Liu Sandao stood up first, glanced meaningfully at Qi Yun beside Liu Mingzhi, turned around and jumped away, ten feet away from the restaurant, towards the desolate place outside Erlong Town, and then took out
The one who carries the sword does not abandon it. It is the first time that a swordsman does not carry a sword. It is the first time that a swordsman does not use other people's weapons.
"Many people will die if they step into the rivers and lakes, but there are still countless people who will step in regardless of everything. The rivers and lakes are both rivers and lakes, and they are also vanity fairs. Everyone escapes from the word fame and fortune. In this world, fame and fortune may be more important than life.
Because it's important, it's easy to get into the world, but it's very difficult to get out." Liu Sandao stroked the blade and said something very philosophical.
Song Zhong also got up from the restaurant and walked slowly to the sarcophagus. He stretched out his right hand to support the coffin. The four to five hundred kilogram sarcophagus was as light as a feather in Song Zhong's hand, as if it was just a plaything: "Song Zhong is not for fame and fortune, only for fame and fortune."
Bury people, bury yourself, burying people is life, burying yourself is blessing." After saying that, he held the sarcophagus in his hand and slowly rushed towards Liu Sandao.
The wine in Liu Mingzhi's mouth flowed out like saliva without knowing it. He only had one thought in his mind: "Hang on the wall, definitely hang on the wall. Is this still a human being after jumping ten feet away?"
"What are they going to do?" This question was asked to both Qi Yun and little monk Fan.
"A life-and-death fight, for a ranking on the Jianghu list, not only a battle of superiority but also life and death, doesn't it feel ridiculous?"
Liu Mingzhi became interested. Is this the Jianghu described by Mr. Jin Yong? If they disagree, they will have to fight to the death. Should they lament the passion and unrestrained nature of human nature, or should they lament the insignificance of human life?
Liu Mingzhi stared at Qi Yun enthusiastically: "I want to take a look?"
"Something will happen, and I might accidentally hurt you. After all, a rich young man like you, who is not good at culture or martial arts, is weak."
Liu Mingzhi said calmly: "Don't you want to write a poem for the painting? Protect me and go take a look, and I will write a poem for you."
Qi Yun didn't say anything, grabbed Liu Mingzhi like a chicken and ran away from the town.
Little monk Liao Fan followed calmly: "Amitabha, injustice."
"Master, wait for me." This was Liu Song's howl.
"Sir, you haven't settled the bill yet."
Before Song Zhong came within fifty steps of Liu Sandao, Liu Sandao suddenly raised the weapon in his hand. The air around him seemed to have been squeezed clean. Liu Sandao used a move that looked like he could split Huashan Mountain with all his strength.
Attacking Song Zhong, the trajectory of the knife could no longer be detected by the naked eye. Liu Sandao released a strong energy in his hand and reached Song Zhong one step ahead of Song Zhong.
Song Zhong's expression remained unchanged, and he moved his right hand horizontally, blocking the sarcophagus in front of him. The strong energy hit the sarcophagus, but the sarcophagus did not move at all, which made people dumbfounded. It was unknown what kind of stone the sarcophagus in Song Zhong's hand was made of.
Song Zhong said calmly: "Your knife is too light."
Liu Sandao was stunned at first, and then his expression became more and more enthusiastic and excited: "Then try one more time."
Liu Sandao quickly exited the scope of the sarcophagus and looked at Song Zhong with the knife in both hands: "Liu Sandao only uses his right hand to kill people. There are not many people who can let me use both hands. You are one of them." After saying this, he suddenly couldn't hold on.
Qi drew a full moon: "Angrily slashing the river." Buqi let out a sonic explosion that broke through the air, and Liu Sandao's figure swept toward the end of Song Dynasty like a strong wind.
Song Zhong's expression was finally not as indifferent as before, his eyes were focused, and his left hand suddenly hit the sarcophagus in his hand. The sarcophagus broke away from his right hand and shot towards Liu Sandao who was attacking. Liu Sandao's Bu Qi instantly hit the sarcophagus,
It actually made a sound like gold and stone, but the sarcophagus that escaped was suspended in the air without moving at all.
"Mourn the sea." Liu Sandao took action again, and the Buqi in his hand made a whining sound. Liu Sandao shouted angrily, slashed the Buqi horizontally, and hit the side of the sarcophagus. The sarcophagus was finally gone.
With his appearance, he suddenly blasted toward Song Zhong. The remaining energy from the sarcophagus blew up a strong wind that hit the trees ten feet away, kicking up waves of sand and dust.
Song Zhong caught the flying sarcophagus with his hand. The force made Song Zhong take three or four steps back before he stopped. Song Zhong raised his eyebrows: "This knife is still too light."
"A certain family of the Seven Swordsmen of Emotion only used two knives, one for each one. Each one is twice as powerful as the previous one. You have to be careful."
At the end of the Song Dynasty, he held the coffin with his right hand: "I didn't know it, but if your sword was still as weak as before, you would be buried today."
Song Zhong lifted the coffin into the air, two or three feet above the ground, and the sarcophagus flew up in Song Zhong's hands: "Open the coffin." The lid of the sarcophagus separated from the bottom of the coffin, showing the force of Mount Tai pressing against the top, and headed towards Liu San like a giant sword.
The knife struck. The coffin lid broke through the air and brought up a strong wind. Liu Sandao slashed horizontally and the coffin lid fell towards the ground.
There was a loud noise, dust rolled, and the momentum brought by the coffin lid blew away the dust. The coffin lid was stuck diagonally on the ground. If you look closely, you will see that a crack half a foot wide and one foot long was created on the ground by the coffin lid.
The attack failed, and Song Zhong threw the bottom of the coffin at Liu Sandao again: "Define the coffin."
The bottom of the coffin was much heavier than the top of the coffin, and its strength and effect were naturally different. Liu Sandao dodged with Buqi in hand, and Song Zhong randomly flashed at the bottom of the coffin: "Lift the coffin." The bottom of the coffin suddenly shook.
He changed direction and flew towards Liu Sandao.
Liu Sandao raised his hand and shouted: "Afraid of moving mountains." When the sword came out, the earth was shocked, and the breath of the sword spread out with the aura of shaking the mountains. Liu Sandao slashed away the remaining energy at the bottom of the coffin, and Song Zhong was in the air.
He slapped his palm to the bottom of the coffin: "Get off the coffin."
Liu Sandao's momentum was blocked and he suddenly retreated. The bottom of the coffin was as strong as shaking a mountain, making Liu Sandao afraid to take the attack.
Song Zhong waved his hand, and the bottom and lid of the coffin instantly merged into one. Song Zhong floated down with the coffin lightly burning: "I told you, your knife is too light, so light that I am not interested in it."
Liu Sandao was not angry, and gently stroked the blade. Suddenly, Liu Sandao's clothes automatically crackled without wind. Liu Sandao's body gradually became blurry, and the human body turned into the sword's body in an instant.
It looked like an invisible sword intent started from Liu Sandao and spread out in all directions.
"Sadness shakes the mountains." The sword intention condensed by Liu Sandao's body directly turned into a large sword of about 20 meters and angrily slashed Song Zhong away. The evil energy condensed by the sword intention was directly forced towards Song Zhong.
Song Zhong did not dare to be careless about the power. The coffin in his hand stood upright and stood in front of him. Gang Qi burst out and enveloped his whole body. He waved the sarcophagus continuously with both hands, and the sarcophagus started to rotate like a top.
The knives and coffins collided, and both of them involuntarily took three or four steps back. Song Zhong flew up in the air, driving the sarcophagus with him. The sword energy from Liu Sandao's hand flew directly to the rocks on the side, carrying the power of moving mountains and seas along the way.
Landing on the stone, the boulder shattered into pieces and flew away in all directions.
When Liu Mingzhi saw the gravel flying towards him, he subconsciously held his head to dodge. Before Qi Yun had time to protect Liu Mingzhi, a Buddha statue of Sakyamuni condensed from the void withstood all the remaining power of the stone debris.
The sword energy hit the Buddha statue, and there was a roar, and there was actually the sound of gold and silver swords intersecting.
"Amitabha." The young monk said the Buddha's name with neither sadness nor joy, and the phantom Buddha statue disappeared.
Song Zhong slapped the sarcophagus with his palm and shouted: "The coffin is sealed." The sarcophagus instantly appeared in front of Liu Sandao. Liu Sandao had to use his sword to stop him. Bu Qi slashed at the sarcophagus, and Liu Sandao flew away.
When he went out, his face turned purple, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained his green robe.
Song Zhong looked at Liu Sandao who was lying on the ground with a gloomy expression and said, "Why don't you use the fifth sword?"
Liu Sandao casually wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve: "Liu Sandao, there are only three swords left. The Qiqing Sword only has four swords."
"You mean, I'm not worth your fifth blow? I'm not worth your remaining three blows?"
Liu Sandao smiled sadly: "There is no such thing as worthiness or unworthiness. The swordsman finally no longer has to carry the sword, and I will be buried with you in your coffin."
Song Zhong put the sarcophagus on his shoulders and said: "My coffin is for burying myself and the world, but not my friends."
Liu Sandao looked a little confused: "Friend?"
"The people who sit at the same table with me and have a drink are my friends. Whether you recognize it or not, they are all my friends. My coffin will not bury friends."
"So, you are really overbearing."
"The coffin bearer still has to bear the coffin, how can the man carrying the knife not carry the knife?"
"I entered the Jianghu and came out of the Jianghu. You buried me and I came out."
"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Wulin is a small river and lake, and the world is a big river and lake. If you want to withdraw from the rivers and lakes, will the rivers and lakes agree? Where are you going to retreat?" Liu Mingzhi remembered Mr. Jin's words and interrupted the two of them at the right time.
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Liu Sandao glanced at Liu Mingzhi languidly: "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and people are rivers and lakes. You need to be taught."
Liu Mingzhi looked at Liu Sandao and Song Zhong with a faint smile, looking into the distance: "I have never been in your world, but I want to take a look."
Qi Yun looked at the four-line poem on the fine rice paper in her hand: "This painting is so beautiful, rarely seen in the world. Who can paint a painting that will be famous as the Legend of Jinling? This is the poem you are talking about!"
Liu Mingzhi said calmly: "How is it? Not bad, the young master of this poetry book can write several poems in a short time. Even the old man Wen Renzheng said that I am a genius. In the future, my eyes."
Qi Yun was too lazy to look at Liu Mingzhi, who was squatting on the ground and stroking his wounds. He showed his claws to Liu Song, who was huddled in the corner: "Is this what you said about being drunk and useless?"
Liu Song tremblingly protected his head: "Young master is not drunk either."
Qi Yun was stunned, looking at the wailing Liu Mingzhi with a somewhat unnatural expression, and suddenly remembered that her plan to get Liu Mingzhi drunk was interrupted halfway by Liu Sandao and the others.