Chapter Seventy-Seven: This Sentiment Can Be Remembered
Yue Qingdai looked at this shocking knife with a calm face, and before she could reach her body, she already felt that her skin was blown by the strong wind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
"Give it up..."
Yue Zixuan's cold voice sounded in Yue Qingdai's ears.
Between heaven and earth, endless knife intent attacked Yue Qingdai, and she felt that every breath she inhaled contained knife intent, and her internal organs seemed to be strangled by a knife.
Yue Qingdai looked at Yue Zixuan with a pale face, and the autumn water sword in her hand made a buzzing sound of sword sound.
Yan Qinglong looked at all this anxiously, wanting to stop it, but when he came into contact with Yue Qingdai's determined gaze, he hesitated again.
He didn't know why Yue Qingdai was so persistent, but he clearly understood that if he made a move at this time, the other party's martial arts heart would leave indelible flaws, and he might not be able to enter a higher realm in this life.
"Hum... Hum..."
The sound of the sword from the Qiushui Sword became louder and louder, and Yue Qingdai felt that she was about to lose the long sword in her hand.
"Zheng..."
A loud sword roar erupted on the Qiushui sword, and a bright star burst out, making it difficult for people to look directly, and all those who saw this scene involuntarily closed their eyes, tears involuntarily fell, and their eyes stinged.
The mast that Yue Zixuan stepped on turned into sawdust scattered in the wind, and on the gorgeous robe, there was blood stains, and the center of his eyebrows was painful. The long knife slammed into the ground, with a look of horror.
The bright stars dispersed, and when everyone looked into the field, they saw Yue Qingdai standing calmly in place, the autumn water sword in her hand had already been cut into several sections, and above the weak figure, a sword intent permeated the surroundings.
"The sword is ruined..."
Everyone couldn't help but sigh, such a peerless divine weapon was destroyed in front of everyone. Only Yan Qinglong knew in his heart that Yue Qingdai had comprehended the true meaning of the realm at the last moment, and the sword intent around her body was the original realm.
"This can't be..."
Yue Zixuan spit out a mouthful of hot blood again, and looked at Yue Qingdai in a hoarse voice.
"Big brother can comprehend the realm at the last moment, how can Qingdai not? It's a pity that Qiushui..."
Yue Qingdai glanced at Yue Zixuan, looked at the Qiushui Sword in her hand with a complicated expression, and tears slid down her cheeks.
Everyone thought that she was crying because of the destruction of the Qiushui Sword, but only she knew in her heart that what she left behind at this time were tears of happiness.
It turned out that Mo Lingquan used a special technique to seal the Heavenly Mecha in the Qiushui Sword, and when Yue Qingdai encountered danger, it would make everyone mistakenly think that the Divine Soldier Protector was the master, but in fact, the Heavenly Mecha recognized the master.
Since seeing Yue Qingdai again, he has been looking for an opportunity to send out the Heavenly Mecha in his hand, but Wushuang City is the base camp of the royal family, and his and Yue Qingdai's every move is under the supervision of someone with a heart.
A series of accidents gave him a great sense of crisis in his heart for no reason, and finally had to make this decision, he had no choice.
In a dense forest thousands of miles away, Mo Lingquan's rapidly advancing figure suddenly froze, and a terrifying killing intent erupted around his body.
"Qingdai, what's wrong with you, it's me, Mo Lingquan. ”
This is the time when the brilliant light forced everyone to close their eyes.
"Don't speak, don't let people find out about the anomaly, what's going on. ”
"Something, come up in your heart. ”
Mo Lingquan didn't wait for Yue Qingdai to answer, and hurriedly said.
"Brother Ling Quan..."
At this time, it was when Yue Qingdai looked at the Qiushui Sword in her hand with a complicated face and cried, and her true feelings were revealed, because of the rupture of the Qiushui Sword, everyone thought that it should be so.
"It's okay, Qingdai just competed with her eldest brother. ”
Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Yue Qingdai calmed down, bent down, and carefully picked up the Qiushui Sword Body that was a few sections.
"Your Royal Highness..."
Yan Qinglong's figure appeared beside Yue Qingdai and looked at her with concern.
"Uncle Yan, I'm fine. ”
Yue Qingdai stood up with a calm face.
"Hey..."
Yan Qinglong sighed, the Qiushui Sword, as Yue Qingdai's most cherished portable sword, was now destroyed, not to mention, this was once a token of love between her and Mo Lingquan.
"Uncle Yan, Qingdai wants to go back. ”
Yue Qingdai raised her head and looked at Yan Qinglong with a calm face, and the ancient well's waveless gaze made his heart flutter.
"Okay! Go back, let's go back. ”
Yan Qinglong had mixed feelings at this time, the autumn water sword was destroyed, I don't know if it was good or bad. Mo Lingquan, what do you want to do? Maybe the sword break in Qiushui can make her completely break that thought! Maybe...
"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, are you alright?"
The city guard's General Wang looked at Yue Zixuan with a concerned expression.
"Let's go..."
Yue Zixuan looked at the back of Yue Qingdai leaving, revealing a touch of unwillingness. The initial achievement of the realm was sloped, and it was an indelible rift for his martial arts heart.
You forced me...
Yue Zixuan popped out a few words from between his teeth, turned around and left, he no longer had the face to stay here.
"Brother Ling Quan... Why?"
As soon as she returned to her mansion, Yue Qingdai locked herself in her room, unable to control her feelings anymore, tears dripped down her cheeks and fell to the ground, splashing tears.
"I'm sorry... When love can't be perfect, I'd rather choose no regrets. ”
Mo Lingquan's deep voice thought in Yue Qingdai's heart.
"No regrets... Brother Ling Quan, do you mean to leave Qingdai without regrets?"
Yue Qingdai's voice bordered on despair.
"Girl, no matter what happens, you have to give me a good life... The next time we meet, I'll give you an explanation. ”
Mo Lingquan was silent for a moment and said slowly. Looking up at the sky, the dappled sunlight was imprinted on his body through the gaps between the leaves, but it could not warm his cold heart.
If I was still alive at that time, Mo Lingquan said silently in his heart.
Who said that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.
"Okay! I'll wait for you!"
In just four words, everything is unspoken, a special emotion brewing in the hearts of two people.
Mo Lingquan's body suddenly moved, shuttling between the mountains and forests at a high speed, and "Cloud Dragon Nine Appearances" was used by him to the limit, leaving afterimages in the woods.
"Boom..."
In the distance, a Milky Way descended from the sky, splashing the sky with mist.
"Zheng..."
The long sword in Mo Lingquan's hand suddenly came out of its sheath.
"Hum... Airplanes... Hum..."
With the hum of the long sword in his hand, the sword qi fell like a storm on the waterhole under the waterfall.
"Boom, boom..."
The waterfall from top to bottom suddenly stopped, and actually flowed upwards.
Mo Lingquan stood quietly above the waterhole, the long sword in his hand slowly dancing, drawing one mysterious trajectory after another.
Wuji gives birth to Taiji, and Taiji gives birth to Liangyi.
The waterhole at the foot of Mo Lingquan slowly rotated, and gradually, echoing with the three-talent formation of heaven, earth and man in the middle dantian, his figure loomed above the waterhole.
It can really be said that there is a intention to bloom and flowers not to bloom, and there is no intention to plant willows and willows.
Under the ups and downs of his mood, Mo Lingquan unintentionally peeked into the mystery of the Void Realm, and it was precisely when he stepped into the Void Realm that he became a master of the rivers and lakes.