Chapter 161: The Way of the King

On the East Mountain.

In order to ensure that the sword’s roundness and violence are compatible, the Four Gu Swords has infused all of his spiritual energy into the inner, if he wants to deal with the streaming clouds handed out by Ye Liuyun, he will definitely withdraw his sword, if he does not withdraw his sword, he will only be able to attack the enemy’s must be rescued, but he can only spare a sliver of his heart and mind, while the five people in the arena, the one who can be killed with only a sliver of his heart and mind is His Majesty, the Emperor of the Kingdom of Qing with an empty aura.

It had to be said that from the beginning of the Four Gu Sword’s sword, in terms of the entire aura and intelligence, he had always suppressed Ye Liuyun. At this moment, it gave Ye Liuyun a problem, a surprise.

However, what made the Four Gu Swords surprised and angry and uneasy and clueless was that …… Ye Liuyun didn’t bother with the empty sword that the Four Gu Swords was holding in vain, and that mass of flowing clouds was still caged towards his face.

Instead, the empty sword that he was holding in a false grip, after making a snorting faint sound of movement, pierced through the wet mountaintop stone slabs and landed in the empty space.

That flash of bright yellow, the dull eyes on that dragon’s robe, disappeared abruptly and strangely into the front of the empty sword.

The top of the Eastern Mountain, the four great masters, a generation of kings, all of it seemed long, but in fact, it only happened in less than a second. In one side of that second, the Four Gu Swords used the sword in their own hands, picking at Ye Liuyun’s clouds, and stabbing at Emperor Qing with the Sword of Emptiness. And in the other side of this second, an even more thrilling story took place.

This story took place at the opening of this second.

When the sword of the Four Gu Swords swept to a foot in front of Emperor Qing’s back, the Emperor had already sighed sadly and let go of the old hand that had been holding Eunuch Hong, seemingly unwilling to let this old man, in the last battle of his life, not be able to enjoy himself to the fullest.

At that time, Northern Qi State Master Bitter Lotus’s hand, is persevering to brush on Eunuch Hong’s chest. This whisk a press, thumb index finger slightly divided, like the wind whisk hillock, gentle and natural to the extreme, and the surrounding rainstorm lightning scene, all unlike like, but the wind whisked, hillock but no reason to chaos.

Eunuch Hong quietly looked at the bitter lotus face, hands like a pair of dragon whip, twisted, deformed, climbed up the bitter lotus right arm, but did not block his brush.

With a muffled sound, all of Eunuch Hong s chest …… shattered open. In Bitter Lotus’s flick through the Heavenly Dao, which contained the might of heaven and earth in its natural freshness, his sternum collapsed and collapsed in unison, just like delicate and brittle pieces of tofu!

Fresh blood spurted out of Elder Eunuch Hong’s mouth, nose, and five senses, and the power of life was rapidly lost along with the collapse of the sternum, the furious spray of blood, and the rush of true qi. However, in that pair of pale eyes, there was a faint touch of laughter and mockery …… and killing intent.

An empty feeling like an abyss came from the palm of his hand, and the pupils of Master Bitter Lotus’s eyes shrunk violently!

This field between the oldest great master, the founding emperor of Northern Qi’s own uncle, when the Wei dynasty amazingly talented bitter cultivator, I do not know how many past events in this life, go to the temple of God to seek the way, in the world of martial arts, the composure of the nature of the mind natural, anyone can not be compared. But today, the four great masters will be Dongshan, he must pick up his own heart of gain and loss, the heart of victory and defeat back into the hands.

The old eunuch hidden in the Qing country for a number of years, the previous body exudes out of the overbearing true qi, if the four wild dry wind, between the hidden realm, there is no doubt that has been a bit of authentic master, so the bitter lotus masters have not stayed, do not dare to stay, this mountain by the water of the second whisk has been embedded in his body as a deep pool of the bottom of the bottom of the supreme Tianyi a true qi.

The battle between great masters, at any time and place may occur some jaw-dropping changes, so when the bitter lotus that whisk printed on the old eunuch Hong’s chest, he did not have the slightest intention of joy.

Because the first flick had already been bounced back by Eunuch Hong with the domineering true qi in his body, although this kind of luck method was too domineering and could never be sustained, Bitter Lotus thought that Eunuch Hong must have a way to cope with his second flick.

But Eunuch Hong actually did not block this flick, his chest shattered, the domineering aura on this old eunuch’s body disappeared without a trace in a split second, and he did not know where it had gone!

Even if Elder Eunuch Hong’s chest suddenly turned into a piece of iron and gave birth to a second head, perhaps Bitter Lotus wouldn’t even be surprised.

It was a scene like this that made Bitter Lotus feel incredulous, where did that overbearing true qi that was so powerful that no one could control it go? After all, a Grand Master was a human being and not a god, even with his and the Four Gu Swords’ divine cultivation, it was impossible for the aura that had been raised to the peak of the earthly realm to be violently dispersed in such a short instant.

Just like a sphere filled with energy, how could it all drain away in a matter of moments?

The transfer of any energy always required time, and the shorter the time, the more terrifying the shock of the process.

Regardless of whether it was Bitter Lotus, Four Gu Swords or Ye Liuyun, if they were to release all the true essence in their bodies in such a short period of time like Elder Eunuch Hong did at this time, the next moment would inevitably usher in the death of the scattered body.

Why? Why could Eunuch Hong do this? Why did he dare to do this?

The pupils of Bitter Lotus’s eyes shrunk, and a raindrop rested half an inch in front of his eyes, reflecting that faint ghostly black light.

Subconsciously, he detected a hint of the already somewhat unfamiliar smell of danger, the kind that had come to a dead end. In the long journey of his life, the last time Master Bitter Lotus had fallen into such a state of mind was when he reunited with that blind man in the fifth year of the Qingli calendar. Only the danger he sensed at that time was not as great as at this time!

While these thoughts were scraping through Master Bitter Lotus’ mind like raindrops in the sky, his gentle right hand had already shattered Hong Si Itchy’s sternum, breaking through that single thin, old, pale body like a hot knife into butter, and reaching out from his back. The heart that had been shattered into five petals, under the curtain of rain beads that looked like it was standing still, sprayed arrows of blood in a way that caused heart palpitations.

Hong Si Itch was dead. No one could survive after their heart was crushed. His body was hunched over, not like the heavenly god-like domineering look he had when Siguru Sword had climbed the mountain, but like a pitiful midget, covered in blood, hanging from Bitter Lotus’s right hand.

Hong Si Itchy was not dead yet. Although his heart had been broken and his vitality had been cut off, the meridians in his body still maintained the state they were in at the moment before his death, and all of his true essence was desperately released towards the heavens and the earth, dispersing from the end of his meridians and into the surrounding nature. It was like a black hole, although it was dead, but by virtue of a certain magical law, using his own corpse’s meridians as a bridge, emanating, absorbing, and eclipsing without a single piece of emptiness.

Including the arm within his body.

Master Bitter Lotus’ flick was made with all his strength, and the abundant true qi in his body seeped out from every pore, every inch of his skin, and with Hong Si Itch’s backward, life-costing secret method, he kept venting outwards!

The pupils of Bitter Lotus’ eyes lit up. It wasn’t a realization, but a sensation, the rain droplet less than an inch in front of his eye pupil was still suspended in the air. He already understood that he had fallen for a trick, this Great Eastern Mountain itself was a set up.

Hong Si Itch was not a great master, the domineering energy he released earlier at the top of the mountain was borrowed, and so was the realm. Precisely because it is not their own all, so can so not spare the body essence of the full release out, only to appear extra violent, and not like human beings should have the degree.

Hong Si Itch had long ago stored the intention of certain death.

Someone wanted to use his death to suck a small amount of his own true qi. And this last flick of his own by the mountain and the water, he had already crossed his true essence out, his body life essence protection, there was already a gap.

That person was to utilize this gap.

That person was the one who had displayed the realm’s divine splendor beyond compare, through Hong Si Itch.

Less than sensing the changes at Jianzhi and Liuyun, Master Bitter Lotus’s eyes shone a little brighter, just like an autumn moon that appeared in a pool of turquoise water with no warning at all.

His favorite female disciple, Haitang, has the cleanest and brightest pair of eyes in the world, but if compared to the eyes of Bitter Lotus at this time, it is like a firefly and the bright moon.

Bitter Lotus is the most delicate person in the world in terms of sensing the surrounding environment, and is the softest but also the strongest person, which can be seen from the trip to the temple many years ago.

When he realized that Elder Eunuch Hong was a trap, he reacted accordingly and made out, the quickness of the change of opportunity, the world does not make the second person to think.

Perhaps just a hundredth of a finger, he should be faster than the reaction imagined by the setup, but it is likely to be a fatal time difference.

Bitter lotus eyes as bright as the moon, clean as a lone star, deeply inhaled a breath, this breath, it seems to be the entire top of the East Mountain of the air all sucked in! The old man’s chest suddenly rose high, and the whole thing seemed to have grown two inches taller!

With this breath, the supreme true qi of the Heavenly Dao in his body, from his own right arm, also began to breathe, following the natural exhale and inhale between heaven and earth, easily detaching itself from the pull of the dispersed breath on Hong Si Itchy’s corpse, and began to turn back towards his own meridians at the fastest speed. Such a fast turnaround could only be performed so naturally by the Heavenly Dao’s clear and quiet method.

There was no difference between time and stillness, and any muscle-controlled movements were too late to be made, whereas the true qi that flowed through one’s body like mercury and light were vaguely able to break through the limitations of time and accomplish their tasks.

With a jolt of true qi returning, Elder Eunuch Hong’s thin body turned into a roiling mist of blood, but it did not dissipate.

No one noticed that Master Bitter Lotus’ left hand, which was hanging by his side, naturally flexed a finger and drew a semi-circle in the air, making a hand gesture that had never appeared in this continent before. Along with this gesture, the condensed rain drops in the sky once again lurched, and those faint breaths mixed in the wind and rain at the top of the Great Eastern Mountain and dipped in the remains of the ancient temples, poured into his body at a strange speed!

These breaths that were invoked by that strange hand style were faint and weak, but in such a critical situation, a single piece of firewood, a single drop of water, were all precious existences in the fight between the sect masters.

What exactly was this hand style? To actually be able to inhale true qi from between the eaves of an empty air temple?

Spells, spells practiced by mages far across the sea!

And yet it appeared in the hands of Master Bitter Lotus!

On the rain-drenched Dadong Mountain, the Northern Qi State Master, Bitter Lotus, finally used his greatest pressure-box spell, using a means that normally would not be of much help, but at this moment, could help him accelerate the return of his true essence.

This magic treasure had not been used even when he fought against Five Bamboos, but at this moment, he did not hesitate to cast it.

Because at the instant of Elder Eunuch Hong’s death, at the instant before that cloud of blood mist had a chance to dissipate, a hand, a hand as white as jade, reached out from the blood mist!

The scene appeared exceptionally eerie, a white jade-like stable hand, reaching out from the bloody and incomparable fog, like a divine hand probing out from beneath the Nine Hells to scour the earth for a lifetime of living beings!

The moment he sensed this hand, the light in Bitter Lotus’ eyes grew brighter and brighter. His first moment of reaction was normal, this hand should be Ye Liuyun’s, only Ye Liuyun’s hand would be so stable and divine.

However, Bitter Lotus was not afraid, because the Heavenly Dao true qi in his body had long since reverted into his body, and the faint heaven and earth yuan qi that he had summoned with his magical spell had also seeped into his meridians from his 36,000 pores, and the true qi in his body had already filled up to the peak, and a vibration had already reached the extreme point of what a human being could contain.

If the other party was trying to use Elder Eunuch Hong’s death to cause a gap in his own momentum, then Bitter Lotus’s strangely fast reaction and that spell hand style that everyone had never expected perfectly bridged the gap.

It was even …… a little too perfect.

That white hand suddenly hid the light on the skin, but appeared even more terrifying, in such a high-speed realm but not a single tremor, with an incredible stability and strength, strangely fast and incomparably through swept through that mass of blood mist, point down.

In the process of skimming, that hand loosened the four fingers, but the index finger was slightly cocked, soft but rigid fingertips, snapped and shattered the drop of rain in front of Master Bitter Lotus’s eyes one inch before the curtains, and then gently landed in between his two eyebrows.

As if to dot a reddish mole in the center of his eyebrows.

The drop of rain was broken by a finger and transformed into a small hollow circle of water with beautiful ripples around it, slowly expanding.

And instead of a red mole appearing on Bitter Lotus’s brow, it was even brighter, as if all the bright colors in Bitter Lotus’s eyes, which had dimmed at this time, had been sent to the center of his brow.

Master Bitter Lotus used the supreme true qi of Heavenly Dao that he had cultivated for tens of years and the heaven and earth energy that he had summoned with his spells to condense between his eyebrows, and hardened himself against this beautiful finger!

The slightly curved, stable index finger did not fight hard against the pure true qi condensed between his eyebrows, but rather poured into it in a slow and gentle manner. There was no violent aura, there was no intention of extinction, there was no natural aura, there was just the most honorable rules in the human world.

The King’s Way!

Fingertip again down, whoosh sound swift point out, straight stab bitter lotus chest danzhong. Although just a finger between the action, but vaguely let a person feel that there is a dragon walking tiger image, a finger will have the emperor of the world’s honor!

Bitter lotus at this time has withdrawn the right hand, face full of gravely thumb, wonderful to meet the index finger, issued a poof muffled sound.

The index finger went down again, stabbing Bitter Lotus directly in the middle abdomen.

Bitter Lotus lowered his eyes, hemp clothes slightly waved, flat finger for palm, his right palm is just like a trickle of water flowing along with the mountain trend, naturally and incomparably hanging down, in front of the abdomen to block that finger.

All of this was carried out as a matter of course.

However, Bitter Lotus’s body began to tremble violently, and a red spot on the palm of his right palm snorted like a red-hot iron.

Only three fingers came out of that stable hand. These three fingers are not killing, not destroying, not resisting, but …… giving. The hall, all without the intention of sneak attack, the emperor’s heart and art temperament, all in these three fingers, the king’s aura is revealed.

A lightning bolt sounded in the sky again.

Bitter Lotus’s body was like a kite with broken strings, disheveled and powerless, swept into the distance, swept towards the big tree under the stone path beside Dadong Mountain. He sat down on his knees and sighed.

Bitter Lotus knew that he had been wrong, from the very beginning, and the most fatal mistake had occurred before the three fingers – he had reacted a little too quickly after realizing that Hong Si-Itch was a Bureau Eye, responding with a method that was too adequate, elevating his realm to too much perfection.

At that moment, Master Bitter Lotus was like a big tree towering into the clouds, stretching to the highest place on earth, like a lake of autumn water, which had become a vast momentum.

And that person only out of three fingers, will be sufficient to infuse about half of his body’s true qi into the bitter lotus body.

With the momentum of the king’s way, into the hegemony of the qi, and in such a short period of time to withstand all of this bitter lotus master, like that see towering into the clouds of the tree, was once again pressed on a giant tree, like the heavens suddenly once again dumped half a lake of autumn water, pouring into the lake full of that surface.

When the water is full, it overflows, and the lake embankment collapses.

The tree trunk also snapped from it with a click.

Great masters of the realm of mind compared to mortals, has been close to God, bitter lotus is known as the world’s closest to God’s people. However, the great masters also have their own weaknesses.

Their weakness is their physical body. The meridians in the body ultimately have a limit, and the capacity of the flesh ultimately has a limit.

Bitter Lotus was forced to break through the limit by the three fingers of true qi, and his meridians and body were irreparably harmed.

Sitting cross-legged under the tree, feeling the swelling sensation coming from his body’s skin, Master Bitter Lotus still had a trace of great doubt in his heart – that person, the owner of that hand, why was he able to spew out so much true qi in such a short period of time, which was completely a speed that the human body’s meridians couldn’t withstand.

However everything …… should have already ended.

At the time when Hong Si Itchy turned into a cloud of blood mist, the empty sword that Si Gu Jian was holding in his left hand in vain was stabbing out obliquely, however, it stabbed an empty hole. He attacked Ye Liuyun’s had to save, but Ye Liuyun had not saved at all.

That mass of flowing clouds had already covered Four Gu Swords’ face.

The Four Gu Swords trembled with anger, screamed furiously, lowered his head, twisted the wrist of his right hand, and pressed his sword towards Ye Liuyun’s abdomen.

The imaginary sword in his left hand fell short, followed by a lowered head, and a weak spot finally appeared in the violent yet rounded sword momentum. It was just that he had to avoid it because he knew that things had changed and he had to survive.

Si Gu Jian survived. Half of his cheek was shattered to the bone and flesh by Ye Liuyun’s scattered hand slap.

Ye Liuyun also survived. He indifferently bowed his head, and with a grip in his left hand, he tightened his grip on the sword, only allowing the sword to enter his abdomen by an inch.

Things did not end there.

Ye Liuyun’s scattered hand had not yet ended, dashingly chopped down, hitting Si Gu Jian’s shoulder with a poof sound, his five fingers were like dragon claws, violently probing out from the cloud, the fingertips penetrating deep into the flesh and bone!

The Four Gu Swords, however, seemed to feel no pain at all, his left hand drew back, and with a snap, he struck his own wrist.

The long sword entered Ye Liuyun s abdomen for another inch …… Then, the tip of the sword violently flared the light, and was destroyed by the powerful sword power and shattered in pieces, opening a colorful flower!

This is a horrible sword, although in the way encountered many unexpected problems, but still in the end, relying on the beginning of the hostage on the hostile meaning, succeeded in seriously injuring the leaf Liuyun.

At this time, the blood mist dispersed.

A bright yellow figure appeared from behind the blood mist, which seemed to imply that every emperor must use the blood of countless people to pave the way for his own unending foundation.

The bright yellow figure appeared between Ye Liuyun and Si Gu Jian, and struck out with a punch.

There were no frills, no tricks, just this simple, clear strike.

But there was absolutely no one in the world who could throw such a simple and clear punch. The hall is upright and bright, but it makes people simply unable to avoid it, and even …… have no intention to avoid it!

First there was a hissing sound, the body was impacted by the powerful true qi, and the right arm of Si Gu Jian, which was gouged by Ye Liuyun’s dragon claw, just snapped open!

Immediately followed by a muffled sound like an ancient temple’s bronze bell, Four Gu Jian’s eyes flashed with an expression that was complicated to the extreme as he looked at the bright yellow figure in front of him, and his entire body was struck out horizontally and horizontally!

With that expression, the Four Gu Swords broke his arm and flew, directly crashing through the wooden door of the East Mountain Celebration Temple. The powerful impulse, which successively smashed the countless buildings in the ancient temple, was like a large boulder that crushed everything his body came into contact with, and finally slammed into the large bell in the small shrine in the deepest part of the ancient temple, emitting a buzzing sound.

Directly opposite the ancient temple, under the big tree beside the stone path, the hemp-clothed Bitter Lotus looked at this scene with a perplexed face, sitting cross-legged, as if he had been attracted by the sound of the bell, something in his body suddenly exploded, and his entire body suddenly soared for a moment, and then shrank immediately afterward, with blood seeping out of his eyes and ears.

The large tree behind Bitter Lotus collapsed with a loud bang and shattered into pieces, and all of the green stones within a five-foot radius around him were squeezed into twisted three-dimensional cuts by the true qi that had leaked out of his body, either grimly or sadly cocking their sharp corners to meet the last raindrops that landed from the heavens.

Most of the buildings in the ancient temple had become ruined walls, the ancient myths painted in oil colors had become a powdered past, and the moss-covered pool was missing a large opening, the rainwater received inside flowed out, mixing with the earth and rocks, becoming turbid and unappealing. A few white cranes, stunned by the sound, cowed at the back of the pool. A yellow cloth was shaken to the ground, covering the body of the Four Gu Swords that lay miserably on the ground at the end of the passage. Only listening to the yellow cloth under the Four Gu Swords with a very weak voice, mournfully howling curses something, only his voice has been extremely weak, by the bell above his head to cover up all the sound.

The buzzing of the bell resounded throughout the entire summit of the Great Eastern Mountain.

The hurricane by the sea, comes and goes quickly, just like the impermanence of this human world, the joy and anger of the emperors. Earlier it was still a torrential downpour and gale force winds, but at this time the wind abruptly subsided and the rain stopped. The sky clouds suddenly scattered a mouth, revealing the cloud after the porcelain blue gentle sky color. A touch of heavenly light sprinkled down in a clear and transparent manner, falling on the bright yellow figure on the cliff side of the eastern mountain, illuminating his face clearly.

Emperor Qing stood in place with a pale face, his limbs were trembling, half of the overbearing true qi in his body was infused into Bitter Lotus, the last punch of the King’s Path squeezed out the last of his spirit, and at this point, he was already exhausted to the extreme.

The light of the sky was pale, and this most powerful monarch in the world, with his dragon robe drenched by the rain and his hair disheveled, drooped breathlessly on his forehead, but the calmness within his eyes contained countless emotions that he didn’t know the meaning of.

In his entire life, he had never been in such a sorry state.

In his entire life, he had never been this powerful.