Nightfall Chapter 7: The last sword

! This is humiliation, naked humiliation. !

There are many kinds of humiliation, verbal humiliation is the most common and the most powerless. For the strong who have seen the world and are used to the world, this humiliation has no power, but it is not the case for Hengmu Liren. ——He has the power of a strong man, but he does not yet have the mentality of a strong man.

That kind of mentality is the spirit and courage, and it takes a long time and countless battles to temper. The so-called Dao-mindedness refers to this aspect. However, his destiny has changed too strangely and suddenly, because of a spring rain. From a handyman in Tianyuyuan to the most powerful young man in the Xiling Temple, there was an obvious gap in his path of cultivation-so when he heard Liu Yiqing's words, he became very angry and angry. The hands holding the handle of the knife began to tremble.

The white cloth covered by Liu Yiqing's eyes trembled slightly in the night breeze. He seemed to be able to perceive the trembling of Hengmu Liren's hands, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, showing a little sympathy.

Hengmu Liren said with a cold voice: "Are you sympathizing with me?"

Liu Yiqing shook his head and said: "I am pitying you."

Hengmu Liren said: "What right do you have to pity me?"

Liu Yiqing said: "If you can't get what you want, it is naturally pitiful."

Yokogi Lito said: "Do you know what I want?"

Liu Yiqing said: "No matter what you want tonight, you can't get it."

Hengmu Liren was silent for a moment, and suddenly calmed down. He knew very well that this battle tonight was originally a test or temper to himself by the temple. He needs to learn how to be a real strong from the battle.

Yu appears to change the world, to turn the tide, and to turn the tide, Yu introverted to be calm and calm, and the peach mountain collapses without changing his face. This is the real strong person. Only in this way can he go further.

Liu Yiqing wants to make him angry, so he cannot be angry, because anger will affect his judgment and will have a serious impact on the battle. However, Liu Yiqing gave up his first sword tonight. At this time, he is covered in blood and broken leg. Arm, there is no way to change the situation, so what is the point of making him angry?

Hengmu Liren was satisfied, satisfied that he was no longer angry, satisfied that he could calmly think about these issues in battle, he looked at Liu Yiqing's pale face under the blade, and thought somewhat mockingly: You may still have hidden means or you are begging to die, but no matter what, it's just futile.

Liu Yiqing’s response from the very beginning seems to be saying that he wants to die. From the day he stepped into the threshold of the life-knowing state, Liren Hengmu has a completely different view of life and death than before, knowing that for many practitioners In other words, death is not such a terrible thing, it is even more terrifying to live, so he does not allow Liu Yiqing to die.

Or because, he was actually still angry.

As for Liu Yiqing, there may still be the power to fight again, as well as hidden means...Hengmu Liren doesn't care much, he is learning how to become a strong man, but his spiritual realm and confidence have already surpassed this level. He didn't believe that anyone in the world of Haotian could defeat him. Sometimes when he stood on a cliff and looked at the disabled old man in the wheelchair, he would have the impulsive desire to push the wheelchair down, let alone Liu Yiqing?

Come on, let me see what you are going to do.

Hengmu Liren’s face was slightly pale, the Haotian divine glory on the surface of his body kept burning, the thin knife in his hand no longer trembles, the blade was no longer cold, glowing with warm or hot light, tearing the night apart The wind and the last remaining distance pierced Liu Yiqing's eyebrows.

Liu Yiqing sat cross-legged on the rim. He didn't dodge, because his legs were broken. The blood under his body was gushing like a fountain, and because he hadn't thought of dodge at all, he chose to go straight out of the sword.

The severed hand and the sword fell on the ruin, how does he use the sword?

He used his left hand to hold the right hand that fell on the ruins, and then...

A shot is a sword.

This scene is a bit weird and familiar to people around the imperial city.

A few years ago before Qingxia, someone did this.

The man was Jun Mo, and his sword was the sword sage Liu Bai.

Liu Yiqing was also in that field at the time. He saw the sword and remembered it.

The sword of the sword pavilion was originally the fastest in the world. At this time, the sword shape of the second master of the academy was drawn, and the sword intent of the sword pavilion was used. The two overlapped, so it was even faster to imagine.

A flash of lightning seemed to light up in the night.

Liu Yiqing's sword comes first.

Hengmu Liren's blade only had enough time to walk one strand of hair in the night breeze in front of his eyebrows, and the sword held in his right hand in his left hand had already reached his chest.

With a soft puff, the blade pierced Hengmu Liren's chest.

The sword's edge has entered the flesh for half a minute, and the blood will appear to overflow from the wound.

People watching the battle around the imperial city were too late to exclaim.

The puff sounded softly, still staying between the two of them, and did not reach the periphery.

The blood that Jianfeng entered into his chest has not been able to drip.

Because all this happened so quickly.

Liu Yiqing's first sword was absolutely domineering to the extreme. With one sword cutting off a wall, his second sword was almost reaching the extreme, so fast that no one could react.

The passing of pain seems to be faster than sound.

Hengmu Liren's face became paler. He clearly felt the cold and sharpness coming from his chest, and the pain with a faint fishy smell. Yes, this kind of pain has a taste. !

But he was not flustered, let alone fear. On the contrary, he felt very happy, because Liu Yiqing's sword seemed to be stronger than the previous first sword. He thought it was the respect he most desired.

He got excited, his eyes became unusually bright, and each pupil seemed to turn into a star, constantly approaching the dark ground, about to burn countless summer grasses in the wilderness.

With Liu Yiqing's sword, there is no way to advance one point.

Because the sword has come into contact with the blood of Liren Yokogi.

The blood is burning, and all that is burning is Haotian Divine Brilliance.

The sneer, the sneer, the green smoke.

The sword entered the body of the gods, stained with the blood of the gods, and was burned inch by inch into invisible smoke.

The thin knife in Hengmu Liren's hand traverses the golden flower of Shenhui.

At the same time, the twelve thin knives behind him spread out like golden flowers.

The burning Shenhui is a beautiful flower. He is standing in the flower, and the sword is closer to Liu Yiqing.

A powerful will that is unimaginable and unspeakable appeared in front of him.

Is this the will of Haotian?

Liu Yiqing thought, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Under the shining of Haotian Divine Bright, this smile looked a little complicated, I didn't know if it was self-deprecating or mocking.

His left hand is holding his right.

He held the burnt sword in his right hand.

The sword was gradually burned to ashes by Shenhui, like a weak candle.

Broken's right hand was also ablated by Shenhui, exposing the white phalanx, then the phalanx became black and the front end gradually pointed.

Liu Yiqing waved his hand, and the charred finger bones broke out of the wind, floating in front of Hengmu like a sword.

Piao is generally used to describe very light things, but rarely used to describe swords, even the lightest flying sword.

But Liu Yiqing's last sword did float past.

As he swung his sword, the weeping willows on the moat around the imperial city floated with the night wind.

The willow branches lightly touch the river water and make little ripples.

The white cloth on Liu Yiqing's face floated, flicking away the Haotian divine glory spewing from the blade.

Hengmu Liren's eyes finally became serious for the first time.

This sword of Liu Yiqing is as unpredictable as the wind.

Sure enough, he is the strongest of Jiange.

Hengmu Liren was solemn, then excited.

Liu Yiqing's injuries are hard to recover, and it is impossible to defeat him tonight, but this sword is a real test for him. He wants to break this sword perfectly and let this person suffer pain and humiliation.

Hengmu Liren stopped drinking! Countless blazing rays of light burst from between his hands, and the blade endures that great will. It falls indefinitely!

The sword is like the wind? Then I cut off the wind!

Face the wind, slash it!

There was silence.

The wind was cut off, naturally silent.

The countless weeping willows along the moat broke silently, falling into the river water, weak and light like floating grass.

The white cloth covering Liu Yiqing's eyes was cut off, floated to his chest, and then stopped.

He has a sword stuck in his chest.

His right hand.

Blood kept flowing from there.

There are blood mouths all over his body.

Most of them were broken by Liren Yokogi's sword.

But the real fatal thing is his own sword.

"Why?"

Hengmu Liren's face was pale. Looking at him, he asked, "Why didn't you stab me with this last sword?"

Liu Yiqing said: "I said you are not worthy."

He was talking, coughing up blood, and smiling.

A mocking smile.

A pitying smile.

Yokogi Lito shouted angrily: "Why am I not worthy!"

Liu Yiqing said: "Why repeat the same words."

Hengmu Liren was silent.

Liu Yiqing smiled and said: "Can't you kill me, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Tonight, the powerful people from the Xiling Temple gathered. He went to the meeting with a single sword, knowing that he was unlucky, but he still came, because it is so big in the Southern Jin Dynasty, there must be someone to explain some attitude.

He knows very well the intention of the Xiling Temple to arrange this battle. This is a grand ball. In front of the Southern Jin imperial city is the stage where the Haotian Dao Sect shows its power to the world.

He stepped onto this stage, but was not going to be a supporting role.

He killed the Nanjin Emperor first, and then killed himself, then no one could kill him again.

Tateto Yokogi can't do anything on this stage, so what qualifications do you have to be a leading actor?

He is Liu Yiqing, a figure destined to be recorded in history, so at the last moment of his life, he will of course occupy all the glory of the stage. This is the last sword he stabbed at the Xiling Temple.

Hengmu Liren's figure is a bit lonely.

Tonight, it was his first battle to become a strong man, but how could he think that the ending had already been written, and it had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why the Lord had said such a paragraph when he left Taoshan, and he also understood why the Lord would let the person in the night follow him.

The road to becoming a strong man turned out to be so difficult.

He is really unwilling