The Path Toward Heaven

Even in March, he ignored him, wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, and waved his sleeves gently, and a breeze blew around him, but he was as clean as a moment.

Ping Yongjia in the side hall had secretly stepped down from the soft bed, and looked nervously through the window slits, and couldn't help but admire this picture, thinking that it was more beautiful than Masters and Aunts washing their faces with sword fire .

People noticed at this time that her hair was extremely long and fell down to the waist side, but she was not able to see the usual buns.

The breeze drew her long black hair, like a waterfall, and was very beautiful.

"It looks like you did kill a lot of people.

Even March looked at Kou Qingtong expressionlessly, but no one could hear her appreciation.

The winner's appreciation of the loser is grace, but the loser's appreciation of the winner is so weird.

Kou Qingtong looked at her eyes and said slightly, "I saw the remorse in your eyes just now."

Lian March said, "I do regret it."

What do you regret? Regrets that you should have known Jingyang at the beginning? Or should I regret not standing up against the Zhongzhou faction?

Then everyone heard her next sentence.

"I never fear of injury, but I never like to be injured. Injury may make ordinary people burn war, but my war will never diminish, so no need, injury can only weaken me, so I should just Shoot first. "

Even this March sentence was a bit long, and it took a while for people to fully understand her meaning.

What does it mean?

You don't like to be injured, so you should shoot first?

Doesn't your opponent have a chance to shoot as long as you shoot first, and can only wait to be defeated by you?

Even March is of course qualified to say such things, but her opponent today is the strong blood cult leader thousands of years ago, and Kou Qingtong can only be conquered by the ancestors of the white blade!

She didn't have any fear, but was a little displeased because she was hurt. What a confident and powerful one!

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Qingfeng walked slowly in the square, holding Qingsi, just like the fingers of that year.

Jing Jiu looked at her waterfall-like black hair, her eyes full of admiration, not knowing whether it was hair or people.

Tong Yan thought he liked the messy short hair like Zhao Layue, so he told the mage that if A Piao's hair was cut short, it would be more pleasing to him.

Only those on the end of God's Peak knew that he had always hoped that Zhao Layue would have a long black hair.

As for this March battle with Kou Qingtong, Jing Jiu had no worries.

She never lost, except for the one with him.

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Kou Qingtong stared at Lian Yue's eyes, his expression gradually became serious.

An extremely strong **** smell and a subtle killing intention gradually accumulated between the two of them, and then spread out to the surroundings.

No matter how the breeze blows, it can't make those tastes lighter.

The eunuchs and secret guards hiding over the palace wall looked pale and felt that breathing had become a bit difficult.

Officials in the hall also felt that their heartbeats accelerated.

Even the gold offering and the cattle offering frowned slightly, protecting the veins with the vitality of the heavens and the earth, so as to ensure that all details in the field were not missed.

Ping Yongjia took a chair and sat in front of the window, pushed the window extremely arrogantly, and held a cup of tea in her hand, making all the preparations for the theater.

"Listen to someone, are you the fiercest and most murderous one in 600 years?" Kou Qingtong said, staring at Lian Sanyue's eyes.

Lian March said, "Yes."

"Thousand years ago, I was the fiercest and most murderous one." Kou Qingtong's expression was more serious than ever, and he asked, "Have you ever counted, how many people have you killed?"

Lian March said, "What's so good about this kind of thing?"

Kou Qingtong's face showed disappointment and even indignant expression, and said, "Do you still feel uncomfortable because of killing?"

Lian March said, "No, I just don't think it matters."

Kou Qingtong was puzzled and said, "Isn't this a glory?"

Lian March thought about it and said, "I never take pride in killing people, I only take pride in being able to kill people."

Such a simple sentence clearly shows the gap between the two people.

Just like heaven and earth.

"I won't let you shoot first, now you can try my punch."

After finishing this sentence in March, she took a casual breath.

Countless days and spirits came to her, went in through her nose, and then spit out gently from her lips.

The breeze winded around the side, gently bringing up black hair.

Black hair fluttered, but seemed to cut the space out.

There was a crackling sound, and the newly formed pieces of fragmented space were broken by a small fist.

The fist continued to move forward, rubbing against the air, emitting an increasingly terrifying howl, and then suddenly silent.

Kou Qingtong looked dignified and murmured to himself: "Fuck ... how so strong?"

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Even March's fist disappeared in the eyes of everyone, and also disappeared in the world.

The same is true of her people.

On the expansive palace square, there is only a gentle morning breeze and a few green leaves rotating with the wind.

Suddenly, those green leaves turned into the finest grains and left with the wind.

At the same time a very thin line appeared on the square.

That thin line emits light, but the light is too late to go far, it is carried by the line itself to continue forward, you can imagine how amazing the speed of this line.

If you say that Kou Qingtong's punch just now is like a meteor falling from outside, with an unimaginable power and extremely cold magical breath.

Even March's blow was much more bland, but it couldn't be avoided.

The strong men in the spiritual world can avoid lightning, because they see the light of lightning in advance, who can avoid the light itself?

Kou Qingtong is alert to abnormalities, masterpieces of magic breath, and blood magic teachings are emerging. Numerous fumes like smoke are scattered from his hands and wrapped around him, like black and red satin, wrapping himself tightly. .

The light suddenly disappeared, and even March appeared in front of him, and his fists fell on the smoke-like satin.

With a tearing sound, the black and red magical breath burst open, then fell weakly, and flew towards the sky.

Even March ’s fist is really very simple. Do n’t say what kind of mystery and Jinghu true path you bring, you ca n’t even talk about the moves, just like the folks who learn martial arts first and the simplest way of punching. . But even the secret teachings of Blood Demon could not stop this fist for a moment!

That fist continued to move forward, just like a girl in a small dart court with her brothers, and easily broke through Kou Qingtong's hands and landed on his chest.

A squeak.

There is no thunder ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Kou Qingtong has a slight figure, his messy hair floats forward, and there are countless tiny cracks on his clothes.

That's because he was hit so fast that neither his hair nor his clothes reacted.

His clothes were rubbing against the air, carrying lines of fire, and then gradually cracked, revealing his body full of scars.

With a loud bang, he broke the palace wall and flew out.

A huge gap was hit by the palace wall, but he couldn't stop, and continued to fly towards the south of the imperial city. The smoke was rolling all the way, I don't know how many houses were crashed.

There was a vibration from the ground, and the Tianmen trembled slightly. There were many dusts between the beams and pillars, and a pit appeared on the hard stone wall.

From that pit to the palace square, there was a deep trench, and nothing could exist in the middle.

Kou Qingtong's lower body was trapped in a deep ditch, and his upper body was leaning against the stone wall of Yingtianmen. Looking at the sunset in the sky, his eyes were extremely weird, a little dazed and a little angry.