The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 84: Lian March’s regret and anger
Lian San Yue ignored him, wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, and flicked his sleeves, and there was a breeze around him, but in a moment he was as clean as ever.
Ping Yongjia in the side hall has secretly gotten off the soft couch and looked outside nervously through the window. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but admire it. I thought it was more expensive than the masters and aunts washing their faces with sword fire. Much more beautiful.
People only noticed at this time that her hair was extremely long, falling down to the waist, but she usually wore an ordinary bun and couldn't see it.
The breeze is blowing her long black hair, like a waterfall, very beautiful.
"It seems that you did kill a lot of people. You did a good job."
Lian San Yue looked at Kou Qingtong and said blankly, but everyone could hear her appreciation.
It is demeanor for the winner to express appreciation for the loser, but it is so weird for the loser to express appreciation for the winner.
Kou Qingtong looked into her eyes and said with a slight mockery: "At that moment, I saw the regret in your eyes."
Lian Sanyue said: "I do regret it a bit."
What do you regret? Shouldn't you regret knowing Jingyang in the first place? Or do you regret that you should not stand up against the Zhongzhou faction?
Then everyone heard her next sentence.
"I have never been afraid of being injured, but I also never like being injured. Injury may cause ordinary people to burn the fighting spirit, but my fighting spirit will never decrease, so I don’t need it. Injury can only make me weak, so I should take the shot just now."
Lian San Yue’s sentence is a bit long, and it took a while for people to fully understand her meaning.
What does this mean?
You don't like getting hurt, so you should shoot first?
As long as you shoot first, your opponent will not have the chance to shoot anymore and can only wait to be defeated by you?
Lian Sanyue is certainly qualified to say such a thing, but her opponent today is the powerful Gorefiend who was a thousand years ago, Kou Qingtong who only a hand-to-hand ancestor can conquer!
She didn't have any fear, but she was a little unhappy because of her injury. How confident and powerful this is!
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The breeze walked slowly in the square, pulling the blue silk, just like the fingers of the past.
Jing Jiu looked at her black hair like a waterfall, his eyes were full of admiration, not knowing whether it was to the hair or to the person.
Tong Yan thought he liked Zhao Layue's short and messy hair, so she told Master Ming that if A Piao's hair were cut short, it might be more pleasing to him.
Only those on Shenmo Peak knew that he had always hoped that Zhao Layue would have long black and beautiful hair.
As for the battle between Lian Yue and Kou Qingtong, Jing Jiu has no worries.
She has never lost, except once with him.
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Kou Qingtong stared at Lian Sanyue's eyes, his expression gradually becoming serious.
An extremely strong smell of blood and a substantive killing intent gradually accumulated between the two of them, and then spread to the surroundings.
No matter how the breeze blows, it can't make those smells fade.
The eunuchs and secret guards who were hiding on the wall of the palace were pale and felt that breathing became a little difficult.
The officials in the hall also felt their hearts beat faster by a few minutes.
Even the gold offerings and the cow offerings frowned slightly, protecting the heart with the vitality of heaven and earth, so as to ensure that all the details of the scene will not be missed.
Ping Yongjia took a chair and sat in front of the window, opened the window extremely arrogantly, holding a cup of tea in her hand, and made all the preparations for the theater.
"I heard people say that you are the most ferocious and murderous one in 600 years?" Kou Qingtong stared at Lian Sanyue's eyes and said.
Lian Sanyue said: "Not bad."
"Thousands of years ago, I was the one who killed the most and killed the most people." Kou Qingtong looked more serious than ever, and asked: "Have you ever counted, how many people have you killed?"
Lian Sanyue said: "What's the deal with this kind of thing?"
Kou Qingtong's face showed disappointment and even anger, and said: "Do you still feel uncomfortable because of killing?"
Lian Sanyue said: "No, I just don't think this matter is important."
Kou Qingtong was a little puzzled, and said, "Isn't this an honor?"
Lian Sanyue thought for a while and said: "I have never been proud of killing people, only proud of being able to kill."
Such a simple sentence clearly shows the gap between the two people.
Like heaven and earth.
"I won't let you strike first. Now you can try my punch."
After saying this in March, he took a casual breath.
Countless energies of heaven and earth came to her, went in through her nose, and then gently spit out from her lips.
The breeze winds around her side, gently bringing up her black hair.
The black hair flutters, but it seems to cut the space.
With a soft bang, the few shattered spaces just formed were shattered by a small fist.
The fist continued to move forward, rubbing the air, screaming more and more terrifying, and then suddenly silent.
Kou Qingtong looked solemn and muttered to himself: "Fuck... why is it so strong?"
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Lian San Yue's fist disappeared from everyone's vision, and also disappeared in the world.
The same goes for her people.
On the expanse of the palace square, there are only the gentle morning breeze and a few green leaves rotating with the wind.
Suddenly, those green leaves turned into the finest fragments and went with the wind.
At the same time, a very thin line appeared in the square.
The thin line emits light, but the light has no time to go far, so it is carried by the line itself and continues forward. You can imagine how amazing the speed of this line is.
If Kou Qingtong's punch just now was like a meteor falling from outside the domain, it carried an unimaginable power and extremely cold magical breath.
Lian March's blow was much more plain, but it was unavoidable.
The great powers in the spiritual world are able to avoid lightning. That's because they saw the light of lightning in advance. Who can avoid the light itself?
Kou Qingtong is wary of abnormalities, the magic breath is masterpiece, the blood demon secret method is rushing out, and countless smoke-like breaths emanated from his hands and wrapped around him, like black and red silk, wrapping himself Strictly.
The light suddenly disappeared, and even March appeared in front of him, with his fists falling on those magical breaths that were like smoke and satin.
There was a sound of cracking silk, the black and red magic breath suddenly split, and then fell weakly and floated towards the sky.
Lian San Yue’s punch is really very simple, not to mention the profound meaning of Taoism and the true way of Jinghu, even the moves are not even mentioned, just like those folks who practice martial arts are the easiest to learn at the beginning. The punching method. But even the secret method of Blood Demon Cult could not stop this fist for a moment!
The fist continued to move forward, just like the girl and the seniors in a small **** yard, it easily broke through Kou Qingtong's hands and landed on his chest.
There was a soft snap.
There is no thunder~IndoMTL.com~ Kou Qingtong's figure is slightly stiff, messy hair floats forward, and countless small cracks appear in the clothes on her body.
That's because he was knocked into the air too fast, neither his hair nor his clothes reacted.
His robe rubbed against the air, bringing fierce lines, and then gradually split, revealing his body full of scars.
With a muffled bang, he smashed through the palace wall and flew out.
The palace wall was knocked out by a huge gap, but he could not stop, and continued to fly towards the south of the imperial city. Smoke billowed all the way, not knowing how many houses were crashed.
There was a vibration on the ground, Ying Tianmen trembled slightly, a lot of smoke and dust appeared between the beams and pillars, and a sinkhole appeared on the hard stone wall.
From the sinkhole to the palace square, there is a straight deep ditch, and nothing can exist in it.
Kou Qingtong's lower body was trapped in a deep ditch, and his upper body was leaning against the stone wall of Yingtianmen, looking at the sunrise in the sky, his eyes were extremely strange, a little dazed, and a little angry.