghu for the rest of his life, but in the end, is it not involuntary?"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and laughed, "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and people are rivers and lakes. How can we avoid them?"
Hou Ting said: "People cannot be resurrected after death. Let's cut off the traitors in Confucianism according to Brother Yan's will."
"Who else could it be?" Sun Kun snorted coldly, and said, "Zhu Shaoling is dead, Chunyu Mao is young and energetic, and he has lost his face. In this Confucian Academy, except for one person, who else can sit in charge?"
Everyone heaved a long sigh.
Cheng, Xi!