Drunk lying on the setting sun for the king

The next day, after everyone got up early, they didn't see Hua Jiutang's figure. After searching for a long time, they still had no results, so they had to go to the top of the mountain first to watch the competition.

However, until it was the turn of Nether Valley and Tianfa Temple, Hua Jiutang still failed to show up.Xuanguang couldn't hold his breath immediately, clenched his fists and yelled, "Where did Mr. Hua go! If he doesn't plan to appear, let me, Mr. Xuanguang, go up and try!"

Xueyu stared at her beautifully, and said angrily, "Don't mess around! Mr. Hua will definitely come back, just wait obediently!"

Xuanguang trembled when Xueyu reprimanded him, stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.The rest of the people stood and sat on the ground, all with calm expressions and no worries, obviously trusting Hua Jiutang very much.

Since there was no one in Nether Valley and Tianfa Temple did not send any disciples, the stage was always empty, and there were already many people whispering among themselves.Ji Qianhuan stared at the empty countertop, his hand holding the silver-gilt Zen staff tightened more and more, his eyes were as cold as ice.

Suddenly, a ochre-colored figure floated onto the stage like a fallen leaf, and everyone couldn't even see where he came from, so their eyes widened.

The moment Ji Qianhuan saw him, he loosened his tightly clenched hands, as if relieved, raised his palm in one hand, and held his Zen staff in the other, and walked steadily towards the competition stage.

Hua Jiutang stood on the stage, with the ochre-colored cloak fluttering in the wind, the face hidden under the wide silk couldn't see the expression clearly, only the exposed pupils were as deep as obsidian, with a clear luster.He didn't squint, and his eyes were always fixed on Ji Qianhuan, as if there were only two of them left in this world.

Sensing Hua Jiutang's gaze, Ji Qianhuan unconsciously slowed down his steps. In just a short distance, it was as difficult as walking through thousands of rivers and mountains.Every time you take a step, the past is like falling petals, rippling in your mind, and turning into indescribable emotions, filling your heart.

Just listening to the "ding" of the silver ring on the Zen staff, Ji Qianhuan had jumped in front of Hua Jiutang.He tightened his hand holding the Zen stick, and looked at the other party coldly, "I never expected that you would dare to stand on this martial arts arena and appear in front of me."

Although his voice was low, the hidden resentment pierced into Hua Jiutang's heart like a thin needle.Hua Jiutang's eyes became even more melancholy, "In order to get you back to me, I will do whatever it takes, and you know that I am a man who will not give up until I achieve my goal."

Ji Qianhuan couldn't help sneering, "Really, then go to the underworld with your purpose today."

As soon as the words fell, the Zen stick had turned into a silver rainbow, and it rushed towards Hua Jiutang's face like a thunderbolt piercing the sky.Hua Jiutang's expression froze, and at the very moment, the extremely long blade pierced out from the cloak, and went straight to meet the opponent.

The next moment, there was a clear sound of "Dang" that shook the open space, and after the two internal forces collided, they swept around like a hurricane.For a moment, everyone was shocked and retreated again and again, and some even fell to the ground.Dust was everywhere, flying around, covering the sun with clouds, and even the heads of various sects couldn't help but raise their hands to cover it, using their internal strength to resist.

After the two silver lights collided, Hua Jiutang and Ji Qianhuan were also shocked by the force of the attack. They suddenly flew a few feet to the sides, and each retreated three steps before they could stand still.

The silver ring on Ji Qianhuan's Zen staff had been jingling since it was raised just now, and it was still buzzing like a hornet. Many people couldn't help lowering their heads and covering their ears with discomfort on their faces.

Hua Jiutang's face didn't change at all, the long sword swiped a circle in the air, and then stabbed Ji Qianhuan's chest.In an instant, the long sword was retracted and released at an astonishing speed, like ten thousand arrows flying together, caged by Ji Qianhuan's side.

Ji Qianhuan flicked his Zen stick, not to be outdone, to receive the opponent's attack, push, pat, branch, cut, pick, more than a dozen moves connected seamlessly, forming a defensive net around his body, watertight.Hua Jiutang's attack didn't work, but he wasn't in a hurry, and continued to draw his sword without changing his face, without any panic in his movements.

At this moment, the crowd in the audience was dumbfounded, they felt that the two lights on the stage were intertwined, and they couldn't see their movements clearly.Only a few people with high martial arts skills and sharp eyesight can see clearly that Hua Jiutang's sword is not stabbing straightly, but is attacking in a slight circle. During the attack, the sword move can undergo thousands of changes in the next instant , to stab anywhere, there is no way, and it is difficult to defend.

"This sword move was practiced by the master alone after Ji Qianhuan left. Ji Qianhuan has no way to break it. He will never win this competition." Although Feng Xiangyue said so, his heart was inexplicably irritable and unable to settle down.

Hai Jing shook his head with a solemn expression, "The victory or defeat is still uncertain. Ji Qianhuan's Zen staff is always making buzzing noises. It seems to be motivated by internal force, and it is intentional. What is the meaning of this, we have yet to decide." unknown."

Feng Xiangyue was startled, only to realize that her anxiety was caused by that strange sound.Looking around again, many people knelt down on the ground with their ears covered, their expressions were extremely painful, obviously their spirits were affected.He hurriedly grabbed Hai Jing, "Ji Qianhuan is good at illusion, this voice is probably..."

Hai Jing held his hand, and although he was also worried, he said softly, "Don't worry, your master won't be defeated so easily, he must have already noticed that there is something wrong with this voice."

While the two were talking, Hua Jiutang had already struck the next blow, and the blade of the sword struck Ji Qianhuan's lower abdomen with gusts of wind.Ji Qianhuan pressed down on the Zen stick, but the long sword slipped out from an inconceivable angle, passed over the stick, and went straight to his chest.

He gritted his teeth, and suddenly rushed forward with his body. Sure enough, Hua Jiutang was startled, and the blade turned around, avoiding the fatal part, and stabbed at his shoulder.

This change gave Ji Qianhuan time to dodge.When stepping sideways, Ji Qianhuan waved his Zen stick, shook the long sword away with a "clang", and then continued to slap Hua Jiutang directly in the face.

The Zen stick came rushing towards his face with a buzzing sound, Hua Jiutang was a little dazzled for a moment, and his body froze for a moment, and the people who were still conscious in the audience let out a low breath.However, in the next moment, he turned his body around again, narrowly dodged against the Zen staff, and slashed the long sword in half a circle, cutting towards Ji Qianhuan's wrist.

This blow was not fatal, Ji Qianhuan knew that Hua Jiutang would not be soft-handed and could not restrain his movements as before, so he raised his Zen stick and caught him head-on.Unexpectedly, the blade of the sword turned and pierced towards his ankle with such speed as flying.

At the critical moment, Ji Qianhuan didn't dodge anymore, and the Zen stick continued to rise upwards, and finally swung down on Hua Jiutang's head.Hua Jiutang tilted his head to dodge, the blade only drew a white mark on the ground, and he felt his cheeks being cut by the strong wind, and the clinking of the silver rings of the Zen staff rang in his ears.

The clear sound was like a switch, making Hua Jiutang's mind blurred for a moment.He chuckled unknowingly, raised his eyes to focus on Ji Qianhuan, "Illusion?"

Ji Qianhuan looked back at him, knowing that Hua Jiutang could escape the attack, but he deliberately inherited the illusion, and his heart was even more complicated, his lips moved for a long time, but he didn't say a word.

With the sound of the Zen staff "ding", the wide silk slipped down suddenly, and Hua Jiutang's face was completely exposed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, full of pampering, indulgence, and endless tenderness, "In that case, I will go and see Look at the dreams you create."

"You...Aren't you afraid that I will kill you at this moment?..." Ji Qianhuan gritted his teeth.

"If you really want me to make atonement with death, just do it. It's my honor, Hua Jiutang, to die by your hands."

After Hua Jiutang finished speaking, he closed his eyes reassuringly, but the smile on his brows and lips did not diminish at all.It seems that what he fell into was not an illusion, but a lingering love.

The Zen stick was attached to Hua Jiutang's ear, and as Ji Qianhuan's arm trembled, he was still unable to make a final blow.Looking at the peaceful face in front of him, Ji Qianhuan felt that various emotions intertwined like vines, binding his arms and making him unable to move.

Obviously hating this person so much, and obviously longing for revenge all the time, but why did he hesitate so much?Why can't I let go of this feeling until now?

Pain, contradiction, unwillingness, nostalgia... All kinds of emotions rushed into my heart for a while, and Ji Qianhuan's eyes had sparkles, moistening the corners of his eyes.

He stared at Hua Jiutang's face, and suddenly stopped his movements as if in a trance.The crowd in the audience was amazed to see that the two people who were so fierce just now were fixed as if they were being pressed on acupuncture points, some people shouted and asked, some whispered.

However, Ji Qianhuan and Hua Jiutang still didn't respond, they just faced each other, as if at this moment, there were only two of them left here.This closed world only belongs to the two of them, no one can step in, and no one's voice can be heard.

After a long time, Hua Jiutang's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and Ji Qianhuan was enveloped in starry night eyes for a moment.For a moment, Ji Qianhuan seemed to be immersed in those eyes, his expression froze, and his Zen stick fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Qian Huan, do you know what I saw just now?" Hua Jiutang smiled slightly, and approached Ji Qianhuan step by step, "I saw it, the road we walked together, the wine cup we drank together, watching together The starry sky that passed by...all of these, I don't want them to exist only in memory."

Every word and sentence was like a pearl falling from a jade plate, echoing endlessly in Ji Qianhuan's heart.He stared at Hua Jiutang blankly, and let the other party stand still in front of him, reaching out to caress his cheek.

The next moment, Hua Jiutang moved his fingertips, and there was a human skin mask in his hand.Tears finally welled up in Ji Qianhuan's eyes, his heart felt like a knife was twisted, he was in unbearable pain, and when he closed his eyes, he fainted on the stage.

In an instant, exclamations erupted in the field, who would have thought that after the fake Qingfeng sect master was debunked yesterday, today it would be discovered that the abbot of Tianfa Temple is a thief in disguise.Amidst the noise, Hua Jiutang hugged Ji Qianhuan and jumped off the arena, then disappeared among the jagged rocks, as if everything behind him had nothing to do with him.