Hengmu Liren's people and swords were burning, and the endless source of Haotian Divine Radiance burned all the heaven and earth vitality in the void to the tiniest dust particles, but he had no way to stop Liu Yiqing's sword.

Because Liu Yiqing's sword broke through the air, the sword intent tore through the night in an instant, jumping over the holy white wall of fire, like a willow branch swept by the wind, floating across the lake, not even leaving a ripple.

Liu Yiqing looked at the little emperor on the city wall, expressionless.

Where the gaze falls, it is where the sword falls.

The little emperor couldn't see the sword, but he could see Liu Yiqing's gaze, his face became more and more pale, he couldn't hold his breath for a long time, he gasped nervously, feeling that his lungs were going to explode in the next moment, his heart was beating more and more, as if he might burst at any time, he reached out to cover his chest, and began to vomit blood in pain.

Hengmu Liren's knife was strong, and there was a sizzling sound in the air, which was the sound of flames burning the air, before the light, blocking Biyi, Liu Yiqing's right hand holding the hilt of the sword was broken at the wrist!

Blood gushed out from Liu Yiqing's wrist, and the sword and hand fell back on the chariot, which must have been extremely painful, but there was still no expression on his face, calm like a wordless willow.

He couldn't see things, and his eyes were covered with white cloth, but he still looked at the city wall quietly, the hand holding the sword was broken, and the sword fell into the dust, but the sword intent had already broken through the air and had come to the city wall.

The city wall made of bluestone is heavily black in the night, and when it is illuminated by the firelight, especially the light of the Haotian gods, there is no mottled feeling, like a black gem.

On the surface of this black gem, countless fine cracks suddenly appeared, and countless fine stone powder fell between the blue bricks of the city wall, and in the blink of an eye, the cracks expanded, and the imperial city was about to fall.

The people on the city wall didn't know what was happening under their feet, and the little emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty was getting faster and faster, his heart was beating faster and faster, and his face was getting paler and paler.

Finally, someone heard the sound of the city wall cracking and saw those terrifying cracks, and let out a panicked cry, and the military generals and cultivators helped the little emperor to escape from the wall.

However, it was too late for the city wall to crack, and the little emperor's heart was also cracked, and countless fine cracks destroyed the city wall that had gone through vicissitudes of life, and also destroyed the life of the little emperor.

There was a panic on the city wall, and people gathered around the little emperor who had fallen to the ground with blood, terrified to the extreme.

Liu Yiqing sat on the chariot and quietly looked at the city wall, looking at the once familiar generals and strong men, the corners of his lips slowly lifted to reveal a smile of relief.

The thunderous sound of hooves sounded in the night before, and the arrival of the powerhouses of the Xiling Temple such as Hengmu Liren explained a lot of things, and Liu Yiqing was not surprised by this, but once it was proven, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Son of Heaven, guard the country.

Tonight, the little emperor opened the city gate of the Southern Jin Dynasty and welcomed the iron cavalry of the Xiling Temple - you are the Son of Heaven chosen by the Sword Pavilion for the Southern Jin Dynasty, even if you are not required to defend the country desperately, but how can you open the country by yourself?

From that moment on, the rivers and mountains of the Southern Jin Dynasty changed color, and the city wall of Linkang no longer had any meaning, so whether it was the wall of the imperial city or the wall of Tong'anmen, it had collapsed.

Although you are only thirteen years old this year, although you are the last direct bloodline of the Southern Jin Dynasty, although you have called me a teacher for several years, although your character can be called kind, but you are still dead.

Liu Yiqing thought so and did so, so his first sword was not Hengmu Liren, but the little emperor on the city wall, and he wanted the last blood of the Southern Jin Dynasty royal family to be martyred for the city wall of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

For this reason, his right hand holding the sword was close to his wrist and the Hengmu Liren came three feet in front of him, and the holy Haotian Shenhui shone the white cloth on his face like a paper thread for the dead.

He didn't care at all, for the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, death and pain had always been the last thing they needed to care about, and how to make the enemy feel pain was something they needed to think about.

Hengmu Liren's knife is very thin and sharp, and the Haotian Shenhui burning between the blades is even more terrifying, Liu Yiqing destroys the city with a sword, and naturally he can no longer resist.

With a bang, the south-facing wall of the imperial city finally collapsed, and countless bricks and stones fell to the ground, causing the earth to shake, and countless smoke and dust rose and went straight to the night dome.

This collapsed city wall, these collapsed bricks and stones, are engraved with the history of the Southern Jin Dynasty, these dust, are the dust of history, full of sentimental taste.

The smoke and dust darkened the whole world, but the cloud of heavenly brilliance was always so stable that there was no sign of extinguishing at all, on the contrary, the light was refracted by the particles in the smoke and dust, turning into an extremely bright silver, which appeared more holy and solemn, like clouds under the stars.

In the depths of the silver light, Yokoki Liren and Liu Yiqing were silent.

Liu Yiqing's body had seventeen more bloody wounds, his right hand and two legs had left his body, and the corners of his lips were also injured by the blade, looking like the rouge had not been applied properly.

There was a blade in front of his eyebrows, and the knife intent pierced the soul with fierce intent.

The knife was very thin, not very heavy, Hengmu Liren held it in his hand, it was very stable, he only needed to send it forward, Liu Yiqing would die, and no one could change all this.

Liu Yiqing slowly raised his left hand and wiped the thick blood at the corner of his lips, his expression was very calm, as if there was no such terrifying knife in front of his eyebrows.

On the contrary, Yokogi Tatsuto's face was a little pale, his expression was a little confused, and his clear and determined eyes were full of anger and incomprehension, as well as a strong sense of humiliation.

"Why?" he asked, looking at Liu Yiqing.

Liu Yiqing looked at him through the white cloth and did not speak.

Yokoki Lito knew that Liu Yiqing was blind, but he didn't know why, he felt that the eyes under the white cloth were full of mockery and sympathy at this time.

"Why?" he snapped.

Since that spring breeze and rain, Yokoki Liren has never had doubts about his own strength realm, he doesn't think that there is anyone in the world who is his opponent, but he watched Liu Yiqing destroy the city with a sword before, he must admit that if Liu Yiqing uses this sword on himself, then he will have some trouble dealing with it.

But why?

Why didn't Liu Yiqing's first sword stab at him? Could it be that in this person's eyes, he was not as important as the little emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty? Or was this person so arrogant that he thought he could kill himself with the second sword?

Liu Yiqing didn't seem to feel the blade in front of his eyebrows.

"Because you don't deserve it," he said. ”

Yokoki Tatsuto felt that this was the funniest and most ridiculous sentence he had ever heard.

Liu Yiqing said: "This is my first sword, so even if you are a big man in the Xiling Divine Temple, and a god son that the entire Daomen has high hopes for, you are still not worthy." ”

Yokogi said, "Why?"

Liu Yiqing said: "The entire cultivation world is rumored that you are a gift from Haotian to the world. ”

Yokoki Tatsuto said, "Isn't this worthy of your first sword?"

Liu Yiqing said: "My sword is used to kill, not to open gifts, so you are naturally unworthy." ”。 (To be continued)