As Wang Ruoxu put the Heaven and Earth Mask on himself, a gust of wind rose from his body, as if the Qi in his body was fighting against the mask fiercely. Even Su Baiyi was blown back three steps by the wind. After Wang Ruoxu put the mask on completely, his body shook slightly for a few times, and he seemed to be in pain, but then he suddenly opened his hands.
With a loud bang, all the wine jars, big and small, in the hall exploded in an instant, and the wine gushed out. For a moment, the room was filled with the aroma of wine.
Priest Xue threw his hands, and the judge's pen in his hand emitted a pale golden light: "You are not qualified to wear this mask yet."
Dongfang Qi looked at his father and whispered, "What should we do now?"
Dongfang Yun I shook my head: "Wait."
The man in blue and Lu Tianxing looked at each other, and Lu Tianxing whispered, "Lu Qin."
Without saying a word, Lu Qin took off the two axes from his waist.
"Be ready to take action at any time." Lu Tianxing said.
"Okay, father." Lu Qin nodded in response.
Outside the restaurant, Bai Long and Nangong Xier had fought dozens of swords. They both felt the terrifying aura in the house, but they could no longer focus on other things. Not far away from them, the two of them were fighting so fiercely that the sky and the earth changed color.
"It seems that Priest Xue has appeared." Su Jian stabbed Wang Yi with a sword.
"Then I will defeat you first, and then fight him! Today I will have fun!" Wang Yi suddenly raised his spear, and the tip of the spear flashed a cold light above the sunlight.
First there is a cold light, then it turns into a cold wave.
"This spear is called Sanguang, named by Daojun."
"This gun is everywhere, there is nowhere to hide."
"The sun, moon and stars all appear on the same day, but they are not as bright as my shadow!"
As the cold wave came, countless gun shadows appeared in front of Wang Yi, in the sky and on the ground, front and back, left and right. As the Gun Saint said, they were everywhere and there was no place to hide.
Su Jian raised his sword gently and said with a little confusion: "Then why should we hide?" He raised his sword and faced the gun shadow directly.
There was an endless stream of crisp sounds of weapons colliding, and Su Jian suddenly danced with his sword in the midst of the gun shadows.
He was already very old, no longer as handsome as he was in the past, and the years of confinement in the prison had even made his back a little hunched. But when he started to dance with the sword, one could still vaguely see the shadow of that young man.
"The dragon rises up and the sword cloud knows not where to go, eight hundred barbarians follow on horseback!"
"Swords rise in all directions!"
The spear in Su Jian's hand suddenly flew out, piercing through the spear shadow and heading straight for Wang Yi's forehead.
If Wang Yi didn't withdraw his gun, Su Jian would soon be submerged by the gun shadow, and he would also be pierced by the sword. He knew very well that Su Jian was forcing himself to make a choice again, was his gun faster, or was Su Jian's sword faster. Many years ago, he made a choice once, that was when he chose to believe in his sword, and in fact, his sword was indeed one step faster. But he didn't expect that the extinction magic skill that Su Jian practiced could improve a person's internal strength to such a terrifying level, and he directly used the body-protecting true qi to block his gun, so he failed in the end. This time, Wang Yi did not hesitate at all, and immediately withdrew his gun and hit the sword back directly.
Su Jian took the sword back and said with a smile: "It seems that you have learned your lesson from that year."
Wang Yi frowned and sneered: "The same trick won't work on me the second time."
"Haven't you ever thought that you are different now than you were back then? Maybe this time your gun has penetrated my protective Qi?" Su Jian suddenly let go of his hand, and the sword in his hand instantly shattered into dozens of pieces. He waved his hand, and those broken swords rushed towards Wang Yi.
Wang Yi gently spun the spear in his hand, blocking all the broken swords. "I am indeed different from what I was back then. What about you? Are you still the same as you were back then? You don't have a sword in your hand now, so what can you rely on to fight me?"
"My sword is gone, so why not borrow another one?" Su Jian stretched out his hand downwards, wanting to borrow a good sword from the long street.
At this time, the window of Qingge Tower suddenly opened, and a masked woman holding a pipa turned her head and looked at them. Then a long sword suddenly broke through the window and flew towards Su Jian. Su Jian was stunned, reached out to take it, and looked down at the long sword in front of him.
The sword was slender and beautiful, with a purple glow flowing on the blade, giving it a kind of enchanting beauty.
"This sword." Wang Yi's tone was slightly surprised.
Because it was this sword that defeated him at the Heroes Conference!
"Zixia Sword." Su Jian said faintly, and brushed the sword with his fingers. "I didn't expect to see you again after so many years."
Although there was the sound of a pipa in Qingge Tower, this time the sound was not gentle and melodious, but instead carried a fierce aura of a sword song.
"Just now you said that you have changed after all these years, but I don't know if I have changed. Now I suddenly have an answer. I, Su Jian, have not changed." Su Jian raised his sword and pointed it at Wang Yi, his white hair fluttering in the wind. "I am still the same young man as before!"
"Zheng!" There was a sudden unusual sound coming from the pipa in the room. The female musician looked down at her hand. Her fingers had been cut by the pipa strings and were bleeding. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked gently, then pressed her hand on the strings again.
"Let me accompany you for this last time." She sighed softly.
The sound of the pipa started again, and Su Jian began to dance with his sword again.
This is a sword dance he created himself. It has a long name, "Purple clouds set in the west, sword dances into flowers." He created it when he stayed in Xuanwei City. It is not considered to be very advanced, but it represents his best time!
It has been many years since it was used. This time when Su Jian used it again, his sword moves were a little awkward. But as the sound of the pipa began, he danced more and more smoothly, as if he had really returned to the most unrestrained period of his life. He was the Jade Flute Prince in Xuanwei City, the pride of the hero conference, and the most talented son of the Su family in Weilong Mountain.
Wang Yi retreated repeatedly under Su Jian's sword dance. He was very puzzled. Su Jian's sword moves were obviously not as exquisite as those he had just used. But why was it that when he started dancing, his originally powerful spear force was suddenly blocked
"Wang Yi, you were defeated back then because you were too weak. And you will be defeated again this time, because although you have become stronger, your heart has grown old!" Su Jian said loudly.
"Are you going to say something stupid like the heart of youth is invincible?" Wang Yi swung his spear and leaped into the air with the help of Su Jian's sword.
Su Jian turned around, looked at the figure holding the pipa in the room, and said with a smile: "The heart of a young man should indeed be invincible."
"Then try my invincibility." Wang shouted angrily.