Nightfall Chapter 51: He is not alone

(Yesterday, I wrote one more word about Xiaoyu’s realm...it has been changed in the manuscript, apologize, hand slippery.)

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The ground cracked, the tree shattered, and then the sound had time to spread.

The sound of the violent impact echoed in the air.

The terrifying roar directly crushed the remaining part of the tree again, and flattened the remaining courtyard wall by the way. People who were a little closer were overturned directly to more than ten feet away, unconscious .

Fortunately, the people in the field were covering their ears, otherwise they might be stunned to death by the roar of the impact. For that matter, many people were fainted.

At least tens of thousands of kilograms of stone chips and soil were shaken up by the terrifying impact and thrown into the sky, instantly covering the distant morning sun, a black patch, completely unable to see the scene between the scenes.

In the darkness, the gravel fell like rain, the remaining leaves crackled and shattered into flocs. The firewood in the courtyard wall was a little messy, and some fell into the well, like counting Hundreds of frogs are diving.

I don't know how long it took, the stone rain gradually stopped, and the smoke gradually gathered.

In front of the courtyard wall, there was an extra hole.

The bluestone ground is very hard, and the bottom is relatively soft soil, but the deeper part is harder granite. At this time, a pit, a very deep pit, appeared.

The smoke gradually gathered, and two figures at the bottom of the pit gradually appeared.

Tang Xiaotang held an iron rod in his hand, which was a little deformed.

In front of the iron rod, there is a hand, and the other is pale gray, as if it is not a human hand.

Long Qing was holding a stick in his hand, his face was pale, his eyes were extremely dark, with blood leaking from the corners of his lips, he half-kneeled on the bottom of the pit, looking a little embarrassed, but did not fall down after all.

Tang Xiaotang's face was also very pale, the iron rods of the Demon Sect's holy thing were deformed, and her wrist bones were directly shattered, and her right arm was trembling constantly, as if she would be unable to hold it in the next moment.

With a click, Long Qing slowly stood up, the hem of his shirt was completely broken and his body covered with dust.

He looked at Tang Xiaotang and said, "You shouldn't be so strong."

Tang Xiaotang didn't speak, but pressed his lips tightly. Only in this way can blood accumulate in his chest and abdomen from spraying out, and only in this way can he continue to hold the iron rod without being seen the truth of weakness.

Long Qing suddenly laughed, with blood in his teeth, describing that he looked a little horrible, and his sword-like eyebrows were also raised, and the gray eyes were very beautiful and weird.

"But no matter how strong you are."

Long Qing smiled and said: "Because...I am stronger, you can't even find someone stronger than me, because, dear little girl, I am no longer alone."

His voice is trembling slightly, not because of the injury, but a little excited, even a little crazy. He feels that there are really many voices in his body that are at peace with him.

Many years ago, he practiced medicine and cultivated his body in Zhishou Temple, stole the scriptures of Tianshusha, and learned the evil techniques in the book. Then he seized half of the Taoist's lifelong cultivation skills and regained his life. After that, he rebelled against the Dao Sect, fleeing all the way, sucking the powers of the Dao Sect powerhouses all the way, until he reached the depths of the Eastern Desolation, and absorbed the spirits of many powerhouses in the Palace of the Left Tent, and finally cultivated to the upper realm of life. At that time there were many people in his body.

After that, he was accepted again by the Taoist sect and returned to Taoshan. At that time, his realm had begun to be as unstable as Ye Hongyu had estimated, and there were even signs of collapse. At that time, he was left with few choices, or Dissipating the exercises and becoming an ordinary person from now on, or continue to forcibly grab the cultivation base of others, and treat the poison as a good wine swig, one day there will be problems, but at least it can help him for more time.

Long Qing chose the latter without hesitation, because he needs to be strong, because he has wandered between light and darkness for too much time, and he is tired of that kind of day.

For him, it was extremely fortunate that at that time, Xiling Temple was leading the will of the Lord, and began to purge the forces inside the Taoist Temple. In the Temple of Light, Temple of Heavenly Oracle, and the forces loyal to the Master, I do not know how many people were Closed to the You Pavilion, those powerful Daoists eventually became the victims of his gray eyes.

The demon sect created gluttony**, and was later changed by the Dao Sect to gray eyes. For hundreds of years, only Long Qing practiced this technique to the extreme, because only he had such a chance and had so much "food". His current realm is the pinnacle of knowing fate, but he has an unimaginable powerful cultivation base, and he has become the most special existence in the history of cultivation.

At the beginning, in front of Linkang City Palace, the big brother saw Long Qing's strength, a little puzzled, and even a little surprised, but he could not see where his strength came from.

Long Qing is powerful, as he said to Tang Xiaotang at this moment, because he... is no longer a person, he is a lot of individuals, or he is already an inhuman existence.

Tang Xiaotang's face became paler. She knew Long Qing's strength better than anyone else. When she fell from the sky and fell to the ground like a meteor, how could she have imagined that he would block it with just one hand.

Is the distance between the sky and the earth no longer a big deal to Long Qing?

She frowned, pulled the iron rod out of the opponent's hand, and then raised it again, looking a little bit painful.

Her wrist bone has been broken, but the person is still standing, so she can fight again.

Long Qing looked at her quietly, his eyes became extremely dark, the gray color occupied the entire eyeball like a dark cloud occupying the sky, and the body under the shirt began to exude a sense of death.

Tang Xiaotang lowered his head slightly, his pony tail was shaken away, and his black hair flew in front of him, blocking his vision.

She silently resisted the sucking power of Grey Eyes. Fortunately, she was practicing the Demon Sect technique. The spirit and the powerful body were merged into one, and it was not easy to be separated or defeated.

Long Qing took a deep breath.

When Tang Xiaotang fought with the temple powerhouse before, he took two deep breaths to exhaust the cold wind on the square.

At this time, with Long Qing's breathing, the intact old locust tree behind the courtyard wall began to tremble, and after almost the entire cold winter, the leaves that remained stubbornly left, fell tragically.

Long Qing seemed to have turned into a black hole, with countless breaths of heaven and earth pouring from all over the city, rolling up leaves and remnants of snow, coming to the bottom of the pit in front of the broken wall, and entering his body.

The countless auras of heaven and earth, attracted by the complex souls in his body, burst out from his chest with an unimaginable will of terror, and instantly passed through that seemingly thin Taoist shirt.

There is a hole in his chest and abdomen, the arrow hole shot by Ning Que, the black hole.

A black peach blossom about three feet square appeared on his chest, faint, dark as night, with a cold breath, as if it came from the most gloomy abyss, with endless resentment.

Black peach petals bloom.

Long Qing's right hand stretched out among the black petals and fell towards Tang Xiaotang.

Tang Xiaotang's eyes became extremely bright, because she knew it was the moment of life and death.

The iron rod in her hand changed direction, no longer shot down, but horizontally in front of her, like the famous scenery on the big river, the iron fence in front of the black cliffs, blocking the danger of the surging river to humans before.

Long Qing's fist fell on the iron rod.

Slap! The already bent iron rod bends from the middle again, bending more severely, forming a curve, it seems that as long as the child blows another breath, it will really break.

A curve appeared in Tang Xiaotang's chest.

Not proud, not pretty.

Because the curve is inward.

Her chest sank several inches in an instant, and she looked terrifying, it seemed that as long as she was gently touched by a greedy child, her breastbone would all be shattered and disconnected from it.

Tang Xiaotang's face was as pale as snow, and then two blushes were quickly born.

She could no longer close her lips, and a thick blood sprayed into the air.

Squirting blood, she flew backwards.

The petite body smashed heavily on the side of the pit, smashing the granite and bluestone a few more points, then bounced heavily, tumbled in the air, and finally landed on the ground dozens of feet away.

There was a muffled sound, and the ground there sank slightly again after being smashed.

The sound of footsteps is very rhythmic.

Long Qing walked out from the bottom of the pit and appeared in front of everyone.

His face was a little pale, his lips were blue, and his body was stained with blood, but his expression was calm.

There was dead silence in the square.

Everyone's eyes fell on him, whether it was a disciple of Jian Pavilion or a Protestant believer, or a priest and deacon from the Xiling Temple, the expressions of people were shocked, shocked to the point that they did not dare to speak.

Looking at Long Qing's figure, many people have mixed emotions.

Many years ago, he was the most famous young genius in the spiritual world. However, no one thought that he would be defeated by Ning Que in the admission test on the second floor of the academy. Since then, he has failed again and again, never again. No longer the demeanor of the past, eventually became the most common poor characters in the story, struggling in vain to survive and revenge.

Even if Long Qing finally survived, his realm was better than that of the past, and he successfully returned to the Taoist school, and even became a closed disciple of the master, he could no longer attract the attention of the spiritual world.

If it were in the past, it would be amazing to be a young man like him, but now it is different, because there are still Ye Hongyu in the Dao Sect, especially the spring breeze and rain, Hao Tian left some gifts to the world, and there are many Tao Sects. After Hengmu Liren, there was a barbarian boy named Ada on the grassland. What's more, Ning Que was always there, looking at the world in Chang'an City. Compared with these people, he looked so ordinary.

So Long Qing was very silent, low-key, and even gradually forgotten by the spiritual world. He and Hengmu brought the guardian cavalry of the temple to Qingxinjiao, and people only paid attention to Hengmu instead of him.

Until today, he once again appeared in front of the entire practice interface, appeared in the capital of Song Dynasty, raised the sky that fell to the ground with one hand, and bends the sacred object of the Demon Sect with a punch, people only remember that he was glorious In the incomparable past, remembering that he was once a Taoist genius far better than Ning Que, only to understand his power.

Ye Su is here. This is the most important place for the Dao Sect’s Qing suppression of Protestantism. Long Qing is responsible for this matter alone, or it can explain his current position in the Dao Sect and the Dao Sect’s confidence in him.

As he said to Tang Xiaotang.

He is really strong now.

His realm is very high, and his cultivation mind is magnificent to the point of unprecedented, his body has an incomparably complex consciousness of a strong person, he can be a demon or a god.

Long Qing walked tens of feet away, with a calm expression, but in people's eyes, he looked like a demon.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd exclaimed.

Because they saw a scene that they thought was impossible.

Tang Xiaotang is trying to stand up again--her hands are on the ground, her fingers are deep into the soil, her hair wet with blood and sweat swings weakly and exhaustedly in front of her forehead, and her body is shaking in pain.

She was seriously injured, she was extremely exhausted, but she wanted to stand up, she wanted to fight.

So she stood up again.

Like dozens of battles in the past these days, she fell, then stood, fell, stood up again, no matter how many times she fell, she would always stand up in the end, as if no one could really knock down she was.

Even Long Qing, who is as powerful as a demon god, won't work.

Longqing looks slightly different.

He knew that Tang Xiaotang had suffered multiple injuries. Even if she was practicing the Demon Sect technique, her body was as strong as steel, and she should not be able to stand up again after suffering such severe injuries.

Reminiscent of Tang Xiaotang’s ability to recover from battles, and of her ability beyond Dao Sect’s calculations, he couldn't help frowning slightly and began to think.

When he walked in front of Tang Xiaotang, she no longer gasped in pain, her chest injury improved a lot, just a hundred steps away, she seemed to have the ability to fight again.

This is not something that human ability can do.

Tian Shu Sha scroll has been by Long Qing's side, and it records all the exercises in the practice world. He is very clear that there is no practice method that can do such a thing.

This can only be a miracle.

"I understand."

Long Qing looked at her and said with emotion, "Is this a gift from Haotian?

When he said these words, his expression was a little dazed, and a little bit empathetic, because he had been approaching Haotian for the first half of his life, following the light or darkness.

However, when he arrived today, he found that he was getting farther and farther away from Haotian. On the contrary, the enemy who stood opposite him, the enemy of Dao Sect, had received Haotian's favor. How could he not be confused.

However, after being confused, he began to mourn, a little bit self-deprecating, but he also became more determined-because the things that Guanzhuo them do are themselves away from Haotian.

Tang Xiaotang didn't speak, silence was confession.

In the back alleys of Linkang City, Sangsang said that she would give her immortality, but she didn't care. Although the other party was Haotian, she still thought it was a joke. Haotian made a joke to ordinary people.

At that time, it was only a few years away from now, and there was not enough time to prove whether she can really live forever, but in the successive battles, certain things that happened seemed to have proved what Sangsang said at the time. The sentence is not a joke, but has real power.

In those continuous battles, she suffered a lot of injuries. At the same time, she found that there was a magical connection between her body and the vitality of heaven and earth, and the lost power could be replenished the fastest. The injury can also be recovered in a very short time, and death always likes to pass her by.

This may mean eternal life.

Of course, although the miracle is in her body, she is not a **** after all, she is just an ordinary person. She cannot be truly immortal, but death has become a lot farther for her.

To understand in another way, she has become a lot stronger now.

It is precisely for this reason that she was able to **** Ye Su and Chen Pipi, the two poor snow-capped people all the way to this place.

It is precisely for this reason that facing Long Qing, who is as powerful as a demon, she also has the power to fight. Although she was seriously injured, she did not die on the spot, and even quickly recovered and was able to fight again.

"The feeling of being sheltered by Haotian...or very good."

Long Qing looked at her quietly and didn't seem to care that she was recovering quickly, and said: "Unfortunately, Haotian can't protect you forever, so today you are destined to die."

Tang Xiaotang said: "At least for now, I'm still alive."

Long Qing smiled slightly, the scar on his face was a bit distorted, and the gray eyes showed a faint sarcasm, and said: "I think, you should have discovered that your recovery speed is not as fast as at the beginning. Up."

Tang Xiaotang was silent again, because Long Qing said nothing wrong.

What does this prove? Haotian no longer shelters the people she once promised to shelter? why?

"How can Haotian protect you when he can't even protect himself?"

Long Qing's voice has a sense of pleasure that he didn't even notice.

Tang Xiaotang thought for a while and said, "I don't care."

Yes, she doesn’t need to care. She grew up in the depths of the wasteland since she was a child. She is clean and simple. She keeps on training. Before that sentence gave you eternal life, she didn’t have any adventures. She didn’t find any secrets. She has not eaten Tongtian pills. Among the younger generation in the spiritual world, she has the worst luck, but she is still strong.

Before that sentence, she was her, so without that sentence, she was still her, she was still the little girl in animal skins who didn't know how to write failure, so why bother?

She used her arms to straighten the bent iron rod a bit. Because of this action, she had a sharp pain in her chest and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood. However, she clenched the iron rod again and pointed forward.

Long Qing looked at her, smiled and said, "The members of the Demon Sect are really crazy."

If you want to perish, you must be crazy. There have been many lunatics in the Demon Sect who want to destroy the world. Tang Xiaotang is not that kind of person, but she often goes mad in battle, such as the previous day, such as today.

Tang Xiaotang took a step forward, his face pale.

The iron rod broke the wind and fell, as if the mountain range abandoned by Haotian was still in the world. She was no longer sheltered by Hao, still facing the enemy silently and resolutely.

Long Qing's expression suddenly converged, and Dao shirt hunted and hunted in the early morning cold wind, dragging out the afterimages.

Just a moment, he didn't know how many times he attacked.

A dull crash sounded, and countless cracks appeared on the neatly cut bluestone in the square. The silhouettes of Long Qing and Tang Xiaotang suddenly gathered and stood at each other.

Long Qing's face was pale, and a stream of blood slowly dripped from the corner of his lips.

Tang Xiaotang lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly sat down on the ground.

Long Qing wiped off the blood and looked at her quietly.

She is so exhausted that she has lost her strength, and she no longer has a drop of strength.

Long Qing confirmed that she would not rise again, and turned and walked towards the high platform.