Genius commoner

Chapter 1129
"Do you have the guts to fight me?"

In the struggling coma, Ye Zixuan's mind flashed chaotic visions, Captain Dai, Long Aotian, Baihu, Hong Zhentian, Yuan Yuchuan, Master Xingyun, one after another, changing and wandering, and then there were many indifferent or Pictures of rich colors emerged, these pictures were strange and special, and some scenes were beyond his imagination.

The dream seems to be proving and demonstrating something to him.

In the infinite space, surrounded by wind and dust, Ye Zixuan, who is caught in another picture, can vaguely see the figure of an old man in white walking, walking boldly between the sky and the earth. He is like a life guide, leading Ye Zixuan forward step by step.

Ye Zixuan looked at the bumpy road ahead, then at the towering peaks on the right, and at the unfathomable abyss. He straightened his body and walked towards the old man in white, following the man's footsteps, a picture of A state of life that Ye Zixuan has never imagined, like a huge scroll, unfolds slowly in front of Ye Zixuan's eyes.

Blood and slaughter, tranquility and peace, loneliness and misery, joy and understanding, Ye Zixuan, who is walking forward, feels as if he has another life experience. He follows the old man in white, feeling the majesty and magnificence of life. Ye Zixuan was inexplicably moved by his existence and wonder, but while he was staying, the other party went further and further away.

Ye Zixuan was curious about who the opponent was, shouted and chased after him.

The white-clothed old man in sight walked slowly, but he walked very steadily. The bumpy mountain road did not hinder him in the slightest. Ye Zixuan gradually couldn't follow him. No matter how hard he tried, how fast he walked, the distance between the two He kept at it all the time, and soon, a towering mountain appeared in front of him, and the figure walked towards the top of the mountain.

When Ye Zixuan looked at him again, the figure of that person was already standing on the top of the mountain.

Ye Zixuan gritted his teeth and climbed up, the mountain wind suddenly became fierce, the sky was blue like washing, and the white clouds flew away like birds, but the man's clothes seemed to have turned into white clouds.

The sun was as bright as gold, but it didn't feel hot at all. The old man's eyes were even brighter than the brightest stars in the sky. He smiled at Ye Zixuan. There was endless tranquility in that smile, as well as undisguised expectations. Then, the voice that had echoed in my ears rang out again: "Ye Zixuan, do you dare to fight me?"

On the top of the mountain, the sky is high and the clouds are calm, so the pride is naturally high, not to mention Ye Zixuan never flinches: "I am willing to accompany you."

A knife was nailed into the dirt of Ye Zixuan, and at the same time, a willow branch flashed out from the hand of the old man in white.

"bring it on!"

Seeing that Ye Zixuan was completely fearless, the old man in white nodded in relief. When Ye Zixuan picked up the saber, he also raised the willow branch in his hand.

The willow branch trembled, pointing obliquely at Ye Zixuan's chest.

At this moment, the withered willow branches suddenly became alive and revealed new buds. The old man in white seemed to become young and radiant at this moment, and there seemed to be cold stars flickering in his half-closed eyes. The body is also straight like a pine tree, the vicissitudes of the face are gradually plump, and the old and dry blood begins to flow again.

Life is so wonderful that no one can explain his miraculous changes!
This change is like a prisoner who is about to be executed when he hears the amnesty for the world, a woman who has been infatuated for ten years sees her long-lost lover, her whole body glows with a different kind of spirit, vigorous and bright, and the old man in white becomes more energetic, but Ye Zixuan seems to be... Gradually shrinking, the more the radiance of the old man in white increases, the more Ye Zixuan's aura will shrink.

An invisible huge pressure pressed on Ye Zixuan like a mountain of water, with a plop, the soil under Ye Zixuan's feet was crushed, exposing several small stones.

Ye Zixuan was under tremendous pressure, pressure from the powerful in the world.

But to the approval of the old man in white, Ye Zixuan's expression still seemed calm.

Although he didn't fight back and resist, he didn't back down either.

One prosperity and one decline, the strength gap is clearly visible.

But Ye Zixuan just gritted his teeth and didn't move, the old man in white just looked at him, and the willow branch in his hand became more and more vibrant for some reason.

The new buds are so extreme that people doubt their authenticity, as if they are connected with the spirit of the old man in white.

Ye Zixuan, who was at a disadvantage and the situation was getting worse, suddenly straightened up, burst out a series of crisp sounds, and rushed out like a cannonball. On the way, the long knife had already attacked like a tide, and he swung seven knives in a row Ye Zixuan did his best to create these seven fierce and tricky knives. The light of the knives reflected the face of the old man in white, and the tip of the knives was in front of him in an instant.

Ye Zixuan's aura is like a rainbow, and the sword is almost united, and the surrounding air is stagnant. At this moment, the old man in white smiled faintly, and with a flick of his wrist, when the willow branch opened Ye Zixuan's saber, he raised his left hand lightly and slapped it out. The left hand that passed through Ye Zixuan hit his chest in defense, Ye Zixuan was still in the air alone, but the person had already been shot flying by him.

Ye Zixuan, who was in mid-air, was in a state of embarrassment, with only a little pain in his chest, but he still had to feel that there were people outside, but he still had no fear, and his fighting spirit became more vigorous. He twisted on the way, trying to stabilize his body and fight back. The old man jumped out suddenly, like a goshawk, and attacked Ye Zixuan in a smooth manner.

Ye Zixuan, who had no time to dodge or make a move, his face changed slightly, he raised his toes, and the crushed mud and rocks flew straight at the imposing white-clothed old man. The stones either hit straight or flew obliquely, in different directions, but they already enveloped the white-clothed old man. The old man, the old man in white, didn't have any waves. He poked a willow branch in his hand, and casually swayed a few arcs like Guanyin.

Dirt, gravel, all scattered.

It's just this gap, Ye Zixuan let out a low shout, and he rushed forward with his sword, unstoppable.

The old man in white was slightly surprised, he could feel the momentum of the saber, so he had to take half a step back to block Ye Zixuan's shocking knife.

With a snapping sound, half of the willow branch was cut off by the saber, but the old man in white didn't panic, and retreated calmly, avoiding the blade.

Ye Zixuan did not give up the opportunity, and rushed forward with a single step. The two bodies collided with each other at a high speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye. The willow branches of the old man in white flickered, like thunder and lightning, with an almost hurricane noise , stabbing at Ye Zixuan continuously, and Ye Zixuan's long sword circled around his body, like a red dragon hovering in the air, his steps seemed to advance and retreat.

"Chichi!"

The sharp sound of saber air sweeping through the sky was no less powerful than the old man in white.

Following the impact of the palms of the two sides, there was a violent sound, and the two were separated again like an electric shock. There was a tear on the clothes of the old man in white, but there was no injury on his face, and Ye Zixuan's collarbone was as far as the eye can see. The clothes on the forearm were scratched, and a long mark appeared, and a large smear of blood flowed from the arm.

No nonsense, the two stepped forward again to charge!

Ye Zixuan rushed forward brandishing his saber: "Kill!"

The old man in white turned his head slightly, and after dodging Ye Zixuan's thunderous knife, he flicked his wrist, and pointed half of the branch straight on the saber.

The sword instantly fell apart and fell to the ground,

"Depend on!"

Ye Zixuan couldn't help exclaiming, the fighting power of this old man in white was astonishing, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop moving. When the saber shattered and fell to the ground, he also felt a strong force coming from the saber, which was unstoppable and shocked. Wounding the long knife, cracking the handle, numb his wrist, hurt his tiger's mouth and joints, and also shook his fighting spirit.

So mighty!

Ye Zixuan's body was continuously hit by willow branches. Although he retreated with all his strength and removed most of his strength, his whole body still felt pain.

Blood was also dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Zixuan didn't need to take off his clothes to know that there must be bruises on his body, this is why he stepped back quickly, otherwise the willow branches would break his ribs one by one.

This guy is so perverted.

It's just that there is an indescribable comfort in the body, the limbs are creaking, and there is a surge of strength.

Ye Zixuan held the handle of the knife and used his strength to back up, but he couldn't get back half of the willow branch of the old man in white.

Ye Zixuan retreated again, he had to retreat, if he took a slow step, his chest would be pierced by a willow branch, but how long can he retreat?

When his feet retreated to the rock on the top of the mountain, where the word Huashan Lunjian was written, the handle of the knife in Ye Zixuan's hand finally blocked the shadowy willow branches. The old man in white lightly pressed his left palm, Ye Zixuan also knew it was time to fight, so he also raised his hand and blasted it out.

This punch is as strong as it is masculine!
There was no loud noise as imagined, nor did each of them fall, or Ye Zixuan fell out with the rock, the palms of the two of them were together, and the body did not shake at all. The palms were weak, and at the same time, I felt the strength of my whole body, and I ran uncontrollably.

Ye Zixuan felt a surge of force from head to toe, like a flood hitting the guardrail and embankment. He wanted to find a vent, and looked at the old man in white who was pressing him tightly with his palm, and pressed against the knife handle. Ye Zixuan let out an angry roar for his own willow branch, directing all the strength in his body, pouring all of it into his left arm facing his palm.

With a loud explosion, Ye Zixuan's clothes on his left arm were all shattered, and the metal arm guard also snapped into pieces.

The old man in white's arms also twisted irregularly, his sleeves were shattered into pieces, and he flew backwards, falling towards the edge of the mountain and into the abyss.

Ye Zixuan's face changed drastically, and he rushed forward with a whoosh, and stretched out his hand to the old man in white: "Old man!"

All the images in Ye Zixuan's mind exploded with this cry, and he also opened his eyes, with panic on his face, like a nightmare.

Cold sweat dripped from Ye Zixuan's forehead, which only shocked Ye Zixuan. The scene just now was not all a dream. In front of him, there was really a land on top of a mountain. The poem is like a song, but the scenery above the head is lofty, the sun is shining, and the white clouds are condensed into flocs, and the postures are varied.

Standing on both sides are Shangguan Long, Song Jincheng, Zhang Zuimo, Ye Huihuang, and Qin Xiyan, while he was holding an old man in white with a peaceful smile.

"Ye Tianlong, you finally woke up."

The old man in white smiled kindly: "Do you know what this awakening means to you?"

Ye Zixuan instinctively asked: "What does it mean?"

Shangguan Long laughed loudly: "The peak of martial arts, there is no rival."

(End of this chapter)