In the deepest part of the hall, Di Qinglin, the world's number one hero, was still wearing his spotless white clothes, sitting cross-legged on a futon, with a thin knife flat on his lap, and waved Yang Zheng to sit down on a futon opposite him.

After Yang Zheng sat down, he asked, "I have always had a question that I don't understand, and I want to ask you in person." ”

Di Qinglin nodded: "Please speak." ”

"If you want to know what it's like to die, why don't you experience it for yourself." Yang Zheng wasn't joking, nor did he mean to mock, he really didn't understand this question.

Di Qinglin said very seriously: "You are right, the feeling you can get from experiencing it in person is the most accurate, but my own death is of course the most precious and the most flavorful, so it should be experienced at the end." ”

"When is it the last? How many more people do you need to provide this service to you before the 'final'? After Yang Zheng finished speaking, he slowly opened the burden in his hand, revealing a parting hook.

"There are still many heroes in the world, beautiful women and my good friends, and it will be a long time before it reaches the end."

Di Qinglin looked at the strange weapon on the opposite side, his eyes lit up, and asked, "This is the parting hook that Yang hated the world in the past?" ”

Yang Zheng held the parting hook in his hand in a strange way, that is, it was not like holding the hook, and it was completely different from the way he held a sword, and it was different from any kind of weapon, and there was no second weapon in the world that could be held like this.

Yang Zheng held the parting hook and said lightly: "My father can dominate the world, not because of the parting hook, but because he is Yang Hate." And don't worry, even if I die at your hands today, you won't experience death from me. ”

Di Qinglin shook his head and smiled: "I really hope that you can have your father's level, and what I want is not as simple as your life." ”

"I'm afraid it's not easy to want my life." Yang Zheng said.

"You're wrong again, I'll kill you at any time." Di Qinglin raised his hand and made a gesture of please: "If you don't believe it, please stand up." ”

Yang Zheng really stood up, and of course he had to stand when he was ready to move.

Di Qinglin was still sitting in place, one hand sliding down from his knee and slowly pressing on the ground beside him.

With a click, the futon that Yang Zheng made just now suddenly moved away, and it was not the ground under the futon, a cave appeared, and there was no trace of light in the dark cave, which seemed to be the darkest place in the world.

This is a kind of flap that opens from below, and the futon is fixed on a flap, if Yang Zheng is still sitting on the futon, he has already fallen into this hole as soon as the flap is opened.

Of course, Yang Zheng couldn't help but look at it, and after just one look, he bent down and almost couldn't help vomiting.

What did he see?

He will never forget what he saw, but he will never say it.

The flap was slowly closed, the futon moved back to its original place, and it was restored to its original state, and Di Qinglin asked Yang Zheng: "Do you know why I didn't do this to you?" ”

Yang Zheng shook his head, barely patiently preventing himself from vomiting.

Di Qinglin said: "If a knife wants to be successful, there must be a sacrificial knife person, originally my sacrificial knife man should have nothing, but unfortunately he died in your hands." Fortunately, the owner of the parting hook is also enough to be the sacrificial knife man of my sword skills, so I must use my true martial arts to kill you at your peak, although this is your final destination, but it is not the way for you to die. ”

After Di Qinglin finished saying this, he finally stood up from the futon, holding the thin knife in his hand, and the posture of holding the knife was actually somewhat similar to Yang Zheng.

The two stood opposite each other, neither of them made the first move, but they could also make a move at any time, all the muscles in their bodies had completely relaxed, but they might burst out with the most powerful power in the next moment, they looked at each other, and at the same time felt themselves.

There was an absolute calm in the hall, and even the air had begun to freeze and no longer flow.

The hall was too deep for the wind to blow, but a candle seemed to be unable to stand the oppressive atmosphere, and a small spark burst out.

There was a soft "pop".

The two figures vanished in place almost simultaneously, then slammed into each other.

The two rows of candles in the hall seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and they fell to one side with a loud whistle, and the light suddenly dimmed.

A ball of blood burst out from the intersection of the two figures, adding a touch of brightness to the pale and dim hall.

Di Qinglin's martial arts are indeed not something that Yang Zheng can fight against, strictly speaking, Yang Zheng was defeated by weapons.

Like Yang Zheng's parting hook, this thin knife was forged from the hands of the same person, and it was also because of a mistake in the casting of a sword that this hook and this knife existed.

Di Qinglin's skill in using this knife has already entered the transformation realm, and he has entered the peak of the sword technique at will.

He cāo longitudinal this knife is like someone else's own thoughts, it will go wherever he wants, if he wants it to pierce a person's heart, it will never deviate in the slightest.

What's more, Yang Zheng's xing grid is really not suitable for using the parting hook to the extreme, but Di Qinglin is a perfect match for his thin knife, yin is dangerous and ruthless.

The blade had already slashed on the arm that Yang Zheng was holding the parting hook, as long as he slashed downward, he could remove this arm, and Yang Zheng's parting hook only raised his head, it was at least a foot away from Di Qinglin's body, and when the parting hook walked this foot away, it was enough to cut off his arm with a thin knife.

What threat can there be with a parting hook without an arm? Even if it was thrown out, it would only cut off a piece of meat on Di Qinglin's leg at most. A swordsman with a piece of meat on his leg can still kill, but Yang Zheng, who has no arm, can only wait for death.

Yang Zheng's best skill is actually to hit the enemy with those strange methods, so he neither dodged to the sides, nor retreated, let alone threw the parting hook, but squatted down on the spot.

The knife is slashed downward, and no matter how the person who is hit by the knife dodges, it will only enlarge the wound, and only squatting can make the blade leave the body.

Yang Zheng almost used all the strength of his body to let his body quickly lower towards the ground.

But Di Qinglin's knife was faster, and before Yang Zheng could fully crouch down, the blade was about to touch his bones, even if he was lying on the ground, this knife could cut off his arm.

The candlelight that had fallen in the hall was finally restored, illuminating the hall.

And there was only one person left in the hall.

A drop of blood slid across the blade and dripped onto the smooth marble floor, Di Qinglin looked at a big hole in front of him, shook his head and sneered, "Are you so anxious to be with them?" It's okay, it's where you belong. ”

They? Which of them? Could it be that Di Qinglin already knew about it?

~~~~~~~

Brother Deshane's reward is always so windy, so I will miss it inadvertently~~~