"Wang Yi." Lu Song repeated these two words slowly, and finally nodded, "I remember this name. So you want to fight me?"
"I have been fighting for myself all my life, but today, I want to try to fight for the world." Wang Yi raised his spear and pointed it at Lu Song. "What's your name, visitor from Yingzhou?"
"My name is Lu Song, and I used to be the left protector of Yingzhou." Lu Song lightly hooked his finger, and the Red Beauty Sword that Jimo Huaxue had inserted in front of him suddenly shook, and was about to fly towards Lu Song.
"Beauty!" Jimo Huaxue encountered such a scene for the first time and shouted immediately.
"I am an outlier in Yingzhou, because I am the only one in the whole Yingzhou who uses a sword." Lu Song raised his hand suddenly, and this time the Hongyan Sword could no longer block the gravitational force and flew directly into his hand.
"What a coincidence, then I am also an outlier in the Wang family. When others were thinking about becoming the leader of the martial arts world, I was sitting by the pond for decades, just to seek the purest spear intent." Wang Yi leaped up and stabbed the spear in his hand directly at Lu Song's forehead.
"It's pure enough spear intent!" Lu Song raised the Hongyan Sword and blocked in front of him. With a "ding" sound, Wang Yi immediately put away his spear and swept towards Lu Song's feet. Lu Song stepped on his feet and jumped into the air: "Don't waste time. Use your strongest spear skills!" Lu Song raised the long sword above his head, and the sea behind him was churning. The sword energy condensed on the sword body, carrying a kind of indescribable majesty.
"Brother!" Lü Gui exclaimed after seeing this, "You're using this move right after you make a move?"
"Okay." Wang Yi smiled, "Does this sword move have a name?"
"Rise up the sea!" Lu Song's long sword fell.
Jimo Huaxue looked up suddenly and saw the sword energy like the vast sea smashing down. Lu Song's sword technique was very similar to Nan Yulou's. When Nangong Xier used the Sword of Passing Water, she could also achieve the degree of sword energy like the sea, but Lu Song's sword was different. The sword energy that filled the sky and the sea was not only composed of sword energy, but also real swords.
But this is of course impossible.
Because there is only one Sword of Beauty.
But this sword technique gave Jimo Huaxue a very real feeling.
There is only one possibility, that is, every sword energy swung out by Lu Song has reached the level of being able to gather energy into a sword. Although Jimo Huaxue is known as a sword fairy, she also knows that she cannot reach this level.
"The name of Canghai is worthy!" Wang Yi also fired a gun.
A cold light flashed.
Another cold wave!
This gun was extremely similar to Lu Song's sword, and countless gun shadows also appeared. The only difference was that Lu Song's sword force was like the force of the vast ocean falling from the sky, while Wang Yi's gun shadow was in the sky and underground, front and back, left and right, everywhere, and could hide everywhere!
Just like what Daojun said about this spear skill back then—the sun, moon and stars, all rising in the same day, are still not as good as this spear shadow.
The sword force of the sea merged with the gun shadows in the sky. There was a loud roar like thunder, and then the figures of the two crossed each other.
Lu Song smiled and said, "Yes, after so many years, I still have an opponent I can consider as having a good time with."
As soon as Wang landed, he thrust his spear in front of him and said with a wry smile, "After just one move, I knew you were stronger than me. All these years, I always wanted to be the best in the world, but now I think it's just a futile attempt."
"If you leave now and find a place to heal your wounds, you can at least live a few more years." Lu Song said.
Wang turned around and looked at Lu Song: "It's funny, since I came out of seclusion, I have been defeated in every battle, but I must win this battle!"
"Even if it means death?" Lu Song raised his eyebrows.
"Then die!" Wang Yi swung his spear and attacked Lu Song.
"All your spear power is in that one shot just now. If you lose that move, you will be powerless to recover!" Lu Song swung his sword seemingly casually, but it directly cut Wang Yi's spear into two pieces.
Wang Yi had been raising this spear for decades by the pond in the backyard of the palace, before he had mastered the spear skill to this point. But he did not expect that today, Lu Song would casually swing his sword and cut his spear in two. Even Lu Song was surprised, as he had not expected his sword to be so powerful.
"Perhaps this is the ending it deserves." Wang Yi threw away the half spear in his hand, then took a step forward, grasped the upper half of the spear, and stabbed at Lu Song.
But in Lu Song's eyes, that gun was no longer a gun, but a sword, an invincible sword with peerless sword intent!
The tip of the gun went straight through Lu Song's shoulder, and blood gushed out!
"Brother!" Lu Gui exclaimed and knocked Dongfang Xiaoyue back with a punch. He immediately came to Lu Song's side and pressed several major acupoints on his shoulder to stop the bleeding.
"Is this a sword move?" Lu Song still asked slowly.
"It's a sword move from one of my opponents. He named it Invincible." Wang Yi replied, "It's his Invincible, and now it's mine too."
"There is youthful spirit in the sword," Lu Song praised.
"But I am already an old man." Wang Yi smiled, "and it seems that I have never been a young man in my life."
"Perhaps this moment is enough." Lu Song stepped forward and came in front of Wang Yi. "If I guess correctly, you should have been dead a long time ago."
Wang nodded: "I should have died when I fought with that mortal enemy that day. I have been holding back and refusing to die all these years, just because I felt that there was still one more shot to be fired. After I fire this shot today, I should also die."
"Then I will send you to the west." Lu Song stretched out a finger and pointed it at Wang Yi's forehead.
“Hahahahahahaha.” Wang Yi suddenly laughed loudly. He spread out his sleeves, stepped back, and his body gradually turned into dust. “If I die, it’s up to me.”
"Senior." Jimo Huaxue clenched his fist.
"Grandpa!" Wang Buchen shed tears and stopped fighting with Lu Qin. He rushed over, but he watched Wang Yi's body turn into dust little by little.
"I have used the Heavenly Blessing Technique to force my body to remain in peak condition for the past six years, but the outcome now has already been determined. Buchen, lead the Wang family well and embark on a new path." Wang Yi sighed lightly, "But before I die, I have one more question to ask." When he said the last sentence, he looked at Lu Song.
Lu Song was stunned for a moment: "What do you want to ask?"
"Did I win?" Wang Yi asked somewhat puzzledly.
Lu Song's answer was very concise and clear: "Win."
"It's worth it!" Wang Yi's figure completely disappeared.
Wang Buchen knelt on the ground: "The Art of Heavenly Blessing... It's actually the Art of Heavenly Blessing!"
Lu Gui said anxiously: "Brother, what do you mean he won? Isn't he dead? What does that mean?"