Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

The rumbling movement went straight north in the vast mountain forest, startling countless birds.

Yan Shijun fled in front.

Yang Ge chased behind.

Those who escaped lost half their lives and were out of breath.

The one who was chasing him was still walking around the courtyard without even taking a breath.

In fact, if Yang Ge was really determined to catch up and chop Yan Shijun with a knife, he could actually catch up with him.

Although he is not as familiar with this mountain forest as Yan Shijun, those who fly in the sky are always faster than those who run on the ground...

Yan Shijun's blazing aura, which was as strong as fire cooking oil, was as obvious as the smoke of beacon fire in the vast mountain forest, and there was no possibility of being chased or lost.

But he was thinking that this guy was running so hard, as if there was a way out, and he wanted to see if this guy could take him to meet the mysterious person behind the Five Poison Sect...

You're already here, why don't you talk to the real owner for a few words?

It would be best to bring the whole family together, and he would also go back to the road pavilion neatly to celebrate the New Year.

Lest he kill Yan Shijun Huilu Pavilion with his front foot, and a new leader of the Five Poison Sect pop up from his back foot to continue causing trouble... That would be such a hassle!

It's just a matter of one day early or one day late. Yang Ge can afford to wait.

The two chased each other over mountains and across rivers, approaching villages and cities several times. Yan Shijun, who was out of strength, wanted to change his way into the village and use the people in the village and city to order Yang Ge to throw a rat weapon, but Yang Ge suddenly accelerated and rushed forward to fight. I have to run around with my head in my arms and scream...

After receiving several severe beatings, Yan Shijun also guessed what Yang Ge was thinking, and he accepted his fate and continued to secretly lead Yang Ge straight to the northeast.

The two of them chased and escaped for most of the day.

Yang Ge no longer knows where he is now, but the mountains he can see are getting fewer and fewer, the farmland is getting more and more, and the temperature is getting lower and lower...

"Hey, Lao Yan, how far away are your reinforcements?"

Yang Ge glanced at the sun setting in the west, took out a cold steamed bun from the dry food bag on his waist, gnawed on it and shouted loudly: "Would you like to sit down and eat something, take a breath, and then continue on your way? Don't worry, I'll I promise not to take advantage of others’ danger, and I will definitely wait until you find your reinforcements before killing you!”

Yan Shijun in front was not as leisurely as him. Grandmasters indeed had strong Qi, but they couldn't bear the torment of running more than a thousand miles in one breath.

Moreover, he was running for his life, and he didn't dare to have the slightest idea of ​​conserving his strength. Along the way, he was spraying out his zhenqi as if he was free of money. If he could persist in spraying it until now, he already had a strong zhenqi!

Not to mention, he was beaten several times along the way...

By this time, he was almost exhausted. From forty or fifty steps away, Yang Ge could hear the man's hoarse and violent breathing like a broken bellows.

But even though he was about to reach the end of the mountain, Yan Shijun heard Yang Ge's shouts, but he was still trying his best to squeeze out the remaining vitality, and flew forward with both hands and feet.

"Hey, you really treat your kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Yang Ge gloated and mocked, Zhu Bajie swallowed the steamed bun in his hand into his stomach like a ginseng fruit, then suddenly accelerated, and appeared behind Yan Shijun like a ghost.

There was a flash of light from the sword, and a whole left arm rose into the sky with a cloud of blood.

Yan Shijun screamed "Ouch" on the spot, and his staggering figure immediately rushed out far away like a human cannon.

"Since you refuse to rest, then work harder!"

Yang Ge followed him leisurely with the knife in hand, keeping the distance so that he could clearly see Yan Shijun's back: "I'll cheer for you!"

"Fuck your mother..."

The furious Yan Shijun finally couldn't help but cursed.

However, as soon as the word "mother" came out of his mouth, Yang Ge's figure appeared behind him again.

"Pfft."

Another flash of sword light flashed by, and Yan Shijun's right arm held the sword and rose into the sky.

"Ahhhh..."

Yan Shijun let out a heart-rending cry, exploded the remaining energy and rolled up a sword light into the sky, wailing desperately: "Ancestor, save your grandson!"

The heart-rending wails, with the blessing of true energy, echoed like rolling thunder through the mountains and forests and spread for miles...

Yang Ge, who was behind him, had already chased him and flew into the air, but he turned back, caught the fallen right arm, and removed the cold sword from the broken arm.

He held the sword in his hand and waved it lightly against a stubborn stone. He felt that it felt as smooth as cutting konjac with a sharp knife.

But the stubborn stone as big as a water tank split into two silently!

"What a sword!"

Yang Ge happily praised: "Yang Erha will definitely like this sword."

He held a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, looking left and right. Finally, he cast his eyes on the scabbard on Yan Shijun's waist, and suddenly laughed out loud... However, Yan Shijun was flying like a jet fighter at the moment, spraying air on both sides at the same time. Two large streams of spring-like blood flew forward.

This situation caused a dead old stalker to suddenly pretend to be a corpse and attack him.

"Hey, we had a good chat, why do we need to spray pesticides?"

He bent his knees and jumped up, rolled up a dazzling sword energy to catch up with Yan Shijun, touched his two strong thighs with the sword, then grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him into his hand, kindly returned the sword to its sheath, and Teng He took action to seal off the major points all over his body to stop the bleeding.

Then he inserted the sword into the scabbard on his waist, pulled off the scabbard and put it into his belt, and patted the sword with satisfaction.

"What did you shout just now?"

He shook the stick in his hand with dull eyes and a lifeless face: "Have you arrived home?"

Yan Shijun looked up at him, his eyes suddenly filled with bitter hatred: "Haha, hahaha..."

He laughed maniacally, his laughter even more hysterical than before.

Yang Ge looked at him, rubbed the stubble on his chin and said, "Have you ever read history books?"

Yan Shijun just laughed maniacally and ignored his question at all.

Yang Ge continued: "Do you know how Madam Qi, the concubine of Han Emperor Liu Bang, died?"

Yan Shijun was still laughing maniacally, not sure whether he didn't understand or didn't care.

Yang Ge was about to say a few more words when he suddenly raised his eyelids and looked straight ahead. He saw a green sword light, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, passing from the distant mountains to more than twenty feet in front of Yang Ge in an instant. The outside suddenly stopped and slowly dissipated.

When Yang Ge saw this, his pupils shrank slightly!

It is said that an expert can tell if something is wrong as soon as he makes a move. The sword light just turned from extreme movement to extreme stillness, with ease and ease, without the slightest hint of reluctance... This is like a vehicle saying to stop at a speed of 300 yards per hour. It stopped immediately, and the body neither slid forward due to inertia, nor did its posture undergo any deformation due to sudden braking.

To be honest, he couldn't.

At least I can't do it so easily and freely!

Before the light of the sword dissipated, Yan Shijun, who was laughing wildly, started to cry loudly: "Please my ancestors to avenge my grandson, break this beast into thousands of pieces and crush the bones..."

"Click!"

There was a crisp bone rumble, and the howling stopped abruptly.

Yang Ge slowly took his palm back from Yan Shijun's head with a smile on his face... No, it should be on the chest, no, it should be on the top of the head.

It's hard to tell whether it's on the chest or on the top of the head, because Yan Shijun's head has sunk completely into his chest...

Twenty feet away, an old man with white beard and white hair said lightly in a thick Jiujiang accent: "The little kid has such a big spirit."

Yang Ge looked at the person who came and quickly determined...this was a very old man.

He was sure of this, not just because of the visitor's long hair, which was as white as snow. After all, it was not only the old people who had white hair, but also albinos and Shamat.

Mainly because of the visitor's eyes, which were as deep as ancient wells and showed no emotion.

All mammals have emotions in their eyes. Even cats and dogs have simple emotions in their eyes, such as confusion, happiness, fear, anger...

The eyes of the old man in front of him were like a pair of dark glass beads. Even when he slapped Yan Shijun's head into his chest in front of the old man, there was no wave in his eyes. It seemed that the person he shot to death was not an outstanding junior who called him ancestor, but just an unknown weed on the roadside.

This is scary!

Whether this old man has fully understood the seven emotions and six desires, or has reached a state of mind that can perfectly control his emotions...

It's all terrible!

What’s even more strange is that the appearance of the visitor is exactly the opposite of his white beard and hair and the unwavering look in his eyes. He has full muscles, firm skin, and strong facial features. If he had oiled his hair, he could pretend to be a young man in his early twenties. , there won’t be much sense of violation...

Yang Ge silently pressed his palm on the handle of Leng Yue's sword: "I want to have a good temper, but you guys have to bite me in the face!"

The visitor replied calmly: "If you want to reach the top, you must endure the pain. A little wind and rain will cause the wrath of thunder and you will act recklessly. If you do whatever you want and know no restraint, how can you become a peak of ten thousand feet, independent from the world, and live forever?"

Yang Ge narrowed his eyes, slowly raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "Are you trying to teach me a lesson?"

The visitor also chuckled and said, "You think I'm not worthy?"

Yang Ge nodded: "To be honest, you really don't deserve it!"

The visitor pondered for a moment, then slowly rolled up his sleeves with regret: "It doesn't matter, you don't know the meaning of the scriptures, but I also have some skills in fists and feet, which may help you wake up and correct your evil ways."

The smile at the corner of Yang Ge's mouth slowly widened and turned into a wild laugh: "Old man, you are very ill. Please put your head over quickly and let me chop you with three hundred knives to help you turn your corpse into an immortal!"

He let go of the suppression of his own Qi. The Tai Chi Yuan Shen in his Dantian opened his eyes and glared angrily. The Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish behind him began to rotate crazily like clockwork. The terrifying Qi made the world around him... The vitality was turbulent, and a hundred-foot-long yin-yang fish loomed behind him.

"The true meaning of Tai Chi?"

The visitor stared at the virtual image behind Yang Ge with wide eyes, and Gu Jing Wubo's eyes suddenly burst into intense joy: "Okay, okay, I am not alone in my way, I am not alone in my way!"

He laughed loudly, waved his sleeves and rolled up thousands of sword energies, like green lotuses blooming in the sky, rushing towards Yang Ge in a mighty manner.

When Yang Ge saw this, his eyes burst out with joy: "Okay, okay, this is decent, this is decent!"

He raised the cold moon sword and moved forward. In an instant, there seemed to be countless war horses neighing in the void. The wind and clouds were turbulent, and countless black energy turned into the virtual image of thousands of troops and horses, with banners covering the sky. The mighty Facing the green lotus sky.

Looking from a distance, the collision between the needlepoints of two mighty visions high in the sky is like the intersection of two rain clouds, and the intersection of two clear and turbid waters.

"boom!"

A dull roar resounded through the sky, and a ripple-like ripple exploded in mid-air. The powerful shock wave set off fierce winds, and the mountains and fields were bent wherever it passed!

The two figures kept staggering back and forth in the ripples, colliding with each other frequently, fighting fiercely in mid-air and rushing high into the sky.

Yang Ge only felt that Lao Deng's sword energy was brisk and precise, like the surging wind and clouds, unpredictable, and like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.

The old man only felt that the young man's sword energy was fierce and unparalleled, like a stormy sea, majestic and vast, and like a big pen splashing ink, bold and free.

The two of them fought faster and faster, and the more they fought, the more fierce they became!

It hit the clouds from mid-air and tore apart the sea of ​​clouds for miles.

Then he fell to the ground from the sea of ​​clouds, flattening hills for miles.

Even though Yang Ge's Tai Chi Qi is strong and profound, and his recovery power is extremely amazing, there are signs that he cannot withstand such an intense battle at this moment, and he is gradually falling into a disadvantage...

"Qiangu Youyou!"

Ever since, after a short and fast fight, Yang Ge forcibly raised his energy, turned around and swung out eighty feet of red sword energy, trying to overwhelm others and break the decline.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man on the other side waved a green Baichang Sword Qi with one hand without hesitation, blocking Yang Ge's Eighty-Zhang Sword Qi head-on.

Under the control of the two peak masters in the world, the two terrifying qi energies spanned dozens of feet without any leakage. They collided together like two laser weapons and were locked in a stalemate!

Yang Ge felt the pressure from the Leng Yue sword and knew that this sword might not be able to defeat Lao Deng, but he still held down the Leng Yue sword with both hands without hesitation and rushed forward with the strength of the sword...

"open!"

He roared with a ferocious look and red face, and the evil energy around him surged. The ferocious black dragon that massacred the city and the country reappeared, pouring into the sword energy. The red sword energy immediately ignited black flames, and its power increased again.

This sword is not Yang Ge's strongest move.

But it is definitely Yang Ge's strongest state.

The white-haired old man on the other side sensed the shaky meaning of the sword energy, and chanted a string of scriptures that Yang Ge could not understand. He pressed his left hand on his right arm, and the green sword energy flashed with blazing thunder on the spot. Dianguang, who also refused to give in, withstood the pressure of the red and black sword energy and faced Yang Ge.

The two people approached face to face, and the energy in their hands was compressed and condensed crazily, and finally turned into two dazzling flames that seemed to be substantial, facing each other in mid-air.

At this moment, every second seems to be extremely long.

Yang Ge, who had not felt like a thief had left the building for a long time, gritted his back molars, desperately squeezing every ounce of Tai Chi Qi he had, and injected it into the sword energy in his hand, trying to break through the sword in front of him. Thunder Sword Qi.

But no matter how hard he tried, the thunder sword energy was like an indestructible towering mountain blocking his way, unable to move forward!

What made his heart even more chilling was...he didn't even know whether the white-haired old man opposite was using his full strength!

Because every time he exerts force again, the white-haired old man opposite him will also exert force again, and every time he exerts force, there is no more or less force, only one end of him is stabilized!

He is no longer a rookie in the martial arts world. One party goes all out while the other party is at ease. Of course, he is not unclear about what this means.

‘We can’t go on like this anymore…’

A thought flashed through his mind, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Broken!"

"Bang!"

The red flame sword energy exploded in response, pulling the stalemate thunder sword energy together to death, turning into billowing waves of light that illuminated the mountains and forests for dozens of miles!

But because it was the Chi Yan Saber that exploded first, Yang Ge also suffered a secret loss. He took a wave of remaining energy and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, flying backwards with the remaining energy.

Fortunately, the remaining energy like a stormy sea also blocked the white-haired old man's vision and figure.

When the halo dissipated and the dust settled, the white-haired old man stood in the air and looked around, but where could he find Yang Ge?

He raised his right arm and glanced at the torn sleeve, and chuckled with interest: "You can look forward to the next life, you can look forward to the next life..."

He raised his eyelids, glanced at the afterglow on the horizon, turned around and turned into a green sword energy, rushing towards the distant mountains.

After a long time, in the mountain forest on the ground where the white-haired old man stood, Yang Ge broke out of the ground, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood-stained saliva, panted, and got up from the pit using his hands and feet: "Bah, bah, bah!" My enthusiastic horse, my enthusiastic horse, Shen Lao Er misled me, Shen Lao Er mistook me, if this is still the fucking grandmaster, I will cut off Shen Lao Er’s head and play it as a ball!”