What is the state of mind when people face death? Do they cry with fear, or accept it calmly. In fact, no one is afraid of death itself, but they are afraid that after death, everything will disappear and return to dust.

The moment Lin Yizhi closed his eyes, at least he didn't think about being scared in his heart, not that he didn't want to, but that it was too late, he just wanted to push Nalan Mingxuan away, and put himself in a situation of facing death, he didn't have time to think about it at all. Until he saw that slap falling from the sky, with an incomparable breath of death, a trace of fear flashed in his heart, but it was definitely not the fear of impending death, because about death, he was familiar with it like a friend, and for so many years, death had been his neighbor many times.

All he was afraid of was how much pain that palm would bring to him? Over the years, Lin Yizhi had been completely skinless, almost every inch of his body had been traumatized, and countless pains accompanied him, like a shadow, never dying.

Maybe he is used to pain, but getting used to pain doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

Or you can try to integrate the above sentence into your life, everything is like this, especially heartache, thousands of times, maybe habitual, maybe numb, but it doesn't really hurt.

It's just that the person who is about to die, isn't it a little ridiculous to think about this? He thought that he could spend a not glorious but long life in this mountain of sorrow through the cultivation of immortals like his master, but he didn't expect that he only survived in this world for fifteen years, and then it came to an abrupt end.

However, he is relieved, he has carried too much, too many people have died because of him, this time, this is a relief, but also a debt.

Thinking of this, he actually smiled, he wanted to look back at the master behind him, whether he cast a sad expression, so, he was at ease, because the master still cared about himself, he wanted to go back and read whether that cold and beautiful face would cast a trace of sadness or heartache, so he was happy, because he still had a place in the hearts of people like her.

However, he found that even this one turned back into a luxury. Because the high palm wind was so cold that it covered his entire body, even if he wanted to, he couldn't move.

Suddenly, he was clear again, since he was going to die, what were he still worried about so much, for many years, he had worked hard to be an ordinary villager of Fengling Village, to live to become a useful disciple in the heart of the master, to keep such and such unknown secrets, at that moment, what about himself?

Perhaps, I should be selfish and welcome my own death without distraction.

Well, then close your eyes and enjoy yourself.

"Slap-" There was a low and crisp muffled sound, Lin Yizhi knew that this palm had already been slapped down, and he should be dead, but why was there no blood flowing, why was there no pain at all?

Is death painless?

He cautiously opened his eyes, and at that glance, he didn't know what he would see, was it a broken ghost, or a ghost crying?

However, when he opened his eyes, he suddenly stood there like a carved clay sculpture of wood, and his eyes did not want to leave the scene in front of him for a moment.

The blue-clothed long sword, fluttering and surging, the ghostly light of the divine sword shone, faintly suspended in front of the blue-clothed figure, chirping, constantly rotating, and the ghostly light that was conjured out was like a dream.

He could only see = that peerless blue back, standing in front of him so haughty, cold, exuding breathtaking beauty and solemnity.

Duanmu Ningque!

Lin Yizhi suddenly understood, just when he thought he was going to die, this blue-clothed Duanmu, who had always been indifferent, actually jumped towards him desperately, that jump, with three points of determination, three points of no regrets, three points of heroism, three points of warmth, just like that, the blue light flashed, and at the same time, the figure fluttered, under the face of the world, a phantomous arc was suddenly drawn in the middle of the air of the world's Cangli Divine Sword, and then a wave of true qi burst out from the Cangli Divine Sword.

A moment, a moment, a blink of an eye. It seemed like a long, long time.

The stunning figure that did not retreat and the peerless sword of the city, just like that, unbelievably blocked Lin Yizhi's body with no way to escape.

Lin Yizhi's heart fluttered in an instant, how did she do it? Everyone had no time to help, but she could, that figure didn't hesitate at all, didn't regret a trace, why did she sacrifice her life to save her?

He and her were only first acquaintances, and they hadn't even said ten words, but in front of him, this woman, Duanmu Ningque, who was like a world and a world in Lin Yizhi's eyes, was really making a move. You must know that no matter how amazing and brilliant that Duan Mu Ningque is, she will definitely not be able to surpass the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, and in front of her, the palm she chose to take is a full blow from the Mahayana period.

Would she rather sacrifice her life for her own sake?

A trace of confusion, a trace of throbbing, a trace of incomprehension.

What are you for?" Lin Yizhi said over and over again in his heart.

Everyone including Ouyang Tiande was stunned by this scene, of course, they were completely different from Lin Yizhi's shock, in such a short period of time, at such a short distance, Ouyang Tiande suddenly attacked, how could Duanmu Ningque appear between the two of them between the lightning and flint, and be able to block Ouyang Tiande's shocking blow?

And, unscathed!

The room was full of shock, there was a dead silence, and the sound of the collision of the palm and the sword echoed like a wave above the dead hall, gathering and dissipating, gathering again, dissipating again. Eventually, it disappears into the invisible.

In the silence, someone suddenly praised loudly and excitedly: "This, this is another function of Cangli!

Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Ling Yijian, who was dressed in red, and he had already stood up suddenly, his eyes full of beating fanaticism.

Duanmu Ningque didn't look back, but said coldly: "You guessed right......"

Just after saying this, the originally standing figure suddenly softened, and it had already fallen to the ground.

The red blood at the corners of the mouth slowly flowed out, dripping on the blue dress, and there was a thrilling poignant.

That brilliant blue back, under Lin Yizhi's gaze, slowly fell to the ground.

Without hesitation, Lin Yizhi suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the slender fingers of the woman who was desperate for him, and in the tentacles, the feeling of coldness went straight to the bone marrow.

Lin Yizhi suddenly remembered that the last time she was inadvertently touched, her body temperature was as cold as this. Was she born that way?

Duanmu Ningque couldn't control his body anymore, and the next moment, without warning, he fell into Lin Yizhi's arms naturally.

That embrace was not heavy, and even a little thin, however, Duanmu Ningque suddenly felt that this embrace was so warm, even a little hot, but this embrace was so reassuring, so relieved that he wanted to sleep peacefully.

At this moment, if it takes a little longer, there will be no regrets about death.

In his ears, a low call suddenly came: "Duanmu, Duanmu...... How are you?"

After all, he didn't call her a senior sister again.

She slowly raised her eyes, those long eyes seemed to be forever cold with innateness, but Lin Yizhi's eyes seemed to appear like a world wrapped in silver, white and pure.

In a trance, she seemed to speak, but when she listened closely, it was ......

"You're a little stupid, and now you don't have to die in vain......"

Suddenly, the sadness in Lin Yi's heart was poked straight by this sentence, and the next moment tears poured down.

He suddenly turned his head and shouted loudly at the heads of the people who had not yet fully reacted: "Uncles, please save her!"

In fact, he didn't know, but she knew that no matter how strong Cangli was, she was only the body of the Yuan Infant Eightfold, even if Ouyang Tiande was not good, how could the Cangli Divine Sword offset part of his palm power, Ouyang Tiande was also a cultivator in the Mahayana period. There was a world of difference, how could she not be hurt?

But even so, she never chose to back down. Only she can save him!

The Phantom Dust Master was the first to react, Su Ying flickered, he had already come in front of Lin Yizhi, he couldn't help but say, he picked up Duanmu Ningque in Lin Yizhi's arms, and then glared at Lin Yizhi fiercely: "I said earlier, you men of Mo Youfeng don't have a fuel-efficient lamp!"

After that, he looked down at Duanmu Ningque, and saw that although her face was ugly, her breath was quite stable, and she was already awake now, but she still didn't have any strength.

Huanchen stroked the hair on Duanmu Ningque's forehead distressedly, and said softly with concern as if asking his own daughter: "Duanmu, how do you feel......

Reach out and wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth for her.

Duanmu Ningque nodded slowly and said: "Master, sixty percent of that person's palm power has been dissolved, I was just injured by the rest of the palm power, and I will be raised for a few days, and it will be fine, and Master Lao is in the way!"

Phantom Chen nodded, wanting to say something, but suddenly felt that this kind of occasion could not be explained, so he only sighed and said: "Idiot, this is good, I will send you back to Phantom Peak for the teacher to rest!"

But Duanmu Ningque shook his head suddenly, and said very firmly: "Master, forgive the disciple for being wild, I won't go back, after this is over, I will go back with peace of mind, otherwise if you send me back, I will crawl and climb over!"

Huanchen shook her head, she knew Duanmu Ningque's temper very well, so she had to say aloud to the outside of the hall: "Whoever is on duty outside the hall, don't hurry up and move a soft chair!"

Outside the hall, a child responded, and after a while, he moved the soft chair, Duanmu Ningque leaned weakly on the soft chair, his eyes slightly closed, his face pale, but he didn't want to take a look at the hall again.

Lin Yizhi turned his head and glanced in the direction of Duanmu, then slowly turned his head, staring at Ouyang Tiande coldly.

Then he walked slowly towards him.

One-step!

Two steps!

Five-step ......

He was not far from him, Lin Yizhi looked at Ouyang Tiande coldly, walked slowly, and walked towards him without a trace of hesitation, the momentum on his body suddenly made Ouyang Tiande feel shocked.

This waste boy's breath seems to be different from Fang Cai's! Why is there an aura that makes me feel flustered.

Ouyang Tiande smiled suddenly, what are he afraid of, no matter how weird he is, a junior who has only built a triple foundation, what can he do?

It's just that this kid is walking straight towards him, what is he going to do?

Didn't he know that the closer he got to him, the more likely he was to be killed by a slap?

At this time, Nalan Mingxuan, who had only relieved his breath, looked at Lin Yizhi, and saw him walking towards Ouyang Tiande step by step like a demonic barrier, and couldn't help but say in a hurry: "Brother Yizhi, don't go over! Come back quickly!"

Even Lu Wujian also saw this situation, Lin Yizhi was like he had no soul, he just walked towards Ouyang Tiande coldly, without a trace of expression.

What the hell is this kid doing?

Lu Wujian also shouted worriedly: "Old Five, what are you doing?"

It wasn't until Lin Yizhi walked to a distance of less than two feet from Ouyang Tiande that he slowly stopped.

Suddenly, he smiled and said: "Ouyang family master, I don't hate you! You lost your son in old age, I lost my father when I was young, I can understand your feelings!"

Ouyang Tiande was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Lin Yizhi to suddenly come out with this sentence, and said in a deep voice: "So what? Don't think that I will forgive you in this way!"

"You shouldn't forgive me......" Lin Yi paused, his eyes flowed, and his expression didn't seem to be fake.

Without waiting for Ouyang Tiande to speak, Lin Yizhi said slowly: "Ouyang Family Master, I have a proposal that can solve the entanglements between us, as well as the entire Liwu and the three major families, I don't know what you think?"

After saying this, not to mention Ouyang Tiande, even the first seat of the worry felt that Lin Yizhi was frightened by Fang Cai's mind, and he talked nonsense.

Qing Xuan frowned, and suddenly felt that this matter would not be so simple, so he waited and waited and did not make a sound.

It's just that Lu Wujian heard this, and said a little angrily: "Old Five, what are you talking nonsense?"

Lin Yizhi didn't answer, just turned his head, looked at the master, and suddenly knelt down and said, "I propose this today, I don't know if there will be a chance to listen to the teacher's teachings in the future, and the disciple will kowtow three times today to repay the kindness of the sea master!"

Lu Wujian didn't think that Lin Yizhi would suddenly be like this, and just wanted to ask for an understanding, Lin Yizhi couldn't help but say, fell to the ground suddenly, and bowed three times.

Then he turned around and stood up, and said to Ouyang Tiande, who was stunned and speechless: "Your son is about the same age as me, maybe I can also call you a Shibo, now I have a proposal, I don't know if you want to listen to it?"

Ouyang Tiande's face sank like water, and he had already decided in his heart that no matter what tricks this kid used, he would never be able to spare him, and said in a deep voice: "You should talk about it!"

"Okay!" Lin Yizhi said loudly, "Today's matter, Ouyang Yue's death, the battle between Liwu and the Xiuzhen family and Wenjian Valley are all started by me, and I am the biggest suspect murderer, now, no matter who is right or wrong, I swear here today, Lin Yizhi's wish is to accept the three palms of your Ouyang Tiande, after the three palms, whether dead or alive, your Xiuzhen family and me, and the grievances between the Liwu Sect will be written off, and from now on the road will go to the sky! Ouyang Tiande, do you dare?"

The last question has already been written like iron.

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked again, and there were unbelievable expressions on everyone's faces, even Duanmu Ningque also wanted to speak out to dissuade Ouyang Tiande because he felt that Lin Yizhi would inevitably die under the palm of Ouyang Tiande, but he was injured, and before the words came out, he had already coughed violently.

Lu Wujian's heart trembled, his heart was broken, he had already understood that he, a usually stupid little apprentice, had already made up his mind to die, and exchanged death for the whole thing to be settled.

In an instant, Lu Wuji's heart was like ashes, he understood that he, a young apprentice, said a thousand things and ten thousand, that is, he was full of shortcomings, but that persistence, that stubbornness, even if he poured the sky, would not change.

"Old Five, you ...... Why bother?"

Lu Wujian couldn't say a word, and sat down on the chair.

Lin Yizhi smiled, there was not the slightest sadness in that smile, and said slowly: "If you are defeated, you must be a hero, even if the world laughs at me crazy! Ouyang Tiande, do you dare?"

This question is even more vigorous.

Ouyang Tiande's eyes lit up, and the murderous aura all over his body spread, and he said fiercely: "This is your Lin Yizhi looking for death by yourself! Don't blame me, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch it with one palm!"

"Try it to find out!"

Ouyang Tiande nodded, and suddenly said with compassion: "Young man, I admire you a little! Okay! I'll make a bet with you, and I'm going to die!"

Lin Yizhi nodded, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "Come on, death will be death, so what?"

The first palm smashed into Lin Yizhi's shoulder!