However, he still couldn't resist this Ninth Five-Year Venerable, and forcibly took away a ray of luck from it.
So, on the brow between Tang Xuan's forehead, there was a golden carp pattern swimming slowly, shining brightly.
This time, he stepped on Zhao Kuangyi's fists time and time again as if his feet were on the ground, and unexpectedly gained the upper hand!
puff!
Zhao Kuangyin finally vomited blood, sensing that there was an inexplicable force in King Qin's body, he couldn't help but feel puzzled, just for such a short moment, he took a breath.
In the battle of life and death, breathing is the most taboo.
The capital, in front of Qin Tianjian.
The two old men held their breath and snorted coldly at the same time.
The old Taoist sneered and said, "You don't care?"
The old eunuch hesitated for a moment, and finally got up, walked to the pond beside him, and called softly: "Fish, come."
Strangely, the originally calm pond suddenly began to boil, followed by one of the unremarkable-looking koi, soaring into the sky, turning into a golden light, and heading towards the sea thousands of kilometers away from here, facing the sea of Dongying. Zhao Kuangyin flew away!
Your King Qin has gained luck, but my Taizu can't?
After dozens of seconds.
If passers-by were lucky enough to come here to watch the battle not far away, they would definitely widen their eyes and be stunned by the terrifying vision here.
On the surface of the sea, there are two tall figures surrounded by the water curtain, each with a jade seal, and behind them there are golden dragon heads emerging, and the dragon eyes are shining with golden light!
Under the feet, there are water mist dragons sweeping up from the sea, and they soar up one after another, as if they are cheering for the two emperors!
This magnificent scene, as the two completely let go of their hands to start the second round of fighting, gradually became impossible for the naked eye to capture.
In the blink of an eye, the surface of the sea became a mess, evaporating and condensing fog at the same time, and the surrounding reefs, seamounts, and mountains shook even more.
Vow to fight endlessly.
Winning or losing doesn't seem to matter anymore.
The two emperors who have commanded thousands of people have completely entered the state. At this time, the scene is probably no longer as simple as a simple "battle of luck".
It became a battle of wills.
As a result, this fight lasted from day to night, and the water curtain that the barefoot old Taoist priest put down almost collapsed.
In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the barefoot old Taoist priest had already noticed this change, but he didn't seem to intend to stop it, and he didn't set up any more water curtains.
He just placed the painting in front of him, and began to look at it carefully. The two figures on the painting gradually began to dim and fade.
There are countless paintings, but this "situation" is the first time it has appeared.
The barefoot old Taoist priest was a little dazed, and couldn't help muttering: "What's the difference between the temple a thousand years ago and the temple a thousand years later? You two dead bastards, why are you continuing this fight? It's for the sake of the world. The common people, or for the throne that can never be sat on again?"
"Back then, you burned books and robbed Confucian scholars, and committed great treason and injustice, but left some real great Confucians behind, and let them hide their names from the world and preach everywhere. This also means that you know the real way of governing the country, and in the end you still fell into disrepair. The reputation of the future generations of faint kings is only worthy of admiration for their achievements in unifying the six kingdoms and quelling the chaos of war."
"You have gained a lot of experience. You have learned some good things, reduced corvees, collected taxes, ruled the country by law, built water conservancy, developed production, clarified the administration of officials, persuaded and rewarded farmers, changed customs, and made a series of wise decisions. The people who have been healed for 200 years are living in dire straits, and quickly pushed to an unprecedented prosperous situation, what is called the "Jianlong Regime"."
"The result? You died for no reason before sitting on the throne in the prosperous age. A good death is a good death, but in the end, you, an emperor who didn't want to be an emperor, were pulled out of the coffin and forced to sit on that dragon chair. .”
"You said, is it funny or not?"
"I think back then, in the prosperous age of Guozuo, there were only a few high-ranking civil servants in the court hall, and all the generals and military generals could play their own part. In the vast world of martial arts, any one picked at will can shoulder a big challenge. Qi, who doesn't miss that 'great scene'?"
While talking, the old man sighed, and threw the pen in his hand: "But in this situation, how many lives will be lost in the future when the troubled times arise? The old man dares to open another game of chess, isn't it just to gamble again?" A world of peace and prosperity?"
"Could it be that the old man is going to lose in this game of chess for no apparent reason, and that he has to bury his bones in these [-] mountains with all his heart and soul, so that he can't end well, and his bones are utterly cold?"
below.
The dragon roar became more and more obvious.
The water curtain was broken, and the fight between the two eternal emperors became more and more uncontrollable, and there was no thunder from the sky, because the heavenly people ignored it.
The barefooted old Taoist shuddered, and sneered: "This is the old man's own chess game, so you plan to see the old man get embarrassed? Are you really afraid that the chessboard will collapse?"
No one responded.
The barefooted old Taoist laughed angrily for no reason: "Okay! Okay! Okay! What an unrepentant move! Anyway, the old man has made such a move at random, and it is a big deal to make another move!"
After speaking, he picked up the pen on the ground, took a blank scroll, and drew on it a figure also wearing a black robe with a dragon behind him.
He seemed to be still angry after painting, so he picked up a pen and wrote the word "Yang" on it.
It is this simple word.
Golden Light.
A deafening roar of a dragon came from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, as if an evil dragon had been born, followed by a voice of wanton laughter: "You old man, you have been imprisoned for so many years, and you are finally willing to let me out Is it breathable?"
Before the barefoot old Taoist could respond, a black shadow penetrated into the clouds and disappeared.
The barefoot old Taoist sighed, but soon laughed again.
Actually, that's more interesting.
You have accumulated so many hole cards in your hand, just waiting for the rain to fall that day, why don't you let the old man also accumulate them?
It took the old man a lot of effort to capture this evil dragon.
below.
It was densely covered with dark clouds and mist, and there were still crashes and dragon chants from time to time, and the fist gang even destroyed any mountains that could be seen with the naked eye.
This battle lasted for two full days and two nights.
From dawn to dusk, to dawn, to dusk.
During this period, King Qin broke through no less than a hundred fists, and Zhao Kuangyin stopped no less than thousands of sword falls. The strength of the two reached their limit, but they still refused to stop.
Although both are shaky.
But still smiling at each other.
Which monarch does not want to shoulder the major events in the world?
Admitting defeat, isn't that giving up the world?
so.
No one would.
"Then kill!"
"Why not?"
The two emperors laughed again, and after taking a breath, regardless of the obvious signs that the jade seal in their hands was about to collapse, they wanted to fight again!
But at this moment, a lazy voice sounded between the two: "Have you played enough? I also want to move around."
So, on the brow between Tang Xuan's forehead, there was a golden carp pattern swimming slowly, shining brightly.
This time, he stepped on Zhao Kuangyi's fists time and time again as if his feet were on the ground, and unexpectedly gained the upper hand!
puff!
Zhao Kuangyin finally vomited blood, sensing that there was an inexplicable force in King Qin's body, he couldn't help but feel puzzled, just for such a short moment, he took a breath.
In the battle of life and death, breathing is the most taboo.
The capital, in front of Qin Tianjian.
The two old men held their breath and snorted coldly at the same time.
The old Taoist sneered and said, "You don't care?"
The old eunuch hesitated for a moment, and finally got up, walked to the pond beside him, and called softly: "Fish, come."
Strangely, the originally calm pond suddenly began to boil, followed by one of the unremarkable-looking koi, soaring into the sky, turning into a golden light, and heading towards the sea thousands of kilometers away from here, facing the sea of Dongying. Zhao Kuangyin flew away!
Your King Qin has gained luck, but my Taizu can't?
After dozens of seconds.
If passers-by were lucky enough to come here to watch the battle not far away, they would definitely widen their eyes and be stunned by the terrifying vision here.
On the surface of the sea, there are two tall figures surrounded by the water curtain, each with a jade seal, and behind them there are golden dragon heads emerging, and the dragon eyes are shining with golden light!
Under the feet, there are water mist dragons sweeping up from the sea, and they soar up one after another, as if they are cheering for the two emperors!
This magnificent scene, as the two completely let go of their hands to start the second round of fighting, gradually became impossible for the naked eye to capture.
In the blink of an eye, the surface of the sea became a mess, evaporating and condensing fog at the same time, and the surrounding reefs, seamounts, and mountains shook even more.
Vow to fight endlessly.
Winning or losing doesn't seem to matter anymore.
The two emperors who have commanded thousands of people have completely entered the state. At this time, the scene is probably no longer as simple as a simple "battle of luck".
It became a battle of wills.
As a result, this fight lasted from day to night, and the water curtain that the barefoot old Taoist priest put down almost collapsed.
In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the barefoot old Taoist priest had already noticed this change, but he didn't seem to intend to stop it, and he didn't set up any more water curtains.
He just placed the painting in front of him, and began to look at it carefully. The two figures on the painting gradually began to dim and fade.
There are countless paintings, but this "situation" is the first time it has appeared.
The barefoot old Taoist priest was a little dazed, and couldn't help muttering: "What's the difference between the temple a thousand years ago and the temple a thousand years later? You two dead bastards, why are you continuing this fight? It's for the sake of the world. The common people, or for the throne that can never be sat on again?"
"Back then, you burned books and robbed Confucian scholars, and committed great treason and injustice, but left some real great Confucians behind, and let them hide their names from the world and preach everywhere. This also means that you know the real way of governing the country, and in the end you still fell into disrepair. The reputation of the future generations of faint kings is only worthy of admiration for their achievements in unifying the six kingdoms and quelling the chaos of war."
"You have gained a lot of experience. You have learned some good things, reduced corvees, collected taxes, ruled the country by law, built water conservancy, developed production, clarified the administration of officials, persuaded and rewarded farmers, changed customs, and made a series of wise decisions. The people who have been healed for 200 years are living in dire straits, and quickly pushed to an unprecedented prosperous situation, what is called the "Jianlong Regime"."
"The result? You died for no reason before sitting on the throne in the prosperous age. A good death is a good death, but in the end, you, an emperor who didn't want to be an emperor, were pulled out of the coffin and forced to sit on that dragon chair. .”
"You said, is it funny or not?"
"I think back then, in the prosperous age of Guozuo, there were only a few high-ranking civil servants in the court hall, and all the generals and military generals could play their own part. In the vast world of martial arts, any one picked at will can shoulder a big challenge. Qi, who doesn't miss that 'great scene'?"
While talking, the old man sighed, and threw the pen in his hand: "But in this situation, how many lives will be lost in the future when the troubled times arise? The old man dares to open another game of chess, isn't it just to gamble again?" A world of peace and prosperity?"
"Could it be that the old man is going to lose in this game of chess for no apparent reason, and that he has to bury his bones in these [-] mountains with all his heart and soul, so that he can't end well, and his bones are utterly cold?"
below.
The dragon roar became more and more obvious.
The water curtain was broken, and the fight between the two eternal emperors became more and more uncontrollable, and there was no thunder from the sky, because the heavenly people ignored it.
The barefooted old Taoist shuddered, and sneered: "This is the old man's own chess game, so you plan to see the old man get embarrassed? Are you really afraid that the chessboard will collapse?"
No one responded.
The barefooted old Taoist laughed angrily for no reason: "Okay! Okay! Okay! What an unrepentant move! Anyway, the old man has made such a move at random, and it is a big deal to make another move!"
After speaking, he picked up the pen on the ground, took a blank scroll, and drew on it a figure also wearing a black robe with a dragon behind him.
He seemed to be still angry after painting, so he picked up a pen and wrote the word "Yang" on it.
It is this simple word.
Golden Light.
A deafening roar of a dragon came from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, as if an evil dragon had been born, followed by a voice of wanton laughter: "You old man, you have been imprisoned for so many years, and you are finally willing to let me out Is it breathable?"
Before the barefoot old Taoist could respond, a black shadow penetrated into the clouds and disappeared.
The barefoot old Taoist sighed, but soon laughed again.
Actually, that's more interesting.
You have accumulated so many hole cards in your hand, just waiting for the rain to fall that day, why don't you let the old man also accumulate them?
It took the old man a lot of effort to capture this evil dragon.
below.
It was densely covered with dark clouds and mist, and there were still crashes and dragon chants from time to time, and the fist gang even destroyed any mountains that could be seen with the naked eye.
This battle lasted for two full days and two nights.
From dawn to dusk, to dawn, to dusk.
During this period, King Qin broke through no less than a hundred fists, and Zhao Kuangyin stopped no less than thousands of sword falls. The strength of the two reached their limit, but they still refused to stop.
Although both are shaky.
But still smiling at each other.
Which monarch does not want to shoulder the major events in the world?
Admitting defeat, isn't that giving up the world?
so.
No one would.
"Then kill!"
"Why not?"
The two emperors laughed again, and after taking a breath, regardless of the obvious signs that the jade seal in their hands was about to collapse, they wanted to fight again!
But at this moment, a lazy voice sounded between the two: "Have you played enough? I also want to move around."
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