Hengmu Liren's people and swords were burning, and the endless Haotian Divine Radiance burned all the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the space to the tiniest dust particles, but he méiyou tried 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.

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The little emperor couldn't see the sword, but when he saw Liu Yiqing's gaze, his face became more and more pale, he couldn't hold his breath for a long time, he was panting nervously, feeling that Ziji's lungs were about to explode in the next moment, his heartbeat was getting stronger and stronger, fǎngfo kěnéng collapsed 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 any expression on his face, calm like a wordless willow.

He couldn't see things, 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 Yijing came to the city wall.

The bluestone city walls, which glow heavily black in the night, are like black gems when they are illuminated by the light of fire, especially by the light of the gods of Haotian.

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

The people on the city wall were not zhidàoziji What was happening at their feet, the gasping of the little emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty became more and more rapid, his heart beat faster and faster, and his face became more and more pale.

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

However, Yijing was late. The city wall cracked, and the little emperor's heart also cracked, and countless fine cracks destroyed this city wall that had gone through all the vicissitudes of life. also ruined the life of the little emperor.

There was panic on the ramparts. People gathered around the little emperor who had fallen to the ground spurting blood. I was terrified to the extreme.

Liu Yiqing sat on the chariot, quietly looking at the city wall, looking at the once familiar generals and strong men. The corners of his lips lifted very slowly, revealing 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 horse 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 ziji open the gate of the country?

From that moment on, the rivers and mountains of the Southern Jin Dynasty changed color, and the walls of Linkang no longer had any meaning, whether it was the walls of the imperial city or the walls of Tong'anmen, they all 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 broken at the wrist, and Yokogi 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 shijiè, only the cloud of Haotian Shenhui was always so steady, a sign of the extinction of the méiyou, 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 Ziji's body, and the corners of his lips were also injured by the blade, looking like rouge méiyou had been painted.

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, very steady, he only needed to send it forward, Liu Yiqing would die, méiyou anyone nénggou change this qiē.

Liu Yiqing slowly raised his left hand and wiped the thick blood at the corner of his lips, his expression was very calm, and there was such a 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 fènnu and incomprehension, as well as a strong sense of humiliation.

"For Shime?" he asked, looking at Liu Yiqing.

Liu Yiqing looked at him through the white cloth, and méiyou spoke.

Yokoki Liren Zhidào Liu Yiqing is a blind man, but not Zhidào is shime, he feels that at this time, the eyes under the white cloth are full of mockery and sympathy.

"For Shime?" he snapped.

Since that spring breeze and rain, Yokoki Liren has never had doubts about Ziji's strength realm, he doesn't think that there is anyone in the world who is Ziji's opponent, but he watched Liu Yiqing destroy the city with a sword before, he must admit that Ruguo Liu Yiqing used this sword on Ziji, and Nàmeziji would have some trouble dealing with it.

But for shime?

Isn't Liu Yiqing's first sword stabbing at Ziji? Could it be that in the eyes of this person, Ziji is still more important than the little emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty? Or is this person arrogant enough to think that he can kill Ziji with the second sword?

Liu Yiqing fǎngfogǎnjiào does not reach the blade in front of the eyebrows.

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

Yokogi thought it was the funniest and most ridiculous sentence Ziji 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, "For Shime?"

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......)