What is hatred? As the old saying goes, there is a knot of resentment in one's heart, that is, hatred. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Luo He asked himself from the bottom of his heart, but it was only the answer, but he couldn't even think of it.

Perhaps, from that moment on, there was no hatred.

Leaving Musha's courtyard, Luohe couldn't sleep, after all, falling asleep was only entering the blood-colored world and facing endless killing. His current state is really not suitable for fighting people, even monsters.

Perform light skills in Heiyuan City, straight to the ground, without the slightest disguise. Occasionally, the court guards on night patrol saw it and wanted to step forward to stop it, but after seeing Luohe's outfit clearly, they gave up. The rivers and lakes and the imperial court are independent and integrated small worlds, let him be a captain of the guard to manage a person who is important in the rivers and lakes, he doesn't have that weight when he asks himself, let alone that strength.

The black shadow was hidden in the Qingtian Pavilion, but when he arrived here, Luo He began to hide his figure. After all, Chen Tong is gone, and there is a more powerful Chen Song. According to the information given by Ju Wuxie, Chen Song is cunning and cunning, and the city government is no less than the old fox Luo Jian, and his strength is even more hidden, according to calculations, maybe Bai Mo may not be able to defeat him.

At that time, Ju Wuxian said with a smile, Luo Jian found two helpers to cheer for himself, and in the end, he was smart and misunderstood, and there was a possibility that these two people were anti-customer-oriented. It can be seen that Chen Song is definitely not comparable to Chen Tong's pustule that is higher than the sky.

At this time, Luohe didn't want to disturb Chen Song, fortunately, the courtyard where Qi Yu was located was still dozens of steps away from where Chen Song lived, so such a range would not alarm this old guy.

Shock, this begins.

Many years ago, Qi Yu was like this, practicing swordsmanship until late at night, and Luo He remembered it clearly. At that time, he worked harder and harder than anyone else in the orphanage. Luohe even recalled the little girl who was a little precocious and had a crush on Qi Yu at the beginning, and she didn't know how she was doing in Qingtianmen now.

Right now, Qi Yu is still alone, dancing his sword under the night sky. All the foreign disciples of Qingtianmen have gone to bed without exception, and he is the only one.

To become a master, it takes a great deal of price and effort, and Qi Yu's heart knows all about these. He has become a top-grade master, even if he returns to Qingtianmen, he can be a deacon. At his age, there are very few third-grade masters. It's just that he will definitely not be satisfied with this, because Luohe has already led him too much.

Many times, if you choose the wrong comparison target, you will often be tired, and it will only be yourself.

A set of Qingyun serial swordsmanship was cast, and when it was about to end, Qi Yu's swordsmanship changed, and the Qingtian Changhe Sword burst out with an extremely strong sword aura, with a touch of cold light, dancing slightly.

Luohe's heart is cold, very cold. He saw the sword in Qi Yu's hand, which turned out to be the Qingshui Sword he had given to Mu Sha.

The Qingshui Sword is a sword made of iron that is comparable to a second-level weapon, and it is easy to sharpen iron like mud, and Luohe once gave it to Mu Sha in front of Qi Yu. And this Qingshui Sword is also Luohe's first gift to Musha.

The heart involuntarily began to twitch, and Luo He's eyes were a little trance-like. In his opinion, the value and significance of this first gift are as important as a token of love. When he delivered the Severed Sword, he had also thought about Mu Sha's various ways of dealing with the Qingshui Sword, either collecting it or transferring it to his senior sister or something, but this time, his idea was ridiculously wrong.

The Qingshui Sword is really different from the Qingtianmen Inner Sect disciple standard long sword that he used in the past, in addition to being sharper and the sword body is lighter, the blade can accommodate more internal force, which is also of great help to the improvement of lethality. After the actual combat of a set of Qingtian Changhe Sword, Qi Yu's heart couldn't help but rise with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

However, as a high-level martial art of the Qingtian Gate, the Qingtian Changhe Sword itself is already considered exquisite, just like the Blood Knife Gate's high-level martial arts Blood Killing Thousand Heavy Sword, it has been cultivated to the extreme, and it can even compete with ordinary first-class masters. But Qi Yu's heart will never be satisfied because of this. What is a first-class master? How many years has Elder Chen Tong been mixed with a first-class master, isn't he still defeated by Luohe's knife with one move? Zhongyun is not inferior to an ordinary first-class master, and in the face of Mu Sha, doesn't he still want to be injured and flee?

High-level martial arts are strong, and high-level martial arts are also weak. Qi Yu is not clear, strength and weakness have always corresponded. With Luo He's internal skills that are not inferior to any first-class master at the moment, even if he only performs the most superficial primary martial arts blood knife technique of the Blood Knife Sect, how many first-class masters can say that they can beat him?

It's just these, Qi Yu doesn't understand, a leaf is blind, and he can't see Mount Tai.

The sword technique turned again, and the cold sword light flashed away, and then the tip of the sword drooped, instantly from the bottom to the top, showing a wonderful sword momentum. The sword moves are ruthless and vicious, and it is clear that the sword is on the wrong side, but it has a sense of deception and fairness. One by one, the sword qi shot out under the stimulation of the Qing Shui Sword, and several sword shadows even appeared out of thin air in the ground, in the air.

This is by no means the swordsmanship of Qingtianmen. Qingtianmen is a self-proclaimed righteous sect, and all the swordsmanship paths can be regarded as neutral and peaceful. The martial arts tricks of famous names are usually the same, using them to oppress people, rather than forcing people with power. But at the moment, the swordsmanship that Qi Yu is using is clearly the sword move of the actual combat school, which is completely inconsistent with what is awarded by Qingtianmen.

No one knows this set of swordsmanship better than Luo He.

Broken love, absolute righteousness. The formula that Qi Yu had just performed, just a few days ago, he had used it on Bai Mo, how could he forget?

The swordsmanship cheats were placed on Musha's table by himself. If it weren't for Mu Sha's acquiescence, then at least Mu Sha would be willing to let Qi Yu accompany her into her house.

His heartbeat seemed to be stopping, and Luo He even felt quite difficult to breathe.

Soon after entering the rivers and lakes, although he had really sat in a high position, he had never been hit like this.

Musha, what do you think of me? Can I give you something so easily to others?

Don't look at it, and don't look any further. Luo He even thought about it, just go over now, and abolish Qi Yu's martial arts, but in this way, is it useful? The contradiction will only intensify even more.

Luo He no longer knew how he got back into his house, and now he was laughing or crying.

In short, the moment he saw the appearance of the Broken Love and Righteousness Sword Technique, his heart suddenly began to hate.

I don't hate, just because I resent it in my heart.

Many, many years ago, Luo He once remembered seeing such a sentence in the library of the orphanage.

"A broken mirror, no matter how much it is repaired, will not return to its original perfection. ”

Really, it's beyond repair?

Luo He asked himself, however, he didn't even have the courage to answer himself.

Musha, please don't deprive you of even the last bit of hope.

Dark, deep, moonless night, like a demon, quietly watching, the whole vast land.