Nightfall Chapter 132: This matter has nothing to do with generosity
Before Qingxia, the sword was full of energy.
There is dead silence in the Xiling Temple coalition camp south of the wilderness.
The great priest of Tianyu put down the veil and said slowly: "I have never seen such a murderer in my life. When Mr. Ke entered the Demon Sect, it was probably this kind of aura."
Cheng Lixue knelt and sat on the side of the god, not knowing how to speak.
The **** is quiet inside and out.
I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was an exclamation, followed by a tsunami-like sound, and the voices of the coalition soldiers were full of surprise and joy.
Cheng Lixue suddenly raised her head, looked out of the god, and asked anxiously: "You won?"
His voice trembled slightly because he was nervous.
A red priest came to the gods and gasped and said, "Not yet."
Cheng Lixue's expression changed slightly and asked: "Then why are everyone cheering?"
The red priest said excitedly: "He has changed hands! He is holding the sword with his left hand now!"
Cheng Lixue frowned slightly, and asked inexplicably, "So what?"
The priest in red said joyfully: "That means that person will be tired too, and he can't last long."
Cheng Lixue's body was a little stiff, and she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, just waved her hand to let the red priest leave, with a bitter smile on her face.
As long as you are human, you will be tired, and Mr. 2 is also human.
But that man just changed the iron sword to his left hand, and he was so excited that he was standing in front of Qingxia, causing much psychological pressure and panic on the allied forces of the temple.
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The other **** is always quiet.
Ye Hongyu's eyes drooped slightly, and Ruyu put his hands on the blood-colored ruling robe, silent.
The cheers that rang out of the gods did not change the emotions on her face, and no subordinate dared to disturb her meditation with those absurd reasons.
After a while, the temple coalition camp suddenly burst into cheers again.
The subordinates of the Temple of Judgment finally find it difficult to suppress their emotions. A black-clothed deacon stepped up to the gods, kneeled outside the veil, and respectfully reported: "The flying sword of the Taoist Cui of Song State stabbed the opponent."
Listening to these words, the mood on Ye Hongyu's face finally changed. Because she knew who the priest Cui was, even she had some hope for Dao Ren Cui's shot.
She raised her head, looked at the black deacon, and asked: "Then?"
The black deacon was stunned. He didn't seem to expect that Lord Godzu would continue to ask questions, and replied a little nervously: "Then...the priest Cui's sword is broken, and that person seems to be fine."
The Ye Hongyu frowned slightly. Said: "Then what do you want to tell me?"
The black deacon became more nervous. The voice trembled and said: "...This is the first time someone can stab that person with a sword. This shows that that person can still be stabbed."
"Although stupid, there is some truth to stupidity."
Ye Hongyu's gaze penetrated the veil. Looking at the Qingxia in the distance, there is no emotion on the beautiful face, and it is indifferent. Said: "It looks almost done."
Almost at the same time.
In another god, the great priest of Tianyu stretched out his finger and stroked the scripture in front of him, his old face revealed a calm and firm expression, and said: "It's almost there."
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A sharp and magnificent Taoist sword has now become several broken swords lying in the wilderness, but this sword should still be proud, because it is the only one that has not been taken away by the enemy since the war began. Flying sword.
South of the wilderness, a Taoist man in a simple sermon. Looking down at his chest and abdomen.
His surname is Cui Mingrong, and he was born in the Cui Clan of Qinghe County. He has left his family since he was a child and traveled around the world to cultivate Taoism. He received ceremonies at the Xiling Temple and officially entered the Taoist Temple in the Song State Taoist Temple.
There are many powerful people in the Haotian Dao Sect who have been hiding in the world, hidden in ordinary or even ruined Taoism. They don't like the atmosphere of the temple and prefer to be an ordinary Taoist.
They won't live until Haotian summons them to dedicate their strength.
Cui Taoist is such an extraordinary ordinary Taoist.
Cui Daoren is not well-known in the spiritual world, but his realm is extremely high. As early as ten years ago, he had been promoted to the realm of life, in the door of the strong. Also has a position that belongs to him.
However, he only took one sword today, and did not do anything else. He lowered his head and looked at his chest and abdomen quietly, because his sword had been broken, and there was a very deep sword between his chest and abdomen. mouth.
It was a terrible blood.
The squishy stomach and intestines and other internal organs were squeezing out from the big blood mouth. It was a little slow at first, and it became faster and faster with time, and finally seemed to be rushing.
Cui Daoren quietly watched his internal organs flow out of the body, until he saw the entire process, he raised his head, looked at the opposite side, and asked: "Mr. Er’s kendo is the most rigorous art in the world. Poor body is four inches, neither deep nor shallow, which is naturally deliberate."
The second brother said: "Exactly."
Cui Daoren said: "The college pays attention to the way of forgiveness, why do I have to suffer so much before I die?"
Second Brother said calmly: "Because I know your last name is Cui."
Cui Daoren understood and said: "Mr. Er should know that I have very little contact with the clan."
The second brother said: "I want to use your death and pain to express the attitude of the college."
Cui Daoren asked: "What attitude?"
The second brother said: "The seven surnames of Qinghe County, even if they die, they cannot die easily."
Cui Daoren sighed and said, "That's how it is."
After saying this, he slowly sat on the ground and began to gasp, because the lung lobes and trachea had been broken by the iron sword, no matter how severe the gasp was, he couldn't breathe air, so he looked particularly painful.
I don't know how long it took, he bowed his head wearily, and finally died in pain.
The sky was covered by clouds, and the sky was dark.
The second senior brother was covered in blood, standing in the wilderness, standing in front of more than a hundred flying swords like a chaotic forest, standing in front of countless cultivators' corpses, looking towards the cultivators in the south.
He raised the iron sword in his hand again.
Nothing was said.
The practitioners in the wilderness seemed to have heard him asking who else was.
The cultivator's eyes were all attracted by the iron sword with magical power.
The iron sword is very common and unremarkable. The blade is wide and straight, dull and dull, and even looks ridiculous.
But looking at this iron sword, everyone just wanted to cry.
Some people feel frightened but can't cry.
Practitioners. Before this iron sword, he could no longer muster the courage to fight, and finally retreated.
Before Qingxia became quiet again.
The blood on the ground has already accumulated into puddles, reflecting the gloomy sky, looking a little black.
People from the college rushed out from under the canopy.
Wang holding a stool in his left hand, tightly holding the medicine pouch in his right hand, rushed behind the second brother to let him sit down, and put the medicine pouch to his mouth. Draw in at the fastest speed.
Senior Sister Seven carries a kettle and a bowl. Seeing that it was too late, he simply threw the bowl away and put the spout directly into the second brother's mouth. Pour water into it desperately.
The second brother is not an ordinary person, unusual in every way, surrounded by busy younger brothers and sisters. The emotions were still calm, and the medicine was delivered with water, and he swallowed it in an instant.
The fourth brother and the sixth brother had already ran over at this time, squatting in front of the second brother, looking at something on the chest of the armor with solemn expression.
Cui Daoren's natal sword stabbed this place.
When the Dao Sword of the Realm of Life-Knowing Realm stabbed the armor, the rune in the armor was automatically activated, condensing a thin and tough layer of heaven and earth vitality. So that sword did not cause any impact on the second brother.
But the rune line hidden in the armor was shaken by Taoist Cui's sword intent and was slightly deformed.
Six brothers untied the box on the back, took out a set of special tools that were exquisite like eight crabs, and started repairing.
Senior Brother Si was doing calculations and graphics instructions on the side, and looked at Senior Brother Two and asked, "Is there any problem with the sword?"
The sixth brother looked at the second brother, a little worried.
The iron sword is the most important equipment. If it is damaged, although the academy even brought the iron furnace, it can be repaired, but Xiling Temple will definitely not give them so much time.
The second brother looked at the wide and straight iron sword in his hand. Said: "It can last a long time."
Bei Gong Weiyang and Ximen are still under the canopy, their piano and flute are the supreme weapon against the cavalry charge. The so-called mission is on your shoulders, and you must stay in the formation.
Just looking at the fellows who are helping the seniors, the two can't help feeling a little lonely and a little ashamed. Bei Gong asked over there, "I said, should I listen to a piece of music at this time?"
No one answered him.
The fourth and sixth brothers are checking the armor. Wang Chi is taking the pulse for the second brother to determine his physical and mental state so that he can prepare medicine for the next period of time. The seventh sister seems a little relaxed, holding it. The embroidered handkerchief was wiping the face of the second brother, but he was busy all the time.
Bei Gong shouted: "Brother, this song is impassioned, and it is most suitable for murder."
Second brother stood up, looked at the still mighty enemy in the southern wilderness, and said: "Killing since ancient times has nothing to do with generosity and generosity, where is the soundtrack needed."
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"Don't be heroic, don't be generous, don't be unrestrained, you can only be indifferent, indifferent, and cold. Only those who truly achieve these points have the ability to kill all enemies. Jun Mo is undoubtedly such a person , My comment on him last night, now it seems that I still underestimate him."
"He is still the proudest man. I just didn't expect that on the battlefield, pride is like he could throw away all his pride, or hide in the deepest part of the armor."
Liu Bai raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "He has been trying his best to save energy, pursuing to kill the enemy more simply. He is stingy to the extreme, calm and focused, and refuses to let the slightest changes in the battle go. He has calculated clearly. Extremely, from this perspective, he is more like a stinky businessman."
The Jiange disciples listened silently to Master's teachings.
They have been shocked by the man before Qingxia. Even if they are in a hostile camp, they can’t help but admire and yearn for them. Although the figure of Master is always the tallest in their hearts, I heard that the teacher Zun described the man like that, and they felt a little uncomfortable.
However, no one dared to question it.
Liu Bai's voice sounded again.
The Jiange disciple was shocked and speechless by the implicit meaning of this sentence.
"I have great respect for opponents who fight with this attitude."
Liu Bai looked in the direction of Qingxia and said seriously: "I even regret it a little. I shouldn't let him kill so many people on this day and night, or I should have done it yesterday."
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(Finally got it done, not bad, but tired, I will rest tomorrow Saturday, I wish you all a happy weekend, and I am currently revising Suzaku Chi, and found that as I always thought, the attitude of the first third is not Correct, the writing is really problematic.) {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}