Qingqing froze on the spot, not daring to turn around. Although his skills in the past six months could be considered to have improved by leaps and bounds, it didn't make much difference whether he could turn around or not when facing an opponent of this level. In the sound of rapid breathing, except for the man's footsteps, Qingqing could hear nothing.
You didn't hear any other sounds——
It turns out there is only one enemy tonight.
Thinking like this, Qingqing couldn't help but tighten his grip on the old long sword at his waist. Compared with the previous two swords, today's sword was just collected by Liang Gui from the blacksmith shop for Qingqing's daily practice.
It is not as sharp as the long sword of Mi Yu, nor is it as light as the small sword in the General's Mansion. Holding it in your hand is like carrying a heavy stone. It is obviously too heavy to breathe, but there is no edge at all.
nor.
Qing Qing can't win even with a sharp sword in his hand, let alone this piece of scrap metal.
Even if it was really just a piece of broken iron, Qingqing had no reason to loosen his fist at this moment. He could only hear the man's voice in the darkness that was as calm as water, but also carried an unquestionable majesty: "Here comes today.
It's really unexpected that he is a descendant of Linghu. You might as well go and report to the General's Mansion and tell the lay people of the Ma family that they acted too late."
Qingqing was silent for a moment and asked coldly: "Mr. Ruo, are you letting me go?"
"Otherwise?" Ruo Dong asked with a half-smile, "Liang Gui knew clearly that if he met Dong, he would be dead, but he still had the heart to let the young hero come and die. Although this was not the first time that Dong had met Li Rong.
The battle between mountains and mountains is really unexpected this time." After hearing Mr. Ruo's words, Qing Qing gradually understood that what Xia Qishi said yesterday about being alone was actually the truth...
Before Qing Qing could react for a moment, he heard Mr. Ruo continue to say slowly: "For the sake of Master Linghu's face, Dong lets the young hero go for the last time today. From now on, Dong himself owes Master Linghu
Even if the favor is repaid, if the young hero meets someone from Tiankeju again in the future, there will be no way to show mercy!"
Linghu Qingqing knew in his heart that what Mr. Ruo said was true. It was true that he was poisoned by Biting on the Yin Yang Sword when he was fifteen years old, and as expected on the Xuantan, Master also spared Mr. Ruo.
life.
Since then, Mr. Ruo has locked himself at the top of the Ruixin Tower. He would rather pour medicine than cure the incurable biting poison. After the destruction of Lirong Mountain, he still allowed himself to live peacefully in Tianke.
He spent three years recuperating without incident. Compared with Mr. Ruo's style of dominating the world in one go, it is not an exaggeration to say that these actions were extremely benevolent and righteous.
It's a pity that Qingqing may not be able to use Mr. Ruo's last chance to leave today.
"Sir, do you think that if you let Qing Qing go today, Xia Chessmen will come in person tomorrow?" Without leaving any chance for Ruo Dong to question, Qing Qing continued, "Four years ago, the man who died on Lirong Mountain,
But not all of them have the surname Linghu. Mr. Ruo can be cruel to the master, is this the way Master Xia Qi is?"
After hearing what Qing Qing said, Ruo Dong thought hard for a moment and realized that the "Master" mentioned by Qing Qing was Mo Lingfeng. When his junior brother was still alive, he had been begging Linghu Zi for many years but could not get it. Now Qing Qing can
This "Master" can be regarded as comfort. Surrounded by darkness, Mr. Ruo's voice was calm and threatening: "So it seems that in the eyes of the young hero, Dong, and even the entire Tiankeju, are all fratricidal people?
"
Qing Qing couldn't bear it anymore and pulled out the piece of scrap iron with a "swish" sound: "Mr. Ruo keeps saying that he doesn't want to hurt anyone, but hasn't he hurt Linghu's descendants more than once? Even if he dies now, it's because of Mr. Ruo's yin and yang."
Under the sword, I am just going to apologize to my master, so there is nothing to be afraid of!" After saying this, without thinking, he thrust the tip of the sword in the direction of Ruo Dong.
The speed of Qingqing's stabbing sword, even if he tried his best, was more than ten to eight times different from Mr. Ruo Dong. How could he be Ruo Dong's opponent? A horizontal "Thousand Miles of Formation Cloud" passed by, and he made a hasty stroke.
But he felt that the heavy sword head was lifted lightly, and then the sword hilt was released from his hand, and his body was completely flying in the air.
It was just a tug in the darkness, and Qingqing's whole body was forced to jump up, without the ability to fight back. Before Qingqing could concentrate on her ears again and hear the movement of Mr. Ruo, she felt a sudden pain in her lower abdomen——
He didn't notice the sound of the sword coming, and he was already stabbed. Qingqing didn't have time to use his hands to explore the wound, so he quickly heard the force of the sword and reached out to block it. This time, he even took half of his body with his arm.
, pressed heavily against the back of the sword. Before he could scream, his back hit the pillar at the door of the house, and his upper and lower bodies were almost broken in half.
In front of an opponent like Ruo Dong, let alone the ability to fight back in a few rounds, even the first attack would be too late.
In the grass and air, even the most inconspicuous flying insects or the gentle breeze can be heard clearly by Qingqing. But it is Mr. Ruo's sword attack that makes Qingqing listen clearly.
Even after he spat out a mouthful of blood, he could only hear the faint sound of wind, and could not tell where the long sword came from.
Qingqing has never faced such a powerful opponent in a life or death situation.
If Ruo Dong had already reached such a state of unity between man and sword, then it seems that Mr. Ruo undoubtedly left enough room on the frost pond and under the Ruixin Pagoda. In fact, Qingqing's tortuous and difficult journey
In the practice competition, now he is completely vulnerable to Ruo Dong's devastating swordsmanship.
Qingqing only felt that her body was light and airy, as if in this boundless darkness, all memories became illusory, and the blue sky was just a piece of chaos under Mr. Ruo's sword.
"You have already fought. You did not escape before the battle, nor did you let down Xia Qishi." Hearing Qingqing's silence, Ruo Dong sighed, "Go, you can leave now, go find Xia Qishi or General Shen."
Everything is fine. Dong said he would spare your life today, so he will do what he said."
Qingqing gathered enough strength, quietly stretched out her hand, and let her fingertips explore the stars in the hazy night sky——
Master, if you can see me, help me this time!
Caught off guard, Qingqing suddenly turned over and jumped up. His upper body almost fell down, but he rushed forward in one direction blankly.
Before Ruo Dong could react, Qingqing had already reached out his hand, and his fingertips touched the impatient coldness - I heard it this time! Mr. Ruo just turned the tip of the sword slightly in a different direction, and Qingqing finally heard it.
In his ears, Linghu Qingqing rushed forward without even thinking, waiting to snatch the long sword from Mr. Ruo's hand in one fell swoop.
Just when Qingqing tightened his fingers on the rough sword edge, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. The sword edge was too rough, and he could not accurately draw a long, smooth wound on his finger. Instead, he stabbed left and right.
It hurt so much that my palms hurt indescribably.
This is my own thick iron sword, not Mr. Ruo's Yin Yang sword.
It turns out that Mr. Ruo just took the hilt of the sword from his hand just to prevent the Yin Yang Sword from coming out of its sheath? Qingqing originally thought that he was poisoned by biting poison all over his body and that he would not die soon. But now it seems that it is just some
Wounds from ordinary fights, not even a trace of venom was stained.
Thinking of this, Qingqing suddenly became angry, and a nameless grievance filled his chest. He forced himself to shout loudly, and with the strength he didn't know where he came from, he snatched the thick iron sword away——
If you are an enemy in this life, then you will end your own life quickly! Why bother to look at someone's old love every time and leave yourself with a lingering end? Qingqing originally thought that she was poisoned and could not survive. Now it seems
, it is so difficult to make one’s ambition clear through death!
Qingqing no longer wanted to think about the past, so he just held the hilt of the sword in the dark, and without thinking, wiped the edge of the sword towards his neck.
Just when the rough tip of the sword was just the last millimeter missing from his neck, Qingqing suddenly felt numb in the tiger's mouth, and then half of his arms lost strength. A strong force shook the tip of the sword, and then the remaining force was transmitted to the sword.
His own wrist caused him to loosen his fingers and let the broken iron fly into the air.
The Broken Iron Sword flew farther than expected. I don’t know how long the long whistle that belonged to the iron weapon sang in the air, but then I finally heard a "crack" sound. The Broken Iron Sword fell to the ground without hesitation and let out a sigh.
It didn't, so it broke into two pieces.
Qingqing was still panting uncontrollably, her palms were shaking slightly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.
Ruo Dong found an overturned candlestick from somewhere in the yard, took out the flint he carried with him, and lit it with a "pop" sound. The eyes of the descendant of Linghu were only three or four inches away from him. Those eyes
It was red, and the tears couldn't stop falling down one by one.
"Dong just said that I will spare your life today, so don't think about seeking death today."
"You kill all my Li Rong disciples, and I can't kill you for revenge, so why bother leaving me alone!"
Ruo Dong lowered his eyes and shook his head. I wonder if it was Qing Qing's misunderstanding, but he saw a faint smile on Mr. Ruo's lips: "Tomorrow is the decision of the leader to temporarily summon all the Bayin factions to hold a grand meeting.
Young Master Linghu really decided to commit suicide here instead of sending a message to General Shen?"
Qingqing held his breath and couldn't help but fell into silence. The courtyard of this layman Ma had long been in dilapidated condition. His body was rotting here and there, and he was afraid that no one would notice it for half a month.
"Tiankeju already knows the hiding place of your Linghu descendants, what can't he find? Regarding this layman Ma, it's too late for the General's Office to take action, let alone the people on the previous list?" Jian Qing
Qing finally stopped talking, and Mr. Ruo returned to his usual disdainful expression, "Since Dong today has decided to repay the favor to Master Linghu, I will give you one last chance. Now climb over the wall and no one will stop you.
you."
After saying that, Ruo Dong let go of Qing Qing's wrist and signaled to let her go. Only then did Qing Qing realize that her arm had been tightly held by Mr. Ruo for who knows how long. At this moment, her arm suddenly lost strength, as if she had lost sleep.
, extremely sour and numb.
This time, Qingqing finally stopped hesitating, turned around, and stumbled towards the door.
It was just that he had been thrown out by Mr. Ruo just now, and his back was pressed against the pillar. At this moment, he could not even straighten his waist. He had no strength to climb over the wall, so Qingqing had no choice but to lean on the door bolt and grit his teeth.
He pushed open the door.
The lights outside the door were brightly lit, and the market at night was filled with tourists walking through the streets and vendors shouting loudly. It was just another bustling and ordinary night. For the first time, Qingqing felt that he was standing at the junction of life and death, with the darkness behind him.
There was no light in the Ma Mansion, but Mr. Ruo's figure was still standing there, as strange as the night, and he could not allow himself to retreat at all.
The night lights in front of her were hung high, but Qingqing couldn't help but stare at her shadow on the ground. No matter where she walked, the bright lights of the street could not illuminate her heart.
There is only a full moon, quietly not far above the head, like a shadow.