Chapter 1101 I Am the Ultimate Intention

In the brief silence, behind the wheelchair, the attendant couldn't help but tremble.

Swallowed.

arrogance.

Invisible arrogance rose from the dead silence. It was a tangible anger that lingered on the skinny old man. Just a thought of nothingness ravaged the earth until it collapsed, and cracks appeared in the steel.

Wrath of the Juggernaut.

"It's really sad." Shangquan sighed: "Don't young people nowadays know how to respect the elderly anymore?"

Huai Shi shrugged slightly: "I must say, you were the first to attack personally."

"Those things don't matter anymore."

Shangquan clicked his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "The point is, I suddenly don't want to be merciful anymore."

"Each other."

Huaishi responded indifferently.

Although she really didn't want to admit it, her skills were compared to Yoshihara's Diva game by the old guy in front of her. This really made Huai Shi a little defensive.

But if you break the defense, just break the defense.

He was anxious.

Anyway, Huaishi didn't believe it, could this old ghost still beat him to death?

Besides, he has a good way to deal with this kind of old man who has a bad personality and likes to abuse food.

"Come!"

He raised his fingers provocatively and grinned: "Let me, a newbie, learn about the gap between myself and Yingzhou Sword Master!"

"Don't worry, I will use the back of the knife."

Shangquan answered considerately, and after a brief pause, he mumbled vaguely as if talking to himself: "But...if you were killed by the back of a knife, you can't blame others, right?"

Huai Shi, momentary stiffness.

A real chill emerged from the old man's vague words and spread, engulfing him like a grinning nightmare.

Darkness billows from under that old and decaying face.

Immediately afterwards, with the dance of the sword edge, the earth was ravaged, and the deep cracks spread forward, spanning a long distance in an instant, bringing death to Huai Shi's face.

Countless steels gathered together, and numerous walls rose from the ground, but were quickly covered by expanding cracks from bottom to top.

Broken from the center.

The sixteen walls were easily cut through by the pressure of will wrapped around the sharp blade. The sharp wind sliced ​​Huai Shi's cheek, causing bursts of stinging pain.

A ray of light fell through the straight crack and shone on his face, allowing him to see the rickety figure stepping forward.

But before he could take a breath again, he heard another... steel cry.

In Shangquan's hand, the ordinary sword screamed and swung horizontally. Suddenly, the sixteen-layer steel wall blocking him was torn apart again.

Cut in half!

The criss-crossing cracks turned into an infallible cross. Under the chopping of the sword, the beauty of mathematics and the beauty of destruction were freely revealed.

And just outside the crumbling iron wall, the old man's emaciated figure had already rushed forward like a ghost. After taking one step across the chasm that was enough to make his body despair, the ghost-killing sword had already thrust out towards Huai Shi's face. !

What responded to him was the cold light of thunder.

It was like the light of the whole world gathered here, forming a torrent of anger in Huai Shi's hands. The moment he came out of his hand, he was like a dragon galloping across the sky, rushing towards Shangquan with pure destruction.

And the dazzling lightning was like running water before the blade rolled, and was easily wrapped around the blade. It could not move forward any further. Instead, it was overwhelmed by the will on the blade, and instead moved towards its own creation. The person sent out a backlash!

The Sword of the Seven Seas bursts out with a tidal sound.

Driven and accelerated by extreme will, pure quality swayed out from Huai Shi's hands.

The moment the sword collided with the blade, the lightning exploded and melted countless broken iron pieces into pulp, illuminating the aging face and the pair of pupils filled with strange darkness.

"Look, Huaishi."

Shangquan's face leaned forward slightly and smiled ferociously: "The quality is insufficient, no matter how much quantity is, what's the use?"

With his skinny body, he actually suppressed Huai Shi's Sword of the Seven Seas, and he refused to give in to this huge power.

Under his feet, the earth collapsed, and the sharp blade in his hand also screamed, but it created a jaw-dropping miracle. With such an ordinary quality, it competed with the fusion weapon that combined the dual power of Afang and the Sword of Virtue!

Under the will of Shangquan.

Even the indestructible mortal iron, once held in his hands, is a killing tool that can compete with any magical weapon.

Now, the Tai Dao created by Huai Shi himself actually exudes a terrifying power that Huai Shi himself could not imagine.

"Let me guess, do you think this is the ultimate intention?"

Shangquan smiled strangely, "It's too stereotyped, Huaishi."

He waved his hand, easily swung the Sword of the Seven Seas aside, and pierced it again. Under the bombardment of the Hammer of Pain, he lightly took a step back, turned around, and stepped forward with the hammer, pressing forward step by step.

"What is ultimate meaning, Huai Shi? Why have you never thought about it?"

Sad cracks spread from the wall. Under the distant slashing sword edge, Huai Shi retreated in embarrassment and heard the hoarse words echoing in the wind: "The ultimate intention is to drink water, to urinate, and to pick up from the chopsticks." The beef nuggets you pick up are something you firmly believe you can do, something that is taken for granted.

Everything is as it should be. "

A hundred steps away, the old man glanced at his embarrassed appearance calmly, and sighed mockingly: "It's just that there are some 'disabled people' who feel that they can't do it, and others shouldn't be able to do it either..."

Do you ask why the apple fell from the branch? Do you ask why the stars move in the night sky? Do you ask why birds are born to fly?

Why is the Utopia so glorious? Why can the Administration keep everything running as normal? Why can the Survival Institute block all disasters?

You may ask how the Astronomical Society can control the entire world?

Even if it’s incredible.

But this is a matter of course.

It can be done, and it was done.

As for the rest, it doesn't matter at all.

It is not something out of reach, and there is no mysterious veil. It is the crystallization of spirit from the strong, the essence of the soul from the seeker, and the determination to win from the swordsman...

At the end of the road, the ultimate intention arises!

That's all!

"Is it the ultimate intention to split the earth? Is it the ultimate intention to split steel?"

Swept and covered by the iron rain, he slowly moved forward, just like strolling in a courtyard, and asked casually: "Your symphony is the ultimate meaning, but is your rhythm and your resonance the ultimate meaning?"

Could your blow represent the ultimate intention itself? Does your breathing at this moment belong to the category of ultimate intention? What are you secretly brewing? Is the sound hidden behind you the ultimate intention itself? "

The sword master laughed, clenched the sword in his hand with both hands, and slashed it down.

Thunder roared.

The black clouds in the sky dissipated under this sword, and only the mighty sound of the bell echoed.

The Sword of Heavenly City reappears!

The terrifying impact caused Huai Shi to slide back several meters, her arm cracked and blood flowed out. But he rushed forward again as if he was in no pain, and the ax in his hand was here again.

At this moment, there are the lingering sounds of the black clouds dissipating, the wail of thunder as it annihilates, the majestic sound of the entire foundry center, and even the ripples generated by the operation of the ivory tower frame.

And, his heartbeat, fluctuations in the essence, soul and even the power of the stigmata were all combined into one.

Since then, it has surpassed the past and bloomed with unprecedented brilliance!

In response, it was a sword like the bright sun rising from the horizon.

Ten thousand feet of radiance, and the pride that enveloped the world rested on this sword.

Slash towards the climax of the symphony!

That was the peerless swordsmanship that once shattered the entire border and Ganryu Island with one blow.

——Hiichi Knife!

"Look, that's it, Huai Shi."

As the terrifying waves spread, the old man's white hair danced in the wind, laughing excitedly, feeling joyful at the breakthrough of his opponent in front of him:

“You use it as a trump card to win, but you never realize that it is you.

——Remember, I am the ultimate will! "

Obviously she has a new understanding of her own power again, and she is obviously one step closer... But at this moment, Huaishi feels no joy or happiness in her heart.

Because of the old man in front of me.

Like lava spewing out again from a silent volcano, a dazzling light seemed to emerge from the dark eyes.

"Now, teaching time is over—"

Shangquan took a step forward and easily defeated Huaishi's counterattack again, "Next, it's time to suffer!"

boom!

Under the slashing of the back of the knife, the flail transformed into the big snake and the wolf's head whined, and was defeated and flew out.

The Blade of Resentment screamed and stabbed out again, but was blocked by Shangquan again.

Haydn's "Evening Symphony" collapsed instantly under the impact of this dissonance.

"Too straightforward and too rough, Huai Shi." He shook his head disdainfully: "Except for the drummer's method of exerting force, there is simply no skill at all."

But what responded to him was the thrilling four-tone sound of fate knocking on the door!

The combination of the Sword of the Seven Seas, the explosive hammer, the axe, and the strange sword - rose from the ground, shattered the old man's sword blade without any warning, broke through Shangquan's defense, and drove straight in.

For the first time, it forced him to take a step back.

But then, under the blocking of Broken Blade, it stopped in front of Shangquan's neck.

"This is art, old man, don't you know how to appreciate it?"

Huai Shi shook his head and retorted: "As long as it works, don't worry about it too much."

The Sword of the Seven Seas fell again.

The sound of tides and waves gathered on the blade, and the impact of mass knocked the old man back again, sliding him several meters away.

But still, he never hit his target.

——Neck.

"You're too obsessed with decapitation, boy."

He raised his hand and touched his dry and slender neck. It was like a straw, which would break with a little force. But it was this body that was on the verge of death that beat Huai Shi so hard that he was unable to fight back. force.

Now, he threw away the broken sword in his hand, pulled out one from the ground again, and swung it twice casually.

"Let me, instead of Luo Siwei, teach you a lesson."