final catastrophe

Chapter 170 121. The scenery is infinite
This man, since he entered the arena, has shown others with an invincible posture. At this time, he is stepping slowly, like the wind, as fast as an ant, as fast as he is slow, but it is unpredictable to Meng Aiwan. In front of Yan Kezhou.

The two are fighting together. As legends of the same era, the two are not familiar with each other.

It's just that Meng Aiwan is in his later years, and his strength cannot be inexhaustible like Yan Kezhou's.

Although the defeat has not yet happened, it will not be long.

Xia Ji dashed forward, swung his sword, and was astounded like a rainbow. In an instant, he was involved in the battle between the two legends.

That Yan Kezhou only felt an evil spirit approaching him, which made him unable to seal the silence, so he could only block with his sword.

when!
A crisp sound.

He was startled, and looked at the blade again, only to find that half a crack had appeared on the blade.

However, his mood didn't last long.

He didn't have time to think about it.

Relying on instinct, he began to resist the attack like a storm.

As a school of swords, Yan Kezhou is No. 1 in Fengjiliu, and his swordsmanship is extremely powerful, which can be described as superb.

Fighting against people often only requires one move.

But at this time, he was actually being forced to defend, carefully resisting,

The momentum was completely crushed.

When the two armies are at war, if the momentum is like a rainbow, you will win.

When soldiers reach the peak, their minds will transform into forms, and when fighting each other, the strong will win!
when!
With the power of a sword, Yan Kezhou jumped backwards, immersed himself in the state of mind extremely quickly, and posed in the big arc moon pose.

Everything has its movement and its immobility.

If you strike first, you will show your appearance, and if you strike later, you will control others.

His opponent has changed.

It was no longer Meng Aiwan.

But for some reason, he had a stronger expectation, like a good sword, looking forward to the confrontation with another good sword.

Regardless of position!

Therefore, Yan Kezhou breathed a deep sigh of relief, his eyes were clear and bright, almost forgetting things and me, and the sword and man became one.

"Please enlighten me."

His whole body seemed to disappear from the air, his breath was faintly present, like a snake hiding under the calmness, it could move and come out at any time.

As if waiting for the enemy to move first, his fangs would bite towards the enemy's throat faster, and then bite him to death, dragging him into hell.

Two strands of long hair fluttered in the wind.

In the dark light of the fire, he appeared like a prodigal son.

But everyone has a strange feeling, that is, this legend of joining the underworld, becoming younger and gaining more power seems to be a challenge.

Compared to Xia Ji, he seems to be a swordsman just getting started.

After posing, he was meticulous, as if he was being tested by the master.

But Xia Ji smiled boldly and said, "For you."

You said please enlighten me

I will give it to you.

This can be described as extremely arrogant.

After all, this man is the well-deserved strongest of the Sword School, and he once tied with Longzang No.1 Meng Aiwan, and now he puts on the strongest attacking gesture, ready to fight.

Who in the world dares to give him instruction?

But Xia Ji said it.

As soon as the words fell, his knife was already cut out.

All of a sudden, the sky was full of light, and a strong wind blew up.

Man is the wind, the knife is the light.

Yan Kezhou's pupils constricted suddenly, and with a single thought, he also handed out the sword.

It's like being drunk and under the willows in the brothel, singing, flute, red gauze curtains, all the hustle and bustle just started, they were torn apart by this sword.

The more prosperous, the more lonely.

Until lonely to cruel.

Then the sword came out, and it became empty in a blink of an eye.

This is his sword intent, and it is also a sword technique that can break through all illusions, all prosperity, and all moves.

The skills he learned from the mysterious inscription on Jian Yi, coupled with the sword intent he realized.

This sword.

A collection of lifelong learning.

handed out.

Never regret it again!

Swords, lights, and swords overlapped each other, and the instant blow was like detonating a shower of rain.

Immediately afterwards, there were endless collisions and screams.

The two people's figures are staggered, and outsiders can no longer see it.

But Meng Aiwan could see it.

The more I saw it, the more frightened I became.

Suddenly, his brows twitched, his Taoist uniform fluttered, and he said anxiously: "Junior brother, don't kill him!!"

For one thing, this Yan Kezhou was also a person of righteousness before, and the two of them had some connections.

Second, it doesn't matter if this ghost pawn of the underworld has killed a few people, but this Yan Kezhou is obviously much more important. If he dies, wouldn't he have made an unexplainable enmity with this mysterious and powerful force?
"what?"

Xia Ji stopped the saber.

The tip of the knife is bleeding, drops like tears, until the last drop falls on the cold cheek.

And that Yan Kezhou had already knelt down in front of him, the sword in his hand had been broken inch by inch, and there was a bloodstain on his throat that could not be healed.

His young face was pained and contorted.

He tried his best to calm down, but it was difficult to calm down.

"Everywhere is also Tao..." He couldn't help but cover the increasing amount of blood in his throat with both hands, and questioned with a piercing voice.

He was asking "this knife".

He wanted to know the answer.

Wondering what it was that killed him before he would fall.

Xia Ji said indifferently: "Lonely and prosperous turn your head to nothing, but the world is there, after all, the scenery is infinitely beautiful. You are not wronged to lose.

This style was unknown in the past, but since you want to ask for a name, it is called 'The scenery is infinitely beautiful'. "

Man is wind, knife is light.

What a beautiful scenery!

But Yan Kezhou's eyes were still not calm, as if he was unwilling, but he clenched his hands tightly, tightly covering the blood flow that could no longer be blocked, gushing out from his throat.
He's cold, like every time he wakes up with a hangover.

"Cuckoo."

His whole body trembled, his expression changed a few times, but in the end he still couldn't calm down, but looked at the boy in front of him resentfully with the fear that all mortals had.

Then his lips grinned, "Ni's Jiejie, invite someone, soon. Goo. Very."

He seemed to have finished his proclamation of revenge, but he could no longer support himself and fell heavily to the ground.

Xia Ji understood what he said.

Yin Cao should have also shot Xia Tian and Ren Qingying.

On the other side, Meng Aiwan sighed lightly, but didn't know what to say.

The young face that fell to the ground soon became old. Countless wrinkles densely climbed up his cheeks and skin, like withered vines and old trees, while the white hair was three thousand, but it was reflected in the mirror but no longer gray.

The rest is just sadness.

With the helplessness of the years.

Meng Aiwan looked at the gray hair on her temples, and said suddenly: "He has saved many people before."

Xia Ji remained silent, the blood from the tip of his knife had already dripped away.

"His choice is also understandable."

"Is it understandable?" Xia Ji suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked back.

Meng Aiwan was stunned, looking at the loess, the former colleague of the righteous way, his figure had gradually shriveled and became ugly.

It seems that the person who fell to the ground is tomorrow's him.

Xia Ji suddenly said in a low voice: "Everyone has a mind of self-care, let alone life and death?"

Meng Aiwan's heart suddenly stabbed.

He quickly heard the implication of this little junior brother.

He asked back first.

indicated that he disagreed.

Then it is understanding, to show that he supports the idea that he does not agree with.

But is this thought his own?
Because he is his senior brother and the person who brought him out of Xiangyang, so he supports him?

It's subtle.

After repeated fights, and the white-haired man giving away the black-haired man, the aged Meng Zhenren was already a little tired.

Then
Do you really care about "life and death"?

If you don't care, why bother to say "his choice is understandable"?
If you don't care, why do you think of yourself when you look at the gray-haired figure lying on the ground?

(End of this chapter)