But it is not a fight of life and death, it is a question of sword, a question of the truth.
“I lost.”
Yan Tianjun admitted defeat very straightforwardly and then turned and left the battlefield.
Qiu Wuji took a deep breath to adjust his breathing, ignoring the tiredness on his face, and turned his gaze to the next person.
Yuan bowed, then cast out the seal of reincarnation, and the mysterious power of reincarnation fell like an overwhelming force.
One move, two moves, three moves, four moves
Fifty moves, the sword starts the cycle of reincarnation!
Yuan was defeated, and he was not surprised by this result. Qiu Wuji was also not feeling well, a few drops of blood slowly seeped from the corners of his mouth, and he coughed a few times unconsciously.
He was injured, and seriously.
"Your strength is unmatched under Wu Xiang." Yuan was convinced, and then said with a slightly lonely expression: "Under Wu Xiang, haha, it can only be under Wu Xiang, there is no way forward."
“There is a way.”
Qiu Wuji's fingertips brushed the Immortal Slaying Sword, and he said in a cold and firm tone: "There are no roads in the world. Roads are made by people."
Yuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "It seems that I have lost my ambition."
After saying this, he also withdrew from the sky.
The remaining three strong men are Dong Yunshu, Chi Fo, and Xiao Yuntian.
"Amitabha."
The fat monk with a big belly came out. Just by looking at Qiu Wuji, he subconsciously tensed his body and his expression became serious. He couldn't sense the depth of the other party, and only realized by intuition that this monk was dangerous.
Buddha Eater smiled and said, "You are truly a genius, but it's a pity that you were born at the wrong time. I am Buddha Eater, one of the 9981 Buddhas transformed by the Buddha. How about giving you an opportunity today?"
After saying this, he opened his palm and a white lotus blossomed in his hand.
There is a little man among them.
It was just a glimpse, and the white lotus disappeared in an instant. No one from the outside world could find out what was inside because it was too short.
Also because of the power of the Buddha, in a sense, he is no less powerful than the Holy King.
Qiu Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted, and there seemed to be thousands of thoughts in his eyes. He then shook his head and refused, "Thank you for your kindness, Master. I don't need it."
"Why?"
"How can a false thing compare to him?"
"Refine this thing, it won't be too late to look for him later. He doesn't think highly of you now, so if you leave now, you still have a chance to survive." Chi Fo persuaded him again, he was also moved by his talent.
"All I want is a fight."
Qiu Wuji shook his head without hesitation, and Chi Fo admired his decisiveness.
Many people choose to die, but it is rare to find someone who chooses to remain true to himself when faced with a better path.
And this is not as simple as just staying alive.
"What a pity,"
Chi Fo turned and left without saying anything more, nor did he plan to ask for the sword.
It’s a pity that this thing that was transformed from the white lotus is also a road leading to the formless.
Qiu Wuji doesn't need it, but the White Lotus Mother is not lucky enough to enjoy it.
There's another one later.
(End of this chapter)
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