I have a role in the heavens

Hou Xibai raised his head and looked towards the city, with a calm expression and unparalleled demeanor, and laughed loudly.

"Everyone, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Why don't you decide the winner?"

As soon as Hou Xibai said this, all the masters of the Li clan jumped off the city top, leaving only Li Yuan and his son. Li Shimin whispered a few instructions in the ear of a man with a silly face.

This man holds a pair of drums, urns, and golden hammers in his hands. They are the size of a millstone and weigh more than a thousand kilograms. However, he is extremely thin and small, almost a head shorter than Li Shimin. He has no flesh on his cheeks and is extremely lean. But for his stature, He can actually use a drum, urn, and golden hammer that weighs a thousand pounds. He is really born with supernatural power. He has steel and iron bones. He has a domineering and fierce aura, like an irrational beast. There is no clear color in his eyes, only viciousness. Who are you looking at? They all seemed to be looking at prey. Only when facing Li Shimin did a trace of innocence and childishness flash through his eyes. This man was none other than Li Yuanba, the great master of Henglian, with dazzling combat prowess and terrifying strength.

"Yuanba, when you go down, just use the sledgehammer in your hand to hit the person on the other side hard, do you understand?"

Li Yuanba obeyed Li Shimin's instructions and nodded. With a somewhat dull look in his eyes, he followed Li Shimin's fingers and looked at Hou Xibai and others on the opposite side. His eyes were full of fierceness, and his voice was so loud that it made people's ears buzz. .

"I know, I will hit whoever my second brother tells me to do!"

After saying that, Li Yuanba jumped up and jumped down from the top of the city together with him, crashing to the ground. A deep pit appeared on the ground. The ground shook and dust flew up. Li Yuanba held the drum, urn and golden hammer in his hand. He stamped his feet fiercely, and without waiting for others to prepare, he rushed directly towards Hou Xibai, like a crazy elephant, leaving clear footprints under his feet. The ground shook endlessly, and he was extremely fast. The drum urn in his hand The golden hammer was like a pair of huge millstones, smashing into Hou Xibai's head, and he was still shouting.

"Second brother asks me to beat you, and I will beat you to death!"

The sound was like the roar of a thunder god, shaking the world. Countless people were startled and couldn't help but cover their ears.

Hou Xibai saw how reckless and ferocious this fool was, and after hearing his words, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at Li Shimin above the city, secretly remembering in his heart that he was a disciple of the Demon Sect, and his revenge was not overnight, so how could he be spared to find it for himself? Li Shimin, who got into such a big trouble, was extremely petty.

Although Hou Xibai complained in his heart, he still needed to deal with the big trouble in front of him first. He sighed, took a step forward, raised his fists, and struck hard at the pair of huge drums, urns, and golden hammers that smashed down on his face. passed.

Hou Xibai resisted the war hammer made of gold and iron with his flesh and blood body. Everyone couldn't bear to watch anymore and turned their heads and closed their eyes, thinking that this handsome, beautiful and passionate young man would be reduced to a pool of flesh and blood by this blow. They were afraid that even his own mother would be killed. Even unrecognizable.

"boom!"

"when!"

The air in the space was exploded by Hou Xibai's two punches. A pair of white and tender fists as bright as jade hit the drum urn and the golden hammer. The pair of sledgehammers swung high, and Li Yuanba's whole body was shaken. Shocked, he staggered and took a few steps back, unable to stop his retreat.

"boom!"

The drum, urn, and golden hammer held by Li Yuanba hit the ground hard, causing dust to fly. Li Yuanba shouted loudly, lifted the hammer in his hand again, turned it around, stepped hard on it, and rushed towards Hou Xibai again. Go, it seems that the violent counterattack just now has no effect on him. He is really a steel-reinforced man, a born Vajra Arhat.

The ground beneath Hou Xibai's feet collapsed, forming a circular pit, and cracks spread on the ground. With a sneer on the corner of Hou Xibai's mouth, his clear and deep eyes were full of cold light, he jumped out without showing any signs of weakness. , rushed directly towards Li Yuanba, a pair of iron fists glowing with gleaming white light, the pure glazed body was operating at full strength, and Li Yuanba used violence to fight violence, very heroic, resisting hard blows, not giving in at all, looking extremely inconsistent, a pair of perfect His white and tender fists were constantly clashing with the drum, urn, and golden hammer the size of a millstone. There were bursts of air explosions in the air. The white air waves were clearly visible to the naked eye. They were like waves, constantly rolling, extremely turbulent, and terrifying. Extremely human.

Everyone was attracted by the battle between the two of them. The two of them were so violent and ferocious. Their pupils were constricted and their hearts were awe-inspiring. Their really strong bodies and innate divine power were simply beyond everyone's imagination. They were simply inhuman. Its existence can be said to be invulnerable to fire and water, and invulnerable to weapons and bullets.

Song Que withdrew his gaze and looked at Kou Zhong, who was clearly facing him. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, evil spirit soaring to the sky, and endless chill. He raised the thick-backed knife in his hand, pointed it at Kou Zhong, and opened his mouth to invite a fight.

"Kou Zhong comes to die!"

Kou Zhong betrayed Song Que and felt extremely guilty. His eyes were evasive and he did not dare to look directly at Song Que. He was timid before fighting and lacked fighting spirit. If he fought against Song Que, he would surely fall to the peerless edge of the Heavenly Sword.

When Ning Daoqi saw this, he naturally couldn't let Kou Zhong and Song Que become enemies. In less than a hundred rounds, he would lose a great master here, so he took a step forward, and his Tao Qi was full of energy, rushing into the void Qi. Wandering around him, he was quiet and inactive, carefree and at ease, like a mountain man in the world, Taoist is really at ease. He flicked his broad sleeves and robe, bowed his hands and said to Song Que.

"Master Song, why should you bully the small with the big? The old master has come to learn the power of your heavenly sword. Thirty years ago, we fought and failed to enjoy ourselves. Now we just take this opportunity to make a final settlement!"

Thirty years ago, Song Que, the Heavenly Blade, first appeared in the world. He was sharp, invincible, and extremely aggressive. He challenged the masters everywhere. Ning Daoqi, as the great master of the Taoist sect, naturally could not escape Song Que's challenge. The two had a battle. Ning Daoqi Dao Qi relied on his advanced realm and long training time to win a small victory, causing Tian Dao to lose for the first time.

However, Song Que has a perseverant heart. With Ning Daoqi as a whetstone, the sword's mind and state of mind never retreated but advanced, becoming sharper and completing the transformation. Even if Ning Daoqi could defeat Song Que, he still could not keep him and let him suffer from his whole body. Retirement can be said to have astonished the world. He listed Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, as the number one person under the Grand Master. His power was unparalleled and he had the power to dominate the Central Plains.

Song Que frowned and looked at Ning Daoqi who took the initiative to invite the battle. He hesitated in his heart. Song Que had the intention to kill Kou Zhong who betrayed the Song clan. But looking at Kou Zhong's current state, facing him, he was afraid that Unable to exert his full strength, even if he killed Kou Zhong, he would still be defeated. This was extremely difficult for Song Que, who was sincere in martial arts, to accept.

Song Yuhua smiled and looked stunning. The full moon scimitar on her waist was unsheathed, and a cold light shone, attracting everyone's attention. Song Yuhua was dressed in gorgeous clothes and robes. She was graceful and noble, with a gentle and noble temperament. Her expression was cold and quiet, and her eyes were round. The cold moon rises and hangs high in the starry sky. He takes a step forward gently. He holds the scimitar in his flawless hand and points it to his mouth. He says with a sad expression on his pretty face and a cold voice.

"I've heard for a long time that the moon in the young commander's well is bright and bright. Today Song Yuhua is here to learn from me!"

Since Kou Zhong became famous, he has been called Young Marshal among the martial arts people, which means that he is a young talent and is good at the art of war, which is quite appropriate.

Kou Zhong looked at Song Yuhua, who was extremely elegant, graceful and gentle, with his eyebrows furrowed and a somewhat condescending attitude on his face, and he said softly.

"Miss Song, I don't want to hurt you!"

"You are no match for me, you'd better retreat!"

Kou Zhong said this very kindly. He had already entered the realm of Grand Master and had few rivals in the world. Song Yuhua, a delicate young lady, was not taken seriously by him.

When Song Yuhua heard the words, he raised his beautiful eyebrows, narrowed his red phoenix eyes slightly, the cold light was strong, the momentum around him suddenly exploded, the air waves rolled and exploded, thunderous sounds sounded, and a cold and heroic voice sounded, extremely cold, without waiting for a trace of warmth , spread to everyone's ears, making people shiver and feel cold in their hearts.

"Even the dazzling heavenly sword cannot be said to be better than the full-moon scimitar in my hand. You, a traitor, dare to speak arrogantly and look down upon the scimitar in my hand!"

Before he finished speaking, the full-moon scimitar in Song Yuhua's hand turned into a bright moon, shining with cold light, cold and quiet, across the void, cutting open the air, and slashed hard at Kou Zhong's throat. cut.

Kou Zhong's face changed drastically, and an extremely dangerous feeling arose in his mind. He quickly grasped Jing Zhongyue at his waist with his right hand. With a clear cry of "Zheng!", a cold light suddenly appeared. Jing Zhongyue unsheathed and slashed towards The cold moon was extremely swift, like lightning, streaking through the void.

"Ding!"

The Full Moon Scimitar and Jing Zhongyue collided together. Sparks shot out in all directions, extremely bright, like gorgeous fireworks blooming. The two were separated at the touch, and passed each other. At the same time, they swung a knife backwards. The sword was fierce and fierce. The light condensed and collided together again. The air was exploded and the roar was endless. It merged with the sounds of Hou Xibai and Li Yuanba who were fighting against each other not far away. The harmony of everyone was irrespective of each other.

Song Yuhua's mind entered the realm of the galaxy, which was bright and gorgeous, but as cold and quiet as the cold moon, unmoving in the heart. The full-moon scimitar in his hand had extremely exquisite moves, endless changes, and was very mysterious. The sword energy was condensed and sharp, and the sword was bright. Pure and bright, Song Yuhua's Galaxy Sword Technique is the most brilliant and amazing sword technique in the world. It is brilliant and gorgeous. Song Yuhua's people are unparalleled in elegance and talent. People and swords compete for glory. It is definitely the most beautiful scene in the world. Everyone is drunk.

Kou Zhong did not hesitate to give in, his mind entered the realm of the moon in the well, his heart was like a dry well, his body was like a mirror, observing the surrounding sky, his mind moved with his spirit, his body moved with him, his hand moved with him, his sword followed his hand, the three talents of spirit, energy and spirit were unified. It's perfect, the moves are exquisite, and the sword's meaning is profound.

Song Yuhua and Kou Zhong were entangled together, surrounded by the bright sword light. Under this gorgeous and charming scene, there was endless danger. If they were not careful, they would be killed by the sword light.

When Song Que saw that his daughter Song Yuhua had taken action, he no longer hesitated in his heart. A bright light burst out from his eyes. His fighting spirit rose up and shot straight into the sky. The extremely sharp edge opened the white clouds in the sky and split them into two. An extremely rare sight.

"Today is the time to settle the grudge between us!"

Song Que stepped on his foot and slashed out with the thick-backed sword. The moves were wide open and closed, powerful and ferocious, domineering and wanton. His black hair was flying, the sword was bright, the clouds were magnificent, the tragedy was generous, and the man and the sword merged into one. , move forward inexorably, and never retreat.

Ning Daoqi withdrew his shocked gaze from Song Yuhua, and calmed down. A sense of Taoism and Zen appeared in his hands. He used the eight blows of Sanshou, Ning Daoqi's favorite martial arts. He did whatever he wanted with no rules, such as Unbridled and unconstrained, without any restrictions.

Ning Daoqi's Sanshou Bapu does not really have only eight moves. Like Song Que's Nine Heavenly Swords, it is a general term, but the way is simple, starting from one and ending with nine. Although there are endless variations in Sanshou Bapu, in the final analysis, there are still no eight essential meanings.

Song Que's sword-swinging movements fit a certain mystery of heaven and earth, and are integrated with the body that always hides a deeper level. It is full of the flavor of being constant yet ever-changing, with no gaps to be found, and even more so. People feel that his casual sword blow will shock the world and make the ghosts and gods cry. There is no beginning and no end. The path of the sword has reached the unpredictable level of ghosts and gods.

"Keng"!

The blade of the sword made a clanking sound, and the chilling air filled the city of Chang'an, arousing the evil aura on the battlefield. Resonating with it, it added more murderous intent. The white clouds in the blue sky couldn't bear the cold murderous intent, and were shattered by the evil aura. The sky sword cut through the void, the sword's light flashed, all the life and death energy of the world was concentrated on the blade, and the stars and moon in the sky were immediately eclipsed. This feeling is so strange and strange that it is difficult to explain and cannot be described. The heavenly sword pierced through the air, crossed two feet of space, and hit Ning Daoqi directly.

The Heavenly Sword didn't bring any breaking news, and it didn't feel the slightest bit of sword energy, but it shrouded the sky and the earth, leaving Ning Daoqi with no other choice but to fight his way out. This was Song Que's true skill.

At the same time as the Heavenly Sword was attacking, Ning Daoqi rushed forward, seemingly rushing but not rushing, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, but the speed was mysterious and unpredictable. It could give people a splitting headache, but it was also cool and beautiful. Suddenly Ning Daoqi jumped into the air and pounced downwards.

"Peng"!

Ning Daoqi's robe sleeves were bulging and arched, blocking Song Que's sword that snatched away the creation of heaven and earth. Ning Daoqi took advantage of the force and flew up, moving across half a foot of space in an instant, and suddenly stood back to back about ten feet behind Song Que.

Song Que's majestic body reappeared in front of everyone's eyes. The heavenly sword seemed to come alive, searching for the opponent with its own spiritual awareness, bypassing a big curve full of beautiful lines and in line with the principles of heaven and earth, and stabbed Ning Daoqi's back vest, and he The body is completely driven by the knife, which is natural and smooth, and like a bird flying and a fish swimming, flawless and wonderful.

Unexpectedly, Ning Daoqi did not look back. He pressed his right hand on his chest, brushed his left hand back, and stretched out his hand from the sleeve of his robe. His palm changed to grasping, and his grasping changed to fingers. Finally, he used his thumb to press the straight hand that was coming from the sky. The tip of the blade changes so exquisitely that you can judge the position of the blade purely by feeling, which is breathtaking. The fingers and knives clashed, making a sound of "waves" of energy clashing. The strong wind swept wildly from the point of collision, and the sound was astonishing.

The power of Song Que's sword changed, wrapping tightly around his body, and there was a golden light flowing around, making it impossible to grasp the position of the heavenly sword at the next moment. When Song Que seemed to be advancing but not advancing, and seemed to be retreating but not retreating, Ning Daoqi came up to Song Que's head and feet, fell down like a nail, and crashed into the light of Song Que's sword. He actually hit Song Que's head with his head, a pair of A strategy of dying with the enemy.

Everyone watching the battle had never thought of such a strange move, but they felt that this change was the only life-saving move to deal with Song Que's impeccable sword skills.

Song Que's sword light dispersed, and he quickly struck the Tianling point on Ning Daoqi's head with his left hand. Ning Daoqi stabbed from the side with both hands and hit Song Que's palm at the same time.

"puff"!

Song Que spun like a windmill, eliminating Ning Daoqi's all-conquering aura. Ning Daoqi rolled over and returned to his original position. He placed his hands horizontally and gathered his fingertips together, like a bird pecking at the ground. He calmly faced Song Que and looked at him. The pointed blade returned to a confrontation.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Daoqi performed three of the eight Sanshou moves, which were brilliant and stunning.

Song Que's Heavenly Sword regards the lawless as having law and the law as lawlessness. In the ever-changing world, it seeks its constancy. Sometimes it is like a dragon flying in the nine heavens, sometimes like a snake burrowing deep into the ground. It has no reputation, no damage, and is not stuck in things. , after getting the sword but forgetting the sword, you can live as long as heaven and earth, forget both things and myself, and be free and at ease.

The essence of Ning Daoqi's Sanshou Bapu lies in the word "empty", which can bring vitality to life, so the emptiness is infinite, and purity leads to emptiness, then this emptiness is reality. Although there are hundreds of different states between virtuality and reality, it is nothing but the way of nature, and it is mysterious and mysterious. , no big or small.

Under the city of Chang'an, two pairs were fighting and competing, and they were divided into three groups. Only Shi Zhixuan and Xu Ziling were left standing quietly, facing each other, with momentum rising around them, and strange mental fluctuations. Different from the others, the two of them competed with each other in terms of spiritual power.

Xu Ziling practiced many magic arts, including the Taoist book "Secret of Immortality", Fu Cailin's "Nine Mysteries", Master Zhenyan's "Nine-Character Mantra Mudra", and Hou Xibai's "Secret Book of Wisdom". He has profound cultivation and spiritual realm. He is so tall that he naturally has a soft spot for mental competitions.

Shi Zhixuan is not weak at all. He has mastered the unique skills of both the Huajian School and the Butian Pavilion. He once sneaked into Buddhism, secretly learned the essence of Zen and Sanlunzong's martial arts, and created the "Immortal Seal". After receiving the Evil Emperor's relics as a gift from Hou Xibai, he also obtained the "Dao Xin Demon Planting Technique" specially left by Hou Xibai. His spirit was perfect, and he was naturally happy to compete with Xu Ziling in spiritual cultivation.

In the deepest part of Xu Ziling's soul, a mysterious secret door was half-opened. Endless wisdom rushed out from it, igniting wisdom and turning into a lamp of wisdom, illuminating the dark spiritual space. The light was bright and endless. . The powerful spiritual power turned into all kinds of weapons in the world. They were densely packed and spread all over the void. They moved according to some mysterious traces and formed a shocking formation, covering Shi Zhixuan's spirit.

Shi Zhixuan didn't know where he got the inspiration. His mind was divided into two, one light and one dark, like a split personality. It really makes people wonder whether his mental illness has not been cured at all. The light mind is full of darkness, and the dark mind is full of darkness. , full of light aura, these two minds and the dark and light aura formed a Yin and Yang array, the two minds are the Yin and Yang Pisces, light and darkness are mutually reinforcing each other, Yin and Yang transform into each other, rising across the sky, rushing towards Xu Ziling's Ten Thousand Blades Big array.