Hsu Fengnian raised his head to look at the old man.
Wang Xianzhi was far from dead, he did not have a resentful expression, he just quietly lowered his head to look at the young man.
It was as if the whole world was stagnant.
Wang Xianzhi finally closed his eyes, the scattered qi condensed into another Wang Xianzhi and floated to the ground.
Along with the wind, he flew past the old man's illusory figure.
Hsu Fengnian calmly said, "You win."
Two pillars of heaven covered with ancient golden seal characters slowly hung down in the west.
Obviously, this Wang Xianzhi who was scattered but his spirit gathered, although he no longer had the strength to kill Hsu Fengnian, but the gate of heaven was already open, he could still leave if he wanted to. When Wang Xianzhi passed through the gate of heaven and looked down on the world with the posture of an immortal, with the old man's unruly behavior, how would Hsu Fengnian, who had nowhere to hide, live?
Wang Xianzhi did not pay attention to Hsu Fengnian, as well as the two uninvited guests that appeared in the corner of his eyes. A man stopped his horse, but raised his hand to retrieve the spear. The other androgynous handsome young man retrieved the embroidered winter spring thunder double blades. The old man walked towards the gate of heaven, but did not step through it. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back, smiled and said, "There is no meaning."
Wang Xianzhi turned around, looked to the east, and said in a low voice, "Jiang Fuding, fight the tide for ten years."
The old man then shifted his gaze to the north, indifferently said, "Yu Groom, you go to the ice fields of the extreme north."
Finally, Wang Xianzhi stared at the young shepherd who stumbled a mile away, smiled and said, "I have some fate with this Old Man."
The swordsman of Martial Emperor City, Lou Huang, was a step late, tightly gripping the hilt of the Bodhisattva Barbarian Sword, his eyes bloodshot.
Lou Huang took off the scabbard, knelt on the ground, inserted the ancient sword into the ground beside him, kowtowed heavily, choking with sobs, "Disciple Lou Huang respectfully sends off master."
Wang Xianzhi finally looked at this disciple, ordered, "Wait for master's soul to disperse, you don't need to take revenge, just bury master's bones at the top of Kunlun mountain."
Lou Huang buried his face in the rough sand and didn't make a sound.
Wang Xianzhi didn't care about this disciple's stubbornness. She turned her head and looked at the young king who seemed to have suddenly gained wealth and lost all his family assets. She revealed a knowing smile for the first time and said, "It is said that there is no second place in martial arts. You finally won against This Old Man, but there is no first place. This Old Man feels a little unworthy for you."
Hsu Fengnian replied, "I still have some skills left that can support me on a trip to Mount Longhu. These few years of practicing martial arts can be considered as drawing water with a bamboo basket. In the future, our enemies should meet in court and on the battlefield. "
Wang Xianzhi nodded and said, "A person who defeated This Old Man should have this kind of bearing."
When Lou Huang was at the edge of the battlefield, Huang Sanjia and Miss Hehe also came over.
After scheming against Xu Fengnian and Wang Xianzhi, Huang Longshi did not have a complacent expression. The elder held the little girl's hand, and said to Wang Xianzhi with a sneer: "You can't stop the Son of Heaven's anger from killing a million people, so you want to do everything you can to let the later generation have a chance to fight against the former. But you don't know that everyone has their own life, it's not your turn to blindly control this.
Heart. In the future, there will be no difference between generals and generals. The emperor's throne will take turns. Not to mention ordinary scholars, even peddlers and soldiers can sit and enjoy. The less immortals there are in Jianghu, the more chivalrous the spirit is. Wang Xianzhi, what's wrong with the Jianghu having less immortals flying around? There will be chivalrous people supporting Jianghu. There will be no ascension.
But the Jianghu's origin isn't in the sky, so naturally it won't die. "
Wang Xianzhi smiled and said, "Good."
Wang Xianzhi looked around and retracted her gaze, murmuring, "If so, then This Old Man won't stay in Jianghu in vain."
Wang Xianzhi lightly shouted.
Her soul split into three and turned into a rainbow and left.
The magnificent Divine Gate gradually dissipated.
Wang Xianzhi didn't ascend, reincarnate, or live an ignoble life, but generously gave three opportunities to the Jianghu in the future.
One went to the faraway Eastern Sea Martial Emperor City, one went to the faraway Grand Peace City, and the last one went to the nearby shepherd child.
Lou Huang abandoned his long sword and walked empty-handed to his master's corpse on the ground. He gently carried it on his back and walked further and further north.
Huang Longshi held his daughter's hand and walked towards the east. "There's a beginning and an end. After This Old Man dies, remember to find This Old Man's daughter and take good care of her. "
Bai Hu 'er wore the embroidered Winter Spring Thunder, walked to Hsu Fengnian and asked, "You're going to Mount Longhu?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded and asked, "Then what about you?"
Bai Hu 'er smiled and said, "I don't have the habit of owing debts. Since you killed Wang Xianzhi for me, then I'll try to kill Tuoba Bodhisattva."
Hsu Fengnian whispered, "Don't die."
Bai Hu 'er smiled and dismissed it.
Hsu Fengnian said to Xu Yanbing, "Uncle Xu, please bring that child back. I plan to take him as my disciple. "
Xu Yanbing nodded and rode north with his spear. He found the skinny shepherd boy who fainted on the ground because he couldn't bear the burden.
— —
Mount Longhu. A middle-aged Taoist was fishing by the deep pool. The purple bamboo fishing rod had no hook or bait.
A green leaf was floating in front of him.
The Taoist Zhao Huangchao occasionally stared at the wandering veins in the leaf and occasionally raised his hand to calculate the fate. At first, it was mostly within the framework. Zhao Huangchao's expression was relaxed. The veins in the leaf turned bright and dark a few times. The Taoist who cultivated in seclusion frowned but didn't turn pale.
Until the leaf turned yellow in an instant and was cut off along one of the veins.
Zhao Huangchao was speechless. He looked at the two pieces of the leaf floating on the deep green pool. His face was pale.
Zhao Huangchao suddenly raised his head and looked towards the northwest. He said angrily, "Old man Wang is useless!"
A red rainbow smashed into the deep pool.
Zhao Huangchao decisively threw away the fishing rod and rushed up the mountain. He wanted to climb over the mountain and rush north. He wanted to rush to the Earth Lung Mountain where he had raised an evil dragon in the number one paradise of Taoism.
The "guest from afar" knocked away most of the water in the bottomless pool. It was as if a huge green lotus had bloomed in Mount Longhu.
Zhao Huangchao stepped on the canopy of the towering ancient trees as if he was walking on flat ground. His body leaned forward and his Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.
The Great Taoist Master rode the wind.
However, a cold killing intent enveloped his back. Knowing that things were not going well, Zhao Huangchao made a gesture with his fingers and was about to recite the word "formation" that would turn out to be a prophecy when one of his legs was grabbed by the monster behind him whose face he had yet to see clearly!
The visitor from Mount Longhu sneered, "Go back!"
In the end, Zhao Huangchao's body was lifted high and then thrown into the deep pool where the water was rippling.
The Taoist priest didn't have time to dissipate the force. His back crashed into the water.
The visitor was determined to beat him up. He landed in the pool almost at the same time as Zhao Huangchao. He appeared beside the Taoist priest and pressed the Taoist priest's head down with his five fingers like hooks.
One standing and one lying down, they broke through the water and fell into the pool together.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Huangchao's head and back crashed into a bluestone that suddenly appeared at the bottom of the pool.
The bluestone instantly shattered!
The person raised his arm slightly and still grabbed the Taoist priest's head. He then slammed it into the stone wall on the side of the deep pool.
Zhao Huangchao seemed to have been nailed into the stone wall.
The person was still unwilling to give up. His five fingers retracted and then pushed again. This repeated repeatedly. The Taoist priest's head crashed into the stone wall again and again like a bell.
No less than a hundred dull and terrifying sounds of the bell rang in Mount Longhu.
The entire pool of water boiled and then turned into a cloud of white mist.
The truth came to light. The pool was empty.
The Taoist priest Zhao Huangchao's skull and spine were shattered. He couldn't say a word from the beginning to the end. He was dead.
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