A foreigner's journey

Rin Qihua stepped out of the player waiting hall, Jiu'er walked beside him, holding the Chengdao in his hands and holding it on his chest.

Petals are falling from the sky, and the trees on both sides of the road are blooming again in violation of the season, and the petals are flying in the wind.

In the distance, General Jiaming's eyes widened, and the fan in his hand creaked:

"How is it possible...where are the eleven people on the imperial side? Why didn't they kill that woman!"

An attendant who looked like a ninja appeared behind the general, half-kneeling on the ground and said softly: "Report to the general, all eleven people on the imperial side have been wiped out."

"What!" General Jiaming almost shouted angrily, but considering Heather on the throne, he finally managed to suppress his anger and asked in a low voice: "Didn't he send six hundred elite soldiers to surround him? Did they enter the contestant waiting room? Where are they! Why did they let that woman come out alive!?"

The ninja seemed to remember what he had seen before, and replied with lingering fear: "Less than half of the six hundred soldiers left...all committed suicide."

The general became silent all of a sudden, just shrinking his body in fear and not daring to raise his head again.

The power of gods... Damn gods, do you want even that woman to protect you? Why don't you call her the God of Storms? 'Patron Saint of Beauty' is more in line with your style!

Neither the general nor the witnesses had any idea what happened to the eleven people on the side and the six hundred soldiers, and could only attribute this power that humans could not understand to the power of gods.

To a certain extent, they understood correctly. Biwomu Samsara was just not good at frontal fighting, but when it came to using illusions to play with people's hearts, he was even more proficient than Heather, the 'god'.

As he approached the martial arts stage, two long knives were crossed in front of Rin Qihua. These were two senior sword-protecting monks from the Sword-Guarding Temple. They would check the contestants' qualifications before the start of each competition. , that is, the Shikizaki Kiki variant sword.

The older sword-guarding monk with a majestic face said in a deep voice: "Qihua Qihua, please show me the [Jue Sword·铓]."

In the previous competitions, Rong Qihua first displayed the sword as a ticket, and then started the competition. But this time, the sword-guarding monks did not see Qihua or Jiuer holding the sword, so they asked this question.

Yan Qihua said calmly: "The Jue Dao has been sent out."

The two sword-guarding monks looked at each other and frowned: "Who are you giving it to?"

"The eleven people on the imperial side under General Jiaming are waiting for the autumn."

"Where is the fuyi waiting for autumn?"

"Dead by my hand."

"Fu Yi is dead? What about Jue Dao?"

"Destroyed by me."

"You...!" The sword guard monk didn't know what to do at this time and could only look at Tsuruga Camouflage, the chosen one, for help.

But Tsuruga Camouflage didn't say anything, he just took two steps back, and then the whole sky above Gokenji Temple echoed with Heather's laughter like thunder:

"You give away your qualifications to others at will, and you dare to destroy the Jue Dao...Ruan Qihua, you are so courageous! Hahaha!"

Although it was laughter, anyone could hear the underlying anger in the thunder.

The gods are angry!

Jiu'er immediately knelt on the ground: "Respecting God's Mingjian, sending out and destroying the sword is a helpless act. This is the only solution forced by General Jiaming."

General Jiaming never dreamed that this despicable daughter of a rebel would dare to bite in front of the gods. He couldn't help but break out in a greasy cold sweat and shouted in a trembling voice: "You despicable, shameless woman, you are so reckless..." …”

He stopped mid-sentence, not because General Jiaming let Jiuer off the hook, but because he found himself speechless at all. The extremely strong invisible pressure almost crushed his whole body into a meat pie. This short, fat old man with extremely distinguished status was lying on the stage, his body was trembling with fat but he couldn't say even a single word.

Heather looked away from General Jiaming, and then looked at Jiu'er: "Then what? Are you going to let me directly announce that Qiang Baibing is the final winner? Xiao Jiu'er, the play was suddenly interrupted when it reached its climax, This is a taboo.”

The originally clear sky was obscured by endless black clouds, strong winds blew, and there was faint thunder rolling in the clouds.

In the sky directly above the throne, a huge vortex of black clouds was rapidly forming.

Both the audience and the sword-protecting monks lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word, for fear of being affected by God's wrath.

Jiu'er did not flinch, he knelt on the ground and tried his best to lift the bladeless handle upwards with both hands, and said loudly:

"We are still qualified to participate! Look, this is [Chengdao Quan] who has never appeared!"

People around you are becoming more and more silent. If you want to go crazy, woman, stay away! Just take a broken hilt with no blade and try to fool the gods? Don't let it affect us when you are struck to death by lightning!

There was no thunderous punishment as imagined, but a chuckle——

"Oh, I really let you get it. In this way, all twelve Shikizaki Kiki variant swords are now available. Well... considering this level, the merits and demerits are equal to each other, so get up."

The dark clouds above the head immediately dispersed, the sun shone again, and the terrible pressure that suppressed all living things also quietly dissipated, and everyone quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

With the endorsement of the gods, the two sword-guarding monks dared not stop him. They immediately retracted the long swords blocking the way, bent down and saluted: "Please pass, Rin Qihua."

"Shichihana!"

Jiuer grabbed Qihua who was about to walk on stage, took a deep breath and looked at him:

"From now on, there are no more restrictions, just fight with all your heart! Don't have any worries. It doesn't matter if you get injured or destroy the blade. It doesn't matter if you lose. If you become disabled, I will take care of you for the rest of your life. If you die, I will accompany you to hell immediately. So, Qihua..."

She pulled Qihua's body down, stood on her tiptoes and kissed Qihua's lips gently. The moment they touched her, her blushing face formed a sharp contrast with her short silver hair——

"Not for me, but for yourself, fight!"

Qihua was stunned for a moment, then showed a bright smile: "Yeah!"

With an unprecedented high energy, Qihua felt that she was now in the most perfect and peak state in her life, and she just stepped onto the stage.

At the other end of the martial arts stage, Qiang Baibing stood alone on the stage holding a paper umbrella, looking at Qihua sharply, without saying a word.

Shichika put on the stance of the Void Sword Style with a smile on her face: "Qiang Baibing, use all your unique skills and let's fight under the gaze of the gods!"

"Qiang and Qiang, full sword and virtual sword, whoever wins will get everything and complete this long forging that lasts for three hundred years."

Qiang Baibing casually threw the paper umbrella into the sky, and the tip of the thin knife pointed diagonally at the ground:

"Qihua, please be intoxicated with me."

"By then you will have been torn into pieces!" Qihua lowered her body slightly, getting ready to attack.

The referee in black looked around, then raised the small flag in his hand and waved it down——

"Swordsmanship showdown in front of God! The final episode - [Qiang Baibing] vs. [Qian Qihua]!"

"Let's fight openly and honestly to determine the winner!"