And Wang Yong's appearance fell into the eyes of Cyra, but he became an alternative pretend.

Silla's eyelids twitched slightly, and she said, "Do you want to tell me that you defeated me in an unconscious state?" Hehe, you can kill, but you can't be humiliated! Now that all my meridians have been destroyed by your sword qi, there is no possibility of practicing martial arts. For the sake of my acquaintances, I hope you can give me a good time!

Wang Yong became more and more dazed.

The meridians are all destroyed, with just one sword qi? Is this really what I did?

Cyra's eyes were furious: "It seems that you are ready to humiliate me to the end! In this case, I will take my last breath to leave you with some unforgettable memories!"

Wang Yong was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Don't be impulsive! Actually, you still have a way to live." ”

Cyra sneered, "I know what you're trying to say. It's nothing more than jumping back and throwing yourself into the arms of the CIA. The same choice, if it were you, would you choose?"

Wang Yong didn't speak.

Of course Wang Yong won't choose, that's not the life Wang Yong wants. Otherwise, as early as when he was framed for treason, Wang Yong had already reached an agreement with the CIA that recruited him.

Obviously, the same is true of Cyra.

Cyra raised her head and looked at the night sky above her.

It seems that even God knows that the war is over, and quietly drives away the dark clouds that cover the blue sea and blue sky. The sparse stars surround the moon in all its glory, creating a brilliant sea of light.

"See? What a shocking star track. Cyra asked.

Wang Yong also looked up, and through the moonlight, he could vaguely see the slightest glimmer of light moving in a circular motion around a central point.

A large number of shimmers formed one aperture after another, occupying the entire sky dome, which was beautiful and full of shock.

This is the Star Trail. It is an image of the trajectory formed by the slow movement of the stars in the sky, but it is difficult to see with the naked eye, and it takes a camera to take continuous shooting in place for dozens of minutes to restore a picture of the star orbit.

For example, Julian and the others couldn't see any star trails at all, only a moonlit and starry night.

And Wang Yong and Silla's spiritual thoughts have reached the point of subtle perception, and with their eyes and thoughts, they can detect the subtle movement of the stellar light, and then automatically sketch a shocking and gorgeous picture of the star track in their minds.

"See. Compared to the vast starry sky, human beings are really a mayfly in heaven and earth, too small. Wang Yong sighed.

For a long time, both of them were immersed in the shock of the magnificent star track, and no one spoke.

Julian, Hall, and the others looked at each other, wanting to remind them that they were not friends, but enemies. But no one has the guts.

Finally, Cyra withdrew her gaze and looked at Wang Yong: "You know? When you were alone against Mendoza at the National University, I was reminded of a person, a person I hated the most in my life. He was just as stubborn and pedantic as you are, when he was held to the head at gunpoint by a robber, and he could have survived by handing over the keys to the bank safe. But he chose to refuse. As a result, he was shot dead by the robbers, and my mother and I became lonely all of a sudden, and the whole family lost its breadwinner......"

Cyra seemed to return to those hard years, with a hint of resentment and sorrow in her eyes.

"After his death, the bank did not pay even the most basic pension. What he swore to defend to the death was the deepest failure of him, do you say ridiculous? Do you say that he is stupid or not? Since then, I have come to understand a truth: Kindness in this world cannot defeat violence, and only violence can overcome violence. It's like in that movie, a young girl puts a little white flower in the muzzle of a soldier's gun, and she thinks that kindness can move everything. But in the end, it was the merciless shooting of the soldiers.

Therefore, countering violence with violence is the only truth! Killing is the eternal theme of mankind!"

"That's right. Wang Yong nodded and said.

Sila was stunned, she didn't expect Wang Yong to agree with her concept. Isn't the core of Chinese culture propagated by Wang Yong benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and faith? If his remarks were known by the media, I am afraid that he would immediately fall from the altar of academic masters, right?

"In ancient times, even the most peaceful religions were actually armed with a sword in one hand and a scripture in the other. Wang Yong's eyes flashed and he said. "For example, Buddhism, which does not advocate killing, also has the saying that 'the true protector of the Dharma should not be subject to the five precepts and do not practice the prestige, but should hold a sword, bow, arrow, and lance, and guard the pure bhikshu who holds the precepts'.

It means that in order to protect those true believers, the sect protector has the responsibility to take up the Zen sword to fight against the evil demons, and this kind of protector is also a monk soldier in reality. Therefore, it is not entirely unreasonable to use violence to counter violence, but there is a premise.

That's justice.

Only with this as the original intention can there be rationality in countering violence with violence. Those who completely abandon the principles of justice can only end up being reduced to puppets of killing. You stare into the abyss, and the abyss will stare at you.

The purpose of countering violence with violence is not to kill, but to force the bad guys to convert. For example, now, you are beaten by me and cannot move, are you happy to listen to me reason with you?"

"......" If it weren't for the destruction of the meridians, Sila really wanted to shoot Wang Yong to death.

Be reasonable, be reasonable, why do you have to uncover other people's scars to pretend!

"Alas. Wang Yong sighed softly. "If your father were still alive, he wouldn't want to see you like this. He left behind the purest thing, but you inherited the opposite. The other is a fallen angel, and the other is more holy than you. ”

Wang Yong's mind was empty, and the figure of Cecia seemed to appear in front of him.

"She walks in darkness, but serves the light. She believes that all things are void and that all things are allowed. She is a fallen angel, but she is also the noblest soul. Wang Yong muttered, as if confiding in someone.

Cyra was stunned, of course she knew who Wang Yong was talking about. It's just that although she and Cecia are both fallen angels, they don't actually have a relationship. In her eyes, Cecia was a very eccentric person, and she did not conspire with each other.

But now hearing Wang Yong's evaluation of Cecia, Cyra's heart moved inexplicably.

"Walk in darkness, but serve the light, believing that all things are void and all things are allowed. Is this what fallen angels really mean?" said to herself, as her dark eyes began to glow.

After a while, Cyra suddenly released her fist spirit.

Wang Yong, who was standing in front of Cyra, was startled, thinking that Sila was going to die and break the net.

Unexpectedly, Sila only released a very slight fist spirit and summoned the jade-waisted slave who had fallen to the ground.

"I won't have a chance to use this thing again, so I'll give it to you as a souvenir. I hope you can remember me once in a while as you remember her. It's just that I don't have the strength to burn my spiritual imprint inside now, so you can only do it yourself. ”

Cyra said, using the remaining fist spirit to send the jade waist slave to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong spread out his palm, and the jade-waisted slave trembled slightly, and stopped steadily in Wang Yong's palm.

"Can I use it too?" asked Wang Yong curiously.

Wang Yong thought that only the Danjin realm could control the jade waist slave.

"Divine Essence Gold is a very magical thing, as long as the fist spirit can be released, you can control it to fly. It's just that the control distance of the Transformation Realm will be shorter and the strength will be weaker. With your fist spirit, controlling it to fly within ten meters of your body is probably not too much of a problem. No matter how far it goes, I'm afraid it's going to be difficult. Cyra explained.

"I see, thank you. ”

Sila smiled slightly: "I should thank you." Counting your lectures just now, I can be regarded as listening to your two lectures. It's a pity that I can only listen to two lectures, if there is a next life, can I be your student?"

Looking at Sila eyes, Wang Yong nodded heavily: "Yes." ”

"Well, then, let me call the teacher in advance. Goodbye, Mr. Wang. ”

After speaking, Cyra suddenly snorted, and a blood line burst from Cyra's heart, and Cyra slowly lay down on the ground.

Cyra shattered her heart with the last of her fist intent and died of exhaustion.

A proud person like her would never allow herself to be committed to others to survive, let alone live like a waste.

The moment she noticed that the meridians were destroyed, she had already made up her mind to die.

Wang Yong looked at Silla's corpse and let out an imperceptible sigh.

The jade-waisted slave in the palm of his hand also seemed to be aware of the death of his master, and the green colored rays that lingered around him kept trembling, like a butterfly crying.

Hu Li'er pursed her mouth, as if she couldn't understand her hatred, and muttered, "Cheap this demon girl! You should stop her from committing suicide, and then wait for me to absorb all the power of the blood crystal before I fight her." When the time comes, she will definitely beat her crying dad and call her mother!"

Wang Yong glanced at Hu Li'er: "Leave her alive, are you responsible for helping her heal the destroyed meridians?"

Hu Li'er blinked her eyes and stopped talking. Obviously, she wouldn't have such good intentions.

"Don't go yet. When I'm done with the endgame, I'm going to ask you in detail what that blood crystal is. Wang Yong lifted Cela's body and said to Hu Li'er.

As soon as Hu Li'er heard this, her little body swept out more than ten meters away.

Her voice also came from the night wind: "That's my clan's biggest secret, I can't tell you! Also, the blood crystal power in your body hasn't been digested, be careful to eat it." ”

Wang Yong frowned and looked at Hu Li'er's distant figure: "My clan's secrets, forget it, don't think about it." Let's settle the matter at hand!"

Wang Yong walked towards Julian and the others with the corpse of Cyla, and raised his eyebrows: "What? The two of you are still going to watch the play for a while? The headquarters of the fallen angels is right in front of you!"

Julian and Hale woke up from a dream and hurriedly called for all the warriors to make a final charge.

The degenerate angel bandits, who had lost the blessing of Cyra, could not even organize effective resistance, and were quickly swept away by American soldiers.

Julian and Hale excitedly walked into the headquarters of the fallen angels, feeling unreal like a dream.

The old nest of the dignified killing angels was eliminated like this? The problem that plagued them at night was solved?

It wasn't until ten minutes later that Julian and his wife remembered the real heroes of the battle.

When they turned around and wanted to look for Wang Yong, they found that Wang Yong had already left quietly and didn't know where he went.

"It's really Feihong stepping on the snow, and the dragon can't see the end of the head! We can take this opportunity to settle the grudge with him this time, which can be described as a wise move. This kind of person is no longer something that a single organization can fight against!" Julian and Hall sighed faintly, recalling Wang Yong's earth-shattering two swords, and his voice trembled a little.