Chapter 25 Chapter 25

Mount Gang Rinpoche. The blue dome opened slowly, but it was so close, as if it could be touched with one hand.The setting sun looked extraordinarily huge and round, dotting the sky heavily, stretching the sky even tighter.The setting sun in the sky is extremely dazzling, and clouds hang down around the sun halo, but they are strangely red, like countless bright red blood streaks seeping from the setting sun, dyeing the azure blue sky with spooky beauty and terror. The white snow on the ground is like a huge mirror, reflecting the wonders of the sky.The remnant clouds dye the sky red, and also the earth.On the top of the peak, a huge rock rises abruptly above the ground, straight to the blue sky.

And on this rock, a person stood tall, with clothes fluttering in the wind, like the purest white cloud freely rolling at the end of the sky, but it was more eye-catching than this falling snow. Yang Yizhi. Standing alone on this rock, he seemed to have been waiting for a long time.The setting sun cast a brilliant shadow on him, as if his figure had been integrated into the blue sky of snow peaks since ancient times. Kick, click, under the huge snow rock, there was a slight sound of horseshoes. A young monk, leading a white horse with his guru sitting on the horse's back, walked towards where Yang Yizhi was.Behind them, dozens of eminent Tibetan monks followed.They didn't walk fast, and they seemed to be seriously injured, but the expressions on their faces were extremely solemn.

Yang Yizhi frowned, the place where he and Zhuo Wangsun met to fight, except for a very few people in the martial arts, no one knew about it, not to mention the fact that the Central Plains martial arts and the various sects of Tibetan Buddhism were rarely involved, how could these Tibetan secret masters suddenly Appearing on top of this vast snow peak? The guru on the white horse got off the horse, cupped his hands and said to Yang Yizhi: "President Yang. I'm at Baimo in Ganden Monastery." Yang Yizhi returned the courtesy and said, "Master." Master Baimo sized up Yang Yizhi for a moment, with a rather complicated expression on his face, and finally sighed, saying: "Leader Yang is taking on the important task of the righteous way of the martial arts this time, and making an appointment with Master Zhuoge on the top of the God of War Mountain. admirable.

Yang Yizhi smiled indifferently: "The younger generation's responsibility, the master speaks seriously." "However—" Master Baimo watched him, the smile on his face gradually faded, revealing a bit of indifference: "Baimo wants to boldly ask the leader, facing such a heavy task, the leader asks himself whether he has the confidence to win?" Yang Yizhi frowned slightly: "The master doesn't trust the junior?" Master Baimo said indifferently: "How about the leader's martial arts? Baimo is far away in Tibet, so he has not seen it in person, let alone. However, it is rumored in the world that the leader and Master Zhuo are very friendly. It is a journey together and has gone through many hardships. It can be called a friend in need. It is a pity that this duel is not a matter of martial arts, but a judgment of life and death. The lifeline of the martial arts depends on the leader's sword, but even if the leader wins, he thinks that he Can I cut off this sword at that time?"

Yang Yizhi was silent for a moment, and said: "As far as Yang is concerned, of course he doesn't want to. But Mr. Zhuo's murder is too serious, and his behavior is not tolerated by the whole world. Instead of letting the dispute between Wulin Zhengdao and Huayin Pavilion continue endlessly, Yang should I would rather one of the two of us die under the sword of the other to make a decision." Bai Mo shook his head and said: "Leader's words are wrong. This battle is not about the personal grievances between the leader and Pavilion Master Zhuo, but the lifeline of the entire martial arts world, the ebb and flow of good and evil forces. However..." His eyes suddenly shone, "Mr. You came here to kill someone, but you don't have any killing intent in your heart, isn't that putting yourself in an invincible situation?"

Yang Yizhi said: "So what?" Bai Mo resolutely said: "Therefore, the sword that bears the rise and fall of the world should not be taken by the leader!" As soon as he said this, the surrounding mountains and mountains moved.However, there was no shock on the faces of the several great virtues, obviously they had already prepared for it. Yang Yizhi smiled faintly, turned his eyes to the distant sky, and said: "Master, why not speak up if you have something to say." Master Baimo looked at the young man in front of him. He easily understood his own thoughts, and then he was so calm, neither humble nor overbearing. Only then did they fall into a more complicated and insidious struggle.

Bai Mo sighed, and said: "Since the leader understands, Bai Mo no longer hides it—it's not that Bai Mo doesn't trust the leader, but the leader has lost the trust of some elders." Yang Yizhi smiled and said: "I have heard for a long time that Master Tanzong of Shaolin, Master Baimo of Ganden Monastery, and all the great masters in Tibet and border areas are close friends for many years. Presumably, he must have entrusted the master with some important things, and he must explain it to Yang at this moment. .” Master Baimo sighed: "I didn't expect that the leader had already expected this, they still underestimated you. However, Tanzong and I are close friends, and his last wish, no matter what, must be fulfilled for him." He said to Then he waved his hand: "Zidan, come here." The young monk responded and stepped forward.

Master Bai Mo said to Yang Yizhi: "His name is Fang Zidan, the only lay disciple of Master Tanzong of Shaolin. Since the catastrophe of Tianluo Sect, Shaolin's momentum has been sluggish, and it is completely unable to hold the crown of the first martial arts school. He deeply hates it. His only hope is to restore the authentic status of Shaolin martial arts. And this young man is the most important part of his hope. Although very few people in the Central Plains know the existence of Zidan, but his strength, It is far above any descendants of famous families." His eyes were shining brightly, and he stared at Yang Yizhi: "He is like you, an unborn talent among the descendants of the martial arts. It's just that his heart is simpler than yours, and he only believes in justice in the martial arts. , rather than wandering among many knots like you——so, I believe in the judgment of Master Tanzong, he is the hope of the righteous way of martial arts."

Yang Yizhi didn't answer. Baimo sighed and said: "Master Tanzong passed away three years ago. Before he died, Zidan asked Zidan to travel thousands of miles alone to find me at Ganden Monastery in Tibet. He has been learning from me until now. In order to fulfill the wish of Tanzong, I have traveled all over Tibet. The monasteries of various sects in the border obtained the classics of martial arts that have been lost for many years, and copied the copies to him. Judging from his achievements today, it can be said that he has collected the great achievements of Han and Tibetan martial arts, and the leader of the alliance should not underestimate him."

Yang Yizhi smiled lightly: "Everyone has been here for a long time, but you didn't take it lightly." Bai Mo sighed and said: "I believe that Tanzong and the other elders never meant to embarrass leader Yang, nor did they doubt leader Yang's strength. It's just that the leader's mentality today is not suitable for leading the entire martial arts righteousness. Therefore, I The reason why Dai Zidan came here is to let him fight the lord to determine the orthodox position of the martial arts." After he finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, and finally let out a long sigh, and stepped back a few steps, completely giving up the peak of the snowy area to These two young men.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the faces of the two of them. The same young and handsome face, but one was full of vitality and excitement; Greed, for him, is nothing more than a kind of worldly sorrow. Fang Zidan smiled slightly, cupped his hands to Yang Yizhi and said, "Brother Yang." Yang Yizhi returned the gift, but did not answer. Fang Zidan stood up straight and said, "If I win, can I make a request to Brother Yang?" Yang Yizhi said: "What do you want?" Fang Zidan stared at him, and said word by word: "If I win, I invite you to step down as the leader of the martial arts alliance, and I will also be responsible for the decisive battle against Zhuo Wangsun!" Yang Yizhi smiled faintly, looked at the young man in front of him, and remembered the scene when he participated in the Dongting Martial Arts Conference three years ago. At that time, Zheluoyana, the number one master in Tianzhu, came from the east with a reed, like a demon descending into the world, massacring martial arts people in the Central Plains, and blood staining the Dongting water.And he had just escaped from the pursuit of the Mandala Sect, won the first battle, and took the position of the leader of the martial arts coveted by thousands of people in his hands.Of course, it is extremely reluctant for the famous martial arts masters of the Nine Sects to hand over the position of leader to an unknown junior.However, the situation was critical at that time, without Yang Yizhi's action, the way of heroes in the world would have been almost wiped out in the hands of Jaroyana. Fortunately, they hoped and thought that the leader was just a puppet. Three years have passed now.In the past three years, no matter what the original intentions of these veterans were, no matter whether his limelight was far less than that of the Huayin Pavilion Master, this young man gradually took matters into his own hands after all.Therefore, things gradually went beyond the initial assumptions of the martial arts veterans of Tanzong, and they could no longer allow Yang Yizhi to continue. Fang Zidan was undoubtedly an opponent cultivated by Tanzong and some of the veterans of the martial arts with great pains - to defeat Yang Yizhi's opponent. And this opponent now has the support of all the eminent monks in Tibet. Mu Xue seemed to be falling a bit heavier, spreading away one after another, making the figures of the two of them a little blurry.Yang Yizhi slowly stretched out his sleeves and said, "Please." Fang Zidan stared at Yang Yizhi and said with a smile, "I'd rather watch Brother Yang make a move." Yang Yizhi said indifferently: "I never attack others first." Fang Zidan's eyes probed down like ice needles, as if he wanted to see clearly what Yang Yizhi was thinking.He sneered and said: "Brother Yang's habit, I already know it, but I have a question..." He paused, but Yang Yizhi's expression was not moved at all, Fang Zi was slightly disappointed in his heart, and said: "I just don't know Do you disdain to make the first move, or can you not make the first move?" He didn't wait for Yang Yizhi's answer, and continued: "In the world, there is the martial art of preemptive attack, and there is also the martial art of late attack, that is, to attack after seeing through the opponent's shortcomings. Brother Yang has never been willing to strike first, is it just because of Yang Yizhi? Brother's martial arts, is it a late attack?" His eyes gradually shrank, but in the dark depths, there seemed to be ghostly lights flickering, trying to absorb Yang Yizhi's every move: "I was thinking, if Brother Yang can't make a second move, then the enemy can only make a second move." Will the myth of never losing with one move come to an end?" Yang Yizhi smiled lightly, but did not answer.His smile is like the floating clouds on the snow-capped mountains. Although it is light, it will never change. Even the cold wind and the bright sun cannot cover up its relaxed posture.That lingering whiteness is the only color on the vast Mount Kailash, absorbing and accommodating the brilliant light of the setting sun—just like Yang Yizhi’s indifferent self-confidence. A trace of panic flashed in Fang Zidan's eyes, and Yang Yizhi's expression was definitely not like someone who was said to be a weak point.Could it be that Yang Yizhi's weakness that they have tried to sum up over the past few years is wrong?Yang Yizhi's sword is really a fortune that surpasses the world, no one can match it anymore?His breathing couldn't help becoming slightly chaotic! A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Yizhi's mouth, and his gaze fell through the air, shining on Fang Zidan: "Are you afraid of me?" Although these three words were said lightly, they hit Fang Zidan's heart like a thunderbolt.He couldn't help shouting angrily: "Why am I afraid of you?" His true energy suddenly rose, and with a "boom", he shook the snow in front of him a step away. Yang Yizhi looked at him with pity, but this pity hurt Fang Zidan's heart even more, because even he himself had to admit that although he had planned for a long time, and even though he had the support of elders such as Tanzong behind him, he was still afraid of Yang Yizhi. ! Maybe it's because of that lonely swordsmanship, maybe it's because of Qingyuan who never talks much to others, maybe it's just because he is Yang Yizhi. Fang Zidan couldn't help shouting angrily: "Nonsense!" He raised his hand suddenly, and at the same time as he moved his hands, his feet staggered, but he retreated two feet suddenly.His hands are like butterflies wearing flowers, and the shadows of his palms are in a trance. He has already made more than a hundred palms!Each palm patted the silvery white snow all around. After more than a hundred palms, Baixue was stirred up and danced all over the sky by him. Thousands of silver dragons changed and gathered into a huge ball, lying between the two of them.Fang Zidan let out a long cry, and the huge snow ball, driven by his internal force, attacked Yang Yizhi like the sky falling! When he retreated, he used the Qingcheng School's Tiangang Step, and when he slapped the snow, he used the Zangbian's Fumo Vajra Mudra. This one-fitting pounce was the Tianlong School's Chuitian Kungfu. What the old man Lai Baimo said is true, this Fang Zidan, cultivated by the veteran of the martial arts with great pains, has indeed integrated Han and Tibetan martial arts in one body, he is an opponent not to be underestimated! Yang Yizhi didn't move, the rolling snow ball was like a wheel of fortune, it was pressed down suddenly, Fang Zi laughed wildly: "Yang Yizhi! Can you still judge the winner with one move?" As soon as he finished speaking, a little redness suddenly rolled out in the gray snow fog in front of him, and the redness became bigger and bigger, and in an instant, it had spread to two or three feet, with an unconcealable, gushing glow. The infinite vitality is like a round of rising sun piercing the dark night! How can snow withstand the sun's rays?What's more, it is the light of the morning sun that breeds all things! The sun's flames were soaring, it seemed to grow rapidly from the rising sun, and it was already scorching hot in the sky in an instant!Infinite rays of light spit out from it, and after passing through the snow and mist, they turned into numerous fire dragons, fire snakes, and fire birds, running and flying, filling the entire world. There is no snow in this world anymore, and there is no such bitter and lonely cold, only this round of violent golden sun is left, and nothing else! Fang Zidan opened his eyes wide, watching this incredible scene.The sun appeared so suddenly and fiercely that he even forgot to fight, and could only watch helplessly as the sun expanded and engulfed him in the end, and the earth was completely red! Then the death-like darkness suddenly came, and all the light shrank together, converging into a dazzling sword of light. The brilliant light gradually spread out, and the parallel fingers turned into swords, pointing directly at Fang Zidan's eyebrows.On the other end of the sword is Yang Yizhi. There was deep helplessness in Yang Yizhi's eyes.Although Bai Mo and Tan Zong were scheming, he didn't want to regard them as enemies.After all, Tanzong was also his benefactor. He also didn't want to damage the vigor of a young man like Fang Zidan, after all, it's always a good thing to have an enterprising young man in Baidao.Although this aggressive spearhead was aimed directly at him. Where there is a sword, there is sharpness.If there is sharpness, it will kill.But Fang Zidang was under the sword, and didn't feel too much threat, because the owner of the sword had no killing intent. The hidden brilliance on the fingering sword suddenly dissipated and turned into a hand, reaching out to Fang Zidan who had fallen to the ground.Yang Yizhi looked at Fang Zidan with a smile on his face.He very much hoped that Fang Zidan could accept his hand, so that he could consider the interests of the people of the world more than the glory and dignity of factions and sects. Fang Zidan stared at this hand, his face changed from fear to anger, a kind of anger that burned into the bone marrow!How many times, he has unscrupulously laughed at the people who were defeated by Yang Yizhi, how could it be possible!How could he be defeated in one move!But now when the situation came to him, he was still defeated by one move! Is this Fang Zidan? He suddenly let out a loud roar, and pushed Yang Yizhi's hand away with a palm, his body grew, and in the flickering light, there was already a shining sharp sword in his right palm. Roll towards Yang Yizhi madly! Yang Yizhi didn't move, his white figure seemed a bit unreal under the light of the sword light and snow light, the endless sword energy passed by his clothes like rain, but it was like dust passing over his body, without any stains . Fang Zidan turned around quickly and hit the ground with his palm.The snow that has not melted for thousands of years on Mount Kailash was kicked up by him, and it exploded into a thousand silver waves. Fang Zidan's palm wind followed and rolled out on the ground. The thousands of snow were like countless hidden weapons, heading towards Yang Yizhi's critical blow. Down! Yang Yizhi's body remained motionless, but the snow fell one after another, but none of them could fall on him.The pity on his face grew heavier and heavier. The setting sun gradually dimmed, but the silver light of Mount Kailash gradually rose.The rotation of night and light has always been unstoppable. Fang Zidan has changed more than a dozen methods, but it is still in vain!The light in his eyes gradually became extremely cold, and the moves in his hands also became weird.He suddenly shouted, dropped his sword and rushed forward, his ten fingers bent like hooks, and slashed straight for the opponent's heart.Fang Zidan's eyes revealed a falcon-like ferocious light, as if he had turned into a magic eagle, trying to tear out the opponent's heart and devour his blood.But his fingertips gradually revealed a strange red color, which quickly turned into a fine blood net, spreading like broken porcelain, covering the entire palm. Yang Yizhi frowned. Although he had never seen this kind of martial arts, he was sure that this young man was performing a rare sorcery.There was a deep sadness in his empty eyes, and he was a bit hesitant, as if he was hesitating whether to end this fearless struggle.The purpose of his Fengyue Sword is to live and not to kill. If the opponent has no murderous intentions, this sword will only win and not hurt. The heavier it gets.Therefore, once Yang Yizhi made a move at this moment, Fang Zidan would surely die by the sword! Yang Yizhi frowned, clacked his five fingers lightly by his side, the brilliance on his fingertips seemed to be gathering and dissipating, as if he was still thinking. The blood net on Fang Zidan's hand had already spread all over his body, and the bloodstains on his face were criss-crossed, making his otherwise heroic face stand out strangely.The surrounding wind was rustling, and the aura around him seemed to be driven by a secret magic force, converging towards his body, and the bloodstains on his body became thicker and thicker, gradually protruding from the skin, and pulsating continuously, It looks very ugly. Master Baimo's long eyebrows trembled, and there was inexplicable fear in his voice: "The Blood Demon Soul Search Dafa! You have practiced the Blood Demon Soul Search Dafa!" Fang Zidan raised his face slowly, his eyes turned blood red.His voice became hoarse and dead: "Yes, it is the blood demon's soul-searching method! This is the secret treasure given to my master Tanzong by the demigod Riyao back then. The martial arts you taught me are useless after a hundred years of practice Only it can make me the overlord of the martial arts world, and give Shaolin hope for revival! What Huayin Pavilion, what kind of martial arts leader, these evil spirits and heretics will all be subdued under my blood demon Dafa!" A burst of confusion and sadness appeared on Master Baimo's face. Could it be that this is the person they have chosen to speak for justice in the martial arts world?Is this the hope they cultivated to lead the way to the light?Is it because Tanzong and himself misunderstood the person, or this endless struggle for power and reputation turned this simple and motivated young man into a blood-devouring demon?His eyes, which already had insight into the world, were also filled with deep confusion. Yang Yizhi sighed softly, as if mourning for their obsession, he raised his finger slightly, that earth-shattering move was finally about to strike! "Slow down!" Xuefeng was silent, spreading the soft shout all over the mountain.Everyone couldn't help turning their heads in amazement.