Nightfall

(Yesterday I wrote an extra word about Xiaoyu's realm ... it has been changed in the manuscript, apologize, and my hand slipped.)

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The ground cracked, the tree shattered, and then the sound began to spread.

The sound of a violent impact echoed through the air.

The horrible roar directly crushed the remaining part of the tree again, and smoothed down the remaining courtyard wall. The people who were closer were directly overturned to more than ten feet, unconscious.

Fortunately, the people in the field were covering their ears, otherwise they might be directly shocked by the roar of the impact. This is the case, and many people were stunned.

At least tens of thousands of kilograms of stone chips and mud were shaken by a terrible impact and thrown into the sky, instantly covering the distant sun, a dark piece, and the scene between the scenes was completely unclear.

In the dim area, the gravel fell like rain, and the broken leaves crackled and shattered into flocs. The firewood in the yard wall was a little messy, and some fell into the well, like hundreds of frogs. Diving.

I don't know how long it passed, Shi Yu gradually stopped, and the dust gradually gathered.

In front of the courtyard wall, there was an extra pit.

The bluestone ground is very hard, with relatively soft soil beneath, but deeper is the harder granite. At this time, there is a pit, a very deep pit.

The smoke gradually gathered, and the two figures at the bottom of the pit gradually appeared.

Tang Xiaotang held the iron bar in his hand, and the iron bar was deformed.

In front of the iron bar, there is a hand, a light gray color, as if it were not a human hand.

Long Qing's face was pale with a stick in his hand, and his eyes were extremely dark. There was blood oozing from the corners of the lips, half kneeling at the bottom of the pit, looking at some embarrassment, but he did not fall after all.

Tang Xiaotang's face was also pale, the iron bars of the Demon Sect had been deformed, her wrist bones were directly shattered, and her right arm was trembling constantly, as if she could not hold it in the next moment.

With a clicking sound, Long Qing slowly stood up and the hem of his shirt was broken. Covered with dust.

He looked at Tang Xiaotang and said, "You shouldn't be so powerful."

Tang Xiaotang didn't speak. Tighten your lips tightly. Only in this way can you prevent blood from accumulating in your chest and abdomen, and only then can you continue to hold the iron bar. Without being seen the weak truth.

Long Qing suddenly laughed. There is blood between the teeth. Described as looking scary, the sword-like eyebrows were also raised, lined with gray eyes. Very beautiful and very weird.

"But it doesn't make sense to be strong."

Long Qing said with a smile: "Because ... I am stronger, you can't even find someone stronger than me, because, dear little girl, I will no longer be alone."

His voice was a little trembling, not because of the injury, but he was a little excited, and even a little crazy. He felt that there were really many voices in his body that were at peace with himself.

Many years ago, he practiced medicine and practiced self-cultivation in Zhishouguan, stolen the scrolls of the Tianshu script, and learned the evil eyeballs of the evil techniques in the scrolls. Then he took the life-long cultivation of half the Taoist and was reborn. Afterwards, he betrayed the Daomen and fled all the way, absorbing the power of the Daomen strong all the way until he reached the depths of the East Wilderness, and then absorbed the spirit of many strong men of the Zuoting Wangting, and finally cultivated to know his destiny. There were many people in his body.

Later, he was accepted again by Daomen and returned to Taoshan. At that time, his realm had begun to be as unstable as Ye Hongyu's calculation, and even showed signs of collapse. The law has since become an ordinary person, or continue to forcefully grab others' cultivation practices, and treat the poison as a good drink. One day there will be problems, but at least it can help him spend more time.

Long Qing chose the latter without hesitation, because he needed to be strong, because he had spent too much time between light and darkness, and he was tired of those days.

For him, it was extremely fortunate that at that time, the Xiling Temple was leading the will of the Lord and began to clean up the forces inside the Daomen. Pavilion, so the strong men of the Daomen, eventually became the victims of his gray eyes.

Mozong created gluttony and was later changed into gray eyes by Daomen. In the hundreds of years before and after, only Longqing repaired this practice to the extreme, because only he had such a chance and so much "food". Now his realm is Knowing the pinnacle of the destiny, but possessing an unimaginably powerful cultivation practice, has become the most special existence in the history of spiritual practice.

In front of the Linkang City Palace, the old master saw the power of Longqing, some puzzled, even surprised, but failed to see where his power came from.

Long Qing's power, as he said to Tang Xiaotang at this moment, because he ... is no longer a person, he is a lot of individuals, or he is already an inhuman existence.

Tang Xiaotang's face became paler. She knew that Longqing was stronger than anyone. When she fell from the sky and fell to the ground like a meteorite, how could you think he was blocked with only one hand.

Is the distance between the sky and the earth no longer a problem for Longqing?

She frowned, pulled the iron rod out of the opponent's hand, and then raised it again, her expression a bit painful.

Her wrist bones are broken, but the person is still standing, so she can fight again.

Long Qing looked at her quietly, her eyes became extremely deep, and the gray color occupied the entire eye like dark clouds occupying the sky, and the body under the shirt began to exude the meaning of silence.

Tang Xiaotang lowered his head slightly, the horsetail had been shaken, and his black hair was flying in front of him, covering his eyes.

She silently resisted the gray eyes' phagocytosis. Fortunately, she practiced the Demon Sect. The spirit and the powerful body were one, and it was not easy to be separated, otherwise it was defeated.

Long Qing took a deep breath.

When Tang Xiaotang had fought with the strong temple before, he once took a deep breath and exhausted the cold wind in the square.

At this time, with Long Qing's breathing, the intact old locust tree at the back of the courtyard began to tremble. After almost the entire winter, there were still no stubborn leaves, and the tragic guilt fell.

Longqing seemed to turn into a black hole, and the atmosphere of countless heavens and earth came from all sides of the city, rolling up leaves and snow. Come to the bottom of the pit in front of the broken wall and enter his body.

Endless amounts of heaven and earth breath, attracted by the complex souls in his body, with an unimaginable horror will, burst out from his chest, and instantly passed through the seemingly thin gown.

There is a hole in his chest and abdomen, Ning Que's arrow hole and black hole.

A black peach flower about three feet square, appeared on his chest, quietly. Dark as night. The breath is cold, as if from the most eerie abyss, with endless resentment.

Black peach petal petals bloom.

Long Qing's right hand stretched out among the black petals. Fall to Tang Xiaotang.

Tang Xiaotang's eyes became extremely bright. Because she knew the moment of life and death.

The iron rod in her hand changed direction. No longer shot down, but in front of you, like the famous scenery on the river. The iron fence in front of the black cliff stone stopped the danger of surging rivers in front of human beings.

Long Qing's fist fell on the iron bar.

A snap! The iron rod that has been bent is bent again from the middle, and the bend is more severe, forming a curve. It seems that as long as the child blows another breath, it will really break.

A curve also appeared on Tang Xiaotang's chest.

Not proud, not beautiful.

Because that curve is inward.

Her chest sank several inches in an instant, and she looked terrified. It seemed that as long as she was gently touched by the greedy child, the breastbone would be broken and disconnected.

Tang Xiaotang's face was pale like snow, and then quickly gave rise to two groups of red.

She could no longer close her lips, and a thick spit of blood was sprayed into the air.

Splattered with blood, she flew backwards.

The petite body smashed heavily on the side walls of the pit, smashing those granites and bluestones a few minutes, then bouncing heavily, rolling in the air, and finally falling on the ground dozens of feet away.

With a muffled sound, the ground there was smashed slightly again.

The footsteps sounded, very rhythmically.

Long Qing came out from the bottom of the pit and appeared in front of everyone.

His face was pale, his lips blue, his blood stained, but his expression was calm.

There was silence in the square.

Everyone's eyes fell on him. Whether it was a Jiangge disciple, a Protestant believer, or a priest deacon in the Xiling Temple, people's expressions were very shocking, so shocking to speak.

Looking at Long Qing's figure, many people's emotions are very complicated.

Many years ago, he was the most famous young genius in the spiritual world. However, no one thought that in the admission test of the second floor of the college, he lost in the hands of Ning Que. From then on, he lost again and again, and never again. The demeanor eventually became the most common poor characters in the story, struggling in vain to live and revenge.

Even if Long Qing finally survived, the realm was better than that of the year, and he successfully returned to Daomen, and even became a closed disciple of the subject, which could no longer attract the attention of the practitioners.

If it was in the past, a young life-giving world like him is of course quite remarkable, but it is different now, because Daomen also has Ye Hongyu, especially the spring rain, and Haotian left some gifts to the world, and Daomen has more horizontal beams. Man, there is a barbarian boy named A Da on the grassland, not to mention Ning Que is always there, and he has been watching the world in Chang'an City. Compared with these people, he seems so ordinary.

Therefore, Long Qing was very silent, very low-key, and was gradually forgotten by the practitioners. He and Yokogi carried out the Protestant Reformation with the cavalry cavalry of the temple. People only paid attention to Yokogi, not to him.

Until today, he appeared again in front of the entire spiritual practice interface, appeared in the Song Dynasty capital, raised the sky falling to the ground with one hand, and bent the sacred object of the Mozong with one punch, people only remembered his once glorious past, Only when he remembered that he was a Taoist genius who far surpassed Ning Que, he understood his strength.

Ye Su is here, and this is the most critical place for the Taoist Protestant Protestantism. Long Qing is responsible for this matter alone, or it can be explained that his current position in the Daomen and Daomen's confidence in him.

Just like he said to Tang Xiaotang.

He is really strong now.

His realm is very high, and his cultivation mind is so powerful that there is no such thing as an unprecedented man. His body has an extremely complex consciousness of the powerful.

Long Qing walked towards dozens of feet away, his expression was calm, but in the eyes of people, he was like a demon god.

Immediately thereafter, the crowd exclaimed.

Because they saw a scene that they thought was impossible.

Tang Xiaotang is trying to stand up again-she is holding the ground with her hands and her fingers are deep in the dirt. Hair wet with blood and sweat swayed tiredly and tiredly in front of his forehead, and his body shivered in pain.

She was seriously injured and she was exhausted to the extreme, but she wanted to stand up and she wanted to fight.

So she stood up again.

Like dozens of battles in the past days, she fell, then stood up and fell. Stand up again. No matter how many times she fell, she would eventually stand up, as if no one could really knock her down.

Even if Longqing is as strong as the devil, it won't work.

Long Qing looked slightly different.

He knew that Tang Xiaotang suffered multiple injuries. Even if she practiced Mozong exercises. The body is as strong as steel. Having suffered such a serious injury, one should not be able to stand up again.

Reminiscent of Tang Xiaotang's resilience in the battle, and her strength exceeded Daomen's calculations. He could not help frowning slightly, and began to think.

When he walked in front of Tang Xiaotang, she no longer gasped painfully, and her chest injury improved a lot. Just a hundred steps away, she seemed to regain her fighting ability.

This is not something humans can do.

The Tianshusha word scroll has always been by Long Qing, which records all the exercises in the practice circle. He knows very well that there is no one practice at all that can do such a thing.

This can only be a miracle.

"I understand."

Long Qing looked at her and said with emotion, "This is Haotian's gift to you?"

When he said this, his expression was a little puzzled and a little sentimental, because he had been approaching Haotian for the first half of his life, no matter how bright or dark he was following.

However, to this day, he found himself farther and farther away from Haotian. On the contrary, the enemy standing opposite him, Daomen's enemies had Haotian's favor, how could he not be ashamed.

However, after the sorrow, he began to mourn, and some self-deprecating, but also more determined-because the main thing they do, is away from Hao Tian itself.

Tang Xiaotang didn't speak, but silence was an admission.

In the old alley of Linkang City, Sang Sang said to give her eternal life. She didn't care. Although the other party was Haotian, she still thought it was a joke. Haotian made a joke for ordinary people.

At that time, it was only a few years away from the present, and there was not enough time to prove whether she could really live forever, but in the continuous battles, certain things that happened seemed to have proved that the words Sang Sang said at the time did not Not a joke, but has real power.

In those continuous battles, she suffered a lot of injuries, and at the same time she found that her body and the strength of heaven and earth seemed to establish some kind of magical connection. The lost power can be replenished as quickly as possible, even if the injury is serious. In a very short time to recover, death always likes to pass her by.

This, or, means eternal life.

Of course, although the miracle is in her body, after all, she is not a god, just an ordinary person. She cannot really be immortal, but death has become a lot farther away for her.

To understand it differently, she has become a lot stronger now.

It is precisely for this reason that she can **** the two poor people, Ye Su and Chen Pipi, who have lost their spirits in the snow and the mountains.

It is also for this reason that in the face of Longqing, who is as powerful as the devil, she also has the power to fight. Although she was seriously injured, she did not die on the spot, and even quickly responded. She could barely fight again.

"It feels like being sheltered by Haotian ... or very good."

Long Qing looked at her quietly and didn't seem to care that she was recovering quickly, saying: "Unfortunately, Hao Tian cannot protect you all the time, so today you are destined to die."

Tang Xiaotang said: "At least now, I am still alive."

Long Qing smiled slightly, the scar on his face was a little twisted, and his gray eyes showed a light sense of sarcasm, saying: "I think you should have discovered that your recovery is not as fast as it was at first."

Tang Xiaotang was silent again, because Long Qing was right.

What does this prove? Haotian no longer shelters the people she once promised to shelter? why?

"When Haotian can't even shelter himself, how can he shelter you?"

There was a sense of pleasure in Long Qing's voice that he didn't even notice.

Tang Xiaotang thought about it and said, "I don't care."

Yes, she doesn't need to care. She grew up in the depths of the wasteland since she was young. She is clean and simple. She keeps practicing hard. Before that sentence gave you eternal life, there were no adventures. She did not pick up any secrets and did not eat. After passing through Tiantian Maru, she had the worst luck among the younger generation, but she was still strong.

Before that sentence, she was her, then without that sentence, she was still her, she was still the little girl in animal skins who didn't know how to write, so why bother?

She used her arms to straighten the bent iron rod. Because of this movement, she had a severe chest pain and coughed up two blood, but she squeezed the iron rod again and pointed forward.

Long Qing looked at her and said with a smile: "Mozongzhong, really crazy."

If you want to perish, you must be crazy. There are many lunatics in Mozong who want to perish the world. Tang Xiaotang is not the kind of person, but she often goes crazy in battle, such as the previous days, such as today.

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The iron rod rises through the wind and falls through the wind, just as the mountain abandoned by Haotian is still in the world. She who is no longer sheltered by Hao still greets the enemy with silence and determination.

Long Qing's expression collapsed, and the polo shirt hunted in the cold wind of the morning, dragging out the traces of the Tao.

In an instant, he did not know how many times he had attacked.

A dull impact sounded, and numerous cracks appeared on the neatly cut bluestone in the square. The figures of Long Qing and Tang Xiaotang suddenly gathered and stood facing each other.

Long Qing's face was pale, and a stream of blood dripped from the corners of his lips.

Tang Xiaotang lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking, and suddenly fell to the ground.

Long Qing wiped off the blood and looked at her quietly.

She was so exhausted that she was already out of force, and there was no more power in a drop.

Long Qing confirmed that she would not get up again, and turned and walked toward the platform. (To be continued ...)