The Spirit World

Chapter 396: Tianxia Yixin
[Three hours ago——Wenti County]

The darkness of the sky made everything covered with a gray veil, as if all the countless creatures here were rushing to a funeral set up by heaven and earth. All the light, everything, seemed to be silently moving away.

"Actually, if we really fight, it's still difficult for my old bones to fight with young people..." Longxu Gong has been staring at the enemy in front of him. Although he already knows his purpose, he still can't help sighing.

The spiritual energy surrounding his whole body gave him enough aura to prevent the enemy from approaching casually. Perhaps every attempt of his to attack would bring him death.

This was not a duel of life or death; that was too easy, like a child's play. Now, both people present knew very well that no matter who it was, only one person could survive.

"Of course, if you want to fight...then let's fight!" Longxu Gong shouted softly, and his originally skinny arms suddenly swelled up. It was a transformation from old to new. The visible power surged, making his back swell instantly. He tilted his head, and his quickly growing bones creaked. He clenched his fists, and then opened them. A strong claw was like blood flowing. He stepped on the ground with his right foot, and circled his legs, withered leaves flying. He moved his left leg lightly, and gravel flew.

Longxugong lowered his posture and his muscles and bones were shaking. The air waves rolled over his body, and he was surrounded by thunder, and suddenly there was a crackling sound.

The world in all directions seemed to be drawn by thunder, dark and boundless, full of golden scales that seemed to be about to bloom and the sun would never rise! Dark clouds pressed down on the city and threatened to destroy it!
Looking at the enemy again, the swordsman named Yikong was also alert and in a fighting posture. He stood in a horse stance, lowered his head to the side, and glanced at Longxu Gong with his eyes focused and concentrated. The sword was on his left waist, always close to his back. He only needed to pull it out quickly and kill the person.

The gusts of wind turned into wind, blowing his messy hair apart, like a black snake dancing in the air. There was a striking red spot on the black snake's body. It was a very ordinary little flower. Of course, there was no room for it to survive in Wenti County. But this little flower was indeed floating in his hair. It must have been secretly tied in his hair by that little girl.

Even so, the weathered look of his bronze skin and the long groove-like scar made his posture even more cautious. His sturdy hands covered with tiny scars tightly grasped the blade called [Ryukiri].

The scabbard is pitch black, and the pattern on the edge is a blue dragon coiled around its body, with eyes as big as candles and blazing with anger. The hilt is embellished with jade carvings and tassels like floating red silk clouds. It is obviously the work of a great Chinese craftsman, and it is even very old.

Yilong's thumb was against the hilt of the sword, and the momentum ready to go was unstoppable. Long Qie was only slightly exposed to the light of day when golden light burst out of the scabbard, unstoppable!
"ea——oh——..." Yilong's voice was low, and the response was distorted, like the vibration of a heavy breath coming from his throat.

"Green Dragon Art: Heavenly Thunder Attraction!" Longxu Gong shouted loudly, and all the muscles in his body were tightened and gathered strength. Thunder and lightning really surrounded his whole body in layers, and his six whiskers were like six terrifying lightning whips that crackled.

"Takiten: Flash!"

As soon as Yikong spoke, a strong wind rose! The clouds were swept away! With a flick of his thumb, a dragon cut through the air like a sword! In a flash, it appeared -

It's too late to say, then soon!
The two of them ran violently in the flying mud, like a thunderous explosion! With every step, the rocks flew away, and the sand rose up and rushed into the sky!
[Ding——]

collision!

It was a violent collision between the dragon claw and the golden blade!

[Ding——]

collision!

It's a thrilling showdown between Ryukiri and his prey!

[Sizzle—sizzle—]

That was the sound of dragon claws and dragon cuts!

【Ding! 】

Strike with fierce claws! Block with horizontal sword!
【Ding! 】

Go in search of the knife, and the thunder will strike through!
【Ding! 】

Above the sky, dark clouds were mottled, lightning flashed and struck down fiercely, making Long Qi tremble. Yilong jumped and dodged, rolled on the ground, dodged the lightning, stood up, and slashed with his ring knife!

Not a two-handed sword! Better than a two-handed sword!
One chop!
Second cut!

Three cuts!

Longxugong held his arms to resist the continuous blows, and the blue dragon scales on his arms were peeled off by the swords! Blue blood flew like snowflakes, and the white that fell from the sky to the earth was stained by the blue blood, and water vapor was rampant, and white smoke was billowing!
"Ahhh!!!" Longxugong dodged in an instant and kicked out, hitting Yikong in the lower abdomen. Yikong felt a sharp pain and vomited blood. At that moment, the sharp claws came from the left to take his life, and it only took a moment! Yikong gritted his teeth and retracted his arms to block it!

【Ding! 】

The roar of the sword shook the snow waves in all directions! With Yikong as the origin, the air wave tore Yikong's long hair like a tidal wave, like a winding giant claw grabbing Yikong's face, three clear claw marks with flesh and blood flying from far to near!
Yikong's eyes widened as he stared at the owner of the claw. Longxugong's bright red eyes made the wrinkles on his face suddenly disappear. The lightning passed through, causing Yikong's hand to suddenly relax.

There was no time to think about that moment!

【Whirl——】

Yikong used all his strength to rotate the blade. Long Qie turned quickly, like a rotating blade, cutting the tip of the claw, making a violent sound.

Longxu Gong was shocked and abruptly withdrew his hand. At that moment, Yikong suddenly stepped on the ground to get away and distanced himself from Longxu Gong!

And the place where they had fought had already been flat and smooth!
And just at that place, a deep pit, as if torn by the wind, all the blades turned to one side! From far to near, it was peeling off horizontally layer by layer. Yikong continued to jump, because the man named Longxu Gong had stepped on the ground and jumped continuously in the air, like a flying arrow, rushing straight towards him!

Those burning dragon eyes!
Emitting an intense red light!
Burning!

【Ding! 】

Yikong stood still suddenly, and while catching the dragon's attack, he used the force to throw it away! It was like a small force moving a large object! He threw Longxu Gong straight out from the front!
Attack of the ancient dragon!
Every move is fatal!

There is no slackness at all!

Yikong twisted the blade of Longqie and slashed it down fiercely in counterattack. If this blow hit, relying on the sharpness of Longqie, it would surely break the arms and shoulders of this terrible opponent!

But who knew! The green dragon scales seemed to sense the danger, and instantly closed tightly with a buzzing sound!

【Ding--】

The dragon made a humming sound in an instant! Tears of blood flowed from Yikong's eyes!
Wow!
Blue blood splashed on Yikong's face like a waterfall. The hot blood suddenly made Yikong stunned. He obviously didn't expect that Long Qie would have his own consciousness after meeting the real ancient dragon!

This is absolutely true! The desire for dragon blood!
【ang! 】

Longxu Gong roared wildly and dazedly!

The arm was not severed, but it was enough to cut through the ancient dragon's scales, cut out the ancient dragon's flesh, and cut into the ancient dragon's powerful bones!
With a snap! Longxugong slapped Yikong on the neck. Yikong was knocked flying because of his momentary daze. With a splash, blood spurted out and he crashed into a dead tree in the distance. The ancient sword named Longqie flew in the sky, creating a spinning sword flower. In the dim sky, there was an incomparably dazzling golden light.

"Ke..." Longxu Gong slowed down a little and grabbed his arm, which was already covered with white bones.

His strong body just now seemed to have become much smaller all of a sudden. He looked like a little old man, and his hunched back seemed to bend down.

"A gentleman's revenge...is never too late..." Mr. Longxu shook his head and let out a deep breath.

"On days like that...I think about this all the time..."

He looked at the man who had tried to get up. The man couldn't stop bleeding... He still punched the ground hard and stood up unsteadily...

"The dead souls of Peach Blossom Island... will never forget you... They will drag you away! In hell! Wail!" Yikong stood up staggeringly and touched his neck, where blood gushed out along his hand.

"So... that's how it is..." Longxu Gong smiled with some relief. He began to breathe heavily. The aging of the body was ultimately inevitable...

He finally felt that he could remember where this young man who spoke so little came from...

That's a...

A place that everyone dreams of...

The peach tree is young and luxuriant...its flowers are bright and brilliant...

How beautiful...

If she hadn't been there...

Maybe it will continue to be beautiful...

The souls of thousands of dead people...

This sin...

It also requires an old man like me to fight against it.

"You really should go to hell! Mr. Longxu!" Yikong stood still, and Longqi flew into his hand with a clang.

He once again took up his horse stance, ignoring the blood flowing from his neck. There was a tiny white light repairing his body.

He stepped out with his right foot, followed by Hou Yi with his left foot, bowed his head, Long Qie held his hand tightly, he swung out a sword flower and put Long Qie into the sheath.

"ke——he——" A sound that no ordinary person could make came out of Yikong's mouth, as if his throat was broken and a drop of blood was stuck.

Longxugong looked at the sky where snow was still falling. The white snowflakes fell on his outstretched hands. His old dragon claws were covered with wrinkles.

"Time... is so cruel..." he said.

The upcoming battle was about to begin. He watched the white flower of heaven slowly melt away... He could clearly feel the flash of coldness...

"Huh..." He seemed to be relieved, looking at the opponent who was fighting to the death...

[Are some people... born to die? ]

[Your Excellency Longxugong...]

[I wonder why you are on the side of the Principality... those idiots who can only wave a stick...]

[I hope you understand... You are an ancient dragon! You have the right to choose! You are not any of the races we see everywhere! You are an ancient dragon! Wherever you support! There will be strong backing! You can choose! Really! Everyone will give you three points! ]

[Ao Chen... everything is different from what you think... Peach Blossom Island... everyone must be killed... no future troubles can be left...]

[They have unilaterally withdrawn their troops under your pressure... They don't want to offend the Ancient Dragon Clan! It's great to have you! Ao Chen! ]

[Ao Chen...you are still processing documents...really...didn't I give you a few days off? Accompany me...go out and play? Do you want to go? ]

[Ao Chen! Good fellow! Come here! I’ll beat you up until you scream!]

[Ao Chen... I won't live much longer... Are you willing to... accompany me for a walk? Not here... but... outside the Principality... I want to see... the outside world...]

[Ao Chen... cough cough cough... I... cough cough cough... I'm sorry... I can't walk with you... anymore...]

[I am the princess... Hello... Lord Longxu... Is that what I should call you? ]

[Lord Longxu! Long Er hasn't woken up yet? This brat! Really!]

"I can't die yet..." Longxu Gong said softly. He slowly raised his head and looked at the man who was ready to attack.

"I want to...watch her grow up!"

The muscles and bones of Longxugong bulged again, but the broken arm became skinny and shriveled.

"You ea! Must! Die!" Yikong had already concentrated his energy. He lowered his head and slowly closed his eyes. His right hand tightly grasped the hilt of Long Qie's sword, and his left thumb rested on the hilt, just like before, except that Long Qie had sucked the blood of the ancient dragon, and was now glowing with golden light even more crazily.

[This knife can absorb the power of the dragon tribe, making it impossible for them to recover in a short period of time... If you want revenge... you should be able to use it...]

[You said it was an unfair victory? Don't be silly... There are tens of thousands of people on Peach Blossom Island... and he doesn't necessarily show mercy... What? Are you afraid? ]

"ke——he——" A horrible sound came from Yikong's throat.

"Takita!" Yikong's voice rang in Longxugong's mind.

wind!
Howling!

They seemed to be the last sound that had spread throughout the world! Like the sound of a whistle! The mountains thousands of miles away were all shocked! The widows on the lonely boats all cried!

"Blue Dragon Art - Huatian!" Longxu Gong also roared softly! The flames flowed! The flames vibrated throughout Longxu Gong's body, penetrating with the force of thunder, sweeping across the four seas and eight wastelands!

"Chiba! Iai!"

Yikong's voice made the trees around him tremble!

"Uh-ah-"

The cry rose up among the dead leaves, like the eternal wail of a dragon bell, breaking through the sky, and rolling in the dark clouds and raging snow. When it reached the ground, this exquisite wail was suddenly cut into pieces by the angry wail of swords. The sound of dragons' roars, the humming of swords, the sound of snow shattering, the sound of dead leaves bursting, and even the thick sound of blood slowly sliding down the hands, all penetrated the ears, bursting out the blood that had already flowed in the ears.

"Ugh!! Ah!" Yikong roared angrily, the blood in his throat was shaken out by the shout, the blood boiled and dissipated between the blades, the purple light bursting out of his eyes was full of determination to die, the edges of his pupils were cracked, and the bloodshot eyes revealed bloody scars, and those scars continued to run through his whole body unscrupulously.

hum-

Ears - buzzing -

I! Can't! Die!

The darkness in the sky slowly descended——

It’s getting dark…

dark.

It is a synonym for terror...

But... the darkness of the night is not that scary... maybe... it's because the darkness of the night comes too naturally... or even just waiting... the night will come as expected...

But... that's not important anymore...

Nothing matters anymore...

For the dying... there is no need to distinguish between day and night...

In hell...

But there are ghosts...

"Hatred is a shackle."

He looked at the blood on his hands, the thick golden blood was dripping slowly. It was flowing down from his neck. It flowed along his chest, from his neck slowly to his hands. It was sticky and no longer splashed, but flowed out from his neck relentlessly and irrevocably, pulling at his life.

Perhaps, he should be dying now, this is how life is lost...

Will all people die alone like this?

He thought so and looked at the owner of the knife.

If the owner of this knife was with me, would I not be lonely?

It probably doesn't count.

But he is not his friend after all, but the kind of elusive...enemy.

With enemies around me... I can feel at peace with my own death... I wanted to leave this world without any hatred or resentment, but in the end, I still have unpaid karmic debts.

“Death, this is what it feels like.”

He felt as if a huge mountain pressing down on him suddenly collapsed. It was the chaos and hustle and bustle of the world. At this moment, the thousands of thin threads on his body were severed as if they had come to an end.

However, he felt more and more annoyed...

It's like holding your breath and being unable to let it out. It's stuck in your throat and you can't forget it for a long time.

Look again...the owner of the knife.

He had clearly avenged himself, but he didn't feel any joy at all.

Hahahahaha...

Hahahahaha!
He laughed.

His laughter, like a madman, echoed among the mountains, shaking the plants, insects and fish.

"Hey……"

After he finished laughing, he sighed...

With a sigh, the man in front of him put away his long sword. The blade named Longqi was shining with cold light, and the golden blood on it dripped slowly. In this small space, it turned into clear smoke. The sword flowers swayed lightly and then it was put back into the sheath.

"Huh...it's over..."

He said.

But he was obviously unhappy.

"terribly sorry……"

This is the chapter that was dragged on...I have finished writing it...Huh...I have finished writing it...

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Ancient dragons...giant dragons...just make them two different species, but both are relatively rare mythical beasts. They will experience birth, aging, illness and death...just with different life cycles...

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