Jun Youyun

Chapter 253 Invincible
Wang Yi swung his strongest spear, the name of the spear was invincible, at the point of the spear's head, there was the sound of a dragon roaring.When he swung the gun, the small pond reappeared in front of Wang Yi's eyes.

View the world with a pool, and see your own invincibility!

"This is your invincibility?" Su Jian was directly knocked down to the ground by Wang Yi's gun. He reached the ground with his sword and slid a distance of several tens of feet. The long sword left a long line on the ground. Gu Gu, "This is indeed a very strong marksmanship, the strongest I have ever seen in my life, but it is still not invincible."

"Then you can beat me!" Wang Yi shot down.

Su Jian turned around and flashed into the air again, but Wang Yi's shot smashed the entire street into pieces, and the opera buildings on both sides were crumbling. He raised his head and looked at Su Jian, The eyes have become fiery red.

"The peak of the Saint Realm." Su Jian frowned slightly.

Above the Martial Dao Ending Realm of No Return, there are still three realms of the Dao of Heaven, the Realm of the Saint, the Realm of the Perfect Man, and the Realm of the God-Man. The masters of the three realms of Heaven and Dao will also forcibly suppress their own realm below the Dao of Heaven.But at this moment, Wang Yi obviously no longer suppressed his own realm, and had transported the saint realm to the peak, and his eyes were fiery red, which was the state of the saint realm when he was transported to the peak.

"Today's battle, there is no turning back." Wang Yi jumped up and swung his gun at Su Jian again.

"Forget it." Su Jian flicked the Zixia Sword in front of him lightly, then swung the long sword towards the sky, and performed the sword dance again, but this time there were muffled thunder sounds in the air.

The muffled thunder sounded like a drum, as if to help out.

The sound of the pipa is clanging, with killing intent in its gentleness.

"There should be thousands of ghosts howling and mourning." Su Jian swung his long sword lightly, piercing the wind of the gun in front of him, and there was actually a sound like howling ghosts and gods.

"It would be better to have a flute sound." Su Jian flicked the long sword directly, then jumped onto the eaves next to him, took out a bamboo flute from his arms, put it on his lips and gently Blow.

He closed his eyes, controlled the sword with the sound of the bamboo flute, and fought against Wang Yi's spear.

The sound of the flute was gentle, but the sword turned defensive.

The sound of the flute was passionate, but the sword's momentum turned into a crazy attack again.

It was also the first time in Wang Yi's life that he saw someone who could control a sword with the sound of a flute, and he said in horror, "This is the sword power at the peak of the god-human realm?"

The so-called swordsmanship, one is the sword, and the other is the method.

The sword refers to only heretical moves, even if it is too subtle and domineering, it only exists at the level of "skill".

And the law refers to the power of heaven, everyone can form a small world of their own within their own sword power.For example, Jimo Huaxue, the red-clothed sword fairy in Jimo City, when her sword power is summoned, only her sword exists in her world, and the sword in the hands of anyone else will be afraid of her sword power. Can't even get out of the sheath.At this moment, Su Jian's sword momentum unfolded, the muffled thunder sounded like a drum, representing the power of the sky, the sound of the sword wind turned into a howl of ghosts, representing the grief of killing, the distant sound of the pipa represented the old feelings, and the sound of the bamboo flute blew, meaning Return to the meaning of youth.

He turned all his feelings and intentions into this sword.

This sword can be called truly invincible.

With a sound of "Zheng", the strings of the pipa in the woman's hand were all broken, she vomited a mouthful of blood, and the pipa fell to the ground.

The bamboo flute in Su Jian's hand also broke into three pieces, leaving only the last lingering sound of the flute.

The last muffled thunder sounded in the air, and the downpour suddenly fell.

Wang Yi lifted the Zixia sword in front of him, and the Zixia sword twirled in the air.

"The last sword, let me return to the peak at this moment!" Su Jian tapped his foot and held the Zixia sword, "Let me recall the strength of that year!"

A flash of lightning flashed in the air and landed on Zixia Sword.

Su Jian closed his eyes and chopped off the Zixia sword.

At that moment, the woman in Qingge Tower was in a trance, as if at a certain moment, she saw this white-haired old man and returned to the high-spirited young man back then.

But soon, the old man turned back to the old man, the Zixia Sword in his hand only had a hilt left, and the sword body had been turned into dust, he fell behind Wang Yi, his back was no longer bent, but straightened Straight, white hair fluttering in the wind, still remnants of that young man's flair.He raised his head, a spear spun rapidly in the air, and finally landed in front of him.

Wang Yi stood behind him and said slowly after a long silence: "I'm defeated."

Su Jian smiled: "At our age, is winning or losing really so important? Why are you so obsessed with wanting to be number one in the world in the eyes of the world?"

"Meeting you back then was the first defeat in my life." Wang Yi raised his head, and the sky soon cleared up again. He didn't directly answer Su Jian's question, "I didn't expect that the reunion after many years would be the last time in my life." Defeated." Wang Yi's words had brought the final conclusion to this peerless battle.

"You lose every time in the end because you never thought about the reason for winning. You just don't want to lose, so you want to win. What motivates you is only the pride of being the most outstanding disciple of the Wang family in the past century." Su Jian turned around, "I'm different. I wanted to win back then, because I wanted to change the world. But now I want to win—"

Wang Yi also turned around, waiting for Su Jian's final answer.

"I want to prove that so many years have passed, even decades of confinement in the prison, I have not been changed by this world." Su Jian turned his head, looked at the figure in Qingge Tower, and suddenly there was a few more voices in his voice. Very sad, "This time, it's really goodbye."

"Meeting you was my greatest misfortune in martial arts, but perhaps also my greatest luck." Wang Yi walked over and drew his spear.

"Meeting me is both misfortune and luck. This should be what the girl in the building said." Su Jian sighed softly, "Or is it just misfortune? Who knows?"

"Let's go, after today, I won't see you again." Wang Yi walked towards the palace.

"Where are you going?" Su Jian asked.

"Back to that small pond, I still have a chance to think about many things." Wang Yi said lightly, with a rare self-deprecating tone in his tone, "Then after you die, I still have the chance to become a This is the best opportunity in the world."

"Don't you care about your disciples and grandchildren? Looking at the situation in that restaurant, it seems a bit bad." Su Jian shrugged.

"After today, maybe it will be a brand new Wang family, whether it is the martial arts supreme, or broken and rebuilt, it is a brand new Wang family." Wang Yi continued to walk forward without looking back.

(End of this chapter)