Nightfall Chapter 6: First sword
! Hengmu Liren’s people and swords are burning, and the endless source of Haotian divine glory burns all the vitality of the sky and the earth to the finest dust particles, but he can’t stop Liu Yiqing’s sword.
Because Liu Yiqing’s sword broke through the air, the sword intent instantly tore the night, and jumped over the holy white wall of fire, like a willow branch lifted by the wind, drifting across the lake without leaving any ripples. A trace.
Liu Yiqing looked at the little emperor on the wall with no expression.
The place where the gaze falls is where the sword falls.
The little emperor couldn’t see the sword, but he could see Liu Yiqing’s gaze. His face became paler and paler. He could no longer hold his breath, panting nervously, feeling that his lungs would be going to It exploded, and his heart beat more and more fiercely, as if it might break at any time, he stretched out his hand to cover his chest and began to vomit blood in pain.
Hengmu Liren’s sword is approaching, and there is a sizzling noise in the air. It is the sound of flames burning the air. Before the light, blocking Pi Yi, Liu Yiqing held the hilt of the sword with his right wrist and broke!
Blood gushing from Liu Yiqing’s wrists, and the sword and hands fell back on his feet. This must be extremely painful, but there is still no expression on his face, as calm as a speechless willow.
He can’t see anything, his eyes are covered with white cloth, but he still looks at the wall in silence, the hand holding the sword is broken, the sword falls into the dust, but the sword intent has already broken through the air and has already reached the wall.
The city wall made of bluestone is thick and black in the night. When it is illuminated by fire, especially Haotian’s divine glory, it does not have any mottled feeling, just like a black gem.
Suddenly countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of this black gemstone. Numerous fine stone dust fell between the blue bricks of the city wall, and the cracks expanded in an instant, and the imperial city was about to fall.
The people on the city wall didn’t know what was happening under their feet. The little emperor of Southern Jin’s breathing became more and more rapid, his heart beating faster and faster, and his face became paler.
Finally, someone heard the cracking sound of the city wall, saw those terrifying cracks, and shouted in panic. The generals and strong practitioners helped the little emperor prepare to escape from the wall.
However, it was too late for the city wall to crack, and the little emperor’s heart also cracked. Numerous fine cracks destroyed this vicissitudes of the city wall and destroyed the little emperor’s life.
There was a panic on the city wall, and people gathered around the little emperor who had fallen to the ground with blood spurting.
Liu Yiqing sat on the nun and looked at the city wall quietly, looking at the military commanders and strong men who had been familiar with, the corners of her lips slowly lifted up with a smile of relief.
The sound of thunderous hoofs in the night before, and the arrival of Hengmu Liren and other Xiling Temple powerhouses showed a lot of things. Liu Yiqing was not surprised by this, but once it was proved, he was still a little disappointed.
The emperor, guard the country.
Tonight, the little emperor opened the gate of the Southern Jin Dynasty and greeted the iron cavalry of the Xiling Temple-you are the emperor chosen by Jiange for Nanjin, even if you don’t ask you to defend the gate hard, how can you open the gate yourself?
From that moment on, the rivers and mountains of the Southern Jin Dynasty changed color. The walls of Linkang no longer have any meaning, so both the walls of the imperial city and the walls of Tonganmen have collapsed.
Although you are only thirteen years old this year, although you are the last direct bloodline of the Southern Jin imperial family, although you have called my teacher for several years, although your character can be called kindness, you are still dead.
Liu Yiqing thought so, and did so, so it was not Hengmu Liren that he first pierced with his sword, but the little emperor on the wall. He wanted the last blood of the Southern Jin royal family to be buried on the wall of the Southern Jin Dynasty.
For this reason, he held the sword with his right hand and his wrist was broken, and the standing man came three feet in front of him. The holy Haotian divine brilliance shone the white cloth on his face like a paper thread used to pay tribute to the dead.
He doesn’t care at all. For the Jiange disciples, death and pain are always the things they don’t need to care about. How to make the enemy feel pain is what they need to think about.
Hengmu Liren’s knife is very thin and sharp, and the Haotian divine radiance burning between the blades is even more terrifying. Liu Yiqing’s sword destroys the city, and naturally he can no longer resist it.
With a bang, the south-facing wall of the imperial city finally collapsed, and countless bricks fell on the ground, causing the earth to tremble, and countless smoke and dust rose and went straight towards the night sky.
This collapsed city wall, these collapsed bricks and stones, are engraved with the history of the Southern Jin Dynasty. These dusts are all historical dust, full of sentimental flavor.
The smoke and dust darkened the entire world, only the group of Haotian divine brilliance was always so stable, and there was no sign of extinguishing at all. On the contrary, the light was refracted by the particles in the smoke and turned into a very bright silver. , Seems more holy and solemn, like clouds under the stars.
In the depths of the silver brilliance, Hengmu Liren and Liu Yiqing face each other in silence.
Liu Yiqing’s body has seventeen more blood holes. His right hand and two legs have left his body. The corners of his lips have also been injured by the blade, and it looks like the rouge has not been applied.
There is a blade before his eyebrows, which pierces the soul with a sharp intent.
The knife is very thin and not heavy. Hengmu Liren holds it in his hand and is very stable. He only needs to send it forward and Liu Yiqing will die. No one can change this.
Liu Yiqing slowly raised his left hand and wiped the thick blood on the corners of his lips, with a calm expression, as if there was no such horrible knife in front of his eyebrows.
In contrast, Hengmu Liren’s face was a little pale, and his expression was a little dazed, and his clear and firm eyes were filled with anger, incomprehension, and a strong sense of humiliation.
“Why?” He looked at Liu Yiqing and asked.
Liu Yiqing looked at him through the white cloth without speaking.
Hengmu Liren knew that Liu Yiqing was blind, but he didn’t know why. He felt that the eyes under the white cloth were full of mockery and sympathy.
“Why?” he shouted sharply.
Since that spring breeze turned rain, Hengmu Liren has never doubted his realm of strength. He doesn’t think anyone is his opponent in the world, but he has seen Liu Yiqing destroy the city with a sword before, he must admit that if Liu Yiqing If you use this sword on yourself, it will be troublesome to deal with it yourself.
But why?
Why didn’t Liu Yiqing’s first sword stab him? Could it be that in the eyes of this person, he is not as important as the little emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty? Or is this person so arrogant that he can kill himself with a second sword?
Liu Yiqing didn’t seem to feel the blade between her brows.
He said: “Because you are not worthy.”
Hengmu Liren thinks this is the funniest and most absurd sentence he has ever heard.
Liu Yiqing said: “This is my first sword, so even if you are a great figure in Xiling Temple, you are still not worthy of the high hopes of the entire Taoist temple.”
Yokogi Liren said: “Why?”
Liu Yiqing said: “The whole practice world is legendary, you are the gift Haotian left to the world.”
Hengmu Liren said: “Is this not worthy of your first sword?”
Liu Yiqing said: “My sword is used to kill people, not to open gifts, you are naturally unworthy.”.