! Hengmu Liren's men and swords were all burning, and the endless Haotian divine radiance burned all the energy of heaven and earth in Kong Nao to the tiniest dust particles, but he had no way to stop Liu Yiqing's sword.
Because Liu Yiqing's sword shot out of the air, the sword's intention tore through the night in an instant, jumping over the holy white wall of fire, like a willow branch blown by the wind, floating across the lake without leaving even a ripple.
Liu Yiqing looked at the little emperor on the city wall with an expressionless face.
Wherever your eyes fall, that's where the sword falls.
The little emperor couldn't see the sword, but he could see Liu Yiqing's eyes. His face became paler and paler. He could no longer hold his breath and panted nervously. He felt that his lungs were going to explode in the next moment.
His heartbeat was beating harder and harder, as if it might burst at any time. He reached out to cover his chest and began to vomit blood in pain.
When Hengmu Liren's sword struck, there was a sizzling sound in the air, which was the sound of flames burning the air. Before the light, blocking Pi Yi, Liu Yiqing's right hand holding the hilt of the sword was broken at the wrist!
Blood spurted out from Liu Yiqing's wrist, and his sword and hand fell back onto the chariot. This must have been extremely painful, but there was still no expression on his face, as calm as a silent willow tree.
He couldn't see anything, and his eyes were covered with white cloth, but he still looked at the city wall quietly. The hand holding the sword was broken, and the sword fell to the dust, but the sword's intention had already broken through the air and had reached the city wall.
The city wall made of bluestone glows with a thick black color in the night. When illuminated by the firelight, especially the radiance of Haotian, there is no mottled feeling, just like a black gem.
Countless fine cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of this black gemstone. Countless fine stone powder collapsed between the blue bricks of the city wall. In the blink of an eye, the cracks expanded and the imperial city was about to collapse.
The people on the city wall didn't know what was happening under their feet. The little emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty's breathing became more and more rapid, his heart beat faster and faster, and his face became paler and paler.
Finally, someone heard the sound of the city wall cracking and saw the terrifying cracks. They shouted in panic. Military generals and strong practitioners supported the little emperor and prepared to escape down the wall.
However, it was too late when the city wall cracked, and the little emperor's heart also cracked. Countless fine cracks destroyed the city wall that had gone through many vicissitudes of life, and also destroyed the little emperor's life.
There was a panic on the city wall. People gathered around the little emperor who was spitting blood and fell to the ground. They were extremely frightened.
Liu Yiqing sat on the chariot and looked quietly at the city wall, looking at the familiar generals and strong men, the corners of her lips slowly lifted up to reveal a happy smile.
The thunderous sound of hooves sounded in the night, and the arrival of Hengmu Liren and other powerful men from the Xiling Temple showed a lot of things. Liu Yiqing was not surprised by this, but once it was proven, he could not help but feel a little disappointed.
The emperor guards the gates of the country.
Tonight, the little emperor opened the city gate of the Southern Jin Dynasty and welcomed the cavalry of the Xiling Temple. You are the emperor chosen by Jiange for the Southern Jin Dynasty. Even if you are not required to defend the country's gate to the death, how can you open the country's gate yourself?
From that moment on, the landscape of the Southern Jin Dynasty changed. The city wall of Linkang no longer meant anything, so both the walls of the imperial city and the walls of Tong'an Gate must have collapsed.
Although you are only thirteen years old this year, although you are the last direct descendant of the Southern Jin royal family, although you have called me teacher for several years, and although your character can be called kind, you should still die.
Liu Yiqing thought and did this, so the first thing he stabbed with his sword was not the person standing on the crossbar, but the little emperor on the city wall. He wanted the last blood of the Southern Jin royal family to be buried on the city wall of the Southern Jin Dynasty.
For this reason, he held the sword with his right hand at the wrist level and broke the crossbar. The standing man came three feet in front of him. The holy Haotian divine light illuminated the white cloth on his face like a paper thread used to commemorate the dead.
He doesn't care at all. For the disciples of Jiange, death and pain have always been the least important things. How to make the enemy feel pain is what they need to think about.
Hengmu Liren's sword was very thin and sharp, and the Haotian divine light burning between the blades was even more terrifying to the extreme. Liu Yiqing destroyed the city with his sword, so naturally he could no longer resist it.
With a bang, the south-facing wall of the Imperial City finally collapsed. Countless bricks and stones fell to the ground, causing the earth to shake. Countless smoke and dust rose up, heading straight towards the night sky.
This collapsed city wall, these crumbled bricks and stones, all have the history of the Southern Jin Dynasty engraved on them. These dusts are all the dust of history, full of sentimental flavor.
The smoke and dust made the whole world dim. Only the Haotian divine light was always so stable and showed no sign of extinguishing. On the contrary, the light was refracted by the particles in the smoke and turned into an extremely bright silver, making it appear even brighter.
Holy and solemn, like clouds under the stars.
In the depths of the silver light, Liren and Liu Yiqing faced each other in silence.
There were seventeen more bloody wounds on Liu Yiqing's body. His right hand and two legs had left his body. The corners of his lips were also injured by the blade. It looked like the rouge was not applied properly.
There is a blade in front of his eyebrows, and the sharp blade pierces his soul.
The knife was very thin and not very heavy. Hengmu Liren held it in his hand and it was very stable. He only had to send it forward and Liu Yiqing would die. No one could change this.
Liu Yiqing slowly raised his left hand and wiped the thick blood from the corners of his lips. His expression was very calm, as if there was no such terrifying knife in front of his eyebrows.
On the contrary, Hengmu Liren's face was a little pale, his expression was a little confused, and his clear and firm eyes were filled with anger and confusion, as well as a strong sense of humiliation.
"Why?" He looked at Liu Yiqing and asked.
Liu Yiqing looked at him through the white cloth and said nothing.
Hengmu Liren knew that Liu Yiqing was blind, but for some reason, he felt that the eyes under the white cloth were full of ridicule and sympathy.
"Why?" he shouted sharply.
Since that spring breeze, Hengmu Liren has never had any doubts about his own level of strength. He doesn't think there is anyone in the world who can be his opponent, but before watching Liu Yiqing destroy the city with one sword, he must admit that if Liu Yiqing takes this
If you use the sword on yourself, you will have some trouble dealing with it.
But why?
Why didn't Liu Yiqing's first sword stab him? In the eyes of this person, was he not as important as the little emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty? Or was this person so arrogant that he thought he could kill himself with the second sword?
Liu Yiqing seemed not to be able to feel the blade in front of her eyebrows.
He said: "Because you don't deserve it."
Hengmu Liren thought this was the funniest and most ridiculous sentence he had ever heard.
Liu Yiqing said: "This is my first sword, so even if you are a big shot in Xiling Temple and the son of God that the entire Taoist sect has high hopes for, you are still not worthy."
Hengmu Liren said: "Why?"
Liu Yiqing said: "It is said throughout the spiritual world that you are Haotian's gift to the world."
Hengmu Liren said: "Isn't this worthy of receiving your first sword?"
Liu Yiqing said: "My sword is for killing people, not for opening gifts. Of course you are not worthy.".