Chapter 51 The General

A stream of light bloomed from Wei Yuan's fingertips, and as he sliced with his fingers, it gradually dispersed, striking the mountain deity's brow. The world fell silent for a moment. The mountain deity's eyes narrowed, and immediately after, a crack appeared in the center of the brow of the White Tiger Dharma Body that stretched for countless miles behind him.

The crack grew larger and larger, spreading at an exaggerated speed.

Finally, under everyone's lost gazes, the magnificent and vast White Tiger Dharma Body was cleaved in two from the middle, and then fell to both sides, instantly turning into tumbling clouds and mist. Wei Yuan saw that the clouds began to dissipate as they fell, until they were no different from ordinary clouds and mist, without the power they had before.

He could barely control the remaining wind power, his black eyes overlooking the mountain deity.

"This sword will sever your foundation as a Heavenly God."

But he himself had also lost the divinity of Wu Zhiqi. Controlling the Dharma Sword earlier was already the last of his strength. In the mountain deity's light yellow eyes, anger was suppressed in an instant. Having been knocked down from the position of a Heavenly God, without the White Tiger Dharma Body, the previous chains of the altar could no longer bind him, and he broke free.

Wei Yuan pressed the phone in his clothes, then threw it away casually.

He raised his hand.

The Eight-Sided Han Sword fell into Wei Yuan's hand.

The mountain deity also had a Han-style battle sword in his hand.

Then, he suddenly rushed towards Wei Yuan, who had cut off his foundation as a Heavenly God. Wei Yuan controlled the wind power, and the Eight-Sided Han Sword in his palm slashed down, colliding with the sword in the mountain deity's palm, ringing and whistling. The powerful force made Wei Yuan's palm numb, and he could barely hold the weapon in his hand, but he still gritted his teeth and supported himself, fighting again.

Even though the two no longer had the means of immortals and gods, they soared through the air, fighting to the death in the sea of clouds.

The people below could not help.

The armaments carried by the fighter jets were almost completely exhausted, and the two people fighting at close range were too close. If they were not careful, they would hurt Wei Yuan instead. Suddenly, the mountain deity disregarded his own safety and thrust forward, the sword energy of the ink-colored battle sword in his palm was extremely strong, and it went straight for the vital point of Wei Yuan's heart.

Wei Yuan spun away, barely blocking the move with the sword in his palm, without trying to exchange injuries with the mountain deity.

With this, his momentum fell.

The mountain deity held the sword and launched a strong attack in the air, each move domineering and vigorous.

For a time, Wei Yuan could only parry.

The two of them were also constantly falling from the sky, but relying on the means of controlling the wind, they did not have to worry about falling to their deaths directly. Wei Yuan blocked another sword, and the sword energy overflowing from the blade tore a hole in his clothes. The sword in his hand counterattacked, and the clothes were blown open by the wind, revealing the jade pendant hanging around his neck.

The Jade Dragon Pendant.

The jade pendant of the Qin Emperor, once a token of the Black Ice Terrace elite Yuan.

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Just now, Wei Yuan used his mobile phone to send out the last message.

Moreover, he naturally did not wear the Jade Dragon Pendant on his body without any plan.

The mountain deity and Wei Yuan fought at close range in the air. In order to avoid being targeted by human weapons, the former refused to leave Wei Yuan too far at the moment, and his strength, even if he lost the foundation of the Heavenly God, was still above the current Wei Yuan. As a tiger, he could sense the killing intent and hostility, and avoided several attacks in advance.

Wei Yuan felt a stronger and stronger killing intent between his brows.

Almost there.

He suddenly retreated, taking the initiative to stop and withdraw from the battle. The mountain deity naturally followed closely behind.

Unknowingly, he and Wei Yuan had switched positions once. The swords in their hands blocked each other, Wei Yuan used the hilt of his sword to jam the mountain deity's sword, and the two sides began to fight at close range with fists and feet. Suddenly, an extremely strong neighing roar came from the sky.

The mountain deity is a tiger, and his instinct judged that he did not find any hostility directed at himself.

So he didn't pay attention at first.

By the time he reacted, it was too late.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and grabbed the mountain deity, his eyes burning like fire, and from Quanshi in the sky, a black light surged, with an aura that Wei Yuan was familiar with. It was the weapon of an unparalleled brave man since ancient times, a relic of the first person in the art of war, representing the bravery of traversing the battlefield with almost no defeats!

His last message was to let the Water Ghost and the War Soul open the box of the Overlord Spear.

Because that hostility was directed at Wei Yuan.

Even the mountain deity did not notice it.

The aura of肅殺 (su sha) penetrated the sky, as if the distant battlefield had descended again, as if the experienced general who had traversed back and forth was riding a war horse again, holding a spear. Then, this illusion dissipated, and the Overlord Spear pierced through the mountain deity blocking in front of Wei Yuan without hesitation, and then, it also pierced through Wei Yuan's shoulder.

Zhang Daoling's Dharma Sword intercepted the Overlord Spear at the last moment.

The two psychic weapons fought each other instinctively in the air.

Wei Yuan's face was pale.

The mountain deity spat out blood. The war aura briefly broke the clear spiritual energy of the mountains that he had obtained later. He and Wei Yuan glared at each other, and finally kicked each other fiercely, separated in the air, and fell heavily like stones. Fortunately, this place was not far from the top of a mountain, which saved the two from falling to their deaths together.

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Wei Yuan and the mountain deity fell heavily to the ground, losing their divinity, exhausting their mana, and suffering heavy injuries.

Even their physical strength was constantly draining with their injuries.

The pain twisted Wei Yuan's face, but he got up without hesitation, holding the Eight-Sided Han Sword tightly. At the same time, the embarrassed mountain deity got up. The latter had abandoned his tiger body, and was still in human form at the moment. The two looked at each other, and then, with angry shouts, they stepped forward, and the Han swords in their palms slashed horizontally.

The two swords kept intersecting, making a clang.

When the distinction between gods and humans is lost, when the control of the power of heaven and earth is lost, when mana is lost, what can be used to fight to the death is the courage to draw the sword, the will to never back down, and the most instinctive combat experience. This has nothing to do with good and evil.

Swords and swords crisscrossed, neither giving way.

Even unarmed combat was used.

The teachings of the Yellow Turban Army generals during the Three Kingdoms period at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

And the swordsmanship of the generals of Wang Mang's army at the end of the Western Han Dynasty.

The two sides were almost evenly matched, exchanging small injuries for greater advantages. They could not retreat, they did not care about themselves, they did not give in at all, and blood kept splashing out. The mountain deity thrust out a sword, which was夹 (jia) between Wei Yuan's armpits, and Wei Yuan's sword was also firmly grasped by the mountain deity's palm. Wei Yuan suddenly lowered his head and bumped hard.

There was a burst of pain, and both rolled backwards.

Almost losing breath.

Wei Yuan gasped quickly, his vision blurred. He looked back, and vaguely saw the tallest building in Yingtian Prefecture in his vision. He also remembered what he said, that what he liked most was a peaceful life. This was the expectation of everyone in this era, but they all knew how their peaceful life came about.

When they need to stand in front, they will not hesitate.

How could they hesitate?

This is my home...

Wei Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth heavily. Behind him was the human world. He staggered to his feet, the Eight-Sided Han Sword in his hand hissed angrily, spit out a mouthful of bloody foam, and strode forward.

"You motherfucker!"

The mountain deity supported himself on the ground and stood up. His vision was still focused, and he landed on the back of the opponent in front of him. There was the vast sky, the distant sky, the unrestrained, hearty self and the future. Without hesitation, he raised the sword in his hand and held it with both hands.

"Die!"

The two used the last desperate move, stepped forward, rushed forward, and suddenly spun around, stabbing with their swords. The swordsmanship was surprisingly similar at this moment. They both gathered all their strength and stabbed at the vital point of the heart. The mountain deity thought of the scene when Wei Yuan dodged the vital point of the heart when fighting in the sky earlier, and his will became firmer again.

When there is nothing external, no divinity, no power.

Even experience and courage are useless. What any living being relies on is will.

Wei Yuan faced the human world, while the mountain deity glared at the sky.

Two swords, one recreating the legend, the other severing the past.

But neither of them hesitated at all, they were extremely determined. Accompanied by the sound of footsteps stepping on the ground, they pierced each other's hearts without hesitation. In this confrontation, neither side's will showed weakness or retreat, and they ushered in an unprecedented and most tragic scene.

The mountain deity's body was no longer a soul, and his mouth, like Wei Yuan's, was almost gushing with blood.

Having fought to this point, at least he felt hearty and unrestrained.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that his sword had pierced the other party's heart, but a clear aura overflowed from it, as high as the long sky, condensed into the shape of petals. The mountain deity's eyes shrank slightly.

"Kunlun Undying Flower..."

The previous dodging was to mislead him?

Did he have such a plan from the beginning?

Wei Yuan grabbed the mountain deity's battle sword tightly with his left hand, roared angrily, and used all his strength to break it in two. Then he stepped forward, his left hand dripping with blood, and the fragments of the sword slashed across the mountain deity's throat. Wei Yuan's body also exhausted the last of his strength, brushed past the mountain deity, and fell heavily to the ground.

Hearty and unrestrained, with a wanton expression—

"General."

I won.

ps: Chess term, 將軍 (jiang jun), refers to the final victory. Two thousand six hundred words~

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Today's second update...Although it is the end, it is also late, barely considered a little after twelve o'clock, after all, it is not yet one o'clock, good night everyone~