One is constantly consumed, the other is always unfading, and it is conceivable who is strong and who is weak after a long war.

Dugu Yan's qi became weaker and weaker, and suddenly he found that his opponent's sword qi was not fixed, but a balance in the dynamic. The reason why he had the illusion he had before was because the opponent's position formed a triangle, with purple and yellow as the power points, and the sword qi was transmitted to black and brown, and then the black and brown qi were further maintained, so that it always remained within a certain range.

Due to the confrontation with Dugu Yan in the previous section, there will be losses, and the dark green, green, and orange that are the hilts of the sword are responsible for making up for the lost sword qi. Among the twelve colors, these three people may not have the strongest internal strength, but they are the most amazingly resilient.

The qi of the twelve people constitutes a perfect closed circuit, the front is scattered and the handle is gathered, the front exhale and the back breathe, the exhalation and inhalation, the consumption and supplement, just like the legendary Tai Chi, endlessly, endlessly, and like the fire of the stars can burn the prairie fire.

The simplest understanding is that in one breath, the method of internal breathing back and forth, using the qi of twelve people as the sword qi, circulates in the body of the sword.

After Dugu Yan realized that something was wrong, he wanted to avoid the edge and hit the sword body, so he drew the sword back and hid sideways.

The long sword of the flesh was skipped in front of Dugu Yan, the sword qi was raging, Dugu Yan's horizontal sword blocked, his ears heard the sound of zig, and the long sword in his hand was broken into several sections, and his chest was also opened, blood flowed, and the wound went deep into the hall.

Dugu Yan fell to the ground in pain and fell to the ground beside Hongyu.

Her lips were redder than ever, and that was because she had just vomited blood, which had stained her lips red. Her face was haggard than ever, no smile, no sadness, no despair.

But in his eyes, she is still so beautiful, beautiful and charming, beautiful and gentle, lovely...... She had it in his eyes.

Maybe everything is back to square one......

"Dead?" Dugu Yan asked lightly.

"Is there any salvation? If I was stronger, if I could have seen it earlier......" My mind was like a chaos, and I couldn't think of anything.

There are a lot of people gathered around, they are not all killers of Seventy-two Islands, there are remnants of the Shaolin sect, there are also Emei, Wudang, Kongtong and other sects, including the enemies of Duguyan in the past.

Of course, they didn't come to find trouble with Dugu Yan, nor did they come to watch the excitement in vain, they were arrested, or they came because they were helpless......

Almost everyone was poisoned by the Seventy-Two Islands, but each of them did not dare to resist anymore because all hope had fallen to the ground.

Zhang Jingsheng had already prepared all this, in order to establish his authority in the Central Plains, he sent a message to every sect and invited them to go to the Red Whisk Medical Pavilion to participate in the martial arts conference, but if anyone did not come, they would be destroyed.

This wonderful lore should have happened in the Red Whisk Medical Pavilion, he wanted the world to see it, to see the tragic death of the Central Plains martial artists, and to see the defeat of Dugu Yan in the Central Plains, so that they would despair and make them surrender. Although I didn't expect to fight here, the effect is the same.

Zhang Jingsheng ordered people to gather all the martial arts people here, let them see the tragic image of Dugu Yan, and let them know who was the king.

The people from the Broken Knife Gate didn't come, so one thing that can be determined is that they no longer exist in this Jianghu. The people from the fast knife door came, led by Men Hongtao, for him, it was like getting dark after the sun set, there was no way to avoid it, and he had no courage to confront the sky.

He was the first to walk out of the crowd, and reluctantly came to Zhang Jingsheng, bowing to a person who was more than a head shorter than him.

"The Holy Emperor is wise and powerful, and the masters of the seventy-two islands are like clouds, and I am deeply admired!"

"That's it?" Zhang Jingsheng was full of confidence at this time, although his voice was low, there was a kind of turbidity in the darkness, which was intimidating. Aggressive.

Men Hongtao bowed his body and didn't dare to raise his head, "I am willing to surrender to the Holy Emperor as a stepping stone for the Holy Emperor to unify the Central Plains." ”

"That's it?" This time, Zhang Jingsheng's words seemed very frivolous.

Men Hongtao scolded in his heart: "Zhang Zhenzi, what do you still want Lao Tzu to do? I'm so polite, do you still want me to kneel down and kowtow?"

Zhang Jingsheng really said two words, "Kneel".

Men Hongtao gritted his teeth and was about to pull out the knife and give Zhang Jingsheng a knife, but he glanced back at Hongyu and then at Duguyan. Hongyu is okay, although she is motionless, even if she dies, she is still an internal injury, and she can't see how serious it is. But Dugu Yan is different, the big mouth on his chest is too scary.

Men Hongtao has killed countless people in his life, both strong and weak, he kills for money, kills for fame, kills for love, kills for power, and kills people who are worse and bloodier than this, but he has never been afraid, because no matter how close the wound is to him, he feels very far away.

Even he thinks that even if he dies at the hands of Dugu Yan and even the three evils, at most it will be a sword, a hole, and a mouth, which will be enough.

But at this moment, his legs were trembling involuntarily, he was afraid, his heart gathered together, although the injury was on Duguyan's body, it was like on his own body, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest for some reason. Xin said: "Zhang Jingsheng, you are too much!"

Looking at it again, Dugu Yan was still twitching, his hand was still moving, his hand was holding Hongyu's hand, and she was still motionless, and that scene was miserable.

With a pop, his knees were still on the ground, "Holy Emperor......"

"Holy Emperor......" A group of people knelt down, helpless, hateful, resentful, and unwilling, and this moment was replaced by cowardice.

They're really scared......

Dugu Yan's hands were stained with his own blood, but he still held Hongyu's hand tightly, continuously transmitting internal force to her, and kept shouting in his heart: "Don't die, wake up quickly, and live ......"

Her faint heartbeat, through the palm of her hand, was imprinted in his heart, joyful, but also even more helpless.

There are more and more people gathering, and there are more and more people kneeling, Zhang Jingsheng is still smiling proudly.

Dugu Yan lay on the ground and cried bitterly, "What should I do? What should I do? She is still alive, she is still angry, what should I do? How can I save her?"

His appearance before death appeared in front of Dugu Yan's eyes again, that calmness, that calmness, and that fearlessness were something that Dugu Yan couldn't get by saying anything now. But it's clear that he also has a tie......

In the crowd, suddenly a person stood up, although she was not tall, but she was a head taller than everyone, and she shouted loudly: "Dugu Yan, stand up quickly! You are not a coward, how can you kneel like a coward?"

It was a young woman who used to hold roses in her early days, and the moment she spoke, the blood turned red......

"Duguyan, don't lie on your stomach......"

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