A stream of light bloomed from Wei Yuan's fingertips, and then gradually dispersed as he chopped with his fingers, and fell to the center of the mountain king's eyebrows. There was a moment of dead silence between heaven and earth. The mountain king's eyes shrank slightly, and then, the white tiger image behind him, which spread for who knows how many miles, had a crack on its forehead.
The crack grew larger and larger, and began to spread at an exaggerated speed.
Finally, under the distracted gaze of everyone, the magnificent and vast white tiger image was chopped in the middle, and then fell to both sides, and suddenly turned into swirling clouds. Wei Yuan saw that the clouds began to dissipate when they fell, until finally they were no different from ordinary clouds, without the previous might.
He could barely control the remaining wind power, and his black eyes looked down at the mountain king.
"This sword will cut off your foundation of the God."
But he himself had also lost the divinity of Wuzhiqi, and the previous manipulation of the magic sword was already the last afterglow. In the light yellow eyes of Shanjun, the anger was suppressed in an instant. Since the God of Heaven was knocked down, without the White Tiger Dharma Image, the previous altar chains could no longer bind him at this moment, and he broke free.
Wei Yuan pressed the mobile phone in his clothes and threw it away.
Raised his hand and made a move.
The eight-sided Han sword fell into Wei Yuan's hand.
Shanjun also had a Han-made war sword in his hand.
Then, he rushed forward to cut off his foundation of the God of Heaven. Wei Yuan controlled the wind power, and the eight-sided Han sword in his palm fell down, colliding with the sword in Shanjun's palm, and whistling. The powerful force made Wei Yuan's palm numb, and he could hardly hold the weapon in his hand, but he still gritted his teeth and supported, and fought again.
Even though the two of them no longer had the skills they had before, they still flew through the air and won the battle in the sea of clouds.
The people below were unable to help.
The fighter plane's weapons had just been almost exhausted, and the two men fighting at this moment were too close, and if they were not careful, they would hurt Wei Yuan. Suddenly, the tiger king ignored himself and stabbed forward. The black sword in his palm was extremely powerful, and it went straight to Wei Yuan's heart.
Wei Yuan turned around to avoid it, and the sword in his palm barely blocked this move, and he did not exchange injuries with the tiger king.
This time, his momentum was inferior.
The tiger king held the sword and attacked in the air, and his moves were domineering and powerful.
Wei Yuan could only defend himself for a while.
The two of them also kept falling from the sky, but they didn't have to worry about falling to their death because they relied on the means of controlling the wind. Wei Yuan blocked a sword again, and the sword energy on the sword's edge tore a hole in his clothes. The sword in his hand counterattacked, and the clothes were blown away by the wind, revealing the jade pendant hanging around his neck.
Jade dragon pendant.
The jade pendant of Emperor Qin, once a token of the elite Yuan of the Black Ice Platform.
......
Just now Wei Yuan used his mobile phone to pass the last message.
Moreover, he naturally wore the jade dragon on his body without any intention.
Shanjun and Wei Yuan fought in the air. In order to avoid being targeted by human weapons, the former was unwilling to leave Wei Yuan too far at this moment. His strength, even if he lost the foundation of the god, was still above Wei Yuan at this moment. As a tiger's instinct, he could feel the murderous intent and hostility, and avoided several attacks in advance.
Wei Yuan felt a murderous intent growing between his eyebrows.
Almost there.
He retreated suddenly, and stopped fighting on his own initiative, leaving the battle. Shanjun followed closely behind.
Unconsciously, he and Wei Yuan exchanged positions, and the swords in their hands blocked each other. Wei Yuan blocked Shanjun's sword with the hilt of his sword. The two began to fight with fists and feet. Suddenly, a very strong hissing and roaring sound came from the horizon.
Shanjun was a tiger, and instinctively judged that he did not find the hostility against him.
So he did not pay attention at first.
And when he reacted, it was too late.
Wei Yuan raised his hand to hold Shanjun, his eyes burning like fire, and a black light rushed from the horizon from Quanshi, with a familiar breath on it. It was the weapon of a brave man since ancient times, and it was the relic of the first person in the military situation, representing the bravery of being on the battlefield and almost undefeated!
His last message was to let Shuigui and Binghun open the box of the Overlord Gun.
Because the hostility was directed at Wei Yuan.
Even the mountain king didn't notice it.
The murderous aura penetrated the sky, as if the distant battlefield had descended again, as if the veteran general who had traveled back and forth had remounted his warhorse, holding a war spear, and then, the illusion dissipated, and the Overlord Spear pierced the mountain king who was blocking Wei Yuan without hesitation, and then pierced Wei Yuan's shoulder.
Zhang Daoling's magic sword intercepted the Overlord Spear at the last moment.
The two spiritual weapons instinctively fought in the air.
Wei Yuan's face was pale.
Blood spurted out of the mountain king's mouth, and the military evil spirit briefly broke the pure spiritual energy of the mountain that he later obtained. He and Wei Yuan glared at each other, and finally kicked each other fiercely, separated in the air, and fell heavily like a stone. Fortunately, this place was not far from the top of a mountain, which saved the two from falling to death together.
......
Wei Yuan and the mountain king both fell heavily to the ground, losing their divinity, exhausting their magic power, and were all seriously injured.
Even his physical strength was constantly draining away with his injuries.
The severe pain distorted Wei Yuan's face, but he did not hesitate, staggered to his feet, and held the eight-sided Han sword tightly. At the same time, the embarrassed Shanjun stood up. The latter had abandoned the tiger's body and was still in human form. The two looked at each other, and then shouted angrily, stepped forward, and slashed the Han swords in their hands.
The two swords kept intersecting, making a clanging sound.
When the distinction between gods and humans is lost, the control of the power of heaven and earth is lost, and the magic power is lost, the last thing that can be used to fight is the courage to draw the sword, the will to never give in, and the most instinctive combat experience, which has nothing to do with good and evil.
The swords crossed, and neither gave in.
Even the physical skills were used.
The teaching of the Yellow Turban Army generals in the Three Kingdoms period at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
And the swordsmanship of the generals of Wang Mang's army in the late Western Han Dynasty.
Both sides were almost evenly matched, exchanging minor injuries for greater advantages. They could not retreat, and would not hesitate to sacrifice themselves. Blood kept spurting out. Shanjun thrust out a sword, but was caught under Wei Yuan's armpit, and Wei Yuan's sword was also tightly grasped by Shanjun's palm. Wei Yuan suddenly lowered his head and hit hard.
There was a sharp pain, and both sides rolled back.
A breath was almost gone.
Wei Yuan was panting rapidly, and his vision was blurred. He looked back and vaguely saw the tallest building in Yingtian Prefecture. He remembered what he said, that what he liked most was a peaceful life. This was the expectation of everyone in this era, but they all knew how their peaceful life came about.
When I need to stand in front, I will not hesitate.
How could I hesitate?
This is my home...
Wei Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth heavily. Behind him was the human world. He staggered to his feet, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand screamed angrily. He spit out a mouthful of blood foam and stepped forward.
"Fuck you!"
The tiger stood up with the earth supported, his eyes still focused on the back of the opponent in front of him. There was the vast sky, the distant sky, the unrestrained, hearty self and future. He raised the sword in his hand without hesitation, holding the sword with both hands.
"Die!"
The two took the last desperate step, stepped forward, turned around suddenly, and drew the sword. The sword path at this moment was surprisingly similar. They all concentrated all their strength and stabbed at the vital heart. The tiger thought of the scene when Wei Yuan retreated to the vital heart when they fought in the sky before, and his will was re-firmed.
In the end, there was no external object, no divinity, and no power.
Even experience and courage were useless. All living beings rely on is will.
Wei Yuan turned his back to the world, and the tiger glared at the sky.
Two swords, one reproduced the legend, and the other cut off the past.
But there was no hesitation, and they were extremely determined. With the sound of footsteps, they pierced each other's hearts without hesitation. In this confrontation, no one showed cowardice or retreat, and it also ushered in a unique and most tragic scene.
Shanjun's body was no longer a soul, and blood was almost flowing from the corners of his mouth like Wei Yuan.
The battle up to this moment was at least hearty.
At this moment, he suddenly found that his sword pierced the opponent's heart, but it overflowed with a clear air, as if the sky was high and condensed into the shape of petals, and Shanjun's eyes shrank slightly.
"Kunlun Immortal Flower..."
Did he dodge before to deliberately mislead?
Did he make such a plan from the beginning?
Wei Yuan held the tiger's sword tightly with his left hand, and with a roar, he used all his strength to break it, and then stepped forward, his left hand was bleeding, and the fragments of the sword in his hand cut through the tiger's throat. Wei Yuan's body also exhausted the last strength, brushed past the tiger, and fell heavily to the ground.
Sweet and refreshing, with a carefree look——
"General!"
I won.