Suddenly, Qin Kuzhu's throat surged, and a stream of blood gushed up from his body, and in an instant, his face turned red. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He swallowed the blood gushing up with difficulty, a bloodshot overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of pain flashed on his face, he slowly approached Lin Yi, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Lin Yi ...... Thank you, it's my luck to die at your hands......"

"I finally don't owe anything to Qin Fengzong anymore, I, Qin Kuzhu, come cleanly, and go to ...... clean."

"If there is an afterlife, I would like to turn into a bitter bamboo next to the bluestone, waiting in front of my parents' graves, sheltering my parents from the wind and rain......"

With a bang, the scimitar came out of Qin Kuzhu's hand and fell on the stone steps.

Qin Kuzhu fell on his back, and the blood stained the stone steps red.

"Father...... Mother...... We can finally be reunited......"

Qin Kuzhu's eyes were full of tears, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was so beautiful, just like when he came home in the evening when he was a child, he saw the familiar candlelight in the thatched hut, and it was like seeing the emaciated back of his mother in front of the thatched hut......

Qin Kuzhu coughed violently and smiled, his body was fading rapidly, like dust and sand swept away by the wind, like dry and broken dead leaves.

His body vanished, leaving only a stain of red blood on the stone steps.

At the last moment, the boy retained a breath of vitality, and used this last breath of vitality to divide his body.

As he himself said, he wants to come clean, go innocently, even if he dies, the young man will stick to the last trace of dignity.

On the martial arts field, everyone was stunned.

No one expected that Nan Ke, the treasure sword of Qin Nantu's thirty-three years of hiding Feng, would actually be defeated. And Qin Nantu's most proud disciple also fell.

At this moment, millions of monks were all turned into stone sculptures, and everyone looked at the Tianyu battlefield in the sky in a daze, some people still didn't understand what had happened, and some people were sorry for Qin Kuzhu's death.

Lin Yi actually broke Nan Ke's dream, it was unimaginable how powerful his divine sense was. ”

"Nan Ke has a dream, wakes up empty, and wakes up to die. However, it was not Lin Yi who died, but Qin Kuzhu who held Nanke. ”

"It's a pity, Qin Kuzhu is still dead. If the treasure knife in his hand advanced one more foot, Lin Yi would definitely be in a different place, but he still failed in the end. ”

The exclamations and regrets of the crowd were intertwined, making the atmosphere very strange.

Lan Xianao nodded silently and exclaimed: "What an amazing sword, such an opponent is definitely worthy of respect." ”

Blue Feather Immortal's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she withdrew her gaze from the sky, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Lan Xiao.

"Senior brother, I don't understand, I don't feel the slightest murderous aura from Qin Kuzhu, but how can I hurt Lin Yi?" Lan Yuxian asked with a confused expression.

Lan Xie Ao said with deep emotion: "That's right, you didn't feel the murderous aura from him, and neither did I, but such an opponent is the most terrifying." Such an opponent's thinking is very simple, he holds the belief of death, exerts his whole body cultivation, and the moment he fights with Lin Yi, his essence, qi, and spirit are condensed to the peak, and his combat power has increased tenfold. ”

When he said this, the distraction on Lan Xiao's face disappeared, and he said with a straight face: "Strictly speaking, with Qin Kuzhu's terrifying combat power, he only slashed Lin Yi's shoulder, and there is only one reason that can be explained, and that is because my brother's divine sense is too strong, so he woke up from Nan Ke's dream in time, waved his sword to protect himself, and returned the sword to Qin Kuzhu." However, an opponent like Qin Kuzhu definitely deserves anyone's respect. ”

Lan Yuxian looked at Lin Yi, who was bleeding from his shoulder, and nodded silently.

In the corner not far away, the handsome man in a green shirt shook his head slightly, he carried his hands behind his back, and the folding fan in his hand had already been put away by him.

The knuckles of his holding folding fan were a little white, which showed that he was also a little nervous when he paid attention to the battle in the Tianyu battlefield before.

The yellow-shirted boy let out a sigh of relief and whispered, "It's okay, it's just a slight injury to the shoulder." ”

The purple-clothed boy pouted and said, "What do you mean that he was only slightly injured? It stands to reason that Lin Yi can't be injured at all, he must be pitying that guy named Qin Kuzhu who didn't exert all his strength in the battle." ”

The wrinkled old man smiled: "Anyway, Lin Yi finally broke Qin Nantu's dream of Nanke, and this act alone is enough to be proud." ”

The second floor of the Wind Pavilion.

Many powers were stunned.

They didn't expect that the battle that was about to end would eventually turn around.

Favored by them and respected by them, the Nanke Treasure Knife, which had been hidden for thirty-three years, was actually broken by Lin Yi.

Qin Nantu's favorite disciple in their eyes was stabbed to death by Lin Yi with a sword.

This result is unacceptable to them in any way.

Ba Bule, the sect leader of the Bashan Sword Sect, opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff a barbecued pork chicken.

Xia Qiuyu twisted his beard with one hand and held the window lattice with the other, his brows furrowed.

The surprise on Chen Baizhe's face was still there, such a battle was completely beyond his imagination, and he felt that it was necessary to pay attention to this kid named Lin Yi.

In the corner of the window, Master Bodhi and Xuanjizi glanced at each other, and the two nodded at each other.

Both of them felt that Lin Yisheng was beautiful in this battle, but Qin Kuzhu's death was really a pity.

The third floor of the Wind Pavilion.

Qin Nantu didn't say a word, and his face sank like water.

If Lin Yi broke the picture of the dagger, he gave him a backhand slap and slapped him on the left side of his face.

Then, Lin Yi now broke the sword that he had accumulated for thirty-three years, and the dream of Nan Ke that he had slashed out with Qin Kuzhu's hand was like a slap on his right cheek.

The two big slaps opened the bow left and right, and Qin Nantu was annoyed and angry.

Even if Qin Nantu is good at cultivating qi, he is already on the verge of breaking out.

Qin Shuntian pretended to be and stood at the window, seemingly looking at the Tianyu battlefield outside the window, but he keenly observed his father's emotions.

Now Daddy is furious, and he doesn't want to provoke Daddy's moldy head.

Qin Nantu took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Waste!

After a while, a deacon walked in lightly, came to Qin Nantu's side and bowed down and said, "Sect Master, in the next scene, will you send Moxi Gongzi to play?"

After Qin Nantu pondered for a moment, he said, "According to the original plan, I want to see how strong Lin Yi is." I want all the monks in the world to know that my Qin Feng Sect is full of talents, and dying a few geniuses is nothing at all. ”

"Yes, Sect Master, my subordinates understand. ”

The deacon hunched over and backwards out of the room.