Chapter 208: Fight Between Gods (Asking for Monthly Votes)

The rumbling movement went straight north in the vast mountain forest, startling countless birds.

Yan Shijun fled in front.

Yang Ge chased behind.

Those who escaped lost half their lives and were out of breath.

The one who was chasing him was still walking around the courtyard without even taking a breath.

In fact, if Yang Ge was really determined to catch up and chop Yan Shijun with a knife, he could actually catch up to that guy.

Although he is not as familiar with this mountain forest as Yan Shijun, those who fly in the sky are always faster than those who run on the ground...

Yan Shijun's blazing aura, which was as strong as fire cooking oil, was as obvious as the smoke of beacon fire in the vast mountain forest, and there was no possibility of being chased or lost.

But he was thinking that this guy was running so hard, as if there was a way out, and he wanted to see if this guy could take him to meet the mysterious person behind the Five Poison Sect...

You're already here, why don't you talk to the real owner for a few words?

It would be best to bring the whole family together, and he would also go back to the road pavilion neatly to celebrate the New Year.

Lest he kill Yan Shijun's Huilu Pavilion with his front foot, and a new leader of the Five Poison Sect pop up from his back foot to continue causing trouble... That would be such a hassle!

It's just a matter of one day early or one day late. Yang Ge can afford to wait.

The two chased each other over mountains and across rivers, approaching villages and towns several times. Yan Shijun, who was out of strength, wanted to change his way into the village and use the people in the village and town to order Yang Ge to throw a rat weapon, but Yang Ge suddenly accelerated and rushed forward to fight. I have to run around with my head in my arms and scream...

After receiving a few severe beatings, Yan Shijun guessed what Yang Ge was thinking, and he accepted his fate and continued to secretly lead Yang Ge straight to the northeast.

The two of them chased and escaped for most of the day.

Yang Ge no longer knows where he is now, but the mountains he can see are getting fewer and fewer, the farmland is getting more and more, and the temperature is getting lower and lower...

"Hey, Lao Yan, how far away are your reinforcements?"

Yang Ge glanced at the sun setting in the west, took out a cold steamed bun from the dry food bag on his waist, gnawed on it and shouted loudly: "Would you like to sit down and eat something, take a breath, and then continue on your way? Don't worry, I'll I promise not to take advantage of others’ danger, and I will definitely wait until you find your reinforcements before killing you!”

Yan Shijun in front was not as leisurely as him. Grandmasters indeed had strong Qi, but they couldn't bear the torment of running more than a thousand miles in one go.

Moreover, he was running for his life, and he didn't dare to have the slightest idea of ​​conserving his strength. Along the way, he was spraying out his zhenqi as if he was free of money. If he could persist in spraying it until now, he already had a strong zhenqi!

Not to mention, he was beaten several times along the way...

By this time, he was almost exhausted. From forty or fifty steps away, Yang Ge could hear the man's hoarse and violent breathing like a broken bellows.

But even though he was about to reach the end of the mountain, Yan Shijun heard Yang Ge's shouts, but he was still trying his best to squeeze out the remaining vitality, and flew forward with both hands and feet.

"Hey, you really treat your kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Yang Ge gloated and mocked, Zhu Bajie swallowed the steamed bun in his hand into his stomach like a ginseng fruit, then suddenly accelerated, and appeared behind Yan Shijun like a ghost.

There was a flash of light from the sword, and a whole left arm rose into the sky with a cloud of blood.

Yan Shijun screamed "Ouch" on the spot, and his staggering figure immediately rushed out far away like a human cannon.

"Since you refuse to rest, then work harder!"

Yang Ge followed him leisurely with the knife in hand, keeping the distance so that he could clearly see Yan Shijun's back: "I'll cheer for you!"

"Fuck your mother..."

The furious Yan Shijun finally couldn't help but cursed.

However, as soon as the word "mother" came out of his mouth, Yang Ge's figure appeared behind him again.

"Pfft."

Another flash of sword light flashed by, and Yan Shijun's right arm held the sword and rose into the sky.

"Ahhhh..."

Yan Shijun let out a heart-rending cry, exploded the remaining true energy and rolled up a sword light into the sky, wailing desperately: "Ancestor, save your grandson!"

The heart-rending wails, with the blessing of true energy, echoed like rolling thunder through the mountains and forests and spread for miles...

Yang Ge, who was behind him, had already chased him and flew up into the air, but he turned back, caught the fallen right arm, and removed the cold sword from the broken arm.

He held the sword in his hand and waved it lightly against a stubborn stone. He felt that it felt as smooth as cutting konjac with a sharp knife.

But the stubborn stone as big as a water tank split into two silently!

"What a sword!"

Yang Ge happily praised: "Yang Erha will definitely like this sword."

He held a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, looking left and right. Finally, he cast his eyes on the scabbard on Yan Shijun's waist, and suddenly laughed out loud... However, Yan Shijun was flying like a jet fighter at the moment, spraying air on both sides at the same time. Two large streams of spring-like blood flew forward.

This situation caused a dead old stalker to suddenly pretend to be a corpse and attack him.

"Hey, we had a good chat, why do we need to spray pesticides?"

He bent his knees and jumped up, rolled up a dazzling sword energy to catch up with Yan Shijun, touched his two strong thighs with the sword, then grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him into his hand, kindly returned the sword to its sheath, and Teng He took action to seal off the major points all over his body to stop the bleeding.

Then he inserted the sword into the scabbard at his waist, took off the scabbard and put it into his belt, and patted the sword with satisfaction.

"What did you just shout?"

He shook the dull and lifeless stick in his hand: "Is it your home?"

Yan Shijun looked up at him, and his eyes suddenly shot out resentful hatred: "Hehe, hahaha..."

He laughed crazily, and his laughter was even more hysterical than before.

Yang Ge looked at him, stroking his chin stubble and said: "Have you read history books?"

Yan Shijun just laughed crazily and ignored his question at all.

Yang Ge continued: "Do you know how the concubine Qi of Emperor Gaozu of Han Liu Bang died?"

Yan Shijun was still laughing crazily, not knowing whether he didn't understand or didn't care.

Yang Ge was about to say a few more words, but suddenly he raised his eyelids and looked straight ahead, and saw a lush sword light like a rainbow piercing the sun, which swept from the distant mountains to more than 20 feet in front of Yang Ge in an instant, then suddenly stopped and slowly dissipated.

Yang Ge's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this!

It is said that an expert can tell the quality of a move with just one move. The sword light just now turned from extremely dynamic to extremely quiet, as if it were light, free and easy, without any sense of reluctance... It's like a car stopping at a speed of 300 yards per hour, and the car body neither slides forward due to inertia nor deforms due to sudden braking.

To be honest, he can't do it.

At least he can't do it as easily as the visitor!

Before the sword light faded, the wildly laughing Yan Shijun had already started to cry loudly: "Please, ancestor, avenge my grandson, and cut this beast into pieces and smash his bones..."

"Ka Ba!"

With a crisp sound of bones, the howling stopped abruptly.

Yang Ge slowly withdrew his palm from the top of Yan Shijun's head with a smile... No, it should be on the chest, no, it should still be on the top of the head.

It is difficult to tell whether it is on the chest or the top of the head, because Yan Shijun's head has sunk into the chest...

Twenty feet away, an old man with white hair and beard said lightly in a thick Jiujiang accent: "Little kid is so arrogant."

Yang Ge looked at the person who came and quickly determined... This is a very old man.

He can be sure of this not only because of the person's long silver-white hair like snow, after all, it is not only the old people who have white hair, but also albinos and Shamatte.

Mainly because of the visitor's eyes that were as deep as an ancient well, without any emotion.

All mammals have emotions in their eyes, even cats and dogs have simple emotions in their eyes, such as confusion, happiness, fear, anger...

And the eyes of the old man in front of him were like a pair of dark glass beads. Even when he slapped Yan Shijun's head into his chest in front of the old man, there was no ripple in his eyes, as if he had killed not an outstanding descendant who called him ancestor, but just an unknown weed on the roadside.

This is terrible!

Whether this old man has understood the seven emotions and six desires, or has reached a state of mind where he can perfectly control his emotions...

It's terrible!

What's even more bizarre is that the appearance of the visitor is the exact opposite of his white beard and calm eyes. He has full muscles, tight skin, and strong facial features. If he had given his hair a hair treatment and disguised himself as a young man in his early twenties, it wouldn't have been very out of place...

Yang Ge silently pressed his palm on the hilt of Leng Yue's sword: "I want to be good-tempered, but you insist on being aggressive!"

The visitor replied indifferently: "If you want to reach the top, you must endure the pain. A little wind and rain will cause the wrath of thunder and lightning, and you will act recklessly. If you do what you want and don't know how to restrain yourself, how can you become a peak of ten thousand feet, stand alone from the world, and live forever?"

Yang Ge narrowed his eyes, slowly raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "Are you teaching me a lesson?"

The visitor also chuckled : "Do you think I'm unworthy?"

Yang Ge nodded: "To be honest, you really are unworthy!"

The man pondered for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves with regret: "Well, since you don't understand the classics, I know a little bit of boxing, maybe I can help you wake up and turn over a new leaf."

The smile on Yang Ge's mouth slowly spread, turning into a wild laugh: "Old man, you are seriously ill, quickly stretch your head over here, let me chop you three hundred times, and help you become an immortal!"

He released the suppression of his own Qi, and the Tai Chi Yuan Shen in his Dantian opened his eyes and glared, and the Tai Chi Yin Yang fish behind him began to spin wildly like a clockwork, and the terrifying Qi made the Yuan Qi of the heaven and earth around him turbulent, and a virtual image of a hundred-foot Yin Yang fish appeared behind him.

"The true meaning of Tai Chi?"

The visitor stared at the virtual image behind Yang Ge with wide eyes, and his calm eyes suddenly burst into a fiery joy: "Good, good, my way is not alone, my way is not alone!"

He laughed loudly, waved his sleeves and rolled up thousands of sword qi, just like a blue lotus blooming in the sky, rushing towards Yang Ge.

Seeing this, Yang Ge's eyes burst into a sense of joy at seeing the prey: "Good, good, this is the right way, this is the right way!"

He raised the Cold Moon Sword and moved forward. In an instant, countless war horses seemed to neigh in the void, and the wind and clouds were surging. Countless black air turned into a virtual image of thousands of troops and flags covering the sky, and they rushed towards the blue lotus in the sky.

From a distance, the collision of two mighty visions in the sky was like the intersection of two rain clouds, and like the intersection of two clear and turbid sea water.

"Boom!"

A muffled roar resounded through the sky, and a ripple like a silk thread exploded in the air. The strong shock wave set off a fierce wind, and wherever it passed, the mountains and plains were bent!

The two figures kept crossing back and forth in the ripples, colliding with each other at a high frequency, and rushed to the sky from the air.

Yang Ge only felt that the sword energy of Lao Deng was brisk and accurate, like the wind and clouds, unpredictable, and like the horns of an antelope, leaving no trace.

The old man only felt that the sword energy of this young man was fierce and unparalleled, like a stormy sea, magnificent and vast, and like a large brush splashing ink, bold and unrestrained.

The two fought faster and faster, and the more fierce they fought!

From mid-air to above the clouds, tearing several miles of sea of ​​clouds.

Then fell from the sea of ​​clouds to the ground, flattening several miles of hills.

Even though Yang Ge's Tai Chi Qi was strong and profound, and his recovery ability was amazing, he was unable to withstand such an intense battle at this moment, and gradually fell into a disadvantage...

"Eternal longevity!"

So, after a short and frequent fight, Yang Ge forced himself to raise his Qi and turned around, swinging out a red knife with a knife of 80 feet, trying to overwhelm others and turn the tide.

The white-haired old man on the other side saw this, and without dodging, he swung out a green and dripping sword Qi of 100 feet with one hand, blocking Yang Ge's 80-foot knife Qi head-on.

The two terrifying Qi forces were controlled by two top masters of the time, and the Qi forces spanned dozens of feet without any leakage, as if two laser weapons collided with each other, and there was no winner!

Yang Ge felt the pressure from the Leng Yue sword, knowing that this sword might not be able to defeat Lao Deng, but he still held down the Leng Yue sword with both hands without hesitation, and rushed forward with the sword energy...

"Open!"

He roared with a ferocious look and red face, and the murderous aura around him surged. The ferocious black dragon that slaughtered cities and destroyed countries reappeared and poured into the sword energy. The red sword energy immediately ignited black flames, and the power was raised again.

This sword is not Yang Ge's strongest move.

But it is definitely Yang Ge's strongest state.

The white-haired old man on the other side sensed the shaky meaning of the sword energy, chanted a string of scriptures that Yang Ge could not understand, pressed his left hand on his right arm, and the green sword energy flashed with blazing thunder and lightning on the spot. He also did not give in and withstood the pressure of the red and black sword energy, and faced Yang Ge.

The two men approached each other face to face, and the Qi in their hands was compressed and condensed crazily, and finally turned into two balls of dazzling flames that seemed to be real, confronting each other in the air.

At this moment, every second seemed to be particularly long.

Yang Ge, who had not felt the thief's empty house for a long time, bit his back teeth tightly, desperately squeezed every bit of his Tai Chi Qi, injected it into the sword Qi in his hand, trying to break the thunder sword Qi in front of him.

But no matter how hard he tried, the thunder sword Qi was like an indestructible towering mountain blocking him in front of him, and he couldn't move forward!

What made him even more disappointed was... he didn't know whether the white-haired old man on the opposite side was using his full strength!

Because every time he exerted force again, the white-haired old man on the opposite side would also exert force again, and each time he exerted force, it was not more or less, just suppressing him!

He was not a rookie in the martial arts world who had just entered the rivers and lakes. One side went all out, and the other side was at ease. Of course, he knew what this meant.

‘We can’t waste time like this any longer…’

A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately gritted his teeth and shouted, “Break!”

“Bang!”

The red flame sword energy exploded, pulling the thunder sword energy that was in a stalemate to death, and turned into rolling waves of light that illuminated the dozens of miles of mountains and forests!

However, because the red flame sword energy exploded first, Yang Ge also suffered a loss and took a wave of residual energy. He immediately spit out a large mouthful of blood and flew backwards with the residual energy.

Fortunately, the residual energy like a raging wave also blocked the white-haired old man’s eyes and figure.

When the halo dissipated and the dust settled, the white-haired old man stood in the air and looked around, but where could he find Yang Ge?

He raised his right arm and looked at the torn sleeves, chuckling with interest: "Young people are promising, young people are promising..."

He raised his eyelids, looked at the afterglow in the sky, turned around and turned into a lush sword energy, sweeping towards the distant mountains.

After a long time, in the forest where the white-haired old man stood, Yang Ge broke out of the ground, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood and dirt, panting and climbing out of the pit with his hands and feet: "My passionate horse, my passionate horse, Shen Laoer has misled me, Shen Laoer has misled me, if this fucking master is still a master, I will chop off Shen Laoer's head and kick it like a ball!"