Chapter 603: Like a God
Hong Qian's fist was ready, falling from above, like a star falling to the ground. The fist had not yet arrived, but the power of the fist had already become real. The grass, trees, and rocks on the ground trembled in fear. Wherever the fist pointed, everything cried. It was like the end of the world, not to mention Mu Shu, who was at the center of the fist.
Mu Shu was conceited all her life, and never expected that she would die in the hands of a reckless man. She couldn't help but laugh at herself and gave up resistance. The fist light was getting closer and closer, her hair stood on end, and the tip of her nose could already smell the smell of death.
She only felt that her whole body was pressed by the huge stone, her eyelids were very heavy, and slowly closed. She was still conscious, but it was difficult to open them. I don't know how long it has been, her world has fallen into darkness, her body has become a cage, and her consciousness is trapped in the cage.
Mu Shu felt that she had lost everything, her body, her soul, and her consciousness was wandering in the dark space, aimlessly, thinking in her heart, could this be the place after death? She has read no less than a million books, including the key points of the sutras, the unorthodox teachings, and the three classics.
Life and death are something that all living beings will experience, so there are often people who study life and death. Different classics and schools have different descriptions of where to go after death. Some say that there is reincarnation in the world, and after death, one enters reincarnation, and some say that after death, the body turns into a soul, and the soul wanders in the world and needs to be transcended before it can reach paradise.
Life and death are mysterious. Mu Shu has been smart since childhood and has a photographic memory. She can quickly integrate all the techniques and moral principles recorded in the books, so she has a desire to learn about everything. But she has no interest in life and death. I think she thinks that everything is empty after death, so it is better not to die.
However, when people die, they often cannot help themselves. Seeing that it was pitch black, with no reincarnation or bliss, she was angry and cursed, "It's a lie! It's all a lie!"
After venting for a while, she crouched in the darkness, staring blankly, not knowing what she was thinking. There was no time passing here, and it could be said that there was nothing, no self, and no other. She didn't know how long she had been there, thinking, "If this is what happens after death, it would be really hard to be trapped in chaos."
After a long time, her consciousness trembled, and she suddenly smelled a hint of fragrance. Then her sense of touch and body gradually returned. As smart as she was, she was immediately ecstatic, "I'm not dead yet!" She thought to herself.
But the next moment, she almost cried again. She realized that she was still crawling on the ground, unable to move, as if she was being pressed by Qian Jun, and the power of the fist was still there. And although her eardrums were broken, she could still hear the sound.
The huge sound waves and the heartbeat like a bronze bell were still ringing and approaching her quickly. Tears were falling, and she didn't know that her consciousness sank into darkness. Although it felt like thousands of years had passed, in reality, it was only a moment before and after.
If time went back at this moment, she would definitely give up her right leg. Saving her life was the most important thing. Only when death was approaching step by step could she truly experience the real feeling of death.
She didn't want to go.
However, in a trance, she heard the heartbeat like a huge bell suddenly slowed down by half a beat, as if she saw something terrible.
Then, the power of the fist on her body was reduced by most, and Mu Shu's heavy eyelids were finally opened. With it, cold sweat broke out in an instant, and the clothes stained with mud were instantly soaked inside and out, like a flood.
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She opened her eyes, but saw Hong Qian regaining his spirit, and his punch was full of energy, even with the intention of killing, but he turned around and killed to the other side.
She propped herself up and uttered a "hmm". In fact, her right foot was in great pain, bloodstained. Any movement would pull the wound, and the pain was unbearable. She looked sideways, but saw Hong Qian turned his head and went west, and was smashing towards a standing figure on the top of the mountains.
She forced a trace of spiritual energy into her eyes, and her eyesight increased greatly. Her sight kept getting closer, and she finally saw the figure clearly, and said in surprise: "It's him!"
Who else could this person be except Li Changxiao. Mu Shu thought to herself: "Haha, the bet was right." She felt relieved and said: "I'm saved."
She forced herself to be alert. Hong Qian's dying punch was definitely not weak. She wanted to see how the swordsman would resist.
She saw the swordsman holding a long sword, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, looking handsome and relaxed, with a temperament and charm that was hard to see elsewhere, completely different from the mess around, and she was in a trance.
Hong Qian had already come to kill, and Mu Shu and Mu Qi didn't have much hatred with him. He killed them repeatedly, just because he was concerned that his life was coming to an end, and Cheng Wei was the murderer. But when he used his lifelong punch and was about to finish, he suddenly noticed that there was a swordsman standing on the top of the mountain in the distance, and he was looking at this.
He trembled immediately, and then thought to himself: "It's death before and after. He hurt me badly with the Dakong sword, and then tricked me into finding someone else to release the sword. It's really hateful. Whether it's hatred or resentment, it's all from his hands. Now this fatal punch, I use it to kill a girl named Mu Shu, which is really a disgrace to my reputation as an old man Sanxin. Why not kill this man? Even if I can't defeat him, I will make him lose his life!"
Thinking of this, he turned around without hesitation and killed Li Changxiao. Li Changxiao chuckled. Hong Qian was a reckless man after all. His thoughts were not difficult to predict. Seeing that the other party was indeed led here, he did not neglect him, but gave him enough respect.
"Kill!"
Hong Qian came close to him. The power of his fist alone crushed the mountain under Li Changxiao's feet. Li Changxiao stood in the air, like a startled wild goose. The sun and the moon behind him were dim. Good and bad things intersected, and the truth and falsehood contrasted.
At that time, this scene was already shocking, overshadowing the killing power of Hong Qian's fist. Mu Shu, who was watching the fight from a distance, had her pupils shrink suddenly. She thought she had read countless books. Although she might not know all the big and small skills, and might not walk all the big and small roads, she could see the clues and the advantages and disadvantages at a glance.
However... in this situation, the swordsman is like a god, with a mystery that cannot be explained for a while, and no one knows where he comes from, where he is from, and where he is from.
"I have read thousands of books from ancient times to the present, but I have never known such a person in the world!" Mu Shu looked up and saw how powerful and brilliant the swordsman was. In terms of the depth of Taoism, he may not be as good as many people, but he is irreplaceable if he shows his skills.
Such a person, although he is saving himself, is for Mu Qin... Thinking of this, Mu Shu's senior sister's figure appeared again, and he inexplicably added a bit of jealousy.
Looking up at the sky with concentration, the swordsman is really a god descending from the sky, stepping on the lotus, with blessings and disasters on his body, and the rosy clouds around his side. The two pills of life and death are suspended in front and behind, and the sword formula in his hand seems to split the sky.