Nightfall

This sigh is clear and shallow, just like the water on the flowers, the flowers reflected on the water, coming from the depths of the night, to cleanse the quiet night, and the bright moon hanging on the night dome Jing, like the ruins of the imperial city covered with dust and gravel, all looked clean because of this, and the weeping willow flicked the river, as if nothing had happened tonight.

People ’s reactions after hearing this sigh are even more different. Some people are amazed, some are afraid, some are silent, and many people are pale and quietly retreating towards the crowd, because they know that the person in the night must be from Tang, from Changan College, just don't know which gentleman.

Long Qing knew who was coming, and looked at the sigh in the night, knowing that his eyes did not necessarily see that person, and his expression became very dignified. Many years ago, under the snowy peak of the wasteland, the man came out with a light grin After a battle between the two Dao and Demon, one year later, at the White Pagoda Temple, the man appeared again with a sigh, trapped the Xuankong Temple to teach the Taoist seat, and released Ning Que and Sang Sang. , What will you do?

Dying Liu Yiqing heard this sigh, a smile appeared on his face, not because he finally waited for someone to prove something, but because he was sure that what he asked for would be realized.

Hengmu Liren also guessed who the coming person was, because only the person in the practice world could silently break through the defense line of the two thousand guardian cavalry in the Xiling Temple and came so close to himself.

He took a deep breath, thirteen fine knives became brighter, and the golden flowers behind him were bigger, ready to launch his attack at the beginning of the sigh.

His face did not show any fearful expression, because Shenhui consumed too fast and thin face showed an extremely strong willingness to fight, but the Xing Chai in his eyes faded away, and it was particularly cruel because of innocence. The expression calmed down instantly, because no matter how proud and confident he was, he must concentrate all his spirits in the face of this legendary character in order to hopefully defeat the other party.

Long Qing looked deep into the night and said, "Let go."

This sentence was not said to that person, but to Yokogi-Liu Yiqing was seriously injured, Yokogi did not want him to die, and wanted him to live with endless torture. At this time, the sound of mountains and rivers came from the night The sigh, the meaning is very clear, that person does not allow such a cruel thing to happen.

Hengmu's face did not have any expression, his palm still fell on Liu Yiqing's body, looking at the depths of the night and said: "The Academy is indeed coming, is this not the picture that the temple wants to see? Why should I let go?"

Long Qing said: "I am waiting for Ning Que, not him."

Yoko said, "What's the difference? They are all thieves in the academy, and this person is more important than Ning Que."

Long Qing said: "The more important person is bound to be stronger ... I will try to keep him no matter who comes to the Academy tonight, but since it is him, it makes no sense."

Hengmu's eyes burned with debris of stars, like a blaze, and his voice turned into a bonfire that was blown by the wind, roaring powerfully, looking at the depths of the night and saying, "I want to try to keep him."

Long Qing's eyes showed a look of pity, mercy and ignorance.

At this moment, the sigh of the man came again in the night, and he seemed a little helpless. The so-called helplessness is very much like the feeling of an adult watching a child's nonsense.

Yokogi clearly felt this emotion, his face became extremely gloomy, but his mood became more calm, because since he wanted to try to stay with the other party, he must be calm to the extreme.

The man finally spoke: "What is your wish?"

This kind of interrogation will usually appear after the duel of the two strong men. The winner looks at the loser and asks a sympathetic sentence, giving the audience a sense of sympathy for the hero, and if this interrogation occurs before the decisive battle. , Full of mockery of disdain.

Yokogi did not misunderstand that the man was mocking himself. Although the slow speed and calm tone sounded indeed a mocking tone, he knew it was not because the person was not that kind of person.

Asked Liu Yiqing.

Liu Yiqing raised his head and looked at Linkang City under the night through a white cloth. Although he could not see it now, he had seen it many times before and remembered many details of the city.

As a spiritual practitioner, he had been promoted to the Realm of Fate a few years ago. As a swordsman, he went to death tonight with a single sword, destroying the imperial city with one sword, and already realized the true meaning of kendo, as a man In his life, he killed two emperors of Nanjin, destined to be written in history, there is no regret.

As a person, he had enough wishes in his life, but as the master of the sword pavilion and a Nanjin person, he did have many people and things that he could not put down, but he did not say too specific because he believed that Tang If the academy can win this war, it will naturally be handled well. If it cannot be won, there will probably be no more Nanjin and Jiange in this world. If so, why not talk more?

So he said nothing, squeezed his thin lips like a sword, and waited with joy for the final relief.

The sigh rang again in the night, which was full of emotion and respect, and seemed to say goodbye.

There was a gentle breeze rising from the moat, straight up to the night dome, blowing away a few strands of night clouds that wanted to entangle the moon, blowing away the gravel scattered on the ground, and coming to the imperial city and to the front.

Hengmu Liren looked abruptly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Break a cry, and more than ten thin knives came out in unison, blooming in the night breeze to limit the light, holding the handle horizontally with both hands, gathering countless brilliances, and then directed to that way Breeze away!

Breeze the wind! Even if you are the real breeze, I will be cut off with a knife! Even if you are already a legend in the spiritual world, how can you cross my fan cage formed by the sword spirit?

Mingdao illuminates the night, and the eyes of Yokogi are bright! His sword-like spirit spit out all the way, he felt all clear, as if he was about to go away from the wind, he never had such a perfect feeling!

However, nothing happened, the breeze was not cut off, and nothing crossed the cage. The perfect one was still perfect, but it was still lonely in the night.

Because before he waved his sword, the breeze had already passed, and before he used the sword to radiate the fan cage, the figure had already appeared in front of him, and before the start of his perfect blow, the war had ended.

A scholar stood in front of the shrine, wearing a dusty old cotton jacket, a wooden stick inserted between his belts, and a roll of old books with a gentle look, like the most common school teacher in the country.

Looking at this person, Yokogi's hands trembling slightly with the handle of the knife, not because of fear, but because of anger, asked coldly, "Mr. Academy?"

The scholar is naturally the master of the academy.

The elder brother ignored him, looked at Liu Yiqing on the shrine, and said, "Sorry." (Unfinished to be continued. [This text is provided by the breaking dawn update team @ 小艾 332335]. If you like this work, you are welcome to come ◤ ◢Voting recommended and monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)