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The body plummeted at high speed, but vanished before it hit the water.
Huff huff...
The wind grew stronger.
The snow is falling even harder.
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The snowflakes fell one by one, like fans.
Floating in the sky, there was a strange kind of terror.
Especially the color of the snow.
At first, it was pure white, a beacon of light in this dark apocalyptic world. Now it's grayish-brown, and the color is getting darker every day, slowly transitioning to pitch black, as if in its fall, it has absorbed too much filth.
A biting cold wave swept in, making people shiver.
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Is there a world that is pure Is there a heaven that is unstained
The shadows of the world are on the back of the sun, every day after dawn, it is dusk.
May my lone self advance, drawing a bow and firing arrows at the snow-covered darkness.
Every snowflake that drifted down to him was shredded by the silent force of the gunfire.
Qiu Shan's body was as solid and rough as a rock, almost pressing against him. There was barely the space of a fist between their arms; if one wasn't careful, they would bump into each other.
Of course, they all paid close attention.
The two jade discs, Aiying and Huisha, radiated a faint glow silently, creating a haven of tranquility amidst the crumbling order.
I don't want to be crammed in here with all that muscle. It feels like being crushed against the bars by a giant rock, very uncomfortable.
The imposingly powerful Qui Shan also needed some space to stretch, his furrowed brows showing his unwillingness to be cramped with Zhu Wei.
But there's no way.
At this hour of chaos, the primordial forces of heaven and earth had completely collapsed. Without the protection of the Nine Chapters Jade Disk, it would be difficult for them to reach Qiushi Mountain—the central peak. Even with a warrior's formidable physique, it might be possible, but the exhaustion would be too great, clearly not in line with the final competition's considerations.
It goes without saying that only certain kinds of beings could converge at the summit of Mount Central.
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At the beginning, they both went their separate ways, each carefree and dashing, roaring and crashing all the way. Later, as the natural disasters grew worse, they gradually got closer to each other.
It's not that two jade bi aren't enough to encompass a larger area.
They are just taking turns clearing the path now, one person facing the disaster while the other recovers, so they can both stay at their peak. To reduce the area of confrontation and conserve energy, of course they have to get as close as possible...
A fist's distance is the limit, any closer and no one can stand it.
According to the list given by Your Majesty, which few do you think will be able to make it to Mount Centraal in time Quishan asked, as if afraid his awkwardness would show.
The information about Chu's participation in the Shan Hai Realm's list of prodigies, and the supporting figures they have invited, is not exactly classified. However, for Bucheng, located on the edge of the west, acquiring this information is no easy feat.
Qiu Shan and Zhu Wei knew all the players before I arrived. Not redeeming this city, nestled in the cracks between the three kingdoms of Zhuang Yong and Luo, was clearly more complex and powerful than it seemed.
"Has the new building in town already been confirmed by Sanfenxianglou as their headquarters in the West" Zhu Wei answered evasively.
Of course." Kui Shan's expression was strange. "Are you interested"
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"Zhi Wei glanced at him. "Whether others can make it to Zhongyang Mountain, I don't know. Me and you…"
He suddenly stopped, lowering his voice: “I’m afraid it might not be possible!”
My sudden stop, it seems, has shaken the entire dynamic canvas.
Like an arrow flying off a bowstring, it is as unwavering as a pine standing tall against the wind.
Even if it is just resting in the painting, it is still the most eye-catching stroke.
...He's still exercising.
The spear twirled gracefully in the air, held aloft. The tip seemed to cut through space, leaving a trail of cold light.
Just at that moment——
Boom boom boom!
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Above the sky, black snow was no longer falling, but surging.
As if on that high firmament, there was a massive black snow-capped mountain. In the midst of cataclysmic upheaval, it completely collapsed, triggering an avalanche, and roared as it tumbled down.
Looking down, there are towering waves that rise up from the sea.
And right ahead, countless resentful dead souls formed a black tide, surging from who knows where... as if filling the void between heaven and sea!
Quishan couldn't bear to chat any longer. He clenched his fist, his knuckles crackling with each layer as he tightened it. A creaking sound accompanied every tightening.
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The muscles bulge with visible veins, like angry dragons rising.
Blood and smoke surged out from the heavens, crashing directly into the black snow curtain, burning a massive hole in it, causing the black snow to fall like black rain.
And the leader of Quishan threw a punch.
His movements were concise and efficient.
It's just making a fist and then punching.
But just as a master craftsman hammers iron thousands of times, the last blow shapes the blade.
Just like countless raindrops landing on a ledge, the last one left a mark on the stone.
The simplest thing in the world is to throw a punch.
But all the most difficult and complex trials were also in this punch.
He punched out.
Within the scope of the Nine Chapters Jade Tablet's faint light, the wind and clouds remained still.
And the oncoming "black tide" was actually pushed back by an invisible wall of air, retreating over twenty feet!
The receding tide makes a booming sound!
For a moment, resentment overwhelmed me, immeasurable and destructive. My very soul shattered beyond count.
But this seemed to enrage the "Black Tide" even more.
Countless chaotic and violent thoughts, as if under the control of some will, have been unified.
The tide ebbs and flows.
They surged back, overwhelming the sky and sea, directly annihilating the fist force!
Quishan flies back.
When he quickly retreated, he even knocked himself out of the wind.
"Wind tight, call out!"
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Even with twenty layers of armor, the warrior's full strength couldn't even begin to pierce this tide of darkness.
And the vast chasm scorched by the crimson wolf smoke, within the black snow avalanche that tilted towards the heavens, was but a small indentation, filled completely in an instant.
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In this world of mountains and seas, every little change and incident seems to be telling people about the insignificance of cultivators.
An ant shaking a tree, what can human beings do
The might of the world's destruction is such.
For a moment, the sky turned black with snow, and a dark wave surged forward. The roaring waves below, at some unknown point in time, had been dyed dark!
Darkness has spread everywhere.
Heaven and earth are in harmony.
In this layering of gloom and darkness, in this confusion of somberness and dreariness, a spark of cold light burst forth!
It was brilliant, lonely, sharp.
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It seems that since the beginning of time, it has been silent here.
It seems as if it has existed since time immemorial, unchanged to this day.
That is the direction seen by the desperate, that is the echo felt by the lonely.
... a lonely star in the endless night.
It shines there, shining in the meaning of vision. At the same time, it also points to the turbulence of this collapsing world.
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The surging "black tide" suddenly burst open.
There was a painful moan in between.
The black tide surged unexpectedly!
Within this tide of darkness, there was indeed a higher will, and it was undoubtedly enraged.
Greater wrath, more ferocious souls... as if an endless power of darkness!
Wei struck a pose, pivoting swiftly and retreating with his spear held high. He was swift and efficient in his movements.
If we say that Mount Qianshan is a boulder rolling down from the peak, it is imposing and getting faster and faster.
Wei is like a bolt of lightning, streaking across the sky.
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In the mad dash, there were still hurried voices colliding.
“Can you please stop saying things like ‘the wind is tight, and the grass is anxious’ People who don't know you would think you were a bandit!”
“...That's me.”
Central Mountain.
Severed limbs and shattered bones, blood staining the sky.
With the last oil-painted head rolling to a stop, Dúzhao, the one-armed swordsman, turned back.
His crimson-trimmed martial robe, it was unclear whether it was stained with blood or simply the color of the garment itself.
While facing him, Chu Yu stood with his long sword planted in the ground, barely able to hold himself up, panting heavily.
"This won't do, Chu Yuzhi." Dou Zhao walked along the winding path stained red with blood, lightly shaking his Tiansha blade, which bore no trace of blood. "Do you really think this is the best way to use an army formation If it were Wu Ling or Xiang Bei commanding this Mo people army, they would never have achieved only this level."
There are many objective reasons for the use of Mao's military.
For example, although Emperor Maoming of the Jin Dynasty was persuaded by Xiao Shu's eloquent speech and agreed to join the war, he absolutely refused to hand over military command, allowing outsiders to lead his troops.
For example, only Xiao Shu understood the language of the Mao people and could communicate with them. Xiao Shu himself was a disciple of the縱橫 school and did not understand military formations...
But Chu Yu didn't say anything.
All problems are problems, all problems have the possibility of being solved, and he and Xiao Shu didn't manage to do their best. That is the biggest fact.
He did not conceal his weakness.
He was only gathering the last of his strength in these gasps.
Though it may be completely ineffective.
Xiao Shu had died, the Mao Min army slaughtered. Only he remained, his eyes still fixed on Dou Zhao's throat.
He still aims to defeat Boke Shua.
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Dou Zhao suddenly stiffened, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and saying, "Xiao Shu from Dan Guo, I remember you."
Xiao Shu certainly should be remembered. He was a very outstanding person.
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Chu Yu thought so. But he still didn't say anything.
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His breathing gradually slowed, feeling the power slowly returning from his limbs and veins, feeling a sense of rebirth after having given everything.
He only has one chance.
Now it is in his hand.
Looking at such Chu Yu, Dou Zhao carefully wiped the blood from his mouth and slowly lowered his sword-wielding arm, saying: "You keep surprising me."
This is a test.
He asked directly, "Would you be willing to join my Dou family I can still teach you that Heavenly Punishment technique."
Chu Yu gazed at Dou Zhao, saying nothing.
The ambition is forged in the blade, and the blade shines with determination.
He, who rose from humble beginnings and started as a common soldier, could have easily joined a powerful family years ago and secured a bright future. Why wait until now
Both Qú's family and Zuo's family can be very good choices.
But to take the nation as his surname was his ambition.
"Understood." Dou Zhao nodded, then with a stomp of his war boots, he sprung forward, his blade already close.
In an instant, the blade's light illuminated heaven and earth.
That blazing, lightning-like light, after a brilliant flash, dissipated.
The clang of the blade was only one sound, and then there was silence.
A drop of blood trickled down the blade of Heavenly Tyrant Blade.
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And Chu Yu, along with his men and swords, vanished here.
Before the Mountain of the Center, there remained only one person standing alone.
The mountain wind howled, but could not move the warrior's garment.
He Dou Zhao, since entering the Shan Hai realm, has had a clear goal and been invincible.
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Unable to find the precious Zhu, he turned his head and went on to sweep away his competitors.
He discovered a trap and deliberately stepped into it, facing three enemies alone. He killed Qu Shunhua and severely wounded Yue Tiannu and Zuo Guangshu. Even with his own injuries, he forced Jiang Wang to flee with wounds.
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After suffering further injuries, he single-handedly confronted Zhongliyan and Fanwushu. At the cost of his left arm, he beheaded both of them.
Xiao Shu and Chu Yu's strategic maneuver, utilizing borrowed troops from Mao Min, led to a confrontation with one thousand two hundred warriors. Despite fighting with only one arm, Xiao Shu valiantly stood his ground and achieved victory through skillful combat.
He entered the Shan Hai Jing with nine chapters of jade, holding seven talismans. He alone possessed Xi Song, She Jiang, Si Mei Ren, and Xi Wang Ri.
It has already occupied the greatest opportunity in the central mountain.
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But it's not enough.
Since the first path is no longer available, all he can pursue now is the second.
If there are seven pieces of the Jiuzhang Jade Bi, he should get seven pieces. If there are eight pieces, he should get eight pieces.
Only then would he live up to his name, Dou Zhao, and be worthy of the Heavenly Blazing Sword.
At this time, he stood at the entrance of the mountain path. Beside him was that square stone tablet.
This stele is nearly seven feet tall and has no extra carvings. Its surface is worn and faded, a testament to the passage of time.
The obverse inscription reads "Central Mountain".
The character "dao" has its own rhyme, with an imposing and dignified aura.
The back of the stele, however, is different.
At the very top are two lines of text, which read—
"God has his God, and ghosts have their ghosts."
"Music with nine chapters, embedding jade to attain truth."
Below the two lines of text, there is a row of recesses, going down one by one.
There are a total of nine, and each groove fits the size of the Nine Chapters Jade Disk perfectly.
And on each side of each groove, there are small characters inscribed.
From top to bottom, they are: “Xī Sòng”, “Shè Jiāng”, “i Yǐng”, “Chōu Sī”, “Huái Shā”, “Sī Měirén”, “Xī Wǎng Rì”, “ jú Sòng”, and “Bēi Huí Fēng”.
It is thought that anyone can use one of these jade discs to verify their identity and thus gain access to the Central Mountain.
Dou Zhao was also visiting the Central Mountain for the first time and wasn't sure what would happen after entering. He didn't want to try it in advance either.
He stood quietly by the stone tablet, his red robe blending with the mountain path, gazing out at the sudden wind and snow.
Waiting for perhaps the opponent that will come.
...I have no idea who that person is, nor how strong they are...
But he and his sword were both eager.
Change seemed to happen all of a sudden.
When he looked up, he saw black snow cascading from the sky like a waterfall.
But look at what is before us now —
All sorts of vicious manifestations, baring their fangs and claws. A surging black tide has already covered the entire field of vision, as if it were about to engulf Central Mountain entirely.
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This is clearly beyond what Dou Zhao had anticipated.
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He wasn't unaware of the extraordinary nature of this world, but he didn't want to pay attention. He just wanted to hone his swordsmanship, walk his own path, and see his own scenery.
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Dou Zhao lightly raised an eyebrow, his imposing sword energy burst forth, and a gap in the heavens opened within the "Black Tide".
Having absorbed countless resentments, it stirred the dark tide to surge.
But like a small eddy in a lake or sea, it was smoothed over instantly.
This grudge spirit, a black tide of countless evil thoughts, how vast is it Does it truly possess inexhaustible power
Dou Zhao tightened his grip on the sword.
A narrow rift in the heavens, stood upright in the black tide —
In an instant, it was swallowed again, still endless.
This is the power of mountains and seas.
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Even he, Dou Zhao, pales in comparison.
At such a time...
Beneath lay the corpses of countless commoners. Behind them, vaguely discernible, was the unknown Central Mountain.
Black snow cascaded from the sky like a waterfall, and a surging black tide roared before him.
He stood alone on this winding mountain path, as if he were the only person in the world.
Maybe no one will come again... he thought.ter savoring the fragrant tea, the old lady looked at Jiang Wang with kindness: "Grandma is getting older, and she gets confused after eating. I won't bother you with useless chatter anymore. Let Feng...