If you can't live together, you must die together. In addition to describing a life-or-death couple, it is also sometimes used to describe sworn enemies. However, in that case, the term is usually changed to say that you will live or die - but in fact, it should be said that people with red eyes should be killed.
, when it comes to a life-or-death stage, they often end up dying together.
Ning Que ignored the black peach blossom that hit his face, and slashed directly at Long Qing's face, sending an invitation to die together, but he didn't really want to die with him, but firmly believed that Long Qing would not follow him
If they die together, they must be avoided, and then he can turn the entire battle situation around.
He was very confident in this, because he came from a grassroots background and struggled between life and death since he was a child. He understood better than anyone else that only if you are not afraid of death, you will not die. However, Long Qing was born in a noble family and finally climbed to the top of his life again.
Can you give up everything in such a short period of time?
Even if Long Qing understood a lot of truth when he climbed up from the abyss and gained a new understanding of death and loss, he should also know that when it comes to physical strength, few people in the world are stronger than Ning Que.
He can't take any advantage in this kind of barbaric mutual killing, so he should retreat.
No matter how he thought about it, Long Qing should retreat and avoid his own iron sword.
Ning Que thinks so.
So when a faint black peach blossom was not affected in any way and rose firmly and surely through the wind, blowing into his chest with the seemingly endless breath of heaven and earth, he was very puzzled.
Severe pain came from his chest and spread to all sides, as if it was tearing everything apart, directly breaking his ribs. Blood kept pouring out, and the world in front of him turned into a blood-red patch.
At the last moment when they could both avoid perishing together, Long Qing, who had the initiative, did not choose to evade, but continued to attack silently, but for some reason the spade landed on Ning Que's chest.
With a loud bang, Ning Que's black hospital uniform was torn into countless pieces, and blood spattered violently. His lips, nostrils, and even his eyes and ears were all bleeding.
At the same time, Ning Que's iron knife also fell.
Unbiased. Cut Long Qing hard on the forehead!
An extremely terrifying muffled sound!
He was not wearing a silver mask. But his face seemed to be wearing an invisible mask, which was constantly resisting the cutting of the blade. An extremely shrill sound suddenly sounded!
Long Qing's face instantly turned pale, his eyebrows twisted, and he looked extremely painful.
A sharp roar burst out from his thin lips!
The infinite breath of heaven and earth was summoned by him. It blasted towards Ning Que's chest and abdomen through the black peach blossoms!
Ning Que had turned into a bloody man, his eyes were dyed red, but he was still so calm.
He endured pain that was unbearable for ordinary people. He put all his strength on the iron knife!
The sharp blade advanced one step closer to Long Qing's face, and a stream of blood flowed down!
Long Qing's howl became even more shrill, like a wild wolf howling in the wilderness, or some kind of wail.
His eyes became extremely gray, his eyebrows fluttered in the wind, and his face seemed to be undergoing some kind of change in the violent breath, turning into another person!
Ning Que felt an unprecedented crisis, but remained silent and continued to strike.
Long Qing's roar continued, and his face kept changing, as if he could transform into countless people at any time!
As he changed, a terrifying power covered his face, blocking the iron knife alive!
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A black peach blossom fell, and a black iron knife fell. Although life and death were not immediately apparent, they were both standing on the edge of the cliff. This process seemed very long, but in fact it was very short - the practitioners on both sides of the Nu River had no time to move forward.
Go to help Long Qing, the two of them are already divided, the battle situation is divided, and naturally the outcome is also divided.
A deafening sound sounded, and the river water flew into the sky like an inverted waterfall, shaking up several hundred-foot-high water curtains. The moss-covered stones in the water rolled, collided, and then shattered.
A very deep pit appeared on the left bank of the river. Ning Que fell at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, with countless broken bones. Long Qing stood outside the pit with a solemn expression and his face covered with blood, like a demon.
"Do you think I'm afraid of death?"
There was no expression on Long Qing's face. After saying this, a look of pain suddenly appeared on his face. He bent down and coughed out two mouthfuls of blood. Then he stood up straight again and asked repeatedly: "What do you think?"
Am I afraid of death?"
"Betraying my beliefs is a life worse than death. There are countless kinds of thoughts in my body now, struggling and conflicting with each other. My life is worse than death every day. Do you think... I will be afraid of death!"
He yelled angrily at Ning Que, as if he was venting something.
"But you are still afraid of death."
Ning Que stood up while holding on to the edge of the pit, looked at him and said, he was so seriously injured but still didn't fall down. It had nothing to do with his level of strength, it was just about his tone.
As Long Qing said, his awe-inspiring aura has turned into the pleasant wind in Qinghe County, but the tone is still there.
Long Qing didn't expect that he could still stand up and said, "I admire him."
At this time, there were dozens of strong practitioners on the riverside. They had not died under the iron bow and still had fighting ability. During the brief conversation between the two, they all rushed over and raised their swords to attack Ning Que.
Today's battle seems to be between Ning Que and Long Qing. In fact, those practitioners who are far inferior to the two of them played a very important role in it. The so-called maggots attached to the bones are nothing more than that.
Ning Que stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood on his face. As his hand fell, it passed between his chest and abdomen and was filled with more blood. Then he stretched his hand into the air in front of him and spread his fingers.
The blood followed the movement of his fingers and turned into countless tiny blood droplets, floating around.
The river breeze blew gently, and he wrote in the wind with blood.
His face suddenly turned pale, even the blood couldn't cover it up.
Countless extremely fierce and sharp talismans instantly enveloped the entire river beach.
The practitioners who rushed around him let out painful and angry howls, like war horses that were stopped by the trip wire, with broken legs and arms, and they fell to the ground one after another.
The howl of pain mixed with the sound of the river, making it particularly harsh.
Long Qing's expression remained unchanged. He stretched out his hand and made a move in the air. The Tao sword in the hand of a Taoist priest who fell dead in the river came to him and turned into a ray of clear light in front of him, cutting off the last talisman that came quietly.
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The sneak attack failed, and Ning Que's expression remained unchanged. He looked at him quietly and said, "Look, I can still fight."
Long Qing stretched out his right hand, stretched it flat in the river wind, and said: "Please."
The angry river suddenly became quiet.
Because the river beach is full of angry symbols and sword lights.
I don't know how much time passed.
Ning Que's talisman is finished.
In front of Long Qing were scattered more than a hundred broken Dao swords.
The two people faced each other from a distance. They were covered in blood, their faces were pale, and they were both exhausted.
Battles in the spiritual world rarely have such a scene. Two people are so close in level and strength and understand each other so well that they can only fight head-on. In the end, they are exhausted.
The real oil runs out and the lamp dries up.
A long moment of silence.
The river was rushing and singing a song with unknown meaning.
"Can we still fight?"
Long Qing asked, his voice hoarse to the extreme.
Ning Que remained silent. He lowered his head and looked at the pool of blood at his feet.
"It has always been said that your telekinesis is more powerful than Liu Bai's. I have never believed it, but today I believe it. I have planned it for so long and killed so many subordinates before I exhausted you."
Long Qing said with a half-smile, "But...it's still exhausted after all, isn't it?"
Ning Que raised his head, looked at him and said, "Where is your telepathy? Do you still have it?"
Long Qing was seen through by him, but his expression remained unchanged and he said: "You failed to kill me with that sword before, so you were defeated."
Ning Que suddenly laughed.
This is the first time he has laughed since the beginning of the battle.
"That just means you are thicker-skinned."
Long Qing said calmly: "This is also an advantage."
"The problem is, now that we don't have telekinesis, why do you think you can beat me? You know, when I didn't know how to practice, I was already very good at killing people."
Ning Que took off his iron bow, looked at him and said, "When you took my knife just now, your ankle bones were already broken into pieces, so you could only stand there, so how can you hide now?"
After saying this, he bent his bow and prepared an arrow to shoot someone.
At this time, his mind power was exhausted and he could not shoot the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, but he could still shoot arrows.
Just like what he said, when he was the Thirteenth Master of the Academy, he could kill people with a snap of his fingers. When he was a border soldier in Weicheng, he was also very good at killing people. Killing people had nothing to do with telekinesis.
At this time, there were only a few dozen feet between him and Long Qing, with no barrier in between. Long Qing's ankle bones were broken and he had been standing there for a long time. How could he avoid Ning Que's iron arrow?
If this was Long Qing's game, Ning Que was the one who broke it.
His way to break the situation is to go down the river and follow Long Qing's method to achieve his goal.
From the very beginning, he knew what Long Qing wanted to do. He cooperated very well. He took risks, suffered injuries, and kept cooperating, so that the battle reached the final stage. Both sides exhausted their telekinesis and became ordinary people.
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When he was an ordinary person, Long Qing was the prince of the Yan Kingdom, and he?
He is the woodcutter of Subi Lake.
Looking at the iron bow in Ning Que's hand, Long Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and his emotions became extremely complicated.
Ning Que looked calm and prepared to draw his bow.
He feels that the word "return" is really good.
The battle between him and Long Qing started at that banquet and has lasted for several years until today. He won the final victory in several battles, but he knew that this was not a natural thing. It did not mean that he was born stronger than others.
Long Qingqiang was the opponent's nemesis, but it was due to chance or God's will.
After Long Qing was defeated miserably at his hands, many people in the world began to despise Long Qing, but he did not. Even though he appeared to not care about the other party on the surface, in fact he cared about this person very much - because he had already won, so he did not want to lose again.
Give it to the other party because he knows that Long Qing is very strong and strong in everything.
Among all the enemies in his life, the one he valued most was Long Qing. When he discovered his whereabouts in Honglian Temple, he shot seven arrows without hesitation. This was a treatment that no one had ever received.
Many years ago, the real grudge between them started with the iron arrow on the snow cliff, and many years later, he planned to end it with the iron arrow on the bank of the Nu River.
Long Qing suddenly laughed.
Only then did Ning Que really see clearly. The complex emotions in Long Qing's eyes were nothing but a combination of teasing, ridicule, contempt, sympathy and a little confusion.
A person who has exhausted his mental power and cannot move, and can only wait to be shot to death by arrows, will not have such emotions. This kind of emotion always belongs only to the winner.
Those emotions disappeared without a trace the next moment.
Because emotions have colors, and there was no color in Long Qing's eyes, no black, no white, no light. There was no sin either. It was just gray.
It looks very much like the sky in Chengdu in winter when every household is burning coal.
It's like a roll that got wet with water and can never be dried again.
Chaotic, dark, evil, terrifying.
His right hand hung by his side.
Several Taoist priests were dying on the river beach to the right. They were about to die.
Suddenly, the facial features of these priests began to twist in pain.
Long Qing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, looking very intoxicated.
When he opened his eyes, there seemed to be a lot of soul in his gray eyes.
He looked at Ning Que and waved.
Countless grains of sand on the river beach flew away in the wind, making a hissing sound like thousands of sharp arrows.
Bang, bang, bang, there was a sound of intensive blows, and countless blood holes appeared on Ning Que's body!
The iron arrow fell at his feet.
He could no longer stand and fell to one knee.
"Your biggest mistake is being too confident."
"Do you really think your telekinesis power is the best in the world?"
"It may have been the case before, but after I practiced Gray Eyes, it was no longer the case."
"I have thousands of incarnations and countless thoughts. How can you be my opponent?"
Long Qing walked towards him, and his broken ankle seemed to have healed.
He walked up to Ning Que, spread out his hands, pointed at the seriously injured practitioners or corpses everywhere on the river beach, and said: "As long as I want, I can get telekinesis at any time."
"I brought them to kill you, firstly to consume your telekinesis, but also to replenish myself at the last moment. They are my food, and they could also be yours."
Long Qing looked at Ning Que and said, "This is a feast that I arranged for you and me. I don't understand why you still refuse to enjoy it at the end. In this case, you can only become the last main course."
"Why not? Because human flesh doesn't taste good."
Ning Que coughed up two mouthfuls of blood in pain. Only then did he realize where the confusion in Long Qing's mood came from. He thought that Long Qing had been waiting for him to use Taotie to deal with his gray eyes, just like the scene in front of the Red Lotus Temple many years ago.
It was the same as in the autumn rain, but I didn't expect that it would be useless even if he fought to the end of the rope.
He looked at Long Qing and continued: "I've eaten your meat before, and it's not delicious either."
Long Qing had long been prepared for Ning Que to use Taotie's weapon. To this end, he used methods on these practitioners by the river, but he did not expect that Ning Que would remain still for such a simple reason.
"Does it matter whether it tastes good or not?"
"Very important."
Ning Que said: "Teacher taught me many principles, but I only remember this one."
Long Qing said no more.
He raised his right hand, and the riverbank was shrouded in the aura of death. Hundreds of practitioners, whether alive or dead, began to tremble slightly, and his eyes became increasingly gray.
In a short period of time, he regained his strength.
He pulled out his natal sword from the broken black divine robe.
That sword looks like a black peach blossom.
This sword, or rather this flower, grew out of the hole in his chest.
He finally defeated Ning Que today.
Ning Que is going to die soon.
This made him extremely happy and elated.
So the black peach blossoms on the sword were in full bloom, extremely beautiful.
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As the black peach blossoms bloomed and then fell, Ning Que thought of many things.
This is not a flashback in time before death, because he does not think he is going to die soon.
He just remembered that during the mountain climbing test in the academy, at Chaimen, what Long Qing should have seen was that a gentleman should not fight, but what he saw was that a gentleman has no weapons.
What exactly is the meaning of the academy?
He asked Chen Pipi for advice, but found that it was a very mysterious concept, and everyone's experience was different.
What is metaphysical is called Tao, and what is metaphysical is called tool.
If it’s not a tool, then it’s the Tao?
Or is it that you don't stick to the rules, like the Master... truly without rules?
Ning Que wants to cultivate to the state of great freedom without rules, but there is still an infinite distance.
But at this moment, he vaguely understood some of the truth.
Many things in the world cannot be calculated. Just like Long Qing, no matter how careful the calculation is, many accidents will still happen. For example, at this feast, he still refused to lift chopsticks.
On the contrary, just do what you want without thinking about the consequences, or you will have a better ending. The so-called trump card. The so-called response, what are you thinking about so much?
When Ning Que was thinking about these things, he still lowered his head and half-knelt at the bottom of the pit.
His right hand was full of blood and he was holding an iron bow.
He swung his iron bow and swung it forward.
He didn't even look at it. He didn't even think about it. He waved it casually, but it was so free and easy.
Long Qing wanted to avoid it, but found that he couldn't avoid it no matter what.
Ning Que waved his iron bow as if he had written that stroke in Chang'an City.
It turns out that writing talismans is the same as writing, the more careless, the better.
The chicken soup post has no owner when it is written, so it is best to move everyone.
His move was unintentional, so he couldn't avoid it.
There was a crisp snap!
Long Qingcai's ankle, which had been barely repaired, ruptured again, and his body tilted and fell.
The iron bow in Ning Que's hand had passed through the river wind at some point and was put around Long Qing's neck!
Long Qing shouted violently, raised his sword, and used the black natal peach blossom on the hilt to press against the tough bow string.
The two fell on the river beach, the blood on their bodies smeared with mud.
Ning Que quickly raised his right knee, pressed it against his back, pulled the iron bow, and tried to strangle him to death with the bowstring.
Long Qing held the black peach blossom sword upside down, and the blade was almost touching his chest and abdomen.
He forced out all the thought power in the sea of consciousness and summoned countless breaths of heaven and earth, but he could not escape.
Ning Que's power seemed particularly terrifying at this moment.
There seemed to be only two paths left for Long Qing: either to be hanged with an iron bow, or to be stabbed to death with his own sword.
There was a soft sneer.
The sword edge passed through the clothes and pierced Long Qing's body!
But he didn't die because there was a hole in his chest and abdomen.
This dark sword pierced through the hole!
Poof!
Ning Que's chest was pierced by the sword, and blood flowed rapidly.
The hole in Long Qing's chest was shot by Ning Que with an arrow.
Now he used this hole to poke a deep bloody hole in Ning Que's chest.
Or is this cause and effect?
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The bowstring was only one inch away from Long Qing's neck.
The black sword was only an inch away from Ning Que's heart.
The choice was in Long Qing's hands. If he didn't use the hilt of the sword to press the bowstring of the iron bow, the sword edge could continue to penetrate Ning Que's body, but in that case, his neck would also be cut off by the bowstring.
The choice is also in Ning Que's hands. If he doesn't continue to try to strangle Long Qing with a bowstring, then Long Qing's sword will not continue to penetrate into his body.
This is true life and death together.
In the muddy river beach, there was only the sound of rapid breathing and silent fighting for life.
They are all people who survive like wild dogs. No matter how high they climb, at the last moment they will end up biting each other like wild dogs.
Long Qing couldn't turn his head and asked breathlessly: "What method did you use when you swung the iron bow just now? Why can't I avoid it? Since it has nothing to do with telekinesis, why didn't you use it before?"
Ning Que was behind him and said, "The Academy is not interested."
Long Qing asked with a hint of cruelty: "What should we do now? Let's die together?"
Ning Que said: "I don't mind."
During the brief conversation, the two of them were actually still exerting themselves.
The bow string made a squeaking sound, and the sword edge penetrated Ning Que's body, slowly going deep.
Long Qing suddenly said: "You don't dare, because you don't want to die, and you still want to find her."
Ning Que said: "Not wanting to die does not mean that you are afraid of death, but what you said proves that you are afraid of death."
Long Qing seemed to be greatly insulted and shouted angrily: "How could I be afraid of death!"
Ning Que said: "At first, your natal peach blossom did not hit my face, but landed on my chest. Because you lowered your head, you only dared to use your forehead to meet my knife, but you did not dare to use your neck.
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Long Qing gasped and said, "So what?"
"You bowed your head, but I didn't."
Ning Que took a few breaths of the muddy air and said expressionlessly, "So you die and I live."
As soon as he finished speaking, he unleashed all his strength, and with the last remaining strength, he pulled the iron bow backward!
Long Qing let out an angry roar!
The bowstring fell on his neck, leaving a clear line of blood.
The edge of the black sword pierced Ning Que's chest and his heart.
An indescribable and absolute pain spread throughout Ning Que's body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. His face was as pale as snow, his lips were as green as ink, and he screamed in pain!
ah!!!!
Ning Que shouted in pain and kept pulling back with his hands!
A light chirp!
Long Qing's neck was broken.
His whole body was exhausted, and he lay on the mudflat like a broken puppet.
Ning Que was breathing rapidly, his eyes were a little blurry, and the hands holding the iron bow kept shaking slightly. It wasn't until a long time later that he regained consciousness, let go with difficulty, and rolled to the side.
There was a deep bloody hole in his chest and severe damage to his heart.
He curled up in a ball in pain, folded his arms, and kept shaking.
The wind by the river was so cold and refreshing, because his heart was exposed in the blood hole.
Long Qing was lying next to him, looking at the gray sky with confusion.
At this time, his eyes were finally no longer gray.
Compared with this long story, the ending is so simple and comes so quickly.
As Ning Que said, if Long Qing was not afraid of death and combined the strength of him and Ning Que, his black sword could definitely pierce Ning Que's heart, but he would also die.
Long Qing has lived in pain these years, but he doesn't want to die.
Until the last moment, he still didn't want to die.
So he died.
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(I really tried my best in these chapters. After writing this paragraph, I was indeed a little exhausted, but I still couldn’t forget to do an important thing. Our classmate Situ Yilan couldn’t think about it for some reason and embarked on the code word journey. career, I would like to solemnly recommend it to everyone. Please collect it and recommend it to encourage me. I wish Yilan the best and the Taoist leader Jin Jian. The ISBN of this work is: 3128928. The link is as follows. If it is difficult to copy, please search it. Book title: Splendid Qingyuan./mmweb/) (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!