He ran out with all his life, but he didn't have a few moments to live. He begged me to report to the official, but he died when I didn't respond. He didn't want to die in peace, so I went to Tangtianyibao."
"that's all?"
"You have to listen, you don't believe me when I say it. If you had known this, why would you ask?"
"You are such a mouthful!" Jing Yuqiong cursed and stared at Leng Bing viciously.
"This, Young Master Leng, is not just pedantic. Deciding life or death based on one person's words alone is a bit reckless. Besides, you don't recognize that person, so how do you know whether what he says is true or false?"
"it is true."
"How can I see it?"
"Just rely on the remaining abyss in my palm."
Xiang Qinglu looked confused and didn't understand what he meant, and murmured: "Can Yuan?"
"My sword tells me that what the man said is true. My sword is my heart."
"Absurd!" Mr. Fang Xiaohou laughed and laughed, but found that no one else in the palace was laughing except himself, and there was a bit of solemnity and shock on his face. The laughter stopped suddenly, and Mr. Fang
I muttered to myself, could it be that such an illusory thing really exists?
Xiang Qinglu and others did not laugh, nor did they think Leng Bing's words were nonsense, because just when Leng Bing said that the sword is the heart, they all remembered a legend in the world of swordsmanship.
The realm of the clear heart of the sword.
It's just that the heart of the sword is clear and mysterious, but it's not enough to determine life and death. Leng Bing seemed to have guessed what everyone was thinking, looking down at the abyss in his palm, he said indifferently: "I have seen the wounds on that man's body, they are sword wounds.
So when I invited him to fight, I asked him to take ten moves with my sword. His swordsmanship was very poor. If I wanted to kill him, three sword strikes would be enough."
Jing Yuqiong's delicate body was on the verge of collapse, her vision went dark, and her heart was filled with misery. She was going to die, and she would be humiliated even if she was like this. A wisp of blood left from Jing Yuqiong's lips. It was red and piercing, and it was not enough to bite her lips.
Self-aware.
No one cares whether Leng Bing intends to mock Tianyi Bao Gu Shen's poor sword skills, but in fact, he has already believed that with Jing Haoran's sword skills and martial arts, most likely he really can't make three moves under Leng Bing's sword.
"Where is the corpse?" Feng Zhenming asked in a deep voice, waking up everyone in the hall.
"When a person dies, what's the point of having a corpse? It's better to feed a lone wolf and a wild dog." Leng Bing said very calmly. Of course, in his eyes, death is death, and the skin is useless. It would be more useful to feed a few mouthfuls of wild beasts.
Everyone's heart was chilled, fearing that in Leng Bing's heart, there was nothing else but the sword.
"Since you have killed someone, why do you still humiliate a dead person in the mourning hall?" Master Yuqing asked clearly and calmly, with an ethereal coldness on his quiet and gentle face.
"Because when I turned back to the mountain road, the body was gone. Not only was the body missing, but even the traces on the ground were completely covered up." Leng Bing raised his eyes and looked at the sky in the corner of the hall.
Everyone in the fort sneered, "Hypocritical."
"You... dare to slander Tianyibao!" Jing Yuqiong screamed, as if she was possessed.
"Slander?" He smiled coldly, "What qualifications do you, Tianyibao, have for me to slander? For you?"
This sentence was a naked sarcasm and insinuation. Leng Bing probably didn't mean it, but everyone in the room unanimously thought of Jing Yuqiong's revenge for his father by using his body as a reward.
Jing Yuqiong's delicate body couldn't help but tremble, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak. A mouthful of blood welled up in her throat. If she couldn't suppress it, she would definitely become seriously ill, and maybe even die.
Leng Bing's words are really excessive. Regardless of whether what he just said is true or not, treating a beautiful woman like this is always cold-blooded and annoying. Unfortunately, in Leng Bing's eyes, no matter how beautiful Jing Yuqiong is, she is just an annoying person with a lingering ghost.
Just fine.
Xiang Qinglu breathed a sigh of relief. Leaving aside the authenticity of Leng Bing's dictation, at least the Tianyi Castle incident had nothing to do with the Tiankou teaching that Mu Xiaoxia had thrown out before he left. Now it seems that it was just a push by Mu Xiaoxia.
The boat is just delaying time. Xiang Qinglu thought of this and couldn't help but feel a little more worried. King Dingtian seemed to be close to the Demon Sect.
"This is just your one-sided statement. Since your sword has a heart, of course my sword also has a heart. If the sword's heart tells me that you deserve to die, can I kill you, and then openly tell the world that I am not the one who wants to kill you?"
You, but my knife wants to kill you." Sang Nanse smiled contemptuously and looked at Leng Bing aggressively.
Leng Bing turned around, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the knife in Sauna Se's hand. Ever since he entered the main hall of Huanyin Temple, it seemed that Leng Bing only really became interested after Sang Nanse said these words.
"Yes!" Leng Bing suddenly smiled, raised Can Yuan's head, and said with a hint of madness in his calmness, "I've heard of you, Zhuocheng Caravan Sang Nanse's Dream-Shattering Sword, and your sword skills are very good. On this day,
It’s also very good…”
Seeing Leng Bing's gradually growing sword energy, Sang Nanse regretted a little. He didn't expect Leng Bing to be so bellicose. He might have thought about Sang Nanse's Dream-Shattering Sword for a long time, but he had no chance or excuse. Now,
How can Leng Bing not fight if he brings himself to his door?
"Young Master Leng..."
"Haha," Sang Nanse looked up to the sky and laughed with great pride, "Just hit me. Let me see if your sword is worthy of such a great reputation."
"Leader Sang, you..."
Xiang Qinglu wanted to dissuade the two from taking action, but Sang Nanse and Leng Bing were both well-known figures in the world. Even Shi Xianqiao might not be able to stop them here. As for the other people in the palace, Xu Buzhi and Yu Qingren
Most of them wanted to see how far Leng Bing's swordsmanship had reached. Guan Qihou and Fang Xiaohou were probably hoping that both of them would suffer losses, while Jing Yuqiong's face remained ferocious, naturally hoping that Sang Nanse could kill Leng Bing with one blow.
Bing, avenge his father.
"The sword has no eyes, if I accidentally kill you, hey, can I still hold the beauty back?" Sang Nanse said with a frivolous smile.
Jing Yuqiong was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you kill him, I will marry him!"
"Haha, now it's okay. It's hard not to be tempted by this beauty. Let's see if I, Sang Nanse, have such a good fortune. Please!" Sang Nanse stretched out her hand, and her face suddenly became cold. Since she wants to fight, she will
He will not underestimate the enemy and must be fully prepared to deal with the Emperor's Sword in front of him.
Just at the critical moment, a breathless voice suddenly came from the sound of rain outside the palace. The voice was high-pitched, like shouting with a pinched throat. At first glance, it sounded very similar to the eunuch in the palace, "Slow down!
Come on, our family has caught up and we haven't started fighting yet."
As they were talking, three people came in from the heavy rain. They were all wearing raincoats to protect them from the rain. As soon as they entered the house, there was water under their feet.