Wang Yi fired his most powerful spear, the name of which was Invincible. At the tip of the spear, there was a roaring sound like a dragon. When Wang Yi fired this spear, the small pond reappeared in front of him.
View the world through a pond and discover your own invincibility!
"Is this your invincibility?" Su Jian was knocked to the ground by Wang Yi's spear. He slid dozens of feet away with his sword on the ground, leaving a long groove on the ground. "This is indeed a very strong spearmanship, the strongest I have ever seen in my life, but it is still not invincible."
"Then you have to defeat me first!" Wang Yi fired his gun.
Su Jian spun around and flashed into the air again, but Wang Yi's shot actually smashed the entire street into pieces, and the singing houses on both sides began to collapse. He raised his head and looked at Su Jian, his eyes had turned red.
"The peak of the Saint Realm." Su Jian frowned slightly.
Above the Martial Dao realm of no return, there are still the three realms of Heavenly Dao: the Sage Realm, the Supreme Realm, and the Divine Realm. However, because jumping out of the Martial Dao touches the Heavenly Dao, it is regarded as prying into the secrets of Heaven, and it is very likely to be backlashed. Therefore, even the masters of the three realms of Heavenly Dao will forcibly suppress their realms below the Heavenly Dao. But at this moment, Wang Yi obviously no longer suppresses his realm, and has brought the Sage Realm to the peak. His eyes are red, which is the state of the Sage Realm at its peak.
"After today's battle, there is no turning back." Wang Yi leaped up and swung his spear at Su Jian again.
"Well." Su Jian lightly flicked the Zixia sword in front of him, then swung the sword toward the sky and started sword dancing again, but this time there were suddenly muffled thunder sounds in the air.
The muffled thunder sounded like drums, as if adding fuel to the battle.
The sound of the pipa was gentle yet murderous.
"There should be tens of thousands of ghosts howling, mournful and sad." Su Jian swung his sword lightly, piercing through the gun wind in front of him, and there really was a sound like the howling of ghosts.
"It would be better if there was some more flute music." Su Jian swung his sword and then leaped onto the eaves next to him. He took out a bamboo flute from his arms, put it to his lips and blew it softly.
He closed his eyes, used the sound of the bamboo flute to control the sword, and fought against Wang Yi's spear.
The flute sounded melodious, but the sword turned defensive.
The flute sounded passionate, and the sword force turned into a crazy attack again.
This was the first time in Wang Yi's life that he saw someone controlling a sword with the sound of a flute. He was shocked and said, "Is this the sword power of the pinnacle of the Divine Realm?"
The so-called swordsmanship consists of two parts: the sword and the method.
The sword only refers to the external martial arts moves. No matter how exquisite and domineering it is, it only exists at the level of "technique".
The law refers to the power of heaven. Everyone can form a small world of their own within their sword power. For example, the red-robed sword fairy Jimo Huaxue of Jimo City, when her sword power is summoned, her world only exists with her sword. The swords in the hands of others will be afraid of her sword power and can't even unsheathe. At this moment, Su Jian's sword power is like a drum with muffled thunder, representing the power of heaven, the sound of the sword wind is like a ghost howling, representing the sadness of killing, the sound of the pipa is far away, representing the feelings of the past, and the sound of the bamboo flute is blowing, meaning returning to the meaning of youth.
He turned all his emotions and intentions into this sword.
This sword can be called truly invincible.
With a "clang" sound, all the strings of the pipa in the woman's hand broke, she vomited blood, and the pipa fell to the ground.
The bamboo flute in Su Jian's hand also broke into three pieces, leaving only the last bit of the flute sound.
There was a final rumble of thunder in the sky, and heavy rain suddenly began to fall.
Wang Yi picked up the Zixia sword in front of him and sent it flying, and the sword spun in the air.
"This last sword will bring me back to my peak!" Su Jian grabbed the Purple Cloud Sword and said, "It will remind me of my strength back then!"
A flash of lightning flashed in the sky and landed on the Zixia Sword.
Su Jian closed his eyes and swung the Zixia sword down.
At that moment, the woman in Qingge Tower was a little dazed. She seemed to see the white-haired old man return to the young man who was full of vigor and vitality in the past.
But soon, the old man turned back into that old man. Only the hilt of the Zixia Sword in his hand remained, and the blade had turned into dust. He landed behind Wang Yi, his back no longer hunched, but straight, his white hair flying in the wind, and he still had the romantic spirit of the young man. He raised his head, and a long spear spun rapidly in the air, and finally landed in front of him.
Wang Yi stood behind him and said slowly after a long silence: "I lost."
Su Jian smiled and said, "At our age, is winning or losing really that important? Why are you so obsessed with becoming the best in the world in the eyes of the world?"
"When I met you, it was the first time I lost in my life." Wang Yi looked up, and the sky soon cleared up again. He did not directly answer Su Jian's question, "I didn't expect that meeting you again after many years would be my last defeat in this life." Wang Yi's words have made the final conclusion of this unprecedented battle.
"You always lose in the end because you never thought about the reason for winning. You just don't want to lose, so you want to win. What pushes you forward is just the pride of being the most outstanding disciple of the Wang family in a hundred years." Su Jian turned around, "But I'm different. I wanted to win back then because I wanted to change the world. And now I want to win-"
Wang Yi also turned around and waited for Su Jian's final answer.
"I want to prove that after so many years, even decades of confinement in the Nether Prison have not changed me." Su Jian turned his head and looked at the figure in Qingge Tower. There was suddenly a bit of sadness in his voice, "This time, it really is goodbye."
"Meeting you is my greatest misfortune in martial arts, but perhaps, it is also my greatest luck." Wang Yi walked over and drew his spear.
"Meeting me is both unfortunate and fortunate. This should be what the girl in the building said." Su Jian sighed lightly, "Or is it just unfortunate? Who knows?"
"I'm leaving. We won't see each other again after today." Wang Yi walked towards the palace.
"Where are you going?" Su Jian asked.
"I still have a chance to think about many things when I return to that small pond." Wang Yi said calmly, with a rare hint of self-mockery in his tone, "Then after you die, I will have another chance to become number one in the world."
"Don't you care about your disciples? Looking at the situation in the restaurant, it seems a little bad." Su Jian shrugged.
“After today, there may be a brand new Wang family. No matter it is the supreme family in the martial arts world or rebuilt from the ashes, it will be a brand new Wang family.” Wang Yi continued to walk forward without looking back.