This sigh is clear and shallow, like the water on the flowers, the flowers reflected in the water, coming from the depths of the night, washing the quiet night more cleanly, the bright moon hanging on the night dome is more pure, like the ruins of the imperial city full of dust, all of which appear clean because of this, and the weeping willows gently brush the river, as if nothing had happened tonight.

People's reactions after hearing this sigh were even more different, some were stunned, some were afraid, some were silent, and many were pale and quietly retreated towards the crowd, because they knew that the person in the night must be from the Tang Kingdom, from Chang'an Academy, but they didn't know which gentleman it was.

Long Qing knew who the person who came, looked at the place where the sigh began in the night, knowing that there was not necessarily that person in the place where his eyes fell, his expression became extremely solemn, many years ago under the snow peak of the wasteland, that person appeared on the stage with a light voice, and then broke a big battle between the two sects of Dao and Demon, and then in the Baita Temple a certain year, the person appeared again with a sigh, trapped the preaching seat of the Hanging Temple, and let go of Ning Que and Sangsang, tonight this person sighed and appeared again, what will he do?

When the dying Liu Yiqing heard this sigh, a smile appeared on his face, not because he finally waited for someone and what he proved, but because he was sure that what he wanted would be fulfilled.

Yokoki Liren also guessed who it was, because that person was the only one in the cultivation world who could quietly break through the defense line of the two thousand apologetic cavalry of the Xiling Shrine and come to a place so close to him.

He took a deep breath, and the thirteen thin knives became brighter, and the golden flowers in front of him and behind him became even larger, ready to launch their own attack on the place where the sigh began.

There was no fear on his face, as the emaciated face of the Divine Radiance showed a strong will to fight, but the excitement in his eyes faded. The expression that had been particularly cruel because of his innocence instantly became calm, because no matter how proud and confident he was, he had to concentrate all his mental strength in the face of this legendary figure. in order to have hope of defeating the other side.

Long Qing looked into the depths of the night and said, "Let go." ”

This sentence was not said to the man, but to Hengmu - Liu Yiqing was seriously injured and was about to die, and Hengmu did not want him to die. He wanted to live and endure endless torture, and at this time, the sigh that moved the mountains and rivers came from the night, and the meaning was very clear, the man would not allow such a cruel thing to happen.

Heng Mu's face didn't have any expression, his palm still fell on Liu Yiqing's body, looked into the depths of the night and said, "The academy is really here, isn't this the picture that the temple wants to see? Why do you want me to let go?"

Long Qing said: "I'm waiting for Ning Que, not him." ”

Yokoki said, "What's the difference? And this person is much more important than Ning Que. ”

Long Qing said: "More important people. Bound to be stronger...... Whoever comes to the academy tonight. I'd try to keep him, but since he's here, there's no point. ”

In the depths of Yokogi's eyes, fragments of stars burned. Like a blazing fire, the sound became a bonfire that was disturbed by the wind. Whistling powerfully, he looked into the depths of the night and said, "I want to try to keep him." ”

A look of pity appeared in Long Qing's eyes, pity his courage and ignorance.

At this moment, the man's sigh came again in the night, looking a little helpless, the so-called helplessness, very similar to the feeling of adults when they watch children messing around, and there is naturally hidden pity in the meantime.

Yokogi clearly felt this feeling, his face became extremely gloomy, but his mood became more and more calm, because since he wanted to try to keep the other party, he had to be extremely calm.

The man finally spoke: "Do you have any other wishes?"

This kind of questioning usually appears after a duel between two strong men, and the winner looks at the loser and asks a sympathetic question, giving the audience a full sense of heroic sympathy, and this kind of questioning, if it appears before the decisive battle, is full of disdainful mockery.

Yokoki didn't misunderstand that the man was mocking himself, although the slow pace of his speech, the calm tone, it did sound like a mocking tone, but he knew it wasn't, because the man wasn't that kind of person.

This sentence was asked to Liu Yiqing.

Liu Yiqing raised his head and looked at Linkang City at night through the white cloth, although he couldn't see it now, he had seen it many times before and remembered many details of this city.

As a cultivator, he has been promoted to the realm of knowing fate a few years ago, as a swordsman, he went to death with a single sword tonight, destroying the imperial city with a sword, and has already understood the true meaning of swordsmanship, as a man, he killed two emperors of the Southern Jin Dynasty in his life, and it is destined to be written in history, and there are no regrets.

As a person, he has fulfilled his wish in life, but as the master of the Sword Pavilion and a person from the Southern Jin Dynasty, he does have a lot of people and things that he can't let go, but he didn't say it too specifically, because he believes that if Tang Guohe Academy can win this war, it will naturally handle it very well, if he can't win, he probably won't have Southern Jin Dynasty and Sword Pavilion in this world, in this case, why bother?

So he didn't say anything, pursed his lips as thin as a sword, and waited with joy for the final deliverance.

A sigh sounded again in the night, full of emotion and respect, as if saying goodbye.

There is a gentle breeze from the moat, straight up to the night dome, blowing away a few wisps of night clouds that want to entangle the bright moon, blowing away the stones scattered on the ground, coming to the front of the imperial city, coming to the front of the chariot.

Hengmu Liren's expression was abrupt, and he shouted, more than ten thin knives came out of their sheaths in unison, blooming in the night wind, holding the handle of the knife horizontally with both hands, gathering countless divine radiance, and then slashing towards the breeze!

Slash with the wind! Even if you are a real breeze, you will be cut off by me! Even if you are already a legend in the cultivation world, how can you cross my cage condensed by the sword intent!

The bright knife illuminates the night, and Yokoki Liren's eyes are bright! His sword intent and divine brilliance all spew out, and he feels that his whole body is bright, as if he is about to go away from the wind, he has never had such a perfect feeling!

But nothing happened, the breeze was not cut off, nothing crossed the cage, the perfect was still perfect, but it stopped in the night, but it was so lonely.

Because before he swung his sword, the breeze had already drifted by, and before he used his sword intent to lay down the cage, the figure had already appeared in front of him, and before his perfect blow began, the war was already over.

A scholar stood in front of the chariot, wearing an old cotton jacket covered with dust, a wooden stick stuck in his belt, and an old book, with a gentle expression, like the most common tutor in the countryside.

Looking at this person, Yokoki Liren's hands holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of anger, and asked in a cold voice, "Mr. Academy?"

That scholar is naturally the senior brother of the academy.

The senior brother ignored him, looked at Liu Yiqing on the chariot, and said, "I'm sorry." ”