The history of peace is not revealed, and the dust of water and fire is not forgotten. Linghu Qingqing only hopes that at this moment, the white jade flute can feel what is in his heart and protect the daughter of the Shen family.
The An Ge in front of her is the opponent that Bai Yuxiao must compete with.
Qingqing was not willing to act harshly before Ange could get up. There was no need for him to do so in front of his disciples who had been living as guests for so many days. However, Qingqing did not extend his hand, but stood quietly beside Ange.
Two or three steps away, I saw An Ge supporting himself with his left hand and standing up crookedly.
If An Ge had not lost her right arm, then Qing Qing's kick might not be able to knock down this Tiankeju disciple.
For those who practice martial arts, comparing the two, the balance required is by no means as easy as ordinary people walking steadily. If the skill is not solid at all, then even the slightest breeze between the internal forces can balance the problem.
A fatal flaw was exposed. For a young hero like An Ge who lost half of his arm, it was even more difficult to stabilize his body in the competition.
Qingqing knew what An Ge was doing. It was true that he could hear the direction of An Shaoxia's moves in advance while concentrating in his ears. But more importantly, Qingqing knew what kind of moves An Ge couldn't resist.
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Just like Qichuan on Lirong Mountain, he worked hard to stand upright to adapt to a broken arm.
Qingqing had seen with his own eyes the way the senior sister on Dongshan, who had always been mature and steady, like the backbone of the younger generations, gritted her teeth and struggled while accumulating internal strength. During those days, the master, uncle, and even Xia Qishi, fed the senior sister
Qing Qing could always hear clearly the careful yet to the point instructions when making moves.
From this, Linghu Qichuan developed deep internal skills that were rare for her age, while Qingqing kept in mind the flaws that her senior sister must protect.
The details that Qichuan must master are precisely the crucial points that An Ge cannot learn. Qingqing knows clearly that although his internal strength is far inferior to that of An Shaoxia, as long as he is willing, he can still find An Ge.
flaw, and then took her life.
Even if she stood up again a thousand times, it would still be the same.
Qing Qing stood in front of An Ge indifferently, watching her holding the sword with one hand, her upper body shaking and her feet stumbling. Then she saw the eldest disciple gently raised his hand and motioned to the junior brothers and sisters to stand back where they were.
Help. In the end, An Ge stabilized his body, held the hilt of the sword and drew a "light and dark" sword technique, his five knuckles turned white from the force, and his eyes as sharp as a sword blade were directed towards him.
Qingqing lowered his upper body slightly, placed his palm on the wooden flute, then raised his fingertips, making a "long live the withered vine" gesture.
At this time, the two of them were silent for a moment, as if testing each other, and then they took action at the same time. Qingqing could already see that although An Shaoxia acted calmly on the surface, she couldn't restrain her breathing.
rapid--
She was trying her best to hide her inner nervousness, which was an emotion that Ange might not have when facing a powerful enemy.
But An Ge still did not hesitate at all, and took the lead in using the "River Valley Eastward" move. The white light of the sword flashed and pointed directly at Qing Qing's chest. However, he saw the white jade flute raised from bottom to top, with a flick of "Lu Duanxi"
"Elephant", and the long sword stood together in a daze. The competition between the two people's previous moves, for a moment, was only a competition of internal strength.
Not to mention An Ge, even the disciples who gathered in a circle to watch the battle couldn't help but frown, thinking to themselves: "In terms of moves, this rebel is better than him by a few points; but compared to his internal strength, the person opposite him is definitely not a master.
My sister’s opponent. How come this little thief sacrifices his strengths to take advantage of his weaknesses, doesn’t know how to use his moves, and instead cuts off his own advantage?”
Sure enough, when several people looked at each other, Qingqing's arms began to tremble, and then he frowned, and his facial features couldn't help but wrinkled. An Ge held his breath and forced his subordinates not to be merciful. Qingqing finally supported him.
Unable to hold on, he grabbed the wooden flute tightly and jumped back with all his strength. A stream of blood welled up in his throat, and he vomited violently in front of him like spring water.
For a moment, the wooden flute and Ange's sword were covered with blood from Qingqing's mouth.
I saw the pale red color reflected on the pale sword edge, and the moonlight reflected it, and even the dark figures of the two people on the ground were filled with blood. Qingqing raised her head and smiled, letting the blood stains flow from the corner of her mouth.
He passed by and said coldly: "I am responsible for An Shaoxia's poisoning. Now if we compare like this, no one of us owes anything to the other."
After hearing this, An Ge was stunned for a moment and didn't even notice that the tip of his sword suddenly dropped to the ground.
I saw Qingqing take advantage of her being absent-minded and take the lead. With a little "peak drop", he avoided the vital point of the long sword and attacked An Ge from top to bottom. Unexpectedly, An Ge had experienced many battles and reacted quickly.
He blocked the long sword in front of himself. Just after he pushed out the sharp blade, Ange realized what he was doing, his eyes widened suddenly, and he thought to himself:
"No, I fell into a trap!"
As expected by Qingqing, Qingqing didn't jump back when the long sword was launched. Instead, he sidestepped and let the iron-cut sword edge rub against his heart and slide aside. Then he grabbed the sword.
In the moment of opportunity, a reaching hand grasped An Ge's sword-holding wrist, and he followed his own body and rushed out together.
Almost at that moment, the two of them fell to the ground at the same time. But at the moment An Ge's back fell heavily, Qing Qing supported her with a white jade flute, half-leaning, and stood firmly in front of her. She saw the long sword in An Shaoxia's hand.
In his hand, he could no longer hold it up, so he was thrown away with a "snap" and suddenly fell a few feet away.
And Qingqing was holding the unmoving flute body against An Ge's throat.
Seeing that his senior sister's life fell into the hands of a treacherous official and traitor, the disciples of Tiankeju around the circle did not care about anything else and hurried forward to save them. However, An Ge shouted and forced him back:
"Everyone stand back!"
Hearing this, the disciples were neither stepping forward nor retreating, nor standing there doing nothing. One by one, they simply became ants on a hot pot and circled around in this big circle. I saw An Ge's eyes widened, his expression
firm:
"You just said that you poisoned me and I forced you to vomit blood. No one owes anyone anything in this competition."
"An Shaoxia, you and I did calculate clearly during the competition. It's just a pity that the fate of those twelve generals was planned by the entire Tiankeju - only Shaoxia was allowed to repay the blood debt of these hundreds of people.
I’m afraid it’s far from enough.”
Hearing this, An Ge couldn't help but frown, and his tone became anxious: "You, a descendant of Linghu, have been hiding in General Shen's mansion for more than half a year. Do you really think that Mr. Ruo doesn't know about it? Shen Xuanming himself is bewildered by his monstrous words.
Everyone, the following offenders have caused chaos in the West Lake and deceived the leader - who can be blamed!"
Listening to An Ge's words, which were full of awe-inspiring righteousness, Qingqing just wanted to raise her hand and wave down the white jade flute, smashing a bloody hole in her head. Ruo Dong was evil or ruthless, at least he never denied that he served for West Lake.
For the evil deeds he did, he never neglected to make up for it in his conscience - otherwise, the man who could dominate the sky would not have to look at the face of the dead head Linghu and give Linghu Qingqing three years of wounds in vain.
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But the An Ge in front of him was doing evil for others without knowing it! He was so frank and frank that Qing Qing could not tolerate mercy for even a moment.
I saw the white jade flute in Qingqing's hand glowing with purple light again, and the murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be blocked. However, a very calm and composed footsteps suddenly came to my ears, stepping on the stone road step by step, with a sense of
It was indescribable majesty. The reaction of the other disciples was even slower than Qingqing's. When the man outside the door was about to step into the courtyard, he heard chaotic shouts from the crowd:
"Mr. Ruo is here! Mr. Ruo is here!"
"What are you shouting for?" Siyuan's voice, which was following Ruodong, was low but extremely stern. Even this soft shout had frightened all the disciples into silence and they did not dare to speak out.
Qingqing and Ange were deadlocked on the ground, refusing to give in to each other even when they saw Mr. Ruo coming in.
Even so, Qingqing could still feel the kind of oppression that only belonged to Mr. Xihu in his peripheral vision. It was like there was a wind and wave around Mr. Xihu. Wherever he went, people around him couldn't help but take a few steps back, consciously
Make a way. The gentleman at this time is the same as the one Qingqing met at the Eight Music Festival, and he is different from the young gentleman next to the leader Wen Xian——
Today, Ruo Dong has finally cleared away the only obstacle in the West Lake General's Mansion. He has become completely unmatched in Miyu West Lake, or in other words, the entire Jianghu.
An Ge watched the husband approaching, thinking that it was a small matter for him to lose his face by being pinned down by a descendant of Linghu in such a mess, and as a disciple of Tiankeju, he was afraid that he would be embarrassed in front of the husband.
.Thinking of this, a carp stood up and tried to break out of Qing Qing's suppression.
However, An Ge's move was one step ahead of schedule, and Linghu Qingqing heard it clearly. Before the kick was even halfway through, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder blade——
Qingqing heard her castration accurately, and struck hard with the rock-hard white jade flute. Hearing only a groan of "Ah", half of An Ge's body was like a broken reed pole, falling straight to the ground, unable to move.
No more.
This move happened to be displayed in front of Mr. Ruo. An Ge was ashamed and angry at this time, and wished he could hit Xiao to death in front of him. Ruo Dong did not say a word, but stood coldly in front of the two of them and behind him.
The disciples who surrounded him were so frightened that they broke into cold sweat and even trembled.
Ange gritted her teeth, thinking that she had become a useless person with only one arm left. It would be better to have it completely cut off, lest she live in this world and lose Mr. Ruo's face. Just when she closed her eyes, she wanted to put her head back.
I hit the flute and suddenly heard the gentleman speak:
"Why is she still pestering Bai Yuxiao when her internal strength is so weak?"
Is this the wooden flute that Qing Qing had used before? Ren Siyuan, who was standing next to Mr. Ruo, was stunned. He had played chess with Qing Qing for most of the night. Siyuan thought he had convinced Qing Qing, so he took the long sword and turned the
The wooden flute was thrown into the West Lake. Unexpectedly, the Qing Qing escaped alone and hid it in the general's mansion, and found the wooden flute again!
For a moment, Siyuan also felt a chill blowing on his back. He suddenly felt that the descendants of Linghu in front of him were much more complicated than he had imagined, who only wanted to kill with revenge.
Looking at Senior Sister An, who was lying on the ground unable to move, she opened her eyes again in just a moment, and instantly understood Mr. Ruo's intention. Even if she couldn't stand still, compared with an opponent who had no internal strength, who would be better?
Will the market become more frivolous?
Sure enough, Ange's knees were exerting force, trying to hit the acupuncture point on Qingqing's calf. Unexpectedly, Qingqing had already dodged first, stood up sideways, took a step forward, and stepped on Ange's wrist:
"Why are you bothering with my white jade flute?"
This seems to be said to An Ge, but rather to Mr. Ruo on purpose. So what if he loses his inner strength? As soon as he takes action, your eldest disciple, Ruo Dong, will be unable to move at all.
That night, even though An Ge had been defeated one after another, how could he allow himself to be bullied like this for nothing? Having determined his determination to fight, An Ge turned over and jumped into the air, not caring that his only wrist was stepped on by Qing Qing.
There was a muffled "click" sound at his feet. Ange fell to the ground, but his elbow was twisted at a strange angle, and it was obvious that it broke on its own.
Qingqing also didn't expect that An Shaoxia would be so determined to lose to him. Hearing the sound of the bones, Shi Shi was shocked. In addition, the strength of An Ge's jump was really not small, and Qingqing couldn't stand still.
, then the strong force carried his body backwards, and he almost staggered and fell to the ground.
Without enough time to care about Ange's move, Qingqing quickly opened his robe and took a look at the baby's swaddling clothes - the child's little face was gray and white. It was not so much that he was asleep, but rather that he was hungry and suffering from running around all night.
There was a cool breeze. At this moment, I was almost out of breath.
If we continue to fight with An Ge here, I am afraid that this child will not be saved.