If you can't live together, you have to die together, in addition to describing the unswerving couple, sometimes it is also used to describe the enemies who do not share the sky, but at that time, it is usually changed to say that you live and die - and in fact, when you kill the red eyes, when you reach the stage of life and death, you often end up dying together.

Ning Que ignored the black peach blossom that blasted towards his face, and directly slashed at Longqing's face, sending out an invitation to die together, but he didn't really want to die with the other party, but firmly believed that Longqing refused to die with him, so he must avoid it, so he could turn the whole tide of the battle.

He is very confident in this, because he was born from the grassroots, and has struggled between life and death since he was a child, and he understands better than anyone the truth that only if he is not afraid of death will he not die, and Longqing was born noble, and it was not easy to climb back to the peak of life, how could he give up everything in such a short time?

Even if Long Qing understood a lot of truths in the process of getting up from the abyss back then, and had a new understanding of death and loss, he should also know that when it comes to the strength of his body, there are few people in this world who can be stronger than Ning Que, and this kind of brutal mutual killing, he can't take any advantage, so he should also retreat.

No matter how you think about it, Longqing should retreat, and he should choose to avoid his iron knife.

Ning Que thinks so.

So when the faint black peach blossom was not affected in any way, and rose firmly and surely through the wind, mixed with the seemingly endless breath of heaven and earth to blast into his chest, he was very puzzled.

Intense pain came from his chest and spread out in all directions, as if it was about to tear a qiē force, directly causing his ribs to break, blood kept gushing out, and the world in front of him turned into a blood-red patch.

At the moment when he could avoid the same end in the end, Long Qing, who held the initiative, did not choose to avoid it, but continued to attack in silence, but for some reason the spade fell on Ning Que's chest.

With a loud bang, Ning Que's black hospital uniform was torn into countless pieces, blood splattered wildly, and his **, nostrils, and even eyes and ears were all bleeding.

At the same time, Ning Que's iron knife also fell.

Impartially, slashed heavily on Longqing's forehead!

An extremely terrifying muffled sound!

He didn't wear a silver mask, but his face seemed to be wearing an invisible mask, and he was constantly resisting the cutting of the blade, and the extremely poignant voice suddenly sounded!

Long Qing's face turned pale instantly, his eyebrows and eyes were distorted, and he looked extremely painful.

A roar burst out from his thin **!

The infinite breath of heaven and earth was summoned by him, and the black peach blossoms blasted towards Ning Que's chest and abdomen!

Ning Que has become a bloody man, and his eyes are red, but he is still so calm.

He endured the unbearable pain of ordinary people, and pressed the strength of his whole body on the iron knife!

The sharp blade made another point towards Longqing's front door, and a stream of blood flowed down!

Longqing's howl became even more poignant, like the howl of a wild wolf in the wasteland, and like some kind of wail.

His eyes became extremely gray, his eyebrows fluttered in the wind, and his face seemed to be changing in the midst of the wild breath, and he was about to become a different person!

Ning Que felt an unprecedented crisis, but he was still silent and continued to fall the knife.

Longqing's whistling continued, and his face kept changing, as if he could become countless people at any time!

As he changed, a terrifying force covered his face, blocking the iron knife alive!

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A black peach blossom fell, a black iron knife fell, although life and death did not have an immediate opinion, but they all stood on the edge of the cliff, this process seemed to be very long, but in fact it was very short - the cultivators on both sides of the Nu River had no time to go to help Longqing, the two had already divided, the battle situation had been divided, and naturally the victory and defeat were also divided.

A deafening sound rang out, and the river flew into the sky like a waterfall, shaking several curtains of water hundreds of feet high, and the mossy stones in the water tumbled and collided, and then shattered.

An extremely deep pit appeared on the river beach on the left bank, and Ning Que fell to the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, and I don't know how many bones were broken. Long Qing stood outside the pit, his expression solemn, his face covered with blood, like a demon god.

"You think I'm afraid of death?"

Long Qing didn't have any expression on his face, and after saying this, a trace of pain suddenly appeared on his face, he bent down and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and then stood up straight again and asked repeatedly: "Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

"Betraying my own beliefs, life is better than death, I now have countless mental powers in my body, struggling and conflicting with each other, my life is better than death every day, do you think...... I'm going to be scared to death!"

He yelled angrily at Ning Que, as if he was **something.

"But you're still afraid of death. ”

Ning Que held on to the edge of the pit, stood up, looked at him and said, he was so seriously injured, but he still did not fall, it has nothing to do with the strength of the realm, only that breath.

As Long Qing said, his heroic spirit has turned into the happy wind of Qinghe County, but that breath is still there.

Long Qing didn't expect him to be able to stand up, and said, "Admire." ”

At this time, there were dozens of strong cultivators on the riverside, who had not died under the iron bow, and still had combat strength, and in the time of the brief conversation between the two, they all rushed over, raising the swords in their hands and attacking Ning Que.

Today's battle seems to be a matter between Ning Que and Long Qing, but in fact, those cultivators whose realm is far inferior to the two of them have played an extremely important role in it, the so-called maggot of the appendage, but that's it.

Ning Que stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his face, and in the process of his palm falling, it swept between his chest and abdomen, dipped in more blood, and then stretched out into the air in front of him, spreading his five fingers.

The blood flicked along his fingers, turning into countless tiny droplets of blood, floating in all directions.

The river breeze was blowing, and he wrote in the wind with blood and water.

His face suddenly turned pale, and even the blood he was applying could not hide it.

Countless extremely sharp and sharp runes instantly enveloped the entire river beach.

The cultivators who swept around him let out a bitter and angry howl unwillingly, like a war horse that had been stopped by a tripping horse crossing, broke its legs and fell to the ground.

The sound of pain and the sound of the river were mixed together, and it was particularly harsh.

Long Qing's expression remained unchanged, and with a move in the air, the Dao sword in the hand of a Dao Sect priest who had fallen in the river responded to the call, turning into a clear light in front of him, cutting off the last rune that quietly attacked.

The sneak attack failed, Ning Que's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at him quietly and said, "Look, I can fight again." ”

Long Qing stretched out his right hand, stretched out in the river breeze, and said, "Please." ”

The angry river suddenly became quiet.

Because the river beach was full of angry talismans and sword lights.

I don't know how long it has been.

Ning Que's talisman was finished.

In front of Long Qing, there were more than 100 broken Dao swords scattered.

The two men were far away from each other, covered in blood, pale and tired.

It is rare for a battle in the cultivation world to have such a scene, and the realm strength of the two people is so close and knows each other so well that they can only fight hard until they are exhausted in the end.

The real oil is dry.

Long hours of silence.

The river was roaring, singing a song that didn't mean anything.

"Can you still fight?"

Long Qing asked, his voice hoarse to the extreme.

Ning Que was silent, looking down at the pool of blood under his feet.

"It has always been said that your mental power is more powerful than Liu Bai's, I have never believed it, but today I believe it, I have arranged for so long and died so many subordinates to exhaust you. ”

Long Qing said with a smile: "But...... It's still exhausted, isn't it?"

Ning Que raised his head, looked at him and said, "What about your telekinesis, can you still have it?"

Long Qing was seen through by him, but his expression remained unchanged, and he said: "If you didn't kill me with the knife before, you will be defeated." ”

Ning Que suddenly laughed.

It was the first time he laughed since the beginning of the fight.

"That just means you're thicker-skinned. ”

Long Qing said calmly: "This is also an advantage. ”

"The question is, now that we don't have mental power, why do you think you can beat me? You know, when I didn't know how to practice, I was already very good at killing. ”

Ning Que untied the iron bow, looked at him and said, "When you took my knife just now, your ankle bones were already shattered into slag, so you can only stand where you are, so how can you hide now?"

After saying this, he bent his bow and arrows, ready to shoot people.

At this time, his mental power was exhausted, and he couldn't shoot Yuan Thirteen arrows, but he could still shoot arrows.

As he said, when he was the thirteenth gentleman of the academy, he could kill people with a snap of his fingers, and when he was a border soldier in Weicheng, he was also very good at killing, and killing people had never had anything to do with telekinesis.

At this time, there was only a few dozen zhang between him and Long Qing, and there was no barrier in between. Long Qing's ankle bone was shattered, he had been standing there for a long time, how could he avoid Ning Que's iron arrow?

If this is Longqing's game, Ning Que is the game-breaker.

His way to break the game is to go down the river and follow Longqing's method to achieve his goal.

From the very beginning, he knew what Longqing wanted to do, he was very cooperative, risked risks, was injured, and kept cooperating, so that the battle situation came to the final point, and both sides were exhausted and became ordinary people.

When ordinary people were young, Longqing was the prince of Yan Kingdom, and he?

He is a woodcutter in Sobi Lake.

Looking at the iron bow in Ning Que's hand, Long Qing squinted slightly, and his feelings became extremely complicated.

Ning Que's expression was calm, ready to draw his bow.

He thinks it's really good.

The battle between him and Long Qing started from that banquet and has lasted for several years until today, and he has won the final victory in several battles, but he knows that this is not a natural thing, not that he was born stronger than Long Qing and is the nemesis of the other party, but because of chance or providence.

After Longqing was defeated by his men that year, many people in the world began to despise Longqing, but he didn't, even if he didn't seem to care about the other party on the surface, in fact, he cared about this person very much - because since he had already won, he didn't want to lose to the other party again, because he knew that Longqing was strong and strong in everything.

Among all the enemies in his life, the one he valued the most was Longqing, when he found the whereabouts of the other party in the Red Lotus Temple, he did not hesitate to shoot seven arrows in a row, which was a treatment that no one had ever had.

Many years ago, the real feud between them began with the iron arrow on the snow cliff, and many years later, he was ready to end it with this iron arrow on the banks of the Nu River.

Long Qing suddenly laughed.

It was only at this time that Ning Que really saw clearly that the complicated feelings in Long Qing's eyes were nothing else, but a combination of banter, mockery, contempt, sympathy, and a little confusion.

A person whose mental power is exhausted, unable to move, and can only wait to be killed by an arrow will not have such a feeling, which has always belonged only to the victor.

Those feelings disappear in the next moment.

Because love is colored, and there is no color in Longqing's eyes, no black, no white, no light, no sin, just a gray patch.

It's like the sky of Chengjing City, where every household burns coal in winter.

It's like a roll that gets wet with water and then can't be dried.

Chaos, gray, **, terrifying.

His right hand hung beside him.

Several Daomen priests were dying on the river beach facing their right hand, dying.

Suddenly, the priests' facial features writhed in pain.

Long Qing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, looking very intoxicated.

When he opened his eyes, there seemed to be a lot of soul in his gray eyes.

He looked at Ning Que and waved his hand.

Countless grains of sand on the river beach broke through the wind and sneered, like ten thousand sharp arrows.

Bang bang, the sound of intensive hitting sounded, and countless blood holes appeared on Ning Que's body!

Iron arrows fell at his feet.

He could no longer stand and fell to one knee.

"Your biggest mistake is to be too confident. ”

"Do you really think you have the most telepathy in the world?"

"It used to be, but after I practiced Grey Eyes, it wasn't anymore. ”

"I have thousands of incarnations and countless telekinesis, how can you be my opponent?"

Long Qing walked towards him, and his shattered ankle bone seemed to be healed.

Behind him, countless blurred faces loomed.

He walked up to Ning Que, spread his hands, pointed to the seriously injured cultivators or corpses that were everywhere on the river beach, and said, "As long as I want, I can get telekinesis at any time. ”

"I brought them to kill you, firstly, to consume your mental power, but also to replenish myself at the last moment, they are my food, and they could have been yours. ”

Long Qing looked at Ning Que and said, "This is a feast I arranged for you and me, I don't understand why you still refuse to enjoy it in the end, since this is the case, then you can only be the last main course." ”

"Why not, because human flesh is not tasty. ”

Ning Que coughed up two mouthfuls of blood painfully, he only knew at this time where the confusion in Longqing's love came from, thinking that Longqing had been waiting for him to use gluttony ** to deal with his gray eyes, just like in the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple many years ago, but he didn't expect that he would fight to the end of the mountain and water, and it was still useless.

He looked at Long Qing and continued: "I have eaten your meat, but it is also not delicious. ”

Long Qing had already prepared for Ning Que to use gluttony, so he had put measures on these cultivators on the riverside, but he didn't expect that Ning Que would never move, but it was just for such a simple reason.

"Is it delicious...... Does it matter?"

"It's important. ”

Ning Que said: "The teacher has taught me a lot of truths, but I only remember this one. ”

Long Qing said no more.

He raised his right hand, and the river beach was enveloped in the aura of silence, and hundreds of cultivators, whether they were alive or dead, began to tremble slightly, and his eyes became more and more gray.

In a short time, he regained his strength.

He pulled out his natal sword from the tattered black robe.

The sword that was like a black peach blossom.

The sword, or the flower, grew out of the hole in his breast.

He finally defeated Ning Que today.

Ning Que was about to die.

This made him so happy that his heart was overjoyed.

So the black peach blossom on the sword bloomed in full bloom, and it was extremely rich.

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In the process of the black peach blossoms blooming and then falling, Ning Que remembered a lot of things.

It's not a step back in time before he dies, because he doesn't think he's going to die soon.

He just remembered that when the academy was taking the mountaineering test, at Chaimen, what Longqing saw should be a gentleman, but what he saw was a gentleman.

What exactly is the unintentional intention of the college?

He consulted Chen Pipi, but found that it was a very mysterious concept, and everyone's experience was different.

The metaphysical is the way, and the metaphysical is the instrument.

No, it's the way?

Or do you not stick to the rules, like the Master...... Truly no moment?

Ning Que wants to cultivate to the great ** realm of no moment, and there is still an infinite distance.

But at this moment, he vaguely understood some of the truths.

There are many things in the world that can't be calculated, just like Longqing, no matter how carefully calculated, there will still be many accidents, such as this feast, he has always refused to lift the chopstick.

On the contrary, just do what you want, don't think about the consequences, or there will be a better ending, the so-called hole cards, the so-called response, what do you want to do so much?

When Ning Que thought about these things, he still lowered his head and half-knelt at the bottom of the pit.

His right hand was covered with blood and he held an iron bow.

He swung his iron bow and swung forward.

He didn't look at it, he didn't think about it, he waved it at will, but he was so chic and wishful.

Longqing wanted to avoid it, but found that he couldn't avoid it.

Ning Que waved the iron bow, as if he had written that stroke in Chang'an City.

It turns out that writing characters is really the same as writing, the more unintentional, the better.

The chicken soup post was written without an owner, so it was best to be able to move everyone.

His swing was unintentional, so he couldn't avoid it.

There was a crunch snap!

Long Qingcai's ankle, which was barely repaired, broke again, and his body leaned and fell.

The iron bow in Ning Que's hand had already passed through the river wind and was put around Longqing's neck!

Long Qing shouted violently, lifted the Dao sword, and used the black natal peach blossom at the hilt of the sword against the tough bowstring.

The two collapsed on the riverbank, their blood smeared with mud.

Ning Que lifted his right knee like lightning, pressed against his back, and pulled the iron bow, trying to strangle him to death with the bowstring.

Long Qing was carrying the black peach blossom sword, and the blade of the sword was about to touch his chest and abdomen.

He forced out all the mental power in the sea of consciousness, summoning countless heaven and earth breath, but he couldn't get out of the trap.

Ning Que's strength was particularly terrifying at this time.

There seemed to be only two paths left for Longqing: either he was hanged with an iron bow or stabbed to death by his own sword.

There was a soft snort.

The blade of the sword pierced through his clothes and stabbed into Long Qing's body!

But he did not die, for there was a hole in his chest and abdomen.

This dark sword pierced through the hole!

Poof!

Ning Que's chest was pierced by the blade of the sword, and the blood rushed wildly.

The hole in Longqing's chest was shot by Ning Que with an arrow back then.

Now he used this hole to stab a deep blood hole in Ning Que's chest.

Or is this cause and effect?

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The bowstring was only an inch away from Longqing's neck.

The black sword was only an inch away from Ning Que's heart.

The choice is in Longqing's hands. If he didn't use the hilt of his sword against the bowstring of the iron bow, the blade of the sword would continue to penetrate deep into Ning Que's body, but in that case, his neck would also be cut off by the bowstring.

The right to choose is also in Ning Que's hands. If he didn't continue to try to strangle Long Qing with his bowstring, then Long Qing's sword wouldn't continue to penetrate deep into his body.

It's true living and dying together.

In the mud of the river, there is only the sound of rapid breathing, and there is only the silent fight for life.

They are all people who survive like wild dogs, no matter how high they climb, and at the last moment, they will eventually bite each other like wild dogs.

Long Qing couldn't turn his head, and asked with a breath: "What kind of means did you use with the swing of your iron bow just now? Why can't I avoid it? Since it has nothing to do with telekinesis, why didn't you use it before?"

Ning Que was behind him and said, "The academy doesn't care. ”

Long Qing asked with a hint of cruelty, "What now?

Ning Que said, "I don't mind. ”

During the short conversation, the two were actually still struggling.

The bowstring creaked, and the blade of the sword stabbed into Ning Que's body, slowly deepening.

Long Qing suddenly said: "You don't dare, because you don't want to die, you still have to find her." ”

Ning Que said: "Not wanting to die doesn't mean you're afraid of death, and you say this sentence proves that you are afraid of death." ”

Long Qing seemed to be greatly insulted, and shouted angrily: "How can I be afraid of death!"

Ning Que said: "At the beginning, your natal peach blossom did not hit my face, but landed on my chest, because you lowered your head, you only dared to meet my knife with your forehead, but you didn't dare to use your neck. ”

Long Qing gasped and said, "So what?"

"You bowed your head, I didn't bow my head. ”

Ning Que took a few breaths of the air with a muddy smell, and said expressionlessly: "So you die, I live." ”

As soon as the words fell, he burst out with all his strength, the last remaining strength, and pulled the iron bow backwards!

Long Qing let out an angry roar!

The bowstring landed on his neck, bringing out a clear line of blood.

The blade of the black sword pierced Ning Que's chest and pierced his heart.

An indescribable absolute pain spread throughout Ning Que's body, making him tremble involuntarily, his face was as pale as snow, ** iron was as blue as ink, and he shouted in pain!

Yes!!!!

Ning Que shouted in pain, and his hands kept pulling back!

There was a soft snort!

Longqing's neck was broken.

He was scattered, like a loose puppet, lying on the mudflats.

Ning Que breathed rapidly, his pupils were a little dilated, and his hands holding the iron bow kept trembling slightly, and it wasn't until a long time later that he was a little more sober, and he let go with difficulty and rolled to the side.

He had a deep bloody hole in his chest, and a broken heart.

He curled up in pain, his arms folded, and he shuddered.

The wind on the riverside, the cold refreshing, because his heart was bare in a hole of blood.

Long Qing was lying beside him, his eyes looking at the gray sky, full of confusion.

At this point, his eyes were finally no longer gray.

Compared to this long story, the ending is so simple and comes so quickly.

As Ning Que said, if Long Qing was not afraid of death, and gathered the strength of him and Ning Que, his black sword would definitely be able to pierce Ning Que's heart, but then he would also die.

Over the years, Longqing has lived a very painful life, but he doesn't want to die.

At the last moment, he still didn't want to die.

So he died.

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(I really did my best in these chapters, after writing this paragraph, I did have some prostration, but I still can't forget to do an important thing, our Situ Yilan classmates, I don't know why I can't think about it, I embarked on a career of code words, I solemnly recommend it to you, please collect more recommended encouragement and cheer, I wish Yilan classmates and the Taoist love is stronger than Jin Jian, the book number of the work is: 312**28, the link is as follows, if it is not easy to copy, please search for the title of the book: Splendid Qingyuan. /mmweb/312**28.aspx) (To be continued.) )