Chapter 57 Under the Heavy Armor
Chen Yue frowned deeply.
He was surprised.
The deserted garden and the stone house themselves originated from a bet between him and He Xiuxing in the stone house when the old dynasty changed to the new dynasty.
The formation here was personally deployed by him, and every rune that attracted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was condensed with his own true energy. He knew that He Xiuxing had the ability to break the formation, but he did not expect that He Xiuxing would actually use these powers instead.
But this is definitely not the first time he was surprised to be tonight.
What surprised him from the beginning, or was worried about him, was his attitude towards cultivation.
He Xiuxing had known that he would come for a long time and had been waiting for this battle.
His mood fluctuated a little.
However, for him, such a battle was already his instinct.
He reached out his hand.
His old fingers began to shine, emitting a light that most practitioners in this world could not imagine.
The holy and dazzling light was generated one by one in his hand, turning into a small sword of light.
Every time the sword in his hand grows, the transparent crystalline cuts through the weeds and cuts into front of him will be reduced by one point.
The cut weeds drifted in the air and had not yet fallen, and the transparent crystal lines had completely disappeared.
The little sword in his hand was still so bright, not like a human being, just like the bright moonlight in the sky being held by him.
Blood mist quietly formed in the wrinkles on his face, and then quickly dissipated, like a breeze dissipated in the night.
He looked at the blood mist that appeared and disappeared in front of him, but his mood became absolutely calm. Many things need to be cared for on weekdays, just like being hurt. However, since he was destined to leave the world this night, why should he care about these things?
The stone house collapsed.
Each hard rock was shattered neatly, scattered into countless small blocks, each like the kind of dice in a casino.
He Xiuxing stood among the gravel on the ground, bathed in the moonlight, and looked at Chen Yue calmly, looking at the sword in his hand.
"You originally asked the Nantianyuan to move the courtyard at the end of the month. It would be at least ten days left. I guess it made me feel that I still have enough time to leave. Then you suddenly started a sudden attack today, so I was so sleepy here."
He Xiuxing looked at Chen Yue with a smile, "But have you ever thought that it is because of this arrangement that I am more sure that you no longer have time and that your body has reached its limit faster than I imagined."
The breath of green grass began to permeate the entire wasteland in this deep spring.
Originally, the weeds grew, and the deserted garden seemed extremely desolate. However, when all the weeds were cut off and even the stone house disappeared, the deserted garden seemed even more lonely and colder.
"Why don't you think the other way around? All I have done is to give you the courage to stay and fight me." Chen Yue said indifferently: "You have been defeated by you all your life because you are too proud. For you, killing someone like me with your own hands is completely different from waiting to hear the news of my old age."
"For me, the victory or defeat is not here, so all this is meaningless." He Xiuxing laughed, "The greatest pleasure of a person like you and me comes from whether the whole world is walking according to your and my will."
Chen Yue stopped talking.
He took a deep breath and looked at He Xiuxing's eyes.
In the sky above the deserted garden, thick dark clouds as thick as lead were quickly reunited, and countless thunders were surging inside.
These two beings above the divine confusion seem to be still to anyone's eyes, but in an instant, in the world of spiritual perception, they have fought countless times.
"In the end, this will still happen."
Chen Yue shook his head, he lowered his head and his eyes fell on the shiny sword in his hand.
He Xiuxing narrowed his eyes slightly.
He is the only practitioner in the same realm who can match Chen Yue. Of course, he understands where Chen Yue's feelings come from.
Chen Yue and him have not killed anyone for many years.
It has been more than a few years since I have never used this purest way of fighting to kill people like ordinary practitioners.
A bright flame began to ignite from the sword in Chen Yue's hand.
The extremely flushed true elements rub and squeeze each other, creating an unimaginable temperature.
In the next moment, Chen Yue's figure had disappeared from the spot.
The sword in his hand seemed to tear apart the boundary between space and time, and went directly to Chen Yue.
Facing the most terrifying sword in the world, He Xiuxing just stretched out his hand and waved his palms expressionlessly, slapped the sword like a flying fly.
His palms turned completely silver, unlike the skin on earth.
Although he is not a practitioner who becomes a saint in pure flesh, for him, that is just a different path in the path of cultivation. He is still the most powerful practitioner in the world. When the true energy in his body is also one of the most powerful in the world, his body naturally becomes his most trusted weapon.
The palms and swords intersect.
A crisp metal tremolo sounded.
Both of them seemed to have turned into feathers and flew out into the sky behind them.
A huge roar and air wave exploded at the intersection of the palms and swords after the two flew out several feet back.
The dark clouds pressing on this wasteland were like someone stirred up with a huge stick. Countless lightning bolts as thick as arms immediately bombarded the wasteland.
The dagger in Chen Yue's hand was still bright, but all the wrinkles on his body were sprinkling blood mist.
When lightning illuminates the night sky around him, in the world outside him, blood-stained daisies are constantly blooming.
He Xiuxing's right hand was still stretched out, but the fingertips to the entire palm were covered with fine cracks.
The silver light faded, and no blood flowed out of these cracks, but it was too pale, but his palms seemed like broken porcelain.
There was a tremor.
A flash of lightning fell on a burly figure.
Lightning fell on the surface of the decaying armor, blooming countless hairsprings, and cleaning up all the rust.
The general wearing the old armor of the previous dynasty was like a demon god appearing in the demon realm. I don’t know which night wind appeared. When the lightning fell on him, he was in mid-air, and the two swords in his hand had been raised and slashed.
His pair of swords was big, just like two flags on the battlefield.
Lightning was lingering on the pair of swords, and they were extremely powerful and came to Chen Yue's back!
Compared with his pair of swords, the flying Shen Yue at this time was like a fragile butterfly.
However, Chen Yue's face was indifferent and even shook his head gently.
His left palm slapped back lightly.
Compared with this pair of swords, his entire right arm naturally looks very thin and short.
Before anyone's eyes or perceptions fell on him, his palm would never fall on the general.
This general naturally had the same perception.
So he felt confused.
His sword was still slashing, but his eyes were involuntarily falling on himself.
He saw the heavy armor on his abdomen sinking.
In the next moment, the heavy armor on his body flew out like flying butterflies.
He still held two swords in his hand, but the sword had lost its power, and the distance between the sword's edge and Shen Yue was constantly getting farther and it was impossible to touch the other party's body again.
A chaotic sound began to sound in his body, which was the sound of flesh and blood shattering.
Chen Yue looked at the general who flew out in dejection.
However, when he saw the general's face clearly, his mood once again showed no fluctuations.
He was surprised.
And this was the most shocking surprise he had never expected.
He Xiuxing raised his head.
Chapter completed!