Chapter 1583 The King's Collision

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On another hill, under a pine tree, by a stream.

A bright and lovely girl set up a small table under the tree, then moved a small stool, put melon seeds and spiritual fruits on it, and said blankly: "Auntie, the bench, melon seeds and spiritual fruits are all ready. "

A pretty woman sat down lazily, with her straight and round legs resting on the small table, knocking on melon seeds happily: "It's so beautiful to enjoy the scenery and people and watch the show! Leisurely life is so beautiful!"

The girl sat blankly on the small bench, gnawed on a bright red spiritual fruit, and muttered: "Auntie, do you think the handsome brother we met will win, or the white-faced clown?"

The two of them are the wonderful aunts and nephews they met in the mist.

Madam Qianli lazily stretched her waist, and said casually: "Probably a white-faced clown? I think this person has the blood of a Cyclops. Although it is rare, it is the blood of the Taoist master of the Zodiac Palace, which is very unusual. If activated, the strength will increase dramatically!"

The girl took a bite of the spiritual fruit and said sullenly, "But I want brother Xiaosha to win."

Madam Qianli poked her eyebrows: "Little Hoof, where is Sichun? How is he so chic?"

Thinking of Su Yu's silver-haired handsome appearance in her mind, Madam Qianli changed her words: "Uh, it seems a little chic."

She thought for a while and said, "Smart boy, it's not like there's no chance of winning."

Her delicate black eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a rare serious look in her expression: "I don't know why, but I always feel that this kid is mysterious and very unusual."

"For example, the ancient corpse behind her?" The girl was a little happier, but she refused to put down the spiritual fruit, and took a few more mouthfuls.

Madam Qianli nodded uncertainly: "Maybe, anyway, this kid gives me a very weird feeling."

The girl beamed and said, "That's good. People who even my aunt can't see through must be very powerful."

Suddenly, Mrs. Qianli cast her gaze into the distance, pouted her lips, and said, "Your handsome brother is here."

The girl immediately put down the spirit fruit and followed his gaze, her eyes sparkled.

"You're really chic, brother, wow, so chic!"

Some strong men also sensed the strangeness in the distance, and looked away one after another.

But at the end of the world, there are boundless green mountains and forests.

The breeze blew, and the ancient trees swayed. From a distance, it looked like waves of the blue sea, like a poetic freehand brushwork.

And a silver-haired young man dressed in plain clothes and with a crown on his head walked slowly on blue waves.

Staring at that scene, countless people froze in place.

People and scenery are compatible, and intention and Tao are in harmony, which is exceptionally beautiful.

Mrs. Qianli was amazed: "This son seems to have a deep sense of Taoism, he does everything casually, and there is a faint shadow of the Tao."

The girl blinked her eyes: "Auntie is saying that he is probably the mortal saint born in this sea area?"

Madam Qianli shook her head: "If we are so lucky to encounter the Mortal Eucharist, will we hide here?"

The girl nodded her head appreciatively.

Su Yu is like an ancient fairy who walked out of a poem, stepping on the blue waves to the highest hill near the Temple of Decline.

This place is where he will fight Bai Xuejian decisively.

Flying down, Su Yu stood with his hands behind his back, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

No matter what the eyes of the onlookers looked like or what the discussions were about, to Su Yu, it was a scene that he turned a blind eye to.

His state of mind is very calm, or rather, there is no fluctuation.

This calm seems to be contagious, with him as the center, spreading to all directions.

The endless discussions gradually died down, and they quietly watched Su Yu, the young man who looked like a king.

In the distance, there was a faint rumble.

That voice, like a stone,

Falling into Pinghu Lake in late autumn, splashing ripples, shattering the tranquility.

Su Yu gently opened his eyes without looking at the source of the sound.

He just silently took out the Shura sword and laid it flat on his knee.

But the onlookers, like a ignited flame, boiled again!

A series of gazes looked forward to the source of the sound.

"Beyond tens of billions of mountains and rivers! Bai Xuejian! One person, one sword!" The strong man with vision followed the sound and detected a radius of tens of billions of miles.

The crowd cheered.

"Hurry up! The two powerful men are fighting, is it Su Yu's dark horses that are stronger, or Bai Xuejian's shame?"

"Hee hee, so excited!"

"Five billion mountains and rivers away!" The man with strong eyesight announced in a high voice.

At this time, one after another deafening sound can be clearly heard!

Bai Xuejian is coming soon!

"Two billion mountains and rivers away!" There was a trace of instability in the voice of the sharp-sighted man, and he didn't know if it was excitement or the pitch was too high.

Bai Xuejian came very quickly, just like everyone's eagerness!

"One billion mountains and rivers away!" shouted the man with strong eyesight.

Without his reminding, everyone can already judge the distance of Bai Xuejian according to the pitch of the voice.

"One hundred million mountains and rivers away!" The man with strong eyesight shouted one last time.

Because, that earth-shattering roar completely covered up all the voices present.

His voice is no longer released and no longer needed.

At the end of the world, something strange has already appeared!

I saw a group of flames burning between heaven and earth.

The space near the flame collapsed, and the divine power was emptied.

The dramatic atmospheric changes caused strong winds to rise suddenly, and the white clouds that moved the sky flowed rapidly.

Looking up, the sky is already like a sea, white clouds are flying, and shadows are falling on the ground.

The cloudy and sunny changes in an instant, and the frequency is so high that it makes people feel inexplicably depressed.

It seems that this is the end of the world.

The flames approached quickly,

Everyone held their breath, staring at the flames without blinking.

Five thousand feet!

The oppressive aura oppressed many weak and weak people, and they retreated one after another.

Even those strong men showed deep awe.

Three thousand feet!

The more majestic breath, mixed in the bang, oppressed the heart beating violently.

Cultivated and waiting, unable to bear the violent change of blood in the body, they all retreated with flushed faces.

One thousand feet!

The air-shattering sonic boom, like the impact of a meteorite, caused explosive damage!

Those weak and moderately strong who had no time to retreat all vomited blood.

It is the top powerhouses, only by using their divine power can they barely resist the terrible pressure.

After a thousand feet, the fireball stopped.

Only by concentrating their eyes can they see through the details in the flames.

It's Bai Xuejian!

She has white hair, white clothes, and a white face, only her lips are as red as blood.

At this moment, an unknown flame was burning on his body, as if it came from the depths of his blood.

If it is said that Su Yu on the top of the mountain is the emperor of the world.

Then the Bai Xuejian at this moment is the Flame Monarch.

A relaxed and freehand, picturesque.

One masters destruction, killing like blood.

Two extreme artistic conceptions, the extreme strong, confront each other far away in front of the hill in the fallen temple.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and a shocking spark came out of the collision.

The hearts of the onlookers suddenly tensed up. No matter how reckless they are on weekdays, their nerves are tense at this moment.

No one dared to speak at this moment.

Because, at this moment, this place only belongs to those two kings!

Can't tolerate outsiders!

The strong wind howled, and all was silent.

The world is silent!

The years are silent!

Time stands still at this moment!

The space freezes at this moment!

For them, for the two kings, make room for their own stage.

"We finally met, Su! Yu!" In the flames, Bai Xuejian's icy eyes shot out.

It seems to come from the eternal cold air under the Xuanbing Lake, which makes people feel colder.

The strong ones present were wrapped in divine power.

Mountains, vegetation, streams, and the earth without divine power were all frozen in an instant.

Just because of a cold gaze!

It is so powerful that it can image everything in one thought.

The ice spread rapidly upwards from the foot of the hill, freezing the entire green mountain into ice, and it also wanted to freeze Su Yu in it.

Su Yu got up slowly, like fallen leaves, freehand and elegant.

Intangible manners release a warm and peaceful artistic conception.

The ice and snow dissipated in an instant on the frozen hills under his feet, returning to a sense of warmth.

The rest of the frozen areas also recovered one after another.

The two diametrically opposed artistic conceptions made the strong present feel sour and refreshed.

They were shocked beyond measure!

The thought alone is unbearable for them. How terrible would it be if they were to fight formally?

Bai Xuejian took a step, and the flames burned the ground under his feet.

Indifferently, he spat out cold words: "Are you ready to bear the price you deserve?"

Su Yu sucked in his palm, and the Asura Sword flew into his hand, and he took a step down the mountain: "In the same way, I should ask you, and I gave you a warning, have you ever thought about it seriously?"

Wherever you walk, the dead trees are in spring, and the dead grass is reborn.

Bai Xuejian continued to step out, his steps quickened, and his eyes shot out a condensed murderous look: "I, Bai Xuejian, never accept anyone's warning, only I can warn others!"

Su Yu walked with the sword in hand, stepping on the flowers and trees like the wind: "Except for me!"

"You are no exception!" Bai Xuejian took a deep breath, his eyes were filled with madness and killing intent suppressed to the limit: "Take my brand, I will pay with your life!"

"Streaming sword style, ultimate style, nirvana!" Bai Xuejiansen spat out a few words coldly.

On a mountain, the owner of a certain Xingchen Pavilion's face changed drastically.

"Could it be that the Flowing Light Sword Style is the true inheritance of the No. 1 Sword Master in Xingchen Pavilion, the King of Hidden Swords?"

Beside him, there was also a pavilion master who participated in a low-key manner, with an extremely dignified expression: "It's unbelievable that Bai Xuejian has cultivated this sword style to the ultimate form, nirvana! I remember that this sword technique has been displayed in the headquarters for three million years. No one has ever reached perfection!"

The former pavilion master thought deeply: "It's more than perfection! The swordsman who appeared last time, Jian Wuhen, Xiantian Sword Body, still only practiced to the eighth form! But Bai Xuejian, actually cultivated to the ninth form, the ultimate form! "

"The style of silence, if you don't come out, you're done. Once you come out, the sky, the earth, and the people will die, but I will not die!" The pavilion master showed deep awe, and when his eyes fell on Su Yu, he was full of pity: " It's a pity, the fall of a proud man."

Su Yu looked indifferent, holding the sword in both hands with a solemn expression.

"The third form of the magic sword, the infinite magic door!"

The majestic sound rolled between the heaven and the earth, and strands of dark light lingered around the Shura sword.

Point your sword at the sky and command the demons!

One sword dies, one sword is like a demon!

Two styles of ultimate swordsmanship collided in time and space.

Everyone stared at the two rapidly colliding figures, held their breath, their pupils constricted, and stared at the king's duel without blinking!