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Zhao Zhijing stood on a mountain stone the size of a millstone with a sword, the breeze blowing through the mountains and forests, and the white robe draped on his body was like a snowflake in winter, cold and pure. At this time, the pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info fluttering in the breeze incessantly, like a white snow curtain, presenting a white world in front of you.

The long sword has regained its original color, so simple, even under the sun, there is no swaying cold light, and there is no bright brilliance like a galaxy, some are just a kind of introverted, a kind of simplicity, after experiencing how many ups and downs in the world, back to the basics, without a trace of conspicuous brilliance, but the inside is as high as a mountain is unreachable.

The simple and unpretentious Purple Emperor Sword was firmly held in Zhao Zhijing's hand, and there were already traces of blood on the face that was like a crown of jade, and there were a lot of stains sticking to it, but he was like a fairy, without a trace of unhappiness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly rolled up, revealing a smile, which was a kind of happiness like meeting a confidant, and the joy from the soul.

"Liu Qing, the god catcher, is really the god catcher, and the nameless knife technique in one hand has reached the point of being a god. Zhao Zhijing's eyes were full of the essence of a sword, and his right hand comfortably held the hilt of the sword.

At this moment, the Dao essence in Zhao Zhijing's eyes converged, and the smile on the corner of his mouth also turned into sadness, and he only heard him say slowly: "We are all the same people, you are not stabbing to avenge Liu An, but for yourself, the most important thing in our hearts is always ourselves." If it weren't for this one thing, we would be friends, friends chasing martial arts together. ”

Liu Qing's black clothes already had a mouth, the resolute face was covered with a little dust and stains, and the black knife that exuded the smell of blood was firmly held in his hand, like a demon knife that devoured everything.

"You are wrong, we will not be friends, although we are all the same people, but the most important thing in our hearts is always ourselves, not other people, people like us will not have friends, there are only those enemies who stand in our way, you say yes!" Liu Qing looked at Zhao Zhijing not far away, and his tiger eyes were full of essence, revealing a different kind of majesty.

Zhao Zhijing heard Liu Qing's words, a smile appeared on his face, and he slowly spoke: "Liu Qing, you are really the same as me, what you said is right, how can people like us have friends, and if there is, others think so." You really understand me, it's a pity that a person who understands me so well, I don't know how long it will take to appear, it's a pity!

The eyeballs in Zhao Zhijing's eyes were like two crystals, but there was a touch of blood in them, and the murderous aura of Sen Leng did not emanate from his body.

A touch of black appeared in Liu Qing's tiger eyes, which was like an abyss-like black, a black that devoured everything. When he heard Zhao Zhijing's words, he only heard him slowly speak: "Don't be a pity, here, when we know what each other thinks in our hearts, only one person can survive, and it's all like this." ”

When the words fell, Liu Qing tore off a piece of his luxurious black robe, and gently wiped off the invisible stains on the black knife, and wiped it again and again, not only wiping the black knife in his hand, but also wiping away a non-existent stain in his heart, revealing a heart that only had a black knife in his hand, a heart that was focused, and nothing else could arouse the rest of his emotions.

When Liu Qing put down the piece of cloth in his hand, his upright body was like a pillar of heaven, straight and firm, without a trace of bending, and there was only that kind of straightness from the spirit and soul.

The nameless long knife in his hand, which was originally dark, was still dark in color, but it was not the kind of darkness that swallowed everything, at this time, the blade was shining under the sunlight, with a touch of crystal brilliance, and the slender blade appeared a touch of jade.

At this moment, Liu Qing and the nameless **** in the hand are pure, the two have fused together at this moment, they are no longer separated from each other, and they no longer swallow the rest of the brilliance like the previous dark sun, the two have become pure at this time, there is no domineering that devours everything, and there is no ruthlessness like Shura, at this moment there is only the purity like flawless jade, there is no language to describe Liu Qing who is holding the long knife at this time, there is only one word in this world to describe, that is-perfect.

There were already a lot of stains on the white clothes, but none of this could attract Zhao Zhijing's attention, at this time he became focused, and the simple and sharp Purple Emperor Sword had returned to the scabbard. The scabbard is not only a tool for holding a long sword, the scabbard carried by the sword fairy on the back of the legend is nourishing the sword at every moment, and the scabbard is the warm harbor of the sword, casting a new sword.

Zhao Zhijing, who bent down slightly, held the hilt of the sword with one hand and the scabbard with the other, the true qi circulated in the scabbard, but there was no trace of it exposed, at this moment the true qi was like a cloth that wiped the soul, wiping away the invisible stains on the Purple Emperor sword, and the shadow in Zhao Zhijing's heart was also wiped away, and what appeared was perfection without a trace of flaws.

The two looked at each other quietly, not a trace of breath was revealed, and there was no trace of murderous aura spreading, but at this time the place became unusually quiet, as if there was no sound, the birds in the trees stopped chirping, and the insects in the grass seemed to be in the middle of winter, without the slightest sound.

"Cangchangchang!" The Purple Emperor sword **** came out of the scabbard, and the sound of the sword body hitting in the scabbard broke this strange silence at this moment, and the purple dragon rose in the air.

This sword is like a ray of brilliance in the darkness, cutting through the dark family; this sword is like the shadow of an axe in the chaos, cutting through the silent chaos and appearing a new world; this sword exudes the killing of the unknown sword, and the full vitality spreads at this moment, like a ray of sunshine in early spring, melting the cold ice and revealing vitality.

The black knife light rose rapidly, not in the abyss-like black, but a pure black, not a trace of variegated color, a knife cut out, no longer the Shura roar that broke the world and tore the void, nor the killing of the demon Jiao circling up, the black long knife at this time was in Liu Qing's hand, just like a firewood knife in the hands of a woodcutter, this is not an ordinary knife, it is a knife of life.

At this time, Liu Qing's front world is a tree with a texture, the knife in his hand is looking for the texture and cutting down, deducing Liu Qing's way, at this moment Liu Qing is like a knife like a cow, the knife is full of avenues, every point of strength is manifested in the knife, and every point of power shows different power. (To be continued.) )