It's humiliation, naked humiliation.

There are many kinds of humiliation, verbal humiliation is the most common, and it is also the most powerless, for the strong people who have read the red dust and are accustomed to seeing the world, this humiliation has no power, but it is not the case for Yokoki Liren, who has the power of a strong man, but does not have the mentality of a strong man.

That kind of mentality is spiritual spirit, which takes a long time and countless battles to temper, the so-called Dao heart is clear, and it refers to this aspect, but his fate changed too bizarre and sudden, because of a spring rain, he changed from a miscellaneous servant of the Heavenly Oracle Academy to the most powerful boy in the Xiling Temple, and there was an obvious gap in his cultivation process, so when he heard Liu Yiqing's words, he became very angry, so angry that the hand holding the handle of the knife began to tremble.

The white cloth covering Liu Yiqing's eyes trembled gently in the night breeze, and he seemed to be able to sense that Yokoki Liren's hand was trembling, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, looking a little sympathetic.

Yokoki Lito said in a slightly cold voice, "Are you sympathizing with me?"

Liu Yiqing shook his head and said, "I'm pitying you." ”

Yokogi said, "What right do you have to have mercy on me?"

Liu Yiqing said: "If you can't get what you want, it naturally makes people feel pity." ”

Yokogi said, "You know what I want?"

Liu Yiqing said: "No matter what you want tonight, you can't get it." ”

Yokoki Tatsuto was silent for a moment, and suddenly calmed down, he knew very well that tonight's battle was originally a test or tempering for the temple, and he needed to learn how to be a real strong man from the battle.

In the appearance of the world for the change of heaven and earth. Turning the tide is about to fall, being introverted is calm and calm, and the peach mountain collapses without changing its face, this is the real strongman, and only in this way can he go further.

Liu Yiqing wants to make him angry, then he can't be angry, because anger will affect judgment and will have a strict impact on the battle, but tonight Liu Yiqing gave up his first sword. By this time, he was covered in blood. With a broken leg and a broken arm, there is no way to change the tide of the battle, so what's the point of him making himself angry?

Yokoki Tatsuto was satisfied, satisfied that he was no longer angry. I am satisfied that I can still think calmly about these questions in battle. He looked at Liu Yiqing's slightly pale face under the blade. Some mockingly thought: You may still have a hidden means, or you are begging for death, but either way. It's all in vain.

Liu Yiqing's response from the beginning seems to explain that he wants to die from the day he stepped into the threshold of knowing his fate, Yokoki Liren has a completely different view of life and death than before, knowing that for many cultivators, death is not such a terrible thing, and life is even more terrifying, so he does not allow Liu Yiqing to die.

Or maybe it's because he's still angry.

As for Liu Yiqing, he may still have the strength to fight again, and there are hidden means...... Yokomu Liren doesn't care even more, he is learning how to become a strong man, but his cultivation realm and confidence have long surpassed this level, he doesn't believe that anyone in Haotian's world can defeat him at all, sometimes, standing on the cliff and looking at the disabled old man in the wheelchair, he will have the urge to push the wheelchair down, let alone Liu Yiqing?

Come on, let me see what you're going to do.

Yokoki Liren's face was slightly pale, the Haotian Divine Light on the surface of his body was constantly burning, the thin knife in his hand no longer trembled, the blade was no longer cold, glowing with warm or blazing light, tearing the night wind and the last remaining distance, stabbing towards Liu Yiqing's eyebrows.

Liu Yiqing sat cross-legged on the chariot and did not dodge, because his legs were broken, and the blood was gushing under him, and because he didn't think about dodging at all, he chose to use the sword directly.

When the severed hand and the sword fall on the chariot, how can he draw the sword?

With his left hand, he took the right hand that had fallen off the chariot and ...... Sell.

To make a shot is to make a sword.

This scene is a little weird, and in the eyes of the people around the imperial city, it is a little familiar.

A few years ago, before Qingxia, someone did the same.

That person's name was Jun Mo, and his sword was stabbed by Sword Saint Liu Bai at that time.

Liu Yiqing was also in that field at the time, he saw the sword and remembered the sword.

The sword of the Sword Pavilion was originally the fastest in the world, and at this time, it was the sword shape of the second Mr. Academy, and the sword intent of the Sword Pavilion was used, and the two were overlapped, so it was even faster than unimaginable.

It was as if a lightning bolt was shining in the night.

Liu Yiqing's sword, the last to come.

Yokogi Tachito's blade had barely had time to walk a hair's length in the night breeze in front of his brow, and the sword he held in his left hand and his right hand had already reached his chest.

There was a soft pop, and the blade stabbed into Yokogi's chest.

The blade of the sword is half in the flesh, and the blood in the wound is about to overflow.

The people watching the battle around the imperial city didn't have time to exclaim.

The soft sound of the pop still stayed between the two of them, and did not reach the periphery.

The blood from the blade of the sword in his chest had not yet been able to drain.

Because this qiē happened too fast.

Liu Yiqing's first sword was domineering to the extreme, cutting through a city wall with one sword, then his second sword was so fast that no one could react.

Pain seems to pass faster than sound.

Yokogi Tatsuto's face turned even paler, and he clearly felt the cold sharpness in his chest, as well as the faint fishy pain, yes, this pain had a taste.

But he was not flustered, nor was he afraid, on the contrary, he felt very happy, because Liu Yiqing's sword seemed to be more powerful than the previous first sword, and he thought that this was the respect he craved the most.

He became excited, his eyes became unusually bright, and each pupil seemed to turn into a star, constantly approaching the dark ground, about to burn the countless summer grasses in the field.

Liu Yiqing's sword can no longer move forward to enter a point.

Because the sword has come into contact with the blood of Yokogi Tatsuto.

The blood was burning, and it was all Haotian Shenhui.

Snort, wisps of green smoke.

The sword entered the god's body, stained with the god's blood, and was burned inch by inch into invisible smoke and dust.

A thin knife in the hand of Tatsuto Yokogi. Walk through the golden flowers condensed by the divine light.

At the same time, the twelve thin knives behind him unfolded, like golden flowers blooming.

The burning divine light is a beautiful flower, he stands in the flower, and the knife is closer to Liu Yiqing.

An unimaginable and indescribable powerful will appeared in front of him.

Is this Haotian's will?

Liu Yiqing thought, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Under the light of Haotian Shenhui, this smile looked a little complicated, and I didn't know whether it was self-deprecation or ridicule.

His left hand held his right hand.

In his right hand, he held the burned sword.

The sword was gradually burned to ashes by Shenhui. Such as a weak candle.

The severed right hand was also ablated by Shenhui. The white phalanges are exposed, and then the phalanges fade to black, and the front ends fade to the front.

Liu Yiqing waved his hand, and the charred black finger bones broke out of the wind. Like a sword. Float to Yokogi's eyes.

Piao is generally used to describe something very light. It is rarely used to describe a sword, even the lightest flying sword.

But Liu Yiqing's last sword did float past.

At the same time as he swung his sword, the weeping willows on the banks of the moat around the imperial city. Drifting with the night wind.

The willow branches lightly touched the river, making a little ripple.

The white cloth on Liu Yiqing's face floated up, brushing away the Haotian Divine Radiance that was spewing from the blade.

Yokogi Liren's eyes finally became solemn for the first time.

Liu Yiqing's sword is as unpredictable as the wind.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the strongest person of the Sword Pavilion.

Yokogi was dignified, and then excited.

Liu Yiqing is seriously injured and cannot recover from his injuries, it is impossible to defeat him tonight, but this sword is a real test for him, he wants to break this sword perfectly, and let this person suffer pain and humiliation.

Countless incandescent white rays of light burst out from between his hands, and the blade carried that great will, and fell forward!

The sword is as strong as the wind, then I will cut the wind!

Catch the wind, slash it with a knife!

......

......

There was silence.

The wind is cut off, and nature is silent.

Countless weeping willows on the banks of the moat broke silently and fell into the river, like a wanderer.

The white cloth covering Liu Yiqing's eyes was cut off, floated to his chest, and then stopped.

He had a sword in his chest.

His right hand.

Blood flowed out of there non-stop.

He had blood all over his body.

Most of them were broken by the sword momentum of Yokoki Tatsuto.

But it was his own sword that was really deadly.

"Why?"

Yokogi Liren's face turned pale, and he looked at him and asked, "Why didn't you stab me with this last sword?"

Liu Yiqing said: "I said, you are not worthy. ”

He coughed up blood and laughed as he spoke.

Mocking smile.

A smile of pity.

Yokoki Tatsuto roared angrily, "Why am I not worthy!"

Liu Yiqing said: "If you say the same thing, why repeat it. ”

Yokogi Tachito was silent.

Liu Yiqing smiled and said, "Can't kill me, isn't it very uncomfortable?"

Tonight, the strong people of Xiling Temple gathered, and he went to the meeting with a single sword, knowing that he was unlucky, but he still came, because there was a huge Southern Jin Dynasty, and there must be someone to explain some attitude.

He knew very well that the intention of the Xiling Temple to arrange this battle, this was a grand ball, and in front of the Imperial City of the Southern Jin Dynasty was the stage for the Haotian Dao Gate to show its strength to the world.

He stepped onto this stage, but he was not ready to play a supporting role.

He killed the Emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty first, and then killed himself, so that no one could kill him again.

Yokoki Tatsuto can't do anything on this stage, so what qualifications do you have to be the leading actor?

He is Liu Yiqing, a figure destined to be recorded in history, so at the last moment of his life, of course, he will occupy all the glory of the stage, which is the last sword he stabbed at the Xiling Temple.

The figure of Yokoki Liren is a little lonely.

Tonight was supposed to be his first battle to become a strong man, but where could he have thought that the ending had already been written and had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why the Guanzhu said such a thing when he left Momoyama, and why the Guanzhu would let the person in the night follow him all the time.

The road to becoming a strong man turned out to be really so difficult.

He was really unwilling...... (To be continued......)

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