8mi Chapter 130 Lu Zhong: You Are Not Qualified To Fight Me
Chapter 130 Lu Zhong: You Are Not Qualified To Fight Me
boom!
A loud bang suddenly erupted between heaven and earth.
Huge waves suddenly appeared in the sea water, making a deafening roar.
Nangong Pushe saw that the moment Wang Xianzhi's right hand came into contact with the Sword Intent, his sleeves and robes were completely destroyed.
The dazzling sword light pierced everyone's eyes.
Where the two sides met in close combat, no one saw what happened, and could only hear the clang of weapons.
I don’t know how long it took, but the voice finally became quiet for about 25 minutes.
Everyone slowly opened their eyes and saw Wang Xianzhi and Lao Huang standing on both sides of the Martial Emperor City, with a distance of twenty feet in between.
Wang Xianzhi's right sleeve robe has been completely torn, and her breathing is slightly short of breath.
But Lao Huang stood at the other end, but he was calm.
It's just that his face is frighteningly white.
The fingertips are also trembling slightly.
The move of Jianjiu just now had exhausted all his internal energy.
He was no longer able to fight.
In fact, if it weren't for Lu Zhong's words that inadvertently awakened Lao Huang, his mentality would have changed dramatically.
He was dead just now.
"It seems that I am still no match for you." Lao Huang said, his voice was filled with disappointment or regret.
However, there is a certain openness to it.
For Lao Huang now, winning or losing is not important at all.
The important thing is that he finally had the courage to face the nightmare he once had,
He has taken this step, and as for victory or defeat, or life and death, he is no longer there at all.
At this moment, his whole body became more relaxed than ever before.
The aura on his body also changed from the weak one in the past and became vast and profound.
A sword that can travel ninety-six thousand miles has completely changed Lao Huang's state of mind.
Looking at Lao Huang, Wang Xianzhi shook her head and said indifferently: "But you have already walked out.
Wang Xianzhi was a little surprised by the fighting power displayed by Lao Huang.
After many years, no one has allowed him to fight happily.
Lao Huang asked: "Why go out?"
Wang Xianzhi said: "You know."
Lao Huang was thoughtful, then nodded.
Wang Xianzhi asked again: "What made you walk out?"
He was curious.
The figure of Lu Zhong fishing flashed through Lao Huang's mind again and said: "A person."
"one person?"
"Yes." Lao Huang nodded and said, "Sometimes, growth is just a thought. His words made me understand a truth."
Wang Xianzhi nodded slowly, then he stretched out his hand and lifted it into the air, and Huang Lujian flew into Old Huang's hand.
Wang Xianzhi praised softly: "In so many years, you are the only one who has got the sword back. I hope you are not the last one.
Lao Huang held the sword in his hand and stretched out his hand to stroke it gently.
It looked like stroking a lover who had been dead for 977 years.
After thirty years, he finally got back what belonged to him.
He escaped for thirty years, and until today, he finally found his dignity again.
The sea breeze blew, blowing Old Huang's sloppy clothes. He stood on the Martial Emperor city and could not calm down for a long time.
The battle is over.
Everyone looked at the two figures on the wall of Martial Emperor with a sense of loss.
Amidst the roar of the wind and cranes, Nangong servant took a step forward and said: "Wang Xianzhi!"
"Huh?" On the city wall, Wang Xianzhi stood with his hands behind his hands, turning his head slightly to look at Nangong Pushe.
Everyone's eyes were also attracted to her.
Everyone looked at Nangong Pushe with puzzled expressions. .