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The battle that broke out with the entire Tianqi as the battlefield was actually an overwhelming unilateral suppression.

Whether it is sword energy or fist energy, the Dragon God Key no matter how many powerful and exquisite attacks it makes, it collapsed under Qianxun's random punch. This is not a martial arts skill that can be broken by force with ten times, but a martial arts skill that has reached its peak. The powerful enemy in front of him is incredibly strong, and he is well versed in the extreme of martial arts, as if all the martial arts that exist in the world are in the cage that he intertwined with his hands. This understanding of martial arts is not the scientific value obtained by the elder brother through rote memorization and amazing calculation ability, but the martial arts divine intention cultivated in bloody battles - the Qi in the key's body roars, the internal energy is boiling, and he has already faced the enemy with all his strength. However, Qianxun still eases and breaks a fierce killing move.

Jian's body became more and more hot as the qi surged, but his heart gradually became colder. What Chihiro held was definitely not the power that could appear on the earth. The heart of the strong man who had been tempered for thousands of years clearly originated from a series of fierce fighting that could shock the world. Even if he killed all the strong men on the earth, he would not be able to raise the martial arts divine will of Qianhiro!

"Your technique is like a sieve, with loopholes everywhere, extremely clumsy. Your fighting spirit is constantly shaking, with more and more flaws, and it is very childish." A huge force came from the sky, flying across, blasting the protective energy of the key to collapse. The martial god's qi and blood stagnated, and his body stiffened again, as if he was in an endless nightmare. Qianxun's faint sarcasm came to his ears, "Your belief is just a whimsical and stupid word from a young man, very boring. Your body has already made a wail under full load operation, it is really fragile."

The Dragon God Key struggled to resist the crushing of the invisible aura and could not even speak.

"Sad, you are spoiled." Qianxun sighed softly, "The realm of the God of Martial God is nothing to you, but the real realm of the God of Martial God does not come from cultivation. Do you know that the elder brother used his peak body to control the balance method, and once drove a wooden boat with a wooden oar in his hand and rushed into the ocean. He did not rely on any technological means or with any external force to fight in the stormy waves for three days and three nights, and finally achieved a seamless connection between computing power and physical control? Otherwise, why do you think he can use the body of a mortal to be invincible under the God of Martial God? Your vision is too small and you have never experienced any life-long battle, so you are too young."

Jian swept his legs across, Qianxun sneered faintly, stepped on his knees, kicking him to the ground in a mess.

"The timing of that move just now is interesting, but the tower in the sky is the tower in the sky. You have the unrivaled talent, but you ruined it." Qianxun did not pursue it and sneered, "If brother had your qualifications, even Gaia could kill him."

The Dragon God Killing suddenly rushed forward, jumped forward and hit her knees. Qianxun flicked her sideways, gently brushed her left hand on the knee, pulling the little Wu Shen to the center of gravity, and then lightning attacked with his right hand. A fierce elbow hit him in the back, smashing the key to the ground, causing gravel on the ground to splash, and the cracked lines spread out layer by layer like a spider web. Qianxun did not stop this time, but directly kicked the Dragon God Killing and kicked it dozens of meters away.

The key quickly turned over in the air, and his five fingers formed a hook, clasped on the ground, dragged five or seven meters, dragging out five deep grooves on the hard stone bricks. After finally stopping the decline and regaining his breath, Qianxun floated like a ghost, raised his foot, hitting his head, and trampling him into the ground.

"What can this half-baked determination and will do? The reason why I hold a passionate boy-like boring and childish fantasy about the future and the world is that you have not really understood what you are facing." Qianxun suppressed the struggle of the guard tightly, and said indifferently, "You can feel it..."

"Feel that true strength is not what you said. Although your own strength is limited, you can defeat all powerful enemies by side with your friends and allow everyone to survive. That naive idea was wrong from the beginning. What do you think the things of the race's life and death count? In the desperate battles between life and death, what continues hope is not love and bonds, but courage and strategy, iron and blood, abandonment and sacrifice."

The boundless darkness began to devour everything. In the dead and cold world, gray and white are the only tone, just like the underworld.

Chihiro's voice seemed to come from heaven.

"The real strength is that after all the friends who fought side by side died, with guilt and promise to the dead, they continued to move forward with determination, constantly losing everything until they were numb, holding on to the last little light, clenched tightly, struggling, supporting, protecting, and never letting go, even if only one person is left, stick to it!"

The power to suppress himself disappeared. Kan slapped his right hand and stood up. What he saw was no longer the familiar scene of Tianqi School, but a gray world. The pale earth, the darkness rolling in the sky, and the white mist dispersed. The God of Martial Arts' eyesight was amazing, but he could not see through the things in the white fog. He sighed in the wind, like complaining and crying, hating, sadness, nostalgia, and sadness.

Is this an inherent barrier?

No, perhaps more advanced, enough to be called a realm, comparable to a semi-plane existence.

Is this the emergence of the Chihiro Heart Storm?

It is full of despair tones, without even sunshine, the dark clouds surging in the sky, and the dark tide rolling around.

For no reason, my nose felt sore and I almost burst into tears.

He was a little surprised. Is it the power of the storm of the mind that is the main spiritual power of the soul? It can even make him, the martial god, almost lose his mind. If he is an ordinary person or a warrior with a slightly weaker state of mind, he may be defeated by this desperate emotion... He moved slowly and vigilantly, clearing the white fog in front of him, and searching for Qianxun's traces.

What's this?

The white mist dissipated, and a white object appeared, like a small stone tablet, standing alone on the pale ground. The keys slowly squatted down. The surface of the monument was shiny, and there were no words engraved on it. I don’t know who it was for, what its meaning, or what it meant. But the surface of the monument was blown by the wind and made a whimpering sound, like a cry of sorrow.

The key hesitated for a moment and slowly reached out his hand.

The moment the fingertips touched the monument, the strange picture suddenly exploded in my mind.

It was a quiet and elegant ward. The white-haired old lady was lying on the bed. Her eyes were sometimes gentle and sometimes confused. She pursed her shriveled lips and said softly: "Sure enough, I still can't remember... My eldest son is gone, but I know he is a hero, which makes me proud. But my husband is gone, but I can't remember him. I obviously have a husband, but why can't I remember him? Others can't remember my husband's appearance, but no one can remember it. But no matter how you describe it, I still can't remember it. He is obviously a great hero, a good father, a good husband, and a man who sacrifices for mankind is my husband? Why is such a good man not angry all day long when I tease him? Did I owe him a lot?"

She gasped for a few heavy breaths and said with a wry smile: "Ah, isn't it possible? Sorry... I originally wanted to work hard to live a few more days, but I always think about it over the years, and I can't remember them, and I want to meet them. Will I really see them after I die? The most uneasy thing is you. I know you are having a hard life. When I leave, no one will talk to you. But I still hope you can live, live happily, and take the share of the three of us. In fact, it's okay to save humanity or something. Our family has never owed anyone, and my mother doesn't understand any righteousness and mission. I am a selfish woman. In the end, I just hope that my son can live well..."

"Do you blame your mother? You have always loved your elder brother more over the years..."

"Oh... My son has grown up and he always doesn't want to listen to his mother's nagging. I know you have your own ideas, but don't be tired of yourself? After I die, who will nag you? I can't let it go..."

In my strange memory, I held the wrinkled hand of the old woman.

Although there are wrinkles between your eyebrows and eyes, you can only vaguely see the old lady's charm when she was young from her old face.

But those eyes won't lie.

A gentle gaze can only have one person.

In my memory, the old lady finished her last sentence in her life and closed her eyes with a smile.

She said: "Mom, let's sleep for a while..."
Chapter completed!