All you gain in this life will be paid to this sword.
Don't ask about the common people, don't ask about ghosts and gods, just ask about yourself.
You have endured for thirty years and acted like a loser for so many years, but you are still a bird in a cage. My future is confused, and the truth I thought I found has been overturned again.
There is no road, the sky is not heaven, the human world is not the human world, gods are above, destiny is above, from what I see...
Bang!
The violent air flow exploded.
The sound shook all directions.
The land and mountains in all directions were cracked under the pressure of this emperor.
Silent moonlight poured into the cracks.
"That's all."
When he said these four words, Xia Ji raised his head. He was not allowed to speak in a fierce battle, because he would be discouraged if he spoke, but he did, because his knife had already been shot the moment he spoke. .
Wherever the sword goes, the emperor will be there.
Mountains and rivers govern the country. Such majestic power suddenly appeared from high places and suppressed him.
It was a four-fold dharma image composed of "mountain and river", "white dragon", "flame" and "golden light". The dharma image turned into a fist, and the fist was power.
The emperor wanted to take power, but he could only clench his fist.
"sad."
Xia Ji said two more words.
It’s the compassion a man feels for another man.
In any case, he has endured it for thirty years. This is a real man. Unfortunately, he does not know that these thirty years have worn away his fighting spirit and courage, so that he clearly possesses huge power. , but the fist has become soft.
The fist of the fourth level of Dharma fell down.
The flying knife was also shot out.
This sword is a thousand styles transformed into one, a mixture of all techniques.
This sword, the four elements combined into one, contains all the power.
With this knife, the three Buddhas were shattered, leaving only a young man.
This knife was not sharp, and even compared to the pressure caused by the fist, it was almost equivalent to nothing, but it had passed through the fist at the fastest speed and passed through the person behind the fist.
When the emperor appeared, he had already noticed the terrifying force of the sword. His right fist had been divided into two halves, and the blood and energy in the two bones rushed back to block it.
But the knife,
Destroyed and destroyed,
Tear it to the bottom,
It penetrated the emperor's forearm, pierced his heart, and emerged from his back, bringing out a ball of blood, like a dreamy bubble, which quickly dissipated.
Bang.
Xia Taigan fell to his knees, coughed a few times,
He couldn't believe it,
He didn't believe he would lose,
Otherwise, he would not have made an appointment with Xia Ji alone.
But he lost,
Death has come,
And he finally accepted the reality with difficulty,
His face looked extremely old in an instant,
hoarse voice:
"What is this knife called?"
"Kill the God."
"Did you create it?"
"No, you created it, but this knife is not perfect yet, otherwise you shouldn't have seen the knife."
"Amazing, really amazing! Why aren't you my son?!"
Xia Taigan spurted out a mouthful of blood, but stopped covering his chest, it was useless.
He fell backwards to the ground, his heart having been chopped off by the knife.
The body that had barely condensed before exploded into a blood mist. The last stream of blood was being transmitted to his whole body. Although he deliberately slowed it down, once it was transmitted, it would be death.
Xia Ji suddenly asked: "What is the ancestral dragon?"
This question is important.
If the ancestral dragon is unique to the royal bloodline, then the other princes and princesses are not of the royal bloodline. Why do they have the ancestral dragon initiation
Xia Taiqian glanced at the young prince with a strange look on his face. He was so smart and agile. He could figure out the whole picture just by looking at the tip of the iceberg.
If Xia Ji met Zu Long, then Zu Long would naturally tell him the whole story. In other words, he had not been initiated by Zu Long, and even Xia Xiaosu had not been initiated. Otherwise, Xia Xiaosu should have told him,
So what does this mean
This means that Zulong... is a game
A trace of sadness appeared on Xia Taigan's face, but he forced out a smile and said: "Come here, relax, I will pass on my memory and strength to you, and you will know everything. If you win, help me kill them..."
Xia Ji saw his weirdness, saw his sadness, and heard his words, but he did not step forward, but said: "When a person is about to die, his words are good. Is this your last word?"
Xia Taiqian knew that his thoughts had been seen through, and smiled to himself. He no longer looked at Xia Ji, but looked up to the sky and sang: "Right and wrong, success or failure is gone, the green mountains are still there, the sunset is red several times, thirty years of fame, thirty years of fame, Big dream, ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust... Xia Ji, kill them!!!"
At the end of the sentence, he yelled out the last four words with a power that was almost like a roar, and then his voice suddenly stopped, with endless hatred.
He could only be entrusted to the person who killed him. Then he tilted his head and fell into the dust, but his eyes stared tightly, refusing to close, as if waiting for the person opposite to agree.
Xia Ji didn't help him close his eyes. He had too many eyes to stare at, so he just kept them open.
He looked up at the moonlight, and in his heart he thought of the woman who was pregnant with him for ten months and had the kindness to give birth to and raise him.
The woman was very beautiful, with long hair reaching her waist. She was full of fairy spirit and could charm the whole country.
That woman would tell him stories, cook ice plum and jujube soup to cool him down, carefully protect him during autumn hunting, prepare winter clothes for him, kneel down in front of others to plead for mercy,
You raised me when I was young, and I raised you when you are old. Unfortunately, we are separated by death and life, and I cannot do it myself.
Thoughts flashed by,
He whispered: "Mom, I will avenge you."
"But it's not all repaid."
"The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop. They want to use their sons, and their sons will follow the clues and catch them..."
"Under the Nine Springs, please be safe first. My son will send many people down to accompany you."
He took out three pillars of fragrance from the dark gold cloak, flicked his fingers, and ignited the fire.
At this time, a fire suddenly appeared at the entrance of the valley.
There are hundreds of walls standing around the deep valley, and the sound of rapid footsteps can be heard on the slope.
Since the emperor is a bird in a cage, it is natural that such a caged bird will not lack a cage keeper.
However, now that the son of destiny has been chosen, the destiny has been determined, and the emperor is useless and dead, they may be looking at which one is more suitable to be a whetstone, between themselves and the emperor.
The dark valley was illuminated clearly by a little light rushing in from the valley mouth. On the top of the mountain around the valley, the firelight coiled up in circles like red pythons, looking down at him with their heads raised.
The top of the mountain was full of soldiers.
The person who came in from Taniguchi was a monk with handsome features and a peach blossom face.
The moment Xia Ji saw him, he already knew the identity of this monk deep in his heart. He should be the monk the prince saw in the emperor's study room, and he was also the one who caused the tragic defeat of the 100,000-strong army at Fenglang Pass. In this way, killing the prince It wasn't just the emperor who let the aliens go, it was also the family's tacit consent, right
"Amitabha!"
A Dharma trumpet sounded like thunder.
The monk had an angry look on his face and raised his voice: "The donor actually killed his father?!"
There was also a noise among the tens of thousands of soldiers.
Everyone saw the emperor lying in a pool of blood, and the young man standing beside the emperor.
Xia Ji remembered what the dead man in front of him said.
This is the name they give you.
No evidence is required.
Nothing is needed.
You are what they say you are.
This is not right or wrong.
It's that they are strong and you are weak.
If you try to prove that you are right, you will only make people laugh.
Weakness is sin.
Xia Ji didn't answer. He looked at the handsome monk and asked, "Has the monk seen the bliss of the Western Heaven?"