There are many kinds of humiliation. Verbal humiliation is the most common and the most powerless. For strong men who have experienced the world and are accustomed to the world, this kind of humiliation has little power. However, this is not the case for Hengmu Liren - he
He has the strength of a strong man but does not have the mentality of a strong man.
That kind of mentality is spiritual, and it takes a long time and countless battles to temper it. The so-called enlightened mind refers to this aspect. However, his fate changed too strangely and suddenly. Because of a spring rain, he suddenly changed from the heavenly decree.
The handyman in the courtyard became the most powerful young man in the Xiling Temple. There was an obvious gap in his monastic journey - so when he heard Liu Yiqing's words, he became very angry, so angry that he held hands
The hand holding the knife hilt began to tremble.
The white cloth covering Liu Yiqing's eyes trembled slightly in the night wind. He seemed to be able to detect the trembling of Hengmu Liren's hands, and the corners of his lips were raised slightly, showing some sympathy.
Hengmu Liren said with a slightly cold voice: "Are you sympathizing with me?"
Liu Yiqing shook his head and said, "I pity you."
Hengmu Liren said: "What qualifications do you have to pity me?"
Liu Yiqing said: "Not being able to get what you want naturally makes people feel pity."
Hengmu Liren said: "Do you know what I want?"
Liu Yiqing said: "No matter what you want tonight, you can't get it."
Hengmu Liren was silent for a moment, and suddenly calmed down. He knew very well that tonight's battle was originally a test or tempering for himself by the temple. He needed to learn how to be a truly strong man from the battle.
Outwardly, he can change the world, turn the tide before it collapses, and be introverted, to be calm and calm, even when the peach mountain collapses and his face remains unchanged. This is the real strong man. Only in this way can he go further.
Liu Yiqing wanted to make him angry, so he couldn't be angry, because anger would affect his judgment and have a serious impact on the battle. However, tonight Liu Yiqing threw away his first sword. At this time, he was covered in blood and had broken legs and arms.
There is no way to change the situation of the battle, so what's the point of letting himself get angry?
Hengmu Liren was very satisfied, satisfied that he was no longer angry, and satisfied that he could still think about these issues calmly during the battle. He looked at Liu Yiqing's slightly pale face under the blade, and thought with some mockery: You might still be able to think about these issues calmly.
There is a hidden method or a desire for death, but either way, it is just in vain.
Liu Yiqing's response from the beginning seemed to indicate that he wanted to die. From the day he stepped into the realm of knowing destiny, Hengmu Liren had a completely different view of life and death than before. He knew that for many ascetics, death
It wasn't such a terrible thing, but living was even more terrible, so he didn't allow Liu Yiqing to die.
Or maybe it's because he is actually still very angry.
As for Liu Yiqing, he may still have the strength to fight again, and there are hidden methods... Hengmu Liren doesn't care anymore. He is learning how to become a strong man. But his cultivation realm and confidence have already surpassed this level. He simply doesn't care.
He didn't believe that anyone in Haotian's world could defeat him. Sometimes, standing on the cliff and looking at the disabled old man in the wheelchair, he would have the urge to push the wheelchair down, let alone Liu Yiqing?
Come on, let me see what you're going to do.
Hengmu Liren's face is slightly pale, and the Haotian divine light on the surface of his body keeps burning. The thin knife in his hand no longer trembles, and the blade is no longer cold, glowing with a warm or blazing light, tearing through the night wind and finally
The remaining distance pierced Liu Yiqing's eyebrows.
Liu Yiqing sat cross-legged on the chariot and did not dodge, because his legs were broken and blood was gushing from his body. Also because he had not thought about dodge at all, he chose to draw his sword directly.
The severed hand and sword fell on the chariot. How did he draw the sword?
He used his left hand to hold his right hand that had fallen on the chariot, and then... took action.
To take action is to draw a sword.
This scene is a little strange, but also a little familiar to the people around the imperial city.
Someone did this before in Qingxia a few years ago.
That man's name was Jun Mo, and what he stabbed with his sword at that time was the Sword Master Liu Bai.
Liu Yiqing was also in that wilderness at that time. He saw that sword and remembered that sword.
The sword of Jiange is originally the fastest in the world. At this time, the sword shape of the second master of the academy is drawn, and the sword intention of Jiange is used. If the two overlap, the speed is unimaginable.
There seemed to be a flash of lightning in the night.
Liu Yiqing's sword is the last to arrive.
Hengmu Liren's blade only had time to travel a hair's length in the night wind in front of his eyebrows, and the sword held in his left hand and right hand had already reached his chest.
There was a soft thud, and the sword edge pierced into Hengmu Liren's chest.
The sword edge penetrated half of the flesh, and blood loomed over the wound.
The people watching the battle around the imperial city had no time to scream.
The soft popping sound still stayed between the two of them and did not spread to the outside world.
The blood where the sword blade entered his chest has not yet flowed down.
Because it all happened so fast.
Liu Yiqing's first sword was extremely domineering and decisive, cutting off a city wall with one sword. Then his second sword was extremely fast, so fast that no one could react.
The pain seems to spread faster than the sound.
Yokogi Tateto's face became even paler. He clearly felt the cold and sharp feeling coming from his chest, as well as the pain with a faint fishy smell. Yes, this kind of pain has a taste.!
But he was not panicked, nor was he afraid. On the contrary, he felt very happy, because Liu Yiqing's sword seemed to be more powerful than the previous first sword. He thought this was the respect he most desired.
He became excited, his eyes became extremely bright, and each pupil seemed to turn into a star, approaching towards the dark ground, about to burn out countless summer grasses in the wilderness.
Liu Yiqing's sword could no longer move forward.
Because the sword has come into contact with Yokogi Tateto's blood.
The blood is burning, and what is burning is Haotian's divine brilliance.
There was a chissing sound and wisps of blue smoke.
The sword penetrated the god's body, was stained with the god's blood, and burned into invisible smoke inch by inch.
The thin knife in the hand of Hengmu Liren passes through the golden flowers condensed by divine brilliance.
At the same time, the twelve thin knives behind him unfolded like golden flowers in bloom.
The burning brilliance is a beautiful flower. He stands in the flower, and the sword is closer to Liu Yiqing.
A powerful will that is unimaginable and difficult to describe in words appeared in front of the chariot.
Is this Haotian's will?
Liu Yiqing thought and a smile appeared on her lips.
Under the illumination of Haotian's divine light, this smile looked a little complicated. I don't know if it was self-deprecating or mocking.
His left hand holds his right hand.
His right hand held the burned sword.
The sword was gradually burned into ashes by the divine radiance, like a powerless candle.
The broken right hand was also ablated by the divine light, exposing the white phalanges, and then the phalanges gradually turned black, and the front end gradually sharpened.
Liu Yiqing waved his hand, and the blackened finger bones came out of the wind, like swords, and floated to Hengmu's eyes.
Piao is generally used to describe very light things, and is rarely used to describe swords, even the lightest flying swords.
But Liu Yiqing's last sword indeed floated past.
While he was swinging his sword, the weeping willows on the moat surrounding the imperial city were floating in the night wind.
The willow branches touch the river water, making little ripples.
The white cloth on Liu Yiqing's face floated up, brushing away the Haotian divine brilliance spitting from the blade.
Yokogi Liren's eyes finally became solemn for the first time.
Liu Yiqing's sword is as unpredictable as the wind.
As expected, he is indeed the strongest person in Jiange.
Hengmu stood solemnly, then excited.
Liu Yiqing was seriously injured and it was impossible to defeat him tonight, but this sword was a real test for him. He wanted to break this sword perfectly and let this person suffer pain and humiliation.
Hengmu Liren shouted! Countless blazing white rays of light burst out from his hands, and the blade of the blade, endowed with that great will, fell forward without hesitation!
The sword is as strong as the wind? Then I will cut off the wind!
Facing the wind, cut it with one strike!
There was silence.
The wind is cut off and naturally there is no sound.
Countless weeping willows along the moat broke silently and fell into the river, drifting as feebly as floating duckweeds.
The white cloth covering Liu Yiqing's eyes was cut off, floated to his chest, and then stopped.
There is a sword stuck in his chest.
His right hand.
Blood kept flowing out from there.
There were blood all over his body.
Most of them were destroyed by Hengmu Liren's sword.
But what is truly deadly is his own sword.
"Why?"
Hengmu Liren looked at him with a pale face and asked: "This last sword, why didn't you stab me?"
Liu Yiqing said: "I said you don't deserve it."
While he was talking, he was coughing up blood and smiling.
A mocking smile.
A compassionate smile.
Hengmu Liren shouted angrily: "Why am I not worthy!"
Liu Yiqing said: "Why repeat the same words."
The people standing on the horizontal tree were silent.
Liu Yiqing smiled and said, "Isn't it sad that you can't kill me?"
Tonight, there were many powerful people gathered in the Xiling Temple. He went to the meeting with a sword alone. He knew it was unlucky, but he came anyway, because in such a large Southern Jin Dynasty, there must be someone who can explain his attitude.
He knew very well the purpose of the Xiling Temple in arranging this battle. It was a grand dance, and in front of the Imperial City of the Southern Jin Dynasty was the stage where the Haotian Dao Sect showed its power to the world.
He stepped onto this stage, but he was not prepared to play a supporting role.
He first killed the Southern Jin Emperor and then himself, then no one could kill him again.
Yokogi Tateto can't do anything on this stage, so what qualifications do he have to be the leading actor?
He is Liu Yiqing, a figure destined to be recorded in history, so at the last moment of his life, of course he must occupy all the glory on the stage. This is the last sword he thrust towards the Xiling Temple.
Hengmu Liren's figure is a little lonely.
Tonight was supposed to be his first battle to become a strong man, but how could he have imagined that the ending had already been written and had nothing to do with him.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why the temple owner said that when he left Taoshan, and also understood why the temple owner let the person in the night follow him.
The road to becoming a strong person turns out to be so difficult.