The Path Toward Heaven

(Mixed the colors of Jing Jiu and Tong Yan's chess pieces. The manuscript has been changed. I don't want to wash out the chapter in the chapter, so I put it there first and give everyone a bow.)

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Mo Gong understood the meaning of Jing Jiu and said, "The way is different."

The road ahead, but ultimately failed to take that step, it was because he had the world in his heart, which was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

There is no comment on this, but there are some regrets.

But for Mo Gong, Jing Jiu could see that he was only one step away from heaven, but it showed a problem, which was the problem he had always worried about.

This famous idiot emperor is definitely not an idiot.

"When Shao Yue talked to His Majesty with me, I felt that he had some unknown words. Now when he wanted to come, he knew that His Majesty was a real genius."

Mo Gong looked at Jing Jiu with a sigh and said, "But for the sake of life in the world, I still have to please die today."

The world is heavy, the country is light, and the king is lighter, so you can die.

This sentence may seem indifferent, but in fact, if it is thunder, it is qualified to write in the history books.

Jing Jiu did not respond, as if he had not heard.

The same is true for Liu ten years old.

Tong Yan suddenly felt something wrong.

Everything is in his plan.

Even though Zhang University scholars do not have the heart of emperor, if they want to quell the enthusiasm within the bureaucratic group, it will take a certain amount of time and energy, not to mention that Cangzhou has prepared a lot of things for the court. Mo Gong entered the palace, Jing Jiu had no chance of living, why is he still so calm now?

Tong Yan's gaze fell on the chessboard, and suddenly he saw a lot of meaning of birth and death, and the right hand subconsciously gripped the wheelchair armrest.

He looked up arrogantly, staring at Jing Jiu and said, "This is impossible!"

Jing Jiu said, "Nothing is impossible."

Tong Yan was silent for a while and said, "Since you wanted to kill me from the beginning, it should be time for Zhuo Rusui."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes, I don't know where he is."

Tong Yan said: "Zhuo Rusui is willing to listen to your arrangements, indicating that he has not forgotten those past events, nor does he. Qingshan Sect is really amazing."

He vaguely guessed the identity of the guardless disciple, but there was no evidence.

"Forgetting is not because of red dust, but the power of time."

Jing Jiu said: "If you can't escape time, you will always be a slave to time, and disciples in Qingshan cannot be slaves."

Upon hearing this sentence, Mo Gong thoughtfully said, "The so-called wish is also a shackle, and it should be taken off like clothes."

Jing Jiu said, "It's the same."

Mo Gong looked at Xueting and found that he couldn't see the depth of the young emperor, and suddenly said, "Why do you insist? Or you can have a better ending today."

The words fell squarely, the wind and snow rose, he disappeared from the place, and the next moment he came to the kiosk, his hands fell on Tong Yan's wheelchair.

Looking at this scene, Liu ten-year-old looked slightly faint, and slowly lowered the umbrella in his hand.

The opponent's realm is too high. If he had shot at His Majesty at that moment, he couldn't stop it.

Mo Gong pushed Tong Yan's wheelchair to the palace door.

The wheels rolled over the snow and made a creaking sound, which was not ugly.

"You can give up killing me, but I won't."

Jing Jiu's calm voice sounded under the pavilion.

Mo Gong stopped.

Tong Yan raised an eyebrow and said, "The bachelor will not let you kill me. He is a person who wants to stay in history and will care about how today is recorded in history books."

Jing Jiu said, "I don't care."

He didn't care whether it was recorded in the history books, the idea of ​​a college scholar, or something else.

There were a few muffled sounds outside the palace gate, and there was the sound of fighting.

The eunuchs, who had been planted in the palace for more than ten years, fell in the red snow.

Accompanied by dense footsteps, I don't know how many guards and embargoes surrounded the main hall, and then the knock sounded.

"Your Majesty, the palace is calm, please calm down, Rong Chen advised Mo Gong to leave!"

The old and anxious voice of Zhang University scholar came from outside the palace gate.

Mo Gong looked back at Jing Jiu in Xueting.

Jing Jiu said nothing.

Zhang University scholar shouted again outside the palace gate: "Please, your Majesty, please think twice!"

Tong Yan looked at the palace door not far away and said, "He won't let you kill me, and you can't kill me. If I die, King Jing will bring his army to Qin Kingdom. I prepared twenty here. All the resources and strength of the year will be put into the hands of Bai Qianjun. At that time, no one in the world can stop him. You only have to give up. "

Jing Jiu said: "I said, I don't care."

Tong Yan said: "Even if you win the game and kill me, what's the use of it? In the end, this big game is not me?"

Jing Jiu said, "You underestimated the importance of yourself. The ultimate victory of this question is between you and me, under the pavilion, not under the world."

Tong Yan was silent for a long time and said, "I feel so proud of you being evaluated this way, but I don't understand why you value me so much."

"You understand, even if you didn't, you should understand at this time. Otherwise, why would you give up such a good opportunity and imply that Mo Gong took you away?"

Jing Jiu said, "... and this is why I must kill you."

Tong Yan was silent.

Yes, it is his idea to let Mo Gong give up the Jun Jun, because he guessed something shocking, and he must tell Shimei about it.

Otherwise this questioning may have an unimaginable ending.

Unfortunately, he gave up the opportunity to kill Jing Jiu so decisively, but Jing Jiu didn't want him to leave.

Looking at the palace door not far away, Tong Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Are you sure you can kill me?"

Well Jiu was in the snow pavilion, Liu was ten years old by the pavilion, and Zhuo Rushui didn't know where.

Mo Gong pushed the wheelchair. He was sitting on the wheelchair, only a few steps away from the palace gate, and he could leave at any time.

Mo Gong is the strongest person in this world. Even the talents of Aoyama disciples are so high. Even if they have started their practice after 20 years, how is their opponent?

Tong Yan said silently in his heart: Even if you can fight yourself, you will certainly die.

Yes, this is the final result.

The snow had stopped for a long time, the cold wind was howling, the lead-like clouds were scattered, and the clear and cold sunshine fell on the imperial city.

There were murmurs and riots from the imperial city.

The anxious voice of the bachelor was at the gate outside the palace, but it seemed to be far away.

Quiet around the snow pavilion.

The real world is dead.

The practitioners outside the Echo Valley looked at the pictures in the sky, their expressions were extremely tense, waiting for the first head-to-head confrontation between the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou faction.

Tong Yan said, "Leave."

His voice was calm and calm, like a guest saying goodbye to his host.

Jing Jiu said, "Kill."

The shadow at the gate of the palace slightly changed, and a person jumped out of it, with a strong and powerful murderous power, chopped to the child's face on the wheelchair.

Can Xue is the white cloth covering his face, and the shadow is his body.

Zhuo Rusui has been waiting here.

From the beginning, Jing Jiu never thought about leaving Tong Yan alive.

Tong Yan looked indifferent, took out a fire salamander from his sleeve with his right hand, did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and at the same time crushed a rune with his left hand.

That palace door, he has been watching for a long time, and also prepared for a long time.

Mo Gong seemed very confident in the fragile King Jing Shi, and ignored Zhuo Ruyu, and disappeared directly behind the wheelchair.

When he appeared again, he had already come to Xueting.

A dragon groaned, and the sword came out.

Han Jian turned into a light and stabbed forward.

Jing Jiu didn't move.

Liu did not know when he was ten years old.

Han Jian broke into his chest, brought a blood, and stayed outside just by half.

When Liu was ten years old, he did not give Mo Gong a chance to dial a sword. His hands fell like iron, and he held the sword tightly.

He did not use Suo Qingqiu, but Chengtian sword.

Blood oozed from the palm of his hand to the blade.

He knew that he was not Mo Gong's opponent, and had never thought about fighting, but just wanted to leave the opponent's sword for a moment.

Both sides chose the same warfare method, which is to lock the strongest of the opponent with their weak.

Just look at how long Tong Yan can support under the crazy attack of Zhuo Rusui, and whether Liu Shishi can lock Mo Gong's sword.

Mo Gong felt a wonderful power coming from the hands of this young guard, as if he had become a real scabbard, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Since you can't pull your sword, you move forward.

Mo Gong shouted and sprinted forward. Han Jian submerged into Liu's ten-year-old body, and then broke out, pointing to Jing Jiu under the pavilion.

Liu was ten years old with blood flow and kept going backwards.

A squeak.

Han Jian pierced into the pavilion.

Jing Jiu is not there.

With a rattle, Xueting collapsed.

Mo Gong looked back slightly.

Outside the palace gate, the roaring noise has not yet been cut off, and the pungent scorched smell is spreading out. In the fuzzy smoke and dust, you can see the blood flowing like a waterfall.

That fire salamander combined with Fu Bao can produce extremely great power.

Tong Yan was fragile by nature and couldn't go further on the practice path, so he made a lot of preparations in this regard, but he broke Zhuo Rusui's arm in one fell swoop. This still can't stop Zhuo Rusui from killing him, but at least some time has been spent. As long as Mo Gong can kill Jing Jiu and Liu to be 10 years old, he can turn around and make a clearance for him.

Unfortunately, there is no chance.

A pretty palm print appeared on the back of the wheelchair.

The material of the palm print penetrating stainless steel was directly printed on the back of Tong Yan.

The blood that scattered like a waterfall comes not only from Zhuo Rusui's broken arm, but also from Tong Yan's lips.

This is naturally Jiu Jiu's shot. The question is how did he get there from Xueting?

Even more puzzling is ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Where did he go at this time?

Mo Gong suddenly felt a little cold, and then felt very cold, as if there were countless cold winds lingering on his body and mind.

He looked at his body and found hundreds of tiny tiny holes on it, seeping blood.

Those blood holes are small, even snow particles can't enter, but cold wind can enter.

The flesh gradually refilled those small holes, but the damage could no longer be recovered, and the true qi was scattered toward the heavens and the earth, as was the vitality.

Looking at the blood holes that are gradually disappearing, Mo Gong has a lot of puzzles in his heart. The emperor's realm is extraordinary, but not higher than himself ...

The cold wind rose again, Jing Jiu reappeared in the snow, his face was a little pale.

Mo Gonghui looked at him and asked, "How can you be so fast?"

(End of this chapter)