please continue.

Let’s continue this arduous journey. I look forward to the day when the entire world will receive rain for our warriors!

I've seen that day, it's not too far away!

Hoo ho ho.

It's the sound of falling wind.

Wang Ao's eyelids kept drooping, and he kept struggling to hold them up, so the world in front of him flickered in and out.

Man is like a mayfly in the evening, and his spirit is like a candle in the wind.

He knows that everything must end, but the warrior's will must burn until the last moment.

Just at this time--

In this desolate world of martial arts, a steep peak rises!

This peak reaches the clouds, and on the top of the mountain stands an old man with gray hair but strong muscles.

Mohist warrior Shu Weijun!

Will he come to fight for the crossing?

Is he at this time?

At this moment, this old martial artist who has lived for more than a thousand years stands at the highest point of the martial arts where he has always stood, looking at the pinnacle scenery that he has always dreamed of.

Of course he couldn't see the "other shore" either, he could only see Wang Ao who was burning everything in this journey.

In the arduous journey of exploring the extreme realm, even the best martial artist in the world seems insignificant.

Before the passage of heaven, Wang Ao's fist seemed not strong enough.

Shu Weijun stood at the extreme height of the twenty-sixth level of martial arts, standing on the "this shore" that was similar to Wang Ao and jumped out.

The old man's white hair was floating in the hunting wind, and no one knew his mood at this time.

Only his naked upper body can be seen, his muscles are like hills and graves, and his raised arms are like supporting the peaks of the sky. His body seems to be connected to the thread that binds the world, and every breath can affect the world.

When he makes a move, all eyes turn to him.

And his left hand became a palm, and his right hand became a fist, and they were in one place, bowing to the falling Wang Ao from a distance——

"Warrior Shu Weijun, respect Wang Ao!"

When a gentleman lives, he values ​​the left, and when using troops, he values ​​the right. For good things, go to the left, and for bad things, go to the right. The right palm and left fist are used to determine life and death; the left palm and right fist are used to judge superiority and inferiority.

In the endless abyss, a peak immediately rose up, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, hanging upside down like a bottle. It just pushed it to Wang Ao's feet and caught him.

From this peak of martial arts, I would like to offer a toast to Wang Ao.

Shu Weijun came here not to fight for the road, not to take advantage of others' danger and cross the natural chasm by stepping on Wang Ao, but to give Wang Ao a ride! To give the highest respect of a warrior!

The heavy pressure of the extreme journey is all borne by this wine bottle-shaped peak of martial arts.

Standing at the extreme height of the 26th level of martial arts, Shu Weijun's muscles and bones all over his body made unbearable thuds.

He took a step for Wang Ao.

A thousand years of martial arts training, boxing, spear training and mind training!

The Mohist was majestic, clean and powerful, but today people do not respect the sages of the past.

Wang Ao, who was already exhausted, suddenly raised his eyelids and opened his eyes.

At this moment, it was as if the ancient beast had awakened, and the entire martial arts world was shaking.

On Hongzhong Peak in this world, energy and blood are rushing into the sky.

My warriors, when you regain your strength, your energy and blood will be like a mountain torrent!

At this time, in the world of martial arts, there was still a distant chasm between him and the tiny mountain shadow. But he stood unsteadily and held his fist.

He gritted his steel teeth and prepared for the final charge.

But in front of him, another peak rose up to give him a step up.

A figure wearing heavy armor, with thick eyebrows like peaks and wide eyes like the sea. He is holding a bronze long sword and a short sword hanging on his waist. Standing at the extreme height of the twenty-sixth level of martial arts, Tigo stepped forward.

Send off, with a sound like thunder: "Martial Master Wu Xun, send Wang Ao off!"

Wang Ao shattered the barrier of heaven, blasted away the eternal fog, and made the martial arts in the world believe that there is truly a peak in martial arts.

The prophecy that "this road is blocked" has been shattered ever since!

Figures at the pinnacle of martial arts such as Wu Xun and Shu Weijun can see clearly that none of them would be able to achieve Wang Ao's level.

Because only then did they understand that the foundation of martial arts development to this point is not thick enough and it has not truly reached its limit. They have surpassed the previous warriors, but they have not yet reached a position where there is no real way forward.

No matter who takes this step today, they will fall.

Only Wang Ao could be so close to the top.

They must recognize, and truly recognize, that Wang Ao is the number one martial artist in the world.

Therefore, if you are like Wu Xun who is also a martial artist, I also show you respect!

After Wu Xun waved his weapon, another mountain flew out.

That was the rising warrior in the north, the elegant and elegant Cao Yuxian.

He was wearing light armor and carrying a bow, with a long body and long hands. He quietly reached the peak of the twenty-sixth level of martial arts and stood parallel to Wu Xun and Shu Weijun.

He just turned his hand, and the long bow was already in his palm. The bow was long and slender, and it looked very light. It had a fragile feeling that it would break with a little force. It was doubtful how amazing the arrows it could send.

Cao Yuxian pulled the string with his hand, the bow was full of moon, and the arrow was like a shooting star——

"The title of warrior Cao Yu will open the way for Wang Ao!"

There was only an imperceptible sound when the string was lifted, as if it was threatening to destroy the slim body of the bow.

But after the arrow flew out, it roared like a tornado, rolled into an angry sea, swept away everything in sight, and once again penetrated the gathering eternal fog!

In front of Wang Ao's eyes, there was a clear sky. The mountain shadows in his eyes suddenly became very clear, majestic and concrete.

He stepped onto the peak sent by Wu Xun, climbed to a higher level, and had a clearer view of the summit, and another peak rose in front of him.

He was a man in rich clothes and a fine face, with a thin fan hanging from his waist. He looked so tired that it was difficult for people to trust his force.

But he is determined to stand no lower than any martial arts master in this world of martial arts.

His fan is thinner and longer than ordinary fans. It is made of meteorite iron. When it is not unfolded, it looks like a heavy ruler.

He didn't care about the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and didn't lament the sadness of spring and autumn. He just clasped his fists on the top of the mountain and looked at Wang Ao's back from a distance——

"Martial artist Ji Jinglu, respected as the number one martial artist in the world!"

In the past few decades, the definite present, and the foreseeable future, Wang Ao deserves this name.

Today Ji Jinglu does not fight for anyone, he only fights for the martial arts in his heart and offers the respect of a warrior.

Is the world of martial arts desolate?

Maybe now.

But it's not lonely.

Throughout the ages, warriors have always climbed it.

In all directions, there is always a resonance of martial intent.

Today, these four martial arts masters are standing on the "this side", standing where Wang Ao first set out. In fact, they can't see anything about the "other side" at all. They can only see a fallen martial artist. But they believe that Wang Ao has already seen it.

, I believe Wang Ao can arrive.

I also show my respect as a warrior and contribute my own strength.

They have no friendship with Wang Ao, they are just for military purposes.

And Wang Ao walked forward.

He really never thought that the final journey to the pinnacle of martial arts would be so easy.

Four other martial arts masters in the world joined forces to protect him.

He took a step forward and climbed up a level. When he stepped onto the martial arts peak given by Ji Jinglu, his peak was already in front of him.

In this last moment, he did not roar, did not shout, and was not violent. He did not sing or drink loudly, nor cried over the past. He just raised his feet and jumped lightly——

The martial arts peaks he stepped on fell one after another. The traces of his past footsteps connected yesterday, today and tomorrow. His physical condition still had not returned to its peak, but he easily withstood the weight of the last period of the extreme journey.

Pressed, firmly... landed on the ground.

What an understatement.

The long nights and pains of the past seemed insignificant.

The years to come, the life to come, are the scenery of another world.

It’s New Year’s Eve in the year 3928 in the Tao calendar.

The warrior king Ao has reached the top!
To be continued...