My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 889

  Chapter 889 Peak Showdown! Declining Confucianism and Taoism, new words of war!

  It is evening.

  The setting sun is slightly drunk, the sky is full of sunset, and the giant ape peak is reflected in a fiery red.

   The eighth match between Misty Immortal Sect and Dayan officially started.

   Misty Immortal Sect has lost five games in a row.

   This match will determine the final victory between them and Dayan.

   So, crucial!

  Yueyang Tower, dressed in a blue robe, has taken the lead on the battlefield.

  Even among the three major immortal sects, this peak master of the Misty Immortal Sect is well-known, standing on the stage with his hands behind his back, with a calm face and an aura like a mountain.

  The young practitioners in the audience, even if they just glanced at him secretly, they felt a sudden strong pressure, which made their hearts tighten.

   This is the aura of the strong!

   After a while.

  Bai Yishan, dressed in a snow-white Confucian robe, walked out of Dayan's tent as gentle as jade and stepped onto the battle platform.

  This middle-aged man with a handsome appearance and gray temples has a refined temperament and a personable demeanor.

  Jia Xun and Fairy Liuyun came to the arena and rearranged a more powerful formation.

   The battle of the strong is extremely powerful.

  In order not to affect the practitioners around the audience, it is natural to replace it with a stronger formation.

  With the joint efforts of the two masters, the formation was quickly completed.

  A golden mask slowly emerged, with a wider range, covering the entire battle platform.

  At this time, Yueyang Tower Fang on the stage cupped his hands and said: "Yueyang Tower of the Misty Immortal Sect, majoring in the soul, and returning to the middle stage."

  As soon as the words came out, there were bursts of exclamations from the audience.

   "Sure enough, it is already in the realm of unity!"

   "Tsk tsk, return to one, in our country, even in the state of transformation of gods, I dare not think about it. This is the first time in my life to see a master in the state of return to one. This trip is worth it!"

  At this time, Bai Yishan also cupped his hands and said: "Da Yan, Bai Yishan, majors in Confucianism and Taoism, the state of great Confucianism, that is, the initial stage of the unity of soul and soul."

  As soon as the words came out, there was another louder exclamation from the audience.

   "Tsk tsk, great Confucianism! I didn't expect this Dean Bai to break through!"

   "Didn't it mean that the world lacks literary energy, and Dayan has already lost literary energy? How did he break through?"

   "Little Great Flame, it really is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

  Yueyanglou focused his eyes, and said indifferently: "I didn't expect Dean Bai to break through to the realm of unity. Congratulations, congratulations."

  The faces of the Misty Immortal Sect members under the stage changed slightly.

  Especially Zhou Yuanshan, who was just about to go on stage, the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

  He is also in the early stage of normalization.

   But Confucianism and Taoism skills are weird and unpredictable. If the two are equal in realm, he is really not sure that he can beat the other party.

   And this battle is the only chance for their Misty Immortal Sect to come back.

   So, they have to win!

   "I didn't expect Bai Yishan to break through... Fortunately, Master Yue was allowed to go up..."

  His face was gloomy, and he was secretly rejoicing.

  With Peak Master Yue around, it is naturally safe.

  When it comes to the realm of Guiyi, let alone a small realm, even the strength of the same realm, there will be a big gap because of who advances first and who advances second.

   What's more, Peak Master Yue is said to be already sprinting towards the late stage of Guiyi.

   This Bai Yishan probably just broke through the normalization not long ago, so he is naturally not an opponent.

   "The eighth match, start!"

  At this time, Jia Xun's indifferent voice sounded.

  Everyone in the audience held their breath and watched intently.

   Two masters of the same realm fight against each other, which is rare in a hundred years!

   On the battle platform.

   The two of them looked at each other, and they both stood there without moving.

  While everyone was wondering, someone suddenly discovered that there were two phantoms reflected in the pupils of the two, as if they were fighting fiercely.

  It turns out that the souls of the two have long been fighting together.

   It's just that the speed is too fast and the spirit is too strong, many people have not had time to discover it.

   "Boom!"

  At this time, a huge wave of air suddenly exploded between the two of them, spreading towards the surroundings like a wave.

  The two of them suddenly shook, and their dilated pupils regained their spirits.

  Yueyang Tower stood still.

  Bai Yishan suddenly swayed, and retreated a distance of dozens of steps before he stood firm, and two touches of blood suddenly appeared on his face.

   Obviously, he suffered.

   A light flashed in Yueyanglou's hand, and a three-foot-long golden machete appeared.

   I saw an understatement, and with a light slash, a huge golden half-moon blade glow flew out.

   Before everyone could see clearly, they had already arrived in front of Bai Yishan.

  In front of Bai Yishan's chest, a picture scroll suddenly appeared. The picture scroll unfolded instantly, and a white light flew out from it.

   "Zheng—"

   A buzzing sound of metal clashing sounded.

  Yueyang Tower's half-moon sword light was blocked, turned into a little light, and disappeared.

  The scroll on Bai Yishan's chest disappeared, and there was a white sword in his hand.

  On the body of the sword, golden fonts emerged one after another, like golden runes, flashing endlessly.

  The two of them didn't communicate at all, and their figures flashed, and they were already standing together.

  The knives and swords in the hands of the two also fought hundreds of moves in an instant.

  Most of the practitioners in the audience did not see clearly the moves of the two.

   Even, even the shadows of the two of them could no longer be distinguished, and it was completely impossible to see who was who.

too fast!

  If it weren't for the bursts of air, which rushed towards the surrounding formation mask like a tide, some practitioners would not even know that the two people on the stage were fighting fiercely.

   "Zheng—"

   Another deafening buzz sounded.

  The two figures suddenly separated.

  Bai Yishan flew upside down, hit the last array mask, and landed on the ground.

  The sword in his hand cracked inch by inch with a "click".

   Immediately, it turned into golden characters, and when the light dimmed, they all shattered and disappeared.

  At this time, everyone in the audience saw the situation clearly.

   "Sure enough, that Dean Bai is not the opponent of Yueyang Tower, and the sword that turns words into reality has been interrupted..."

Yueyang Tower didn't stop, still didn't say a word, lightly raised the scimitar in his hand, only swiped it lightly, and there was a "boom", hundreds or even thousands of golden sword lights flew out, densely packed , and shot towards Bai Yishan!

  Bai Yishan focused his eyes, and a white light suddenly appeared around him, covering his whole body.

   Immediately, his mouth began to sing in a low voice.

  At this time, everyone was surprised to find that every time his lips moved, a golden letter spit out from his mouth and floated in front of him.

   "Boom!"

  At this time, the densely packed sword light from Yueyang Tower had already shot towards him, slashing ferociously on the white light shield all over his body.

  Like a shower hitting plantains, it's endless!

   Soon, the white mask made a whining sound and began to shatter and open.

   And at this time.

  The golden characters on Bai Yishan's chest suddenly condensed into a round of golden scorching sun, and then there was a "wow", suddenly the light was brilliant, and instantly melted away the densely packed meniscus lights that flew over!

   "Scorching sun and clear sky..."

Holding the scimitar, Yueyang Tower said with a calm expression: "I didn't expect that after so many years, you are still using this poem handed down from ancient Confucianism and Taoism. It seems that Confucianism and Taoism are indeed on the verge of extinction, and new ones will never appear again It's a pity, a pity…”

   After finishing speaking, the scimitar in his hand suddenly grew bigger with a "shua" sound!

  The sword light is blooming, and the breath is ten feet long!

   There was a scream that pierced the air.

  The huge crescent moon blade slashed down at Bai Yishan in an instant!

  The golden scorching sun in front of Bai Yishan made a "buzz", bursting with light, spinning to meet it!

   "Boom!"

   A loud bang!

  The entire battlefield, the entire Giant Ape Peak seemed to be shaken suddenly!

  The array shield covering the battle platform also suddenly buzzed and flickered, as if it was about to be unable to stop this terrifying explosive force.

  The expressions of all the practitioners in the audience changed, and they hurriedly backed away.

  But the formation formed by Jiutian Yaotai and Penglai Xiandao is still indestructible.

  The terrifying power and air waves were blocked back by the mask, and after running back and forth on the platform for a long time, they gradually dissipated.

  The meniscus blade light disappeared.

  The golden scorching sun was also smashed to pieces.

  Yueyanglou stood on the spot, holding a scimitar, his robes fluttering, motionless.

  As for Bai Yishan, he had already retreated far away, leaning his back against the last photomask, his Confucian robe was torn, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

  Those golden words have all disappeared.

  Yueyanglou held the knife, raised his footsteps, and walked towards him step by step. A golden vortex appeared on the tip of the knife, and the condensed energy became faster and faster.

   "Confucianism and Taoism have already collapsed, and these skills should also be turned into the dust of history, and go with them. And you Bai Yishan, the way you stick to, has no way. Just like you now, you are dying, and you should have been extinguished long ago..."

   "Om—"

  He raised the scimitar in his hand, and his whole body was bathed in the golden light of the sword, like a **** descending from the earth, with a wave of his hand, he destroyed the world!

  The huge golden sword light instantly submerged Bai Yishan inside.

  The storm formed by the knife gas laughed wildly, twirling, baring its teeth and claws, frantically strangling on the platform!

  Like a violent and bloodthirsty beast that has gone mad!

  The cultivators in the audience could no longer see the figure of the gentle and refined scholar.

   Everyone in Dayan clenched their fists.

   But at this time, in the storm of sword light, a white light suddenly lit up.

   Immediately, a clear voice sounded: "Raise your head to the northwest floating clouds, relying on the sky thousands of miles to have a long sword. People say this place, see you in the night, bullfighting flames..."

   Following the sound of this voice, golden fonts suddenly lit up in the raging sword light.

  The figure in the snow-white Confucian robe was also suddenly visible.

   "I feel that the mountains are high, the lake is empty and the water is cold, and the moon and stars are dim. I am waiting to look under the burning rhinoceros, but I am afraid when I lean on the railing. The wind and thunder are angry, and the fish and dragons are miserable..."

   "Boom!"

   When this sentence was finished, a terrifying aura suddenly rose from the sword light!

  The figure in a snow-white Confucian robe, surrounded by golden characters, walked out of the storm of swords step by step, like a stroll in a courtyard.

  The roaring blades rushed towards him frantically, but were split open by an increasingly powerful aura.

  Bai Yishan walked out of the sword light, with long hair flying, wearing a Confucian robe, and his eyes were radiant.

  He walked directly to Yueyang Tower step by step, and continued to read: "The gorge is close to the Cangjiang River, and the dangerous building is passed, and it is about to fly... The rise and fall of the ages, the sorrow and laughter of the century, and the momentary viewing..."

   "Boom!"

  When the whole poem was finished, his whole body suddenly turned into a golden light, like a sharp sword coming out of his body, blooming with dazzling sword light, and slashed forward!

  Suddenly there was a piercing scream in the air.

   There is even a burning smell wafting out.

  Yueyanglou's pupils shrank, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, he slashed out suddenly.

   A loud bang!

  The sword glow collided with the sword glow.

  The figures of the two were instantly submerged in the dazzling light and the howling storm.

   After a while.

  The light and the storm gradually fade away.

  The figures of the two reappeared.

  Bai Yishan stood there, surrounded by golden characters, with long hair flying, eyes like torches, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again.

  Yueyang Tower took a few steps back, and the golden scimitar in his hand was broken in two.

  Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience was shocked.

  Confucianism and Taoism skills are indeed miraculous and unpredictable!

  Just one poem has such great power that it even broke the treasured sword of Yueyang Tower!

"good very good!"

  The indifferent look on Yueyanglou's face turned into an expression of interest, a light flashed in his hand, and the broken knife suddenly turned into powder.

   "Since you have new skills, the old man will no longer hide his secrets."

   After speaking, his whole body suddenly flashed red, and a blood-red mask appeared, and then, his whole body was suddenly covered with a layer of blood-colored scales.

  His body seemed to suddenly rise, and his two fists suddenly became as big as a hammer!

  The aura of the whole person seemed to have suddenly skyrocketed many times!

   "Blood armor unicorn transformation!"

  An elder from Penglai Xiandao under the stage suddenly changed his expression and exclaimed.

   Several people in Jiutian Yaotai also changed their expressions.

   "It is rumored that this blood armor unicorn change is a unique skill of the blood vagina. After the soul cultivator uses it, it can even reach the blood and strength of the same level of body refiner. How did it get into his hands?"

   "It is said that the **** **** person has already ascended, and he probably found him in the cave and got a chance..."

  While everyone in the audience was discussing, the breath in Yueyang Tower had already risen to the highest level.

  He suddenly turned into a red shadow and came in front of Bai Yishan.

  A huge blood-red fist hit the golden lettering in front of Bai Yishan with a "boom"!

  Just one punch!

  Bai Yishan's body was shaken by the impact, and he slid backwards.

   "Boom!"

  Second punch, third punch!

  The huge blood-red fist smashed towards Bai Yishan like a storm.

  The powerful power of Qi and blood made the golden font on Bai Yishan's body flicker.

  Every time a punch hits it, blood and golden light explodes!

   "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

   After two hundred and one punches!

  The golden font and mask in front of Bai Yishan were all torn to pieces.

  He was directly thrown into the air.

   Before he landed, Yueyang Tower suddenly threw out an even bigger **** fist!

"boom!"

  Bai Yishan slammed into the last photomask hard, with a "click", his chest sank slightly, and a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to catch the flying blood, landed on the ground, swayed slightly, leaned against the mask behind him, then opened his palm, and a blood-condensed font suddenly flew out of his palm .

   Looked slow, but instantly stopped the huge fist that was chasing from Yueyang Tower!

"Snapped!"

   Fist is blocked.

  The blood-condensed font suddenly burst out with a huge force, shaking Yueyang Tower's body and retreating.

   Immediately afterwards, the font seemed to have completed its task, and suddenly exploded, turning into a little blood, which spilled all over the ground.

  Bai Yishan got this chance to breathe, a light flashed in his hand, and he stroked his chest.

  The sunken part of the chest recovered instantly!

  But his face turned pale suddenly, he coughed a few times, and then spit out a mouthful of blood again, shaking his body, crumbling.

  When everyone in Dayan saw this scene, their hearts sank.

  Yueyanglou stabilized the turbulent energy and blood in his heart, and the **** light glowed on his fist again, and the power in his body rushed towards his arm quickly.

  His eyes even turned blood red!

  The whole person looks like a bloodthirsty ancient beast!

   "Dean Bai, admit defeat..."

  At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly sounded from the audience.

  The eyes of the other people next to her were all looking at her.

  Wearing a white dress with a noble and elegant demeanor, she is actually the Fairy Lianxue from Jiutian Yaotai.

  She also practices Confucianism and Taoism.

At this moment, she ignored the surprised eyes around her and said again: "You guys have already won five games, and there is still hope. If you die on the stage, Dayan will completely fall into darkness, and you will never see the future again." .”

  Paused, she said again: "Friends of Confucianism and Taoism, there are only a few of us left, little girl... I don't want to see you fall."

  With such a tone and demeanor, some people have already begun to secretly guess the relationship between the two.

  Fairy Liuyun frowned slightly and said, "Junior Sister Lianxue, pay attention to the influence."

  Fairy Lianxue suddenly looked at her and said, "What influence did Senior Sister tell me to pay attention to? You disregarded justice and fairness, and favored Misty Immortal Sect in front of the world's practitioners. Have you ever paid attention to the influence?"

  As soon as these words came out, Fairy Liuyun's expression darkened.

  The other women next to her saw that something was wrong, so they quickly persuaded her.

   "Junior Sister Lianxue, don't be rude to Senior Sister!"

   "Stop talking, don't let other sects see the joke."

   At this time, on the battle platform, there was a piercing scream!

   Fairy Lianxue's gaze immediately turned to the stage, her face turned pale, and the clenched fist in her sleeve trembled slightly.

   At this time, Yueyang Tower was enveloped by a blood-colored ray of light. With a punch, the world changed color, and the blood-colored fist glow instantly enveloped the entire battle arena!

  It seemed as if blood was falling all over the sky, dyeing all the space in the mask red!

  The expressions of everyone in the audience changed.

   In sight, everything is blood red!

  Bai Yishan's thin figure was instantly swallowed by the surging blood and disappeared.

  Everyone in the flames, their faces pale.

  Nangong Huoyue's body was trembling slightly.

  Luo Qingzhou stood beside her, gently holding her hand, staring at the place where the figure disappeared just now, and his heart tightened.

   He gave it too late after all.

   In such a short time, I'm afraid...

  Suddenly, a white light lit up in the blood!

   Immediately, a clear and familiar voice resounded amidst the deafening fist explosions:

   "The heaven and the earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric. The sun and the moon are full, and the celestial constellations..."

  The voice is Lang Lang, piercing clouds and cracking stones!

   "Boom—"

  A round of golden scorching sun suddenly rose slowly in the roaring **** storm!

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  (end of this chapter)

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