Chapter 169 Why are you fighting? (Thank you for the reward of the Great Holy House)
A little stream of light bloomed from Wei Yuan's fingertips, and then gradually spread out as the fingers were cut together, and fell to the center of the tiger's eyebrows. There was a moment of deathly silence between heaven and earth. The tiger's eyes shrank, and he followed closely.
, the white tiger dharma image that spreads for unknown distances behind the back, a crack appeared between the eyebrows.
The cracks are getting bigger and bigger, spreading at an exaggerated speed.
Finally, under everyone's distracted gaze, the majestic and vast White Tiger Dharma was split from the middle, and then fell to both sides, suddenly turning into billowing clouds. Wei Yuan started to move when he saw the clouds falling.
It disintegrated until finally it was no different from ordinary clouds and mist, losing its previous power.
He could barely control the remaining wind power, and his black eyes looked down at the tiger.
"This sword will cut off the foundation of your god."
It’s just that he himself also lost his divine nature of Wuzhiqi, and the last afterglow of his previous control of the magic sword was gone. In the tiger’s light yellow pupils, the anger was suppressed in an instant. Since the god of heaven was knocked down, there is no longer the white tiger magic.
The previous chains of the altar could no longer restrain him at this moment, and he broke free.
Wei Yuan pressed the phone in his clothes and threw it away.
Raise your hand.
The Eight-sided Han Sword fell into Wei Yuan's hands.
The tiger also has a Han-made war sword in his hand.
Then, he suddenly rushed forward to Wei Yuan who was cutting off the foundation of his god. Wei Yuan harnessed the power of the wind and slashed down the eight-sided Han sword in his palm. It collided with the sword in the tiger's palm and roared loudly. The powerful force made Wei Yuan hit him.
His palms were numb and he could hardly hold the weapon in his hand, but he still gritted his teeth and fought hard again.
Even though the two of them lost their previous ability to act like gods, they could soar into the sky and ride the wind, defeating the sea of clouds.
The people below were unable to help.
The fighter's load of weapons had been almost exhausted just now, and the two people fighting at the moment were too close. If they were not careful, they would injure Wei Yuan. Suddenly, Tiger ignored himself and stabbed forward suddenly. The ink-colored war sword in his palm was filled with sword energy.
It was so powerful that it reached Wei Yuan's heart.
Wei Yuan spun around to avoid it, barely blocking the move with the sword in his palm, instead of exchanging injuries with the tiger.
This time his momentum dropped.
The tiger holds his sword and attacks in the air with domineering and powerful moves.
Wei Yuan only had the power to parry for a moment.
The two of them also continued to fall from high altitude, but relying on the ability to control the wind, they did not have to worry about falling directly to their death. Wei Yuan raised his sword again, and the sword energy overflowing from the sword's edge tore a hole in his clothes.
The sword in his hand counterattacked, and his clothes were blown open by the wind, revealing the jade pendant hanging around his neck.
Jade dragon pendant.
The jade pendant of Emperor Qin was once a token of the Black Ice Platform Jing Rui Yuan.
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Just now, Wei Yuan used his mobile phone to deliver the final message.
Moreover, he naturally did not wear the jade dragon on his body without any intention.
Tiger King and Wei Yuan are fighting in close combat. In order to avoid being targeted by human weapons, the former is unwilling to leave too far away from Wei Yuan at this moment. However, his strength, even if he has lost the foundation of a god, is still above Wei Yuan at this moment. As a
The tiger's instinct is also able to sense murderous intent and hostility, and it has avoided several attacks in advance.
Wei Yuan felt a murderous intent growing stronger and stronger between his brows.
about there.
He retreated violently, actually gave up on his own initiative, and broke away from the battle. The tiger naturally followed closely behind him.
Unknowingly, he and Wei Yuan switched positions once, and the swords in their hands blocked each other. Wei Yuan blocked the tiger's sword with the hilt, and the two sides began to fight at close range with fists and kicks. Suddenly, there was a sound from the horizon.
An extremely strong roaring sound.
Tigers are fierce tigers, they judge instinctively and do not detect any hostility directed at them.
So I didn't pay attention at first.
And by the time he reacted, it was already too late.
Wei Yuan raised his hand to hold the tiger, his eyes were burning like fire, and from the horizon, there was a black light rushing from Quan City, with an aura that Wei Yuan was familiar with. It was the weapon of the brave and brave people since ancient times.
It is the relic of the most powerful military figure, representing the bravery and bravery of the battlefield with almost no defeat!
His last message was to ask Water Ghost and Soldier Soul to open the box of Overlord Gun.
Because the hostility was directed at Wei Yuan.
Even the tiger didn't notice it.
The chilling air penetrated the sky, as if the distant battlefield had come again, as if the generals who were traveling all over the world were riding horses again and holding war guns. Then, this illusion dissipated, and the Overlord Spear penetrated the mountain blocking Wei Yuan's front without any hesitation.
Jun, then, also penetrated Wei Yuan's shoulder.
Zhang Daoling's magic sword intercepted the Overlord Spear at the last moment.
Two psychic weapons were fighting instinctively in the air.
Wei Yuan looked pale.
Blood spurted out from the tiger's mouth, and the evil spirit of the military master briefly broke the pure spirit of the mountains that he later obtained. He and Wei Yuan glared at each other, and finally gave each other a hard kick, and they were separated in the air, like stones.
They fell hard, but fortunately they were not far from the top of a mountain, so both of them didn't fall to their death.
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Wei Yuan and Tiger Tiger both fell heavily to the ground, lost their divinity, exhausted their magic power, and were seriously injured.
Even his physical strength is constantly draining away along with his injuries.
The severe pain caused Wei Yuan's face to twist, but without hesitation, he staggered up, holding the Eight-sided Han Sword tightly, while the embarrassed tiger over there stood up at the same time. The latter had abandoned the body of the tiger. At this moment
Still in human form, the two looked at each other, and then with an angry shout, they stepped forward and slashed across the Han sword in their hands.
The two swords kept intersecting, making a clanging roar.
When the distinction between gods and humans is lost, the control of the power of heaven and earth is lost, and the mana is lost, what can still be used to fight in the end is the courage to draw the sword, the will to not give in, and the most instinctive combat experience
, it has nothing to do with good or evil.
Sword after sword crossed each other, neither gave in.
All conjoined techniques are used.
The teachings of Yellow Turban Army generals in the Three Kingdoms era at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
As well as the swordsmanship of Wang Mang’s generals in the late Western Han Dynasty.
The two sides were almost evenly matched. They exchanged minor injuries for a greater advantage. They could not retreat. They did not hesitate to sacrifice themselves, and they would not give in at all. Blood kept sputtering out. The tiger stabbed out with a sword, and Wei Yuan held it under his arm. Wei Yuan's sword edge
Wei Yuan was also tightly grasped by the tiger's palm. Wei Yuan lowered his head suddenly and hit him hard.
There was a sharp pain, and both parties rolled back.
It almost disappeared in one breath.
Wei Yuan was breathing heavily and his vision was blurry. He looked back and vaguely saw the tallest building in Yingtian Mansion. He then remembered what he said, what he likes most is a peaceful life. This is what everyone in this era has to offer.
expectations, but they all know how their peaceful life came about.
When I need to stand in front, I won't hesitate.
Why hesitate?
This is my home...
Wei Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth heavily, and behind him was the world. He staggered to his feet, the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand screamed angrily, spat out a mouthful of blood, and ran forward.
"Fuck you!"
The tiger supported the earth and stood up. His eyes were still focused, falling behind the opponent in front. There was the vast sky, the distant sky, and his unfettered and hearty self and future. Without hesitation, he raised the sword in his hand.
Get up and hold the sword with both hands.
"die!"
With a final desperate move, the two stepped forward, rushed forward, suddenly turned around, and drew their swords. The sword paths at this moment were extremely similar. They both concentrated all their strength and stabbed the vital heart. The tiger thought of the previous fight in the sky.
Wei Yuan retreated from the scene that hurt his heart, and his will became firm again.
When in the end there is nothing external, no divinity, no power.
Even experience and courage are useless. What any living being relies on is will.
Wei Yuan turned his back to the world, while the tiger glared at the sky.
Two swords, one to revive the legend and the other to cut off the past.
But there was no hesitation at all, and they were extremely decisive. With the sound of footsteps hitting the ground, they penetrated each other's hearts without hesitation. In this confrontation, no one's will showed cowardice or retreat, and it also ushered in a unique and final confrontation.
Tragic scene.
The tiger's body is no longer a soul, and blood is almost gushing out from the corners of his mouth like Wei Yuan.
The battle up to this point is at least enjoyable.
At this moment, he suddenly found that his sword pierced the opponent's heart, but a breath of fresh air overflowed, as if the sky was high and far away, condensed into petals, and the tiger's eyes shrank slightly.
"Kunlun Immortal Flower..."
Did you avoid it before to mislead?
Did he make such a plan from the beginning?
Wei Yuan grabbed the Tiger Eight-faced Han Sword with his left hand. He roared angrily and used all his strength to break it. Then he stepped forward, his left hand dripping with blood. The fragment of the sword in his hand slashed through the Tiger's throat. Wei Yuan's body
As a result, he exhausted his last strength, brushed past the tiger, and fell heavily to the ground.
Hearty and free-spirited
"General."
I won.
PS: The chess term, general, refers to the final victory. Two thousand six hundred words~
Thanks to Dashengzhai for the ten thousand rewards, thank you~
The second update today... Although it is the end, it is still too late. It is barely past twelve o'clock. After all, it is not yet one o'clock. Good night everyone~