I have a role in the heavens

Song Que finally understood a truth at this time. There was only a wrong name, not a wrong title. No wonder the scum in front of him was called the passionate young master. He was really frivolous and frivolous. He actually dared to make such nonsense in front of him. Song Que was furious, and he must let Hou Xibai learn the power of the heavenly sword today.

Earth Sword Song Zhi was also furious when he heard this. He and Song Que had different personalities and gentle tempers. He loved and felt guilty for Song Yuhua, his eldest niece. Back then, Song Que sacrificed Song Yuhua's happiness and married her to Xie Wen for the consideration of the Song clan. He was very opposed to Long's dandy son. Now that Song Yuhua was a widow, Hou Xibai dared to tarnish Song Yuhua's reputation, so naturally he couldn't agree.

Song Zhi also forgot Song Que's majesty for a moment, opened the courtyard door directly, and stepped into the knife grinding hall. He held the sword tightly in his hand, with an angry look on his face, and he was about to attack Hou Xibai.

Song Que glanced at his younger brother and didn't say much. His mind had advanced to the realm where there was nothing else besides the knife. He was calm and calm, with only the existence of the knife. His eyes were slightly narrowed, a cold light flashed, and his hands were raised high. He raised the thick-backed sword, and invisible momentum and sharpness gathered.

Suddenly, there was silence between heaven and earth, the wind stopped, clouds gathered, as white as cotton, the powerful momentum forced Song Zhi to retreat repeatedly, unable to withstand such a sharp edge, his skin tightened, and he felt that the sword energy was about to If he cut it off, he would be in danger of annihilation. He looked at the other person present, Hou Xibai, with a horrified look on his face and frightened eyes.

Hou Xibai stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes were whiter than the snow, his black hair was flying behind him, his hair roots seemed to be pierced into the void, the essence of heaven and earth was poured into Hou Xibai's body, his whole body was full of momentum, not weaker than the Heavenly Sword Song Que, Sword Eyebrow Lift it up, slanting it into the sky, endlessly unruly, the starry eyes are slightly opened, glowing, the endless brilliance is hidden in the eyes, like a starry sky, dreamy and mysterious, the brows are wrinkled, revealing a bit of embarrassment and bitterness, the upper and lower lips are tight Squeezing it tightly, he looked up at the clouds in the sky and laughed loudly. The laughter was so heroic that it shook the world and turned into sound waves visible to the naked eye, soaring straight into the sky, scattering the thick clouds and shining brightly. Spill.

Song Que suddenly moved, his figure exploded, the thick-backed knife in his hand was as light as nothing, as fast as lightning, leaving a cold light in the air, and slashed towards Hou Xibai's head, without any hesitation, ruthlessly. , extremely domineering.

Hou Xibai's figure flashed like a breeze, and afterimages spread all over the small courtyard. Song Que's sword energy raged, tearing apart the afterimages one after another, but still unable to hit Hou Xibai's true body.

The two kept chasing, leaving footprints all over the small courtyard. Unable to withstand the powerful momentum of the two fighting, the famous master retreated step by step and was forced out of the small courtyard again. He could only stand alone. Outside the door, there is a strong wind inside. Outside the door, the sky is clear and the breeze is gentle. One door separates two worlds. Song Zhi kept his eyes focused on this shocking battle.

Song Que's sword skills have reached the point where his mind is attentive, his mind starts to move, and his hands follow his movements. There is no set move or form.

"Zheng!"

There was a sound of the sword, and the blade trembled slightly. The condensed sword energy tightly wrapped the blade. The sword energy was hesitant, like a snake's letter. An ordinary person would feel chilled in his heart just by taking a glance at it. His body would tighten unconsciously, and Song Song was particularly frightened. The missing person and the knife form an inseparable and integrated whole. It is a strong and profound feeling, subtle and difficult to describe.

Song Que's eyes shot out with lightning at the same time, covering Hou Xibai. No part of his opponent's body, inside or outside, could be hidden from the observation of this expert who was known as the best swordsman in the world. He was seen through, as if he was naked and exposed. In the cold wind and snow.

A wall of invisible but tangible sword energy, like a copper wall and an iron wall, pressed towards Hou Xibai with Song Que as the center, compressing Hou Xibai's dodge space and forcing Hou Xibai to catch his peerless sword.

There was a hint of caution in Hou Xibai's eyes. The name of the Heavenly Sword is well-deserved. The spirit is the mind and the mind is the body. Every time a sword is struck, the whole body follows. The mind and spirit are unified. It is inevitable and unstoppable.

Every time Song Que took a step forward, a huge momentum surged up from the sky and the earth, like a crazy storm. With his firm and powerful steps, he carried the bone-chilling sword energy and rolled towards Hou Xibai.

Hou Xibai's hand behind his back finally raised, and he pinched the seal with both hands. Invisible energy dispersed into the void. Life and death were transformed, yin and yang were intertwined. Lotus blossoms bloomed, holy and beautiful. Song Que's sword energy had just fallen, and the death energy had just fallen. It turned into anger and became a doll in Hou Xibai's hands, being manipulated to fight back at Song Que.

Song Que's eyes flashed, the cold light of the thick-backed sword was cold, the sword energy was restrained and solidified, and it was bound within the blade. With a light slash, he chopped off the blooming lotus flowers in the void, and the withered lotus flowers turned into For the strands of death energy, he was once again pulled by the seal in Hou Xibai's hand, turned into life again, and blended into his body without losing any breath.

Song Que frowned, thoughtfully. He had seen this martial arts before. Back then, he and Shi Zhixuan fought for more than a hundred rounds. It was difficult for the two to decide the winner. The brothers stopped fighting. Shi Zhixuan used this martial art at that time. , is his most proud martial arts, and also the basis for the evil king Shi Zhixuan to dominate the world, "The Seal of Immortality".

Hou Xibai's whole body's qi is unstable, he is there, but also seems not to be there. He is going in and out between existence and non-existence. There is stillness in the movement, and vividness in the stillness. It is impossible to grasp his next move. This is the enlightenment in Buddhist martial arts. The mysterious and perfect principles that emerge are not on this side, not on the other side, or in the middle.

Even Song Que couldn't grasp Hou Xibai's energy, he frowned slightly and praised.

"The skill is better than the skill of the master. Your "Seal of Immortality" is the true inheritance of Shi Zhixuan. It is indeed exquisite!"

In fact, Song Que misunderstood that Shi Zhixuan had never taught Hou Xibai the "Seal of Immortality" at all. Shi Qingxuan did have a volume on his body, and he wanted to give it to Hou Xibai. Hou Xibai did not accept it. On the other side, not in the middle, he used his own wisdom to deduce a Hou Xibai version of "The Immortal Seal".

Song Que took a deep breath, puffed up his chest and abdomen, and let out a loud roar, like a thunderbolt from the blue. He raised the thick-backed sword high, and his mind entered the realm of the heavenly sword. Everything in the world had an edge, and his mind was harmonious. The way of heaven coincided, and the thick aura of time rose from Song Que's body. The vicissitudes of life were heavy, and the knife in his hand turned into the stream of time. He cut it down suddenly, coming from the source of time and heading towards the end of time. It spread thousands of miles and was unstoppable. The entire world was behind it. It turned into a sword, intangible and substanceless, but it still existed.

The sword slashed the body and the mind slashed the mind. The sharp edges from heaven and earth rushed towards Hou Xibai, surrounding him. There was no trace of death energy. Even the "Immortal Seal" could not borrow any death energy to transform life and death. .

At the fifty-fifth day of the Great Era, with the use of forty-nine, Hou Xibai's mind integrated into the artistic conception of not being on this shore, not on the other side, and not being in the middle, and transformed into the one that escaped between heaven and earth. It is the most mysterious existence between heaven and earth, and the ultimate principle related to the secrets of heaven and earth.

Hou Xibai was clearly standing there. He was real, but just like an illusion. He could not be touched or approached. He was not between the ten directions of heaven and earth, not within the three realms. He jumped out of the Five Elements. Even if the overwhelming sharp edges surged in, they still could not hurt him at all. , the whole person seemed to have sneaked into the mezzanine of the world, and was not in the same dimension as Song Que at all. No matter how sharp and cold the heavenly sword was, it could not reach him.

The "Immortal Seal Technique" has been applied to this state, and has gone beyond Shi Zhixuan's practice. He has made great progress and taken a step further. As long as Hou Xibai maintains this state, he will be invincible, even if the three great masters gather together. When we besiege Hou Xibai together, we must look forward to it with excitement and sigh, feeling helpless.

Song Que's move was ineffective, and he didn't feel any sign of despair. His heart was as calm as still water, and the spiritual platform was clear and empty. It became more and more quiet and empty. Gradually, the human aura in his body had dissipated, and his whole person turned into the heavenly being. In one part, the thick-backed sword in his hand truly transformed into a heavenly sword, walking on behalf of heaven. The blade exuded the aura of laws. When the sword came out, thousands of laws echoed and vibrated, cutting through the void, and slashed at Hou Xibai, who was in the interlayer of time and space. Go, a black crack appeared in the void, constantly twisting and changing, like a poisonous snake, ferocious and terrifying, a breath of destruction of the world seeped out of it, causing the alarm bell in Song Zhiling's consciousness to ring crazily, as if to remind him to stay away quickly This place is extremely dangerous, enough to destroy and swallow everything.

A look of surprise appeared in Hou Xibai's eyes. He didn't expect that Song Que's Heavenly Sword had reached such a level that it could tear apart the void. It seemed that he had completely entered the realm of the Grand Master in the past few years. In addition, Song Que The state of mind with nothing else but the saber made his attack power far exceed that of the Grand Master. He could barely see the realm of Shattered Void. It was really amazing, even better than Ning Daoqi and others.

As soon as this black crack appeared between the sky and the earth, it issued an infinite suction force, trying to swallow up everything. The surrounding vegetation curved, and the fallen leaves flew into the crack, and were mercilessly swallowed up. The darkness gives people a terrifying and mysterious feeling. If it is left unchecked, the entire Song family mountain city may be swallowed up.

Seeing this, Hou Xibai sighed helplessly, and walked out from the escape, frowning slightly, looking at Song Que who was as indifferent and heartless as heaven, cursing and full of resentment.

"What a mess. He actually cut through the void and tore open the space."

"Whether it's Yuhua or Yuzhi, aren't they both your daughters? If I marry Yuhua, why don't you be my cheap father-in-law? Are you so desperate?"

Hou Xibai rolled his eyes and glared at Song Que with great disgust. He finally made a move with his hands. The aura around him was misty and otherworldly. His face was solemn, his back straight, his right hand stretched out, his fingers stretched straight, slender and fair. Even with a slight flaw, even Song Que had to admit that with such hands, whether practicing swordsmanship or sword practice, he could easily succeed and get twice the result with half the effort.

Hou Xibai began to stroke his five fingers regularly, and there seemed to be a transparent guqin in the void, playing in his hands. The sounds of nature faintly emerged, the heaven and earth were silent, everything was sounding, and the most beautiful music deep in the soul was like spring water, tinkling The sound is thumping and the gurgling flow is so clear, stable and infinitely joyful.

The eternal wave string between heaven and earth was stirred by Hou Xibai, and the laws between heaven and earth shook. An invisible force filled the air, repairing the cracks in the space. The black cracks gradually healed and disappeared. Finally, there was peace between heaven and earth. The small courtyard was full of mess.

The grass and trees were uprooted, the ground was turned up, and the dust was flying, but it had not yet fallen. It was a vast gray area, blocking people's sight.

Hou Xibai continued to move the invisible waves in his hands. These invisible waves turned into a transparent sword and slashed towards Song Que.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It was as if countless transparent and invisible threads of law had been cut off. The human aura rose again on Song Que, gradually becoming thicker. The indifference and ruthlessness in his eyes also dissipated. At this time, he was a living person. , flesh and blood, sentimental and righteous.

Song Que's eyes moved slightly, with a little more fluctuation. A bright light rose, and anger appeared on his face again. This is a reaction and emotion only experienced by talents. This means that Song Que has completely withdrawn from the realm of Heavenly Sword. His humanity has been restored and he is no longer an existence doing justice for heaven.

Seeing this, Hou Xibai didn't want to continue fighting with Song Que, otherwise he was afraid that the Song family's mountain city would be destroyed. Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy, a phantom was born, and the person disappeared in place, even if it was Song Zhi, who had been watching this place, didn't notice Hou Xibai leaving.

Song Que looked around and saw a mess. Hou Xibai had disappeared. Holding the thick-backed knife, he turned around and entered the knife-sharpening hall. The heavy broadsword seemed weightless in Song Que's hand, as light as nothing. With the strength of his wrist, The tip of the knife is engraved on the whetstone enshrined at the end of the hall. There are more than ten names on it, each of them is a famous person in the world. Their cultivation is extremely advanced, and at the end they have the strength of the master's perfection state.

Now a new name is engraved above the names of these people, three big characters, full of majesty, vitality and strength, steel and iron bones, exuding a perfect atmosphere, Hou Xibai.

Song Que carved Hou Xibai's name on the whetstone, and he carved it above everyone else, ranking first, which shows Song Que's recognition and admiration for Hou Xibai's strength.

Song Zhi looked at the afterimage that gradually dissipated, and then realized that Hou Xibai had left long ago, and couldn't help being shocked.

Only then did Song Zhi understand how terrifying Hou Xibai's strength was. If Hou Xibai attacked him, he might not even react and be killed by Hou Xibai.

Song Zhi calmed down and walked into the small courtyard of Modaotang again. When he walked into the room, he looked at the name engraved on the top, his pupils tightened, and he was extremely shocked.

"Brother, you regard Hou Xibai as your most powerful opponent. Isn't it a bit exaggerated?"

Song Zhi admitted that Hou Xibai was powerful and terrifying, but he did not think that he could surpass the three great masters, the evil king Shi Zhixuan, the four holy monks and others, and become Song Que's most important opponent.

"You do not understand!"

"Hou Xibai's strength is unpredictable. Even I can't figure out all of his strength. I can only get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg. Even so, let me give it a try and do it with all my strength!"

Song Que had a vague guess in his mind that Hou Xibai might have entered the legendary Shattered Void Realm. Otherwise, how could the space cracks he slashed with all his strength be smoothed out and closed so easily.

Song Zhi was a little depressed. Every time he encountered something beyond his knowledge, his eldest brother Song Que would say to him, "You don't understand." This shocked Song Zhi, who was the think tank of the Song clan. He was also recognized as a wise man in the world. Why? When Song Que came here, he was like an ignorant fool. He didn't understand this or that. It was so disappointing.

Song Zhi let out a heavy breath, changed the topic, looked solemn and solemn, and asked for instructions.

"Brother, Hou Xibai is talking nonsense and insulting Yuhua's reputation. What should we do?"

Song Zhi was a little undecided about this matter. Hou Xibai was too powerful. If the Song family became enemies with Hou Xibai because of this matter, it would do more harm than good.

When Song Que heard this, his calm eyes were filled with waves, and his expression was a little complicated. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Bashu, and spoke in a faint voice.

"Yuhua and Hou Xibai should be real, and they are in love with each other. Hou Xibai is not just talking about it!"

Song Zhi was stunned, looked at the handsome Song Que in disbelief, and said angrily.

"Brother, how can you believe that kid? Don't you understand that kid Yuhua?"

"I have been well-behaved and gentle since I was a child. How could I do such an outrageous thing!"

Song Que turned around, looked at his angry second brother, a strange expression appeared on his face, and said firmly.

"Yuhua has changed, and I don't even recognize him anymore!"

"Perhaps, one day, there will really be another name on this whetstone!"

Song Que looked past Song Zhi and cast his gaze at the whetstone standing quietly not far away. His expression was faint and he spoke with deep meaning.

"Whether it's Yuhua or Yuzhi, they are all my daughters after all. Hou Xibai must call me father-in-law no matter what!"

"You don't need to worry about Hou Xibai's affairs. He is one of our own, so just treat him as your nephew!"

Song Zhi still didn't believe it and opened his mouth to argue a few more words.

Song Que didn't want to talk any more, waved his hand and said to Song Zhi.

"You go down, I need some quiet retreat!"

No matter how unwilling Song Zhi was, he still did not dare to disobey his elder brother who respected him like a god. He had no choice but to walk out of the room gloomily and secretly made up his mind to go to Duzun Fort in Chengdu City tomorrow to ask Song Yuhua about the matter. How could the gentle and quiet niece he had watched grow up do such an outrageous thing? If it were the naughty and rebellious Song Yuzhi, it would be possible for her to do such a thing!

Song Que was sitting on the futon, with a thick-backed knife flat on his lap. He was stroking the blade of the knife lightly with his palms. A look of wisdom flashed in his eyes, and he was thinking about one thing. It was silent for a long time before a faint sigh sounded. .

"Now it seems that the person who assassinated Xie Wenlong may not really be the shadow assassin Yang Xuyan!"

"Forget it, Jie Wenlong can only be assassinated by Yang Xuyan! This is the truth, the iron-clad fact!"

After saying that, Song Que closed his eyes and his mind fell into silence, comprehending the feelings of the battle just now.