Chapter 27 Chapter 27: Peak

The sky is bloody and the earth is silent.Even the snowflakes falling from the blue sky were dyed bright red, like a rain mandala, silent. Xiaoyan looked up at the red sky and slowly closed his eyes.He didn't cover it, and let the falling fireworks stain his spotless clothes red.His eyelashes were gradually covered with falling snow, but a morbid blush appeared on his pale skin. His pale lips gradually became extremely red, as if the statue that the master craftsman had painstakingly created had finally been painted with the last touch of color--that radiant face was so perfect that even the gods could not help but sigh when they saw it.

However, Qianli Zishi's heart sank.The birth of the Blood Eagle, the highest profound meaning of the Gorefiend Dafa, did not hurt him at all, but it undoubtedly aroused the Blue Bird Blood Curse hidden in his body. Now the blue bird's blood curse and the eight forces left by the Taizang Mandala Formation are entangled and attacked each other, as if they want to tear his body apart, and then rub it into dust inch by inch! This is not a suffering that humans should endure. The slowly sinking sunset dyed his elegant purple shirt blood red, and his sleeves fluctuated slightly in the evening wind, as if he was trying his best to restrain the shattering pain and desire to devour blood.

Qianli Zishi felt sore in his heart, he lifted his sleeves lightly, the wide sleeves fell off, and there were deep scars one after another on his wrist.She put her wrist by her lips, her white teeth were slightly closed, and bright red blood immediately flowed down her pure white wrist like a stream.She stared blankly at her wrist, tears dripping down along with the flowing blood. This movement is so proficient, so natural, as if it has been used thousands of times. It was the same offering of a cup of blood thousands of years ago, and he walked away lightly.Now, after several generations of reincarnation, can he accept her unchanging infatuation?

Yes, this is silly.If she can really relieve the young master's pain, what does it matter if she herself is smashed to pieces?Even if she couldn't, as long as she could relieve his pain a little, she would rather suffer a thousand times more damage. Qianli Zishi gently walked in front of Xiaoyan, but he didn't dare to look at his face, he just lowered his head and showed his red wrist. Life after life, offering blood to her Buddha is her destiny and her practice. The great virtues around sighed and lowered their heads to sue.Yang Yizhi turned his face away, not wanting to look any further.

Xiaoyan opened his eyes, but did not look at Qianli Zishi.His eyes, as clear as an autumn night, are mixed with the compassion of the wheel-turning holy king and the desire of the blood-devouring devil, facing the sky where light and dark night alternate.His breathing was messed up by the pain, but there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was questioning this day, this place, this god and Buddha, and this trick of fate! Since he was doomed to be the once-in-a-thousandth Buddha-incarnated wheel-running holy king, why did someone plant the most ferocious blood demon in his body, so that he would devour blood for a living every day!

Since he was doomed to be a blood-devouring demon who couldn't even save his own soul, why did the gods and Buddhas ask him to save all living beings! Why is he, to bear the highest glory and the deepest pain, the most brilliant light and the most desperate darkness together? The cold and vast killing intent gradually spread from around him, covering the desolate snow peak.The sun was sinking, and I couldn't help but shrink back abruptly! Qianli Zishi knelt at his feet, weeping silently, the snow under her body was covered with blood plums. The great virtues have already formed seals in their hands, secretly laying down defensive barriers.Yang Yizhi stared at Xiaoyan, but he didn't move at all.

Suddenly, everyone was shocked for no reason.Like the depths of the marrow, a ray of light suddenly shines out, piercing through the dense fog in my heart. Evening wind is bitter.The killing intent on Xiaoyan's body condensed a little bit, and he slowly turned his head to watch where the sun was sinking. The last golden arc of the setting sun disappears quietly under the vast white horizon.A mass of white shadow, at the moment when the sun sinks, is born like a new moon, like a cloud coming out of the mountains, drawing an elegant grace on the vast snow, jumping over the barriers of the mountains, and coming to the top of Gang Rinpoche Peak.

There was a faint smile on Yang Yizhi's face. On September 19th, before sunset, at the summit of Shenshan Gang Rinpoche—he still didn't break his appointment! The cyan horseshoe lightly stepped on the falling snow, and stopped on the bright red snow.Zhuo Wangsun jumped off the Tanhua horse.His blue clothes seemed to be cut down from the blue sky, lying on the top of Mount Kailash, the sky was full of clouds and boundless, but Zhuo Wangsun Zhuo stood there, and the blue sky was just his shadow. Yang Yizhi looked at him quietly, the breeze was blowing over the top of the mountain with the last twilight, Yang Yizhi seemed to not exist, neither lingering in the wind nor blocking a piece of light.His people are so empty, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, there is nothing to worry about.

The two faced each other for such a long time, and for a moment, a feeling of fate surged in each other's hearts: it seemed that they had been standing like this for thousands of years, waiting for the moment of life and death.They have been fighting decisively for thousands of years, and their fate is determined. On the top of this holy peak, there will be an eternal winner! Zhuo Wangsun raised his head, there was a trace of loneliness in his eyes. "You came." His voice is also like this blue sky, extremely calm, it seems to be resounding in the ear, but it seems to be born in the infinite distance, it is vast and empty, without the slightest emotion.

"I am coming." Yang Yizhi's voice was carried by the wind, maybe it was the mountain, maybe it was the snow, maybe it was the sunset that had just wiped away the golden brilliance, which also tinged his voice with a touch of melancholy. After the setting sun has set, the mountains look even more empty and lonely, and the remaining twilight of the sunset is shone by the snow layer, making the sky extraordinarily high, the earth extraordinarily vast, and people extraordinarily small. Zhuo Wangsun looked at the afterglow that filled the world, and there was a trace of regret in his voice: "Our battle is inevitable after all." His eyes suddenly fixed on Yang Yizhi's face: "If it is possible, I don't want to fight with you. war!"

He stood with his hands behind his back, and behind him was the majestic snowy mountain. These words were so fierce! Yang Yizhi couldn't help sighing.The experiences all the way from the East China Sea flooded into my mind instantly, the weird mandala on the sea, the ferocious Kong Dumu, the decisive battle in the Vatican palace for a moment of life and death, if the ancients said that there is a friendship between life and death, this may be considered... …Actually, they don't have to be enemies!It's a pity that one of them is the leader of the martial arts alliance, and the other is the leader of the Huayin Pavilion. One is the apex of light, and the other is the pivot of dark night. Yang Yizhi sighed: "It's a pity that you are Zhuo Wangsun, and I am Yang Yizhi!" Zhuo Wangsun was silent for a moment, then suddenly there was a clang, and a beam of light rose from his waist, thrusting three feet in front of him! "This is the Ganjiang sword. I have been searching the world for three years just to fight you. The famous sword is peerless, and the famous hero is also peerless. It will not be in vain for League Leader Yang's reputation as a hero." Ganjiang's sword is ancient and clumsy in shape, with a green body and a slight copper rust color. It is inserted in the snow, just like Weng Zhong in front of an ancient tomb. On the snow peak, it suddenly looks desolate. Yang Yizhi pulled out a sword from his waist in silence, and slowly brushed the blade with two fingers, his eyes were far away, and his voice was slightly bitter: "I don't use a sword at all, but for today's battle, I specially ask for your help." Concubine Zhengyingyue in the pavilion forged this sword for me. The name of the sword is Wenqing." He paused for a moment, then turned his eyes to the farther sky: "Yang is ruthless all his life, and at this moment of life and death, I have to ask why." Leaning down, he inserted the Wenqing sword into the snow in front of him. The question is that Lou Xinyue, before she died, cast the broken sword into Shiva's arrow and handed it over to Sun Yao to open the fifth holy spring; The arctic black iron was smelted and combined, and it was cast into the last sword in her life.At the last moment, the sword could not be completed, she cut her throat with her fingertips, and watched the blood flow and the hot long sword slowly merge until it ran out.Blood flows for love, but love flows for Yang Yizhi. Autumn heart sorrow casts autumn rain, a touch of red and cold tripod dragon. The blade of the sword is extremely thin, swaying constantly in the evening wind, shaking the silent light of dusk into a faint halo, like the eyes of a lover, gazing at it covertly, really living up to the name of "asking for love". The two swords, one ancient and the other slender, are like the two poles of things in the world, forming a sharp contrast.As the two swords were thrust into the snow, the atmosphere on the top of the snow peak suddenly changed. The wind suddenly became suffocated, as if blocked by an invisible breath, it couldn't blow within more than ten feet of the two of them!The figures of the two people remained motionless, but with them as the center, the snow layer that had been unchanged for thousands of years suddenly became transparent, and all the snow turned into crystal clear black ice, accompanied by crackling sounds. , as if driven by an invisible ripple, it spread far away! Everyone watched this unbelievable scene, and couldn't help but their heartbeats slowed down, as if they were about to disappear gradually in this tiny slant.Under the reflection of the Daxue Peak, although the bodies of these two people are small, their aura stands towering, piercing into the endless sky! These are two unparalleled contemporary people, both of whom are amazingly talented, talents that are hard to come by in a hundred years. The battle between the two of them is bound to shake the heavens and the earth and shake the ages! As if the world also felt the endless killing intent of the two, the snow peak and cumulus clouds coincided, and the sky was covered with snow. The snow falls in the sky, and the universe dances in the sky! Xuan Bing flashes back.The first snowflakes drifted past everyone's eyes leisurely.At this moment, Zhuo Wangsun moved. He suddenly took a step sideways, stepping obliquely to his left.The long sword in front of him didn't move at all, but after taking this step, his whole body seemed to merge with the surrounding mountains and the messy heavy snow. At this moment, his spirit passed through the flying snow. Hua, unexpectedly expanded into infinity, combined with the mountains, forming an extremely huge formation, and pressed towards Yang Yizhi! This kind of technique can no longer be called martial arts alone, but to observe the primordial power of heaven and earth, to observe the movement of objects, to be in harmony with the stars in the sky, to use one's own body as the universe, to transform one force into a vastness, and to move without moving. The power of nature is invisible but absorbs the energy of good fortune.Distinguish the signs of internal and external, and use the market of heaven and earth.This move can be said to be the pinnacle of extreme manpower, and it has become a deadly form of death! Mountain-like strength surged from all around, forcing Yang Yizhi down! Yang Yizhi didn't make a move, nor did he use his sword!He just took a leisurely step back! His demeanor is so natural, as if there is no power in the world, and there is no opponent opposite him who can kill the world with killing intent. His retreat is just to better appreciate the beauty of the world, but it is With this retreat, the situation in the arena has completely changed! Zhuo Wangsun used the heavy snow as a medium to gather and dance in the mountains of Mount Kailash, but the heavy snow was moving and changing all the time.When Yang Yizhi took this step, it was the moment when the heavy snowflakes scattered for another beat, and the shape of the snowflakes in the air changed, which was slightly different from Zhuo Wangsun's energy of taking a sideways step! If he stepped a moment earlier, then Zhuo Wangsun's spirit has not yet separated from the heavy snow in the sky; and if he stepped a moment later, then Zhuo Wangsun must have changed his footwork and reunited with it.It was precisely because the moment when he landed was just right, and the point where Zhuo Wangsun's spirit and Daxue's emptiness staggered at the point where he landed one step! With this step, the formation formed by Zhuo Wangsun with the snowflakes in the sky and the surrounding mountains was smashed by Yang Yizhi, and Yang Yizhi followed with another step, and the heavy snow suddenly stopped, driven by his spirit , also formed the same formation, and counterattacked towards Zhuo Wangsun! The kung fu of the two of them has reached the state of perfection, and this fight is really beyond the imagination of ordinary martial artists.Although it looks simple, as if walking aimlessly on the snow, but the moment of life and death is within this square inch! Qianli Zishi can only vaguely see that the battle between the two has gradually reached the point of incandescence, but the Tibetan masters watching the battle are already amazed. Dou Tianluo's ten elders are much more tragic! The heavy snow was dark, and there was even less peripheral light in the sky. The human figure had gradually shrouded in the night, making it difficult to see clearly.Zhuo Wangsun suddenly smiled. Facing Yang Yizhi, no one can be said to be sure of winning. The best way is to be able to see the shortcomings of his martial arts in advance.This is exactly what Tanzong and Fang Zidan have been doing. Of course Zhuo Wangsun is not Tanzong, he has clearly seen Yang Yizhi's weakness, that is, the power source of his Fengyue Sword is light, and he must rely on light to exert the strongest power of Fengyue Sword .Even after the battle of Brahma Heaven and Earth Palace, Yang Yizhi had gotten rid of his dependence on light, but he still couldn't completely leave the light. His strongest power still had to be bathed in light to fully explode.Zhuo Wangsun saw this point very clearly, and he firmly believed that he was not mistaken! And what he has to do is to delay the time until the world is completely swallowed up by the dark night.Heavy snow fell, and the stars and the moon were also covered under dark clouds.As long as there is no light around, then Yang Yizhi will definitely lose without a fight! This is really a perfect tactic.Because once he used the battle formation to control the mountains with heavy snow, Yang Yizhi had to fight in the same way. From the very beginning, Yang Yizhi had to follow his steps, but unfortunately, he could only go completely. fail! The smile on the corner of Zhuo Wangsun's mouth grew wider and wider. Strangely, there was a little smile in Yang Yizhi's eyes, a deep and leisurely smile. A little light suddenly burst out of his body, instantly brightening the whole earth! Zhuo Wangsun's eyes showed a trace of suspicion, and in that instant, he had already understood Yang Yizhi's intentions!It turned out that Yang Yizhi had understood his plan from the very beginning. Yang Yizhi moved with his tactics, but secretly collected light and stored it in his body.This seems to be an unbelievable thing, but because of Yang Yizhi's special martial arts, it became like a cloud and flowing water, naturally without any trace. The only unnatural thing is that Zhuo Wangsun never thought that Yang Yizhi would adopt this kind of tactics! Once the faint light exploded, it immediately illuminated the surrounding snow layer that had condensed into black ice, reflected layer by layer, and suddenly the light became brighter tens of thousands of times, illuminating the entire snow peak extremely dazzlingly.Under the light of the radiant candles, the heavy snow in the sky also turned into a hidden light source, flickering on and off.Just at the top of Mount Kailash, which is like a world of glazed glass, a small spark can transform into a boundless explosion of light!In this kind of place, Yang Yizhi's Fengyue sword energy is emitted by the light of heaven and earth, which is equivalent to several times stronger! This is Yang Yizhi's countermeasure, and it is a countermeasure that only Yang Yizhi can display. The surprise in Zhuo Wangsun's eyes gradually calmed down, and the light of admiration shot out from his eyes.He respects the strong, but that's all, and more importantly, he wants to kill the strong! It is his habit to kill famous people with famous swords.Today, swords are famous swords, and people are famous people. Zhuo Wangsun suddenly felt an unspeakable excitement. Ever since Guo Ao was defeated by him, his heart has not been moved like this for a long time! He suddenly let out a long howl, and the energy in his body was vented out! The battle formation he just set up is not just that simple.Just like Yang Yizhi collects rays of light, Zhuo Wangsun also collects them. The difference is that what he collects is the vitality of the heaven and earth, that is, the soul of the mountain, the soul of the snow, the blood of the blue sky! His martial arts is based on taking the heaven and the earth as the dantian purple house, the sun, the moon and the stars as the internal organs, the breath is transported inside, and the supernatural power is transported outside.At this time, the inside and outside are turned, and the supernatural powers are transported inside, while the breath is transported outside!This vast and boundless snowy iceberg is the meridians and viscera in his body, and the flying snowflakes and howling wind are his true strength and vitality. At this time, his internal and external are united, and he has become Mount Kailash Itself, indomitable and independent! Whether it is Yang Yizhi, the light itself, or even the presence of the Brahma god who is responsible for the light and creation, it is impossible to defeat him! His confidence, like his true energy, is so powerful that it is boundless! And Yang Yizhi's light, at this moment, turned into thunderous fire, like the aurora of the nine heavens, shining down on the world! The gushing flames and true energy were about to explode, Zhuo Wangsun and Yang Yizhi stretched out their hands at the same time, and held the sharp edge of the sword in front of them! The old-fashioned green general sword and the slender and gleaming interrogation sword simultaneously emitted a blazing light! The figures of the two people changed from extremely still to extremely moving, and suddenly, from extremely moving to extremely still. Their hands were held on the hilts of their swords, and they did not move at all! All the pressure and light disappeared without a trace.The gust of wind suddenly blows in, bringing up crystal snowflakes all over the sky, and fluttering on the two of them.They are like statues of thousands of years, never moving again! Legend has it that after human power reaches its peak, it will enter the realm of communion with gods, which is called the "divine self realm". At this time, their power is beyond the imagination of human beings.Could it be that the extreme tranquility between Yang Yizhi and Zhuo Wangsun fell into this kind of state of being?And when they awaken again, will this world be destroyed? The great virtues were dumbfounded and at a loss.Only Baimo and Suonangjiacuo frowned slightly.Only then can they seem to understand that although the strength of these two people has disappeared, their spirits are rushing at an incredible high speed. As long as one side has any slack, the other side will attack with all its strength and cut it under the sword in one fell swoop!Their power didn't disappear, but it was completely restrained, because they all knew that the opponent was definitely the only formidable enemy they encountered in their life, and they couldn't consume a single bit of strength! The mental confrontation between the two became more and more urgent, and their consciousness was also highly concentrated. Zhuo Wangsun could only see Yang Yizhi, and Yang Yizhi could only see Zhuo Wangsun. Besides, they didn't care about anything, and they couldn't see, hear, Can smell and feel anything! Or, this is the legendary God-self realm!