Chapter 2001 The Battle Is Over

The Tiantian Palace disciples watching the battle were so uncomfortable that they almost wanted to vomit blood. They clearly felt that Han Sen's strength was not as strong as Lone Bamboo, but they felt that they were evenly matched, which was complicated and contradictory.

The many king-level elders were all surprised when they saw the aura emanating from Han Sen.

They have the same feelings as ordinary Heaven Suppressing Palace disciples, but they can see it more clearly.

Han Sen's absolute strength is indeed not as good as the Lone Bamboo who has been promoted to Marquis, but instead of being suppressed, his artistic conception and momentum have become more solidified and stronger.

As Lone Bamboo's Saber Intent continued to rise, Han Sen's artistic conception also continued to change, and he was never suppressed by Lone Bamboo.

The artistic conception of the two is too terrifying, and it has condensed the essence visible to the naked eye. Those Tiantian Palace disciples who watched the battle, what they saw in their eyes seemed to be no longer Lone Bamboo and Han Sen confronting each other, but a fierce flame The evil ghost confronted a jade-white light and shadow, and under the collision of the two terrifying auras, it seemed that the alternation of night and day, the blending of black and white, neither of them could take advantage of it, nor could they suppress either of them. .

boom!

The two forces seemed to be pushed to the limit at the same time, breaking a certain boundary, and the artistic conception created by the dream beast was not able to block the aura of the two of them. The two auras spread out, making many disciples of Zhentian Palace feel as if their brains were about to explode. of.

"Roar!" Gu Zhu roared, holding the ghost tooth knife with both hands, and raised it high above his head, with the terrifying power that had broken through the limit, he was about to slash at Han Sen.

Yun Changkong and the rest of the elders smiled wryly to themselves. If this knife is cut down, a tragedy will inevitably happen, and there is no room for it.

The Lord of Tiantian Palace also sighed secretly, stood up from the chair, and was ready to intervene.

The jade sword in Han Sen's hand pointed at the lonely bamboo, as unshakable as a mountain, his eyes were clear without any fear or retreat.

But Lone Zhu's expression was ferocious, the man and the knife merged into one, and the ferocious flame shot straight into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

When everyone thought that Lone Bamboo was going to cut off the knife, the Ghost Tooth Knife was frozen in the air and could not be cut off. Lone Bamboo's eyes were fixed on Han Sen, or the jade sword in Han Sen's hand , the complex emotions inside are fluctuating.

On the shady green grass, an eight or nine-year-old girl with big double braids was holding a jade sword, practicing sword skills clumsily and jerkyly. Sitting down on the ground, he threw away the jade sword and rubbed his eyes.

"Why is Wan'er crying again?" A smiling boy squatted in front of the little girl, stretching out his palm to press the little girl's head and asked.

"Brother, I don't practice swords anymore, that stinky sword bullies me." Wan'er said angrily, wiping away her tears.

"Why does the sword bully you? It is your most loyal little partner, as long as you treat it well, it will listen to you." The boy picked up the jade sword and said.

Wan'er pursed her lips and said, "Wan'er has treated it very well, wiped it clean every day, and even scented it, but it just doesn't listen to Wan'er, it's so pissed off."

The young man chuckled, took the jade sword to the side grass, and waved it casually. The jade sword was elegant and agile in his hand, like a dragon hovering and flying.

"Wan'er, to be really kind to it is to understand it, not Xiangxiang." The boy restrained his sword, handed the jade sword back to the girl, and rubbed her head.

"I don't care, it hates it the most anyway, it doesn't listen to Wan'er, it only listens to my brother." Wan'er muttered, but there was a smile in her big eyes.

...

In the small courtyard, the young man lay decadently by the pool, vomiting continuously, as if he was about to vomit out bile.

"Brother, why are you drinking like this again?" A girl with big braids came out of the house and ran to the young man anxiously, trying to help him up.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." The young man muttered indistinctly.

"Brother, a temporary failure is nothing. I know you are the best. You will definitely be able to win again. You have to cheer up." The girl helped the young man with a serious look on her face.

But the boy had already fallen to the ground, and he couldn't get up no matter how he helped him.

The girl pulled it several times, but she couldn't pull it up, so she ran into the house, took a quilt and covered the young man, sat beside the young man, looked at the stars in the sky, and prayed devoutly: "If this world is really There is a god, Wan'er begs you to help my brother and let him regain his strength, no matter what Wan'er is asked to do, Wan'er is willing."

Under the moonlight, the young man was lying on the ground, with a tear falling from the corner of his eyes closed.

"Wan'er..." Gu Zhu stared at Yu Jian and his lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound at all, but there were countless complex emotions intertwined and colliding in his eyes.

"I can't fall...I can't just fall here...Even if I die...Even if there is only a strand of my soul that is as dirty as mud...I must go down..." Gu Zhu's teeth chattered , but his eyes became more and more determined.

The horrible ghost-like blade flame condensed in the air, instead of cutting it down, it gradually subsided.

"Lone Zhu seems to be a little more awake!" The woman beside the Palace Lord Suppressing Heaven made a surprised voice.

Yun Changkong and the other elders were all beaming with joy, but it was only a momentary surprise.

The inner demons are already so deeply planted, and even the state of mind of a king may not be able to completely suppress them. It is rare for Guzhu to have a trace of clarity at this time, so how can he suppress the inner demons.

Han Sen looked at Lone Bamboo, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. Lone Bamboo managed to control the inner demon that was about to erupt completely at the last moment, after all, he did not sink completely.

Lone Zhu's body trembled, as if he was experiencing some kind of unspeakable pain, and the terrifying negative emotions and saber intent were slowly returning to his body.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Gu Zhu forcefully suppressed the evil ghost-like demon back into his body, and his whole body looked even more terrifying than the evil ghost.

The princes and nobles of Zhentian Palace were both surprised and delighted, they couldn't imagine how Gu Zhu did it.

Han Sen also restrained his strength, lowered his jade sword and looked at Lone Bamboo, and all the aura in the martial arts field disappeared for a while.

Gu Zhu threw the ghost tooth knife at Han Sen, and said lightly: "I have been promoted to Marquis, so I shouldn't continue to fight. You won this battle."

Han Sen caught Ghost Yadao and returned the Jade Sword to Gu Zhu.

Gu Zhu took the jade sword, wiped it lightly, and carefully put it back into the scabbard, as if the jade sword was the most expensive treasure in the world.

Looking at Lone Bamboo's leaving back, Han Sen murmured to himself: "There is a ghost sealed in his body, but an angel lives in his heart, a strange man."

No one thought that such a thrilling battle would end in this way, but this will not affect their inner excitement in the slightest.

Long after this battle ended, it was still often mentioned, but all the Tiantian Palace disciples who watched this battle remembered the two figures, and perhaps they would never forget them in their lifetime. 8)