Chapter 93: The Summer Festival, the Strongest Battle
Chapter 93: Centennial Summer Festival, the Strongest Battle
Bai Langxing frowned, looking at the woman in green dress whom he had never met before, thinking, who are you?
Even though he was thinking this, when the words came to his lips and he was about to speak, strangely, he couldn't make any sound.
But there was no new wound on his throat, everything was intact as before. The force that prevented him from speaking seemed to come from his body's instinctive reaction.
The Immortal Monk knew nothing about Yu Sheng.
However, he is smarter than Bai Langxing in this regard, or more experienced.
Normally, when he was taken by a senior master to meet another senior master, he only needed to observe the subtle changes in the former's expression to determine the latter's identity and status.
Then he saw the solemnity in Gu Zhuo's eyes for the first time, and was slightly stunned.
He was very sure that during the previous battle between Gu Zhuo and Shen Jing Tiannv, when he was almost stabbed in the throat by the virtual sword that broke through the true energy barrier, he did not show such emotions... Who is this person?
Yu Sheng stopped.
“I still don’t understand it.”
She looked at Gu Zhuo and said, "Why are you doing this?"
Gu Zhuo said calmly: "Because I want to do this."
Yu Sheng looked at the straight cliff that was as clear as a mirror.
It was not yet dawn, and the darkest night had not yet arrived, but she seemed to be able to see her own shadow in it.
That is where the Xia Ji Heart Tribulation is located. If the candidates want to climb the mountain, it is a desperate road that they cannot avoid.
She whispered, "Is it because there's something there you don't want to see?"
Gu Zhuo did not answer.
Yu Sheng hadn't thought that he would be willing to speak, so he retracted his gaze, looked at him, shook his head and said, "It's not a good idea to do this."
Gu Zhuo remained silent.
Yu Sheng said: "I told you before, if you do something like this again, I will stop you."
Gu Zhuo raised his head, looked at her and repeated, "For justice?"
He had asked these four questions not long ago. At that time, Yu Sheng was silent for a moment, then smiled and refused to answer.
Now that the world's attention is gathered here, it is no longer a private conversation, he asked again.
Yu Sheng was quiet for a while and said, "I understand."
No one knew about the previous conversation except them.
So Wuque Monk and Bailangxing were stunned after hearing this.
Most of the people in Shendu were also stunned, wondering what on earth did you understand?
Until Gu Zhuo's voice sounded calmly.
"So I just want to remind you that what you and I do is essentially the same. It's not for the sake of so-called justice, nor for the sake of maintaining rules, but because you and I want to do this."
He looked at Yu Sheng and said, "So there is no good or bad between what you and I do, only victory and defeat."
Yu Sheng looked at him quietly and said softly, "You should know that what I said is not good because you deprive others of the possibility of moving forward."
Having said this, the woman in the green dress suddenly chuckled, with a hint of casualness in her smile, and then said something self-deprecatingly.
"It seems like I have cleared myself of the responsibility. Sorry."
Gu Zhuo said: "No need to apologize."
If he were Yu Sheng facing the current situation, he would not hesitate to use moral principles to pressure his opponent, hoping that his opponent would question himself until his mood becomes unstable, thus increasing his chances of winning the next battle.
Therefore, this set of methods is of no use to him.
Yu Sheng said, "Please."
Gu Zhuo said okay and put the black umbrella behind him.
The wind and snow came suddenly and violently, like a whirlpool.
The sea of clouds suddenly brightened and there was a rumble of thunder.
The strongest battle of the Centennial Summer Festival.
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The imperial study was completely silent because no one had left.
The queen made a long-awaited trip to Jinghai.
She sat beside the Emperor, looking at the vast lake in front of her, but her mood did not brighten. She said, "Is the fish about to get off the hook?"
His Majesty the Emperor nodded.
Fishing by destiny is certainly the most superior magical power in the world, but it is not omnipotent, and it certainly cannot make people stay stupid forever and cling to the false and beautiful world before their eyes.
The more variables there are, the easier it is for that false and beautiful world to break apart, waking up the enemies who are addicted to it.
But not everyone is qualified to become a variable or bring about variables.
Such people deserve special attention.
Then the Emperor asked, "I plan to let Pei Jinge take a closer look at this young man. What do you think?"
The queen pondered for a moment, shook her head and rejected the decision, saying: "Qing Xiaoyue should have finished most of the things he has on hand, let him take charge of this matter."
After a moment of silence, His Majesty the Emperor said, "As you say."
There are three directors in the Sky Patrol Department, one chief and two deputies.
The Qing Xiaoyue mentioned in this conversation was certainly not the Chief Director who had been silent for many years, but another Deputy Chief Director who was sitting on an equal footing with Pei Jinge and working indifferently in the darkness.
From beginning to end, neither of them mentioned the battle on Cangshan Mountain. All they talked about was how to deal with Gu Zhuo afterwards.
the reason is simple.
In the eyes of this couple, this battle will ultimately have only one outcome.
Yu Sheng wins.
There is no reason for Gu Zhuo to be undefeated.
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Yu Sheng’s way of fighting is very simple.
From a certain perspective, she and Gu Zhuo are even similar in spirit.
She did not wave her sleeves to summon countless virtual swords, her fighting style was extremely simple.
Terrifying in its simplicity.
The green skirt fluttered lightly, sweeping across ten feet.
It's like a banished immortal coming across the water.
Yu Sheng slapped him down with one palm.
Gu Zhuo looked at those five slender fingers and this seemingly weak palm, and his expression became more solemn.
He neither retreated nor avoided, but chose the most direct way to deal with it.
Fight back with your fist.
boom.
With a slight muffled sound, the palm fell on the fist.
Yu Sheng's body was still floating in the air, looking down from above.
Gu Zhuo stood on the ground, refusing to retreat an inch.
More than ten feet away, Bai Langxing looked at this scene with a frown in confusion, ready to ponder over it.
The next moment, he found that he didn't need to think anymore.
The flying snow in the sky suddenly stopped for a moment, then quickly retreated in all directions in fear. In the eyes of others, it was like millions of arrows shooting towards the entire world with those two people as the center.
Bai Langxing frowned and held his spear in front of him to block the snow arrows.
Compared to him, the Wuque monk was much more indifferent. He chanted scriptures silently in his heart and remained unmoved.
However, the next moment, the little monk's expression changed.
boom!
A gust of wind rose up like a raging wave, sweeping up the accumulated snow and causing it to fall down like a collapsing mast or oar, smashing down on one's head.
"What kind of perversion is this."
The young monk couldn't help but curse in his heart, then he clasped his hands together and released his true energy like a bell that enveloped himself.
Bai Langxing's expression was naturally worse than his.
If the aftermath of the head-on confrontation between these two people is so exaggerated, how terrifying would the center be?
The snow and dust were heavy, and the people watching the battle in the capital city shouted and cursed because they could not see the real battle scene between Gu Zhuo and Yu Sheng.
People could only see two figures in the snow dust.
The man in black was obviously Gu Zhuo, and the green figure opposite him was undoubtedly Yu Sheng.
The two of them were crossing and separating again at a very fast speed. With each crossing came a roar that was no less powerful than the initial one, and an invisible air wave rolled in.
The snow on the cliff has long disappeared, the stars are dim tonight, and the endless stretch of black soil does not bring any color. It looks like an abyss from a distance.
At this moment, the abyss is sinking continuously due to the fight between the two people.
I don’t know how long it took, but the thunder-like roar dissipated.
The Cangshan Mountain is quiet.
A snowman suddenly shook his body, revealing his true face.
That is a pure monk.
The little monk opened his eyes wide, looked at the unrecognizable cliff, then looked at the two people in the center of the battlefield, and once again confirmed a fact.
If he had been the one to be beaten, he would have been beaten out of Cangshan Mountain by now.
Bai Langxing's face looked extremely ugly.
The gap between him and Gu Zhuo was even greater than he had imagined.
There is something to say on the cliff.
Yu Sheng rubbed his wrist to ease the pain and said softly, "Although I've said it once before, I still don't quite understand it."
Gu Zhuo lowered his eyelids slightly, feeling the pain in his meridians, and shook his head and said, "I don't understand either."
The world was confused about this and didn't understand what the two of them were not understanding.
Only a handful of people guessed what he meant.
——They don’t understand why there is someone in this world who is as strong as themselves.
Yu Sheng suddenly asked, "Where are you going after the summer festival?"
Gu Zhuo said: "I have several ideas."
As they talked, the two men did not stay where they were, but walked on the black mud.
Yu Sheng said: "It seems that none of these places really suit your taste."
"Colorful clouds are easily dispersed and glass is fragile."
Gu Zhuo said calmly: "There is no such thing as perfection in this world."
These words were spoken without avoiding anyone. Even the Wuque monk and Bai Langxing, who were more than ten feet away, could hear them clearly. Naturally, the people in the capital of gods could hear them even more clearly.
On the flying boat, the representatives of all major sects except the Zen Sect were filled with excitement. Some of them even revealed a hint of fanaticism, and were even more determined to win Gu Zhuo.
Very few people looked at Yu Sheng, frowning slightly, wondering where on earth the eldest princess had found such a disciple.
Just as people were pondering this, the sound of conversation was heard again on the cliff.
"continue?"
"it is good."
"Let's just decide the winner."
"Ah."
The two said no more.
Yu Sheng stretched out his hand.
Not far away, the iron spear in Bai Langxing's hand suddenly trembled violently, then broke through the air and fell into her hands.
It was just such a simple thing, but when Yu Sheng held the iron spear, her still calm and gentle aura was filled with some indescribable unique meaning, which was fascinating.
Gu Zhuo looked at this scene and suddenly recalled a name left in the book.
More than a hundred years ago, the long-weak Qin State was on the verge of losing its power and was being chased by the world.
At that time, many strong men emerged in the world, and those names that were qualified to occupy long pages in history books fought with each other constantly during those years, leaving behind countless legends and anecdotes, and were given various honorific titles by later generations to praise their deeds.
Southern School of Swordsmanship, the sun on earth, fishing for life by the green lamp...
Among these nicknames that have been passed down to this day, there is one woman whose name is extremely simple, without any unnecessary modifiers.
God of war.
If we have to add two more words in front of this, it would be human, the human martial god.
Yes, that woman is the current Princess of Daqin.
Perhaps it is because of the passage of time, perhaps it is because the world is peaceful now, or for some other reason, people have almost forgotten that she had such a title and call her Her Royal Highness the Princess.
Only a very small number of elderly people keep the word "God of War" in mind and dare not forget it for a moment.
When Yu Sheng held the iron spear.
These two words naturally came to Gu Zhuo's mind.
Just at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out.
“I don’t think that’s fair.”
"so……"
Gu Zhuo listened to this familiar voice, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said, "Where is the sword?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light cut through the sky and stood in front of him.
"I don't know what you're doing, but please win."
Lin Wanyi smiled and said, "Because I've already lost today."
Gu Zhuo held the sword, feeling the girl's remaining body temperature, and nodded seriously.
Yu Sheng ignored it and asked, "Please?" Gu Zhuo said, "Come."
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Even though people had expected it, the intensity of the battle that entered the second phase after a brief pause still exceeded the imagination of most people and brought great shock.
Above the Cangshan Mountain, the clouds are dense and firm, and there is thunder hidden in them.
Occasionally, a ray of lightning would pour down from it, illuminating the scene on the cliff, which was shocking and shocking to the eyes.
Gu Zhuo did not choose to use his true energy to control the sword to launch a violent attack, because that would be seeking death.
When Yu Sheng held the iron spear and just swept and poked it casually, the terrifying power contained in it was enough to knock the flying sword into the mud, and it could not be pulled out in a short time.
Not to mention the three people who were also Dongzhen on the cliff, even the powerful people from various sects far away in the Divine Capital were surprised.
People looked at Gu Zhuo holding a sword in his hand, constantly resisting the terrifying tide of spear power, and fighting against the iron spear in Yu Sheng's hand like a swimming fish or flying crane. Their faces became more and more ugly.
At some point, a middle-aged strong man on the flying boat suddenly spoke up and sighed, "I'm already dead by now."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then they understood the meaning of this sentence.
If it was him who was Dong Zhen back then, he would not be able to block the previous shot, and the iron spear would have pierced his throat directly.
The reason why he said this and sighed like this was because he had participated in the Summer Festival and was the top three scholar that year.
"...I'm three moves ahead of you."
Someone nearby had an extremely bitter voice.
Then, the man looked at a young man in his prime and asked curiously, "What about you?"
This brother Wang’s full name is Wang Mo, and he was the first in a certain summer festival.
Before Gu Zhuo and Yu Sheng appeared today, he was recognized as the strongest person in the past ten summer festivals, with no one to rival him.
Wang Mo was silent for a long time, then said, "Now."
As soon as the words fell, a cry of surprise was heard in the land of God's Capital shrouded in darkness.
The battle situation on the cliff suddenly changed.
Yu Sheng's offensive seemed to have weakened. She tapped the ground with her toes and quickly retreated. Her green skirt rustled in the cold wind and she put away her iron spear.
Gu Zhuo rushed away quickly.
The knuckles of his hands were cracked, but the blood did not flow onto the sword, but was blown away by the strong wind.
At this time, he was very different from the past. His shoulder-length black hair danced wildly in the wind, his body was no longer clean and tidy, and he was a thousand feet away from the secular world.
However, he did not feel embarrassed at all now, and his aura was even stronger.
Easy to attack and defend.
A sword light suddenly appeared.
Gu Zhuo held the sword and moved forward, becoming one with the sword light.
This was his first official counterattack since the battle entered the second stage and he was suppressed by the iron spear.
Everyone knew that this sword must be powerful and might even decide the outcome of the fight.
Wang Mo, the former leader of the summer festival, had foreseen the existence of this sword, so he said the word "now".
He didn't think that he could take the sword back then, and believed that he would definitely lose.
This is also what most people think.
From Wangjing to Shendu, everyone has witnessed how powerful Gu Zhuo is. Even though Yu Sheng showed extremely terrifying strength in this battle, her previous 49 consecutive attacks had failed, and her momentum had already been exhausted. Defeat... seemed to be a foregone conclusion.
The sword light became brighter and brighter.
The world on the cliff, which was as dark as ink due to wind, snow and dark clouds, was greeted by a faint light due to the sword light.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment.
Taoist Zizai looked at Yu Sheng, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he subconsciously said, "No."
The next moment, the voice of the bitter boat monk rang out: "This is a trap."
As expected, as these two great figures from the Buddhist and Taoist sects spoke, the situation on the field changed again.
The iron spear that was retracted behind his back due to the exhaustion of the offensive suddenly jumped out from behind Yu Sheng again in an incredible way and stabbed out the fiftieth shot!
It is just like the elusive disappearance in Taoist classics.
The iron spear condensed into a ray of cold light. It was clearly fired later, but it arrived first.
Everyone knows that a sword is not as long as a spear.
Every inch is stronger.
If Gu Zhuo persists, before his sword pierces Yu Sheng's chest, an iron spear will appear in his throat.
This is not a mutual destruction.
Because he was killed by the iron spear first, his true energy would be slightly dissipated. Even if the sword light still went straight forward, Yu Sheng could use this momentary gap to find a glimmer of hope for himself.
That ray of hope was enough for her to survive, at the cost of severe injuries.
This seems to be the final outcome.
The gods were in complete silence.
Everyone held their breath spontaneously, not daring to take a breath, staring intently at the image projected on the screen.
At this moment, Pei Jinge shook his head slightly.
Why are you shaking your head?
Because the Gu Zhuo in her understanding would never stop there - Wang Jing had won thirteen consecutive victories, and he was a man who had made all the calculations behind every victory, so how could he not have thought of the existence of the fiftieth shot?
The one that escaped?
Once this is discovered, it is not worth fearing.
Pei Jinge's idea is right.
Just when everyone thought the outcome had been decided, and just when Xiu Hu Zhenren in the quiet little house in North City breathed a sigh of relief...
Gu Zhuo's sword momentum changed.
The sword light floated and slanted, as if blown sideways by a strong wind, and actually slashed towards the tip of the iron spear.
boom!
The sharper the edge, the more fragile it is.
An extremely harsh sound rang out, piercing the ears of everyone here!
After a slight obstruction, the sword light moved forward unwaveringly... and finally cut off the gun tip!
When an iron spear has no edge and becomes an iron stick, its power will naturally disintegrate.
Yu Sheng had no expression on his face.
She did not insist any longer. She turned her wrist slightly, turning the stab into a sweep, and hit the long sword hard.
A soft sound.
It turns out that the sword is broken.
Gu Zhuo looked indifferent.
He retreated without looking at the broken sword in his hand or saying a word.
After fighting to this point, the two men rested in silence.
After all, they are still Dong Zhen, and the amount of true energy in their bodies is limited. It is impossible and improbable for them to maintain such an offensive all the time.
If they can do it, then they should not be Dongzhen, or they should have used means beyond the Dongzhen realm.
There was dead silence on the cliffside.
The wind and snow refused to stop, and the cold became more and more intense.
The thunder hidden in the clouds fell at some point in time.
"It's time to finish."
Yu Sheng's voice sounded softly, without any sign of fatigue.
Gu Zhuo nodded calmly, his eyes bright.
When the two said this, the whole world knew that victory or defeat depended on the next move.
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The attitudes of His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Empress have never changed.
Until this moment, they still had unlimited confidence in Yu Sheng, but it was precisely this seemingly unreasonable strong confidence and trust and no questioning that made them really not expect the current stalemate.
When Yu Sheng said those four words...
Jinghai welcomed a rare silence, and the sounds of what happened afterwards were no longer heard.
His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress did not speak for a long time.
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On the cliff.
The Immortal Monk looked at the broken spear with a slightly joyful look in his eyes, and subconsciously said, "Good news."
Lin Wanyi guessed what he was thinking, shook her head and said, "Who said you can't kill someone without a gun?"
Bai Langxing remained silent, looking at the broken sword which still had a sharp edge.
For some reason, the three people present at this moment are very nervous, perhaps even more nervous than the two people who are about to compete. They sincerely hope to see the result they want to see.
However, there was silence in the room.
Only the sound of the wind.
Gu Zhuo looked at Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng looked at him.
Neither of them made any movement, as if they wanted to turn this moment into eternity, waiting for the other to die from exhaustion of lifespan.
This almost suffocating atmosphere made many people in the capital feel as if they were there, and they dared not even breathe.
sometime.
Just the next moment.
That time has come!
The lightning that had been hidden in the dark clouds until now finally broke through the sea of clouds and descended to the world.
The sky and the earth suddenly turned bright.
The darkness of night was completely dispelled, leaving no trace.
The lightning brought endless light, directly submerging the entire Cangshan Mountain and painting every dark corner with extreme brightness.
It is everywhere and penetrates every hole.
In this infinite light.
Yu Sheng seemed to have anticipated this. He floated up into the air more than ten feet high, holding his spear high.
The lightning came in an instant and gathered again at this moment to transform into the spear tip that was cut off by the long sword.
She turned her back to the sky, letting the thunder tear off her sleeves, and looked down indifferently at the people on the ground, preparing to throw a shot that would be like the wrath of heaven.
No hole can really withstand this shot.
Not even herself.
Gu Zhuo is naturally no exception.
At this moment, the earth that had become a sea of light in her eyes suddenly blossomed into a black flower, small and weak, but real.
The little black flower was floating in the sea of light.
White and black.
Light and darkness.
Gu Zhuo's breath disappeared.
Yu Sheng frowned slightly.
She did not hesitate, was not surprised, and did not think more, because she no longer had time.
She threw the shot towards the cliff, in the direction that Dao Xin pointed.
The gun fell.
The wind falls.
Thunder also falls!
Amid the roar, the iron spear, carrying with it wind and thunder, sank into the Cangshan Mountain, and the cliff began to collapse.
Amidst the continuous loud noises, ruins were created in the blink of an eye, with smoke and dust rising everywhere. The three people on the cliff were nearly killed on the spot by the aftermath and were eliminated.
Below the cliff, an avalanche was occurring, sweeping away countless people.
Yu Sheng’s true energy was exhausted and he returned to the earth.
She stood in the ruins, watching Gu Zhuo put down the black broken umbrella in his hand, and remained silent for a long time.
She had asked Gu Zhuo not long ago why he insisted on carrying this umbrella, but she didn't expect that the answer would eventually be true for herself.
The reason why she lost Gu Zhuo's breath at the most critical moment was because of the appearance of that little black flower, and that black flower was this broken umbrella.
"You lost."
Gu Zhuo looked at her and his voice became extremely hoarse.
Yu Sheng remained silent.
Gu Zhuo said: "Actually, there is one thing that is quite a pity."
"please say."
Yu Sheng looked at him.
Gu Zhuo said with regret: "The compensation you gave me before seems to be useless today."
(End of this chapter)