The sun was setting, and there was only a little dim yellow twilight left outside the palace, contrasting with the deep blue sky. The luminous pearls embedded on the wall lit up one after another. In the green light, everyone seemed to be under the water. The slightest movement would disturb the ripples of the water, so they collectively remained silent in tacit understanding.
Rong Tong subconsciously glanced at Baoqin beside him. The situation was obviously beyond his prediction. Although the Southern Jin branch had made a big mistake, it did not end there. The Presbyterian Church's decrees were too hasty, and no matter how you look at it, they are a waste of human life.
And they just threw a few words across the mountains and seas, obviously intending to use them as the examiners in charge of admissions as a butcher.
In other words, he was using Rong Tong as a butcher.
Bao Qin returned a look, which meant not to act in a hurry.
Indeed, the attitude of the Presbyterian Church is suspicious. Don’t rush into being a villain until you have a clear understanding of the reasons, pros and cons.
As she stood up, she was thinking about how to stabilize the situation first and find an excuse to delay, but she felt that the floor tiles under her knees were shaking, and the gold-lacquered carved chair behind her began to move to the right.
There was a loud rumble, and the Spirit Trial Tower that was still standing in front fell forward and shattered into white bricks on the ground. Master Shang Qin actually withstood the heavy pressure like a mountain, and stood up slowly while holding on to the ground with difficulty. He wiped away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes burned with crazy hatred:
"Zi Guang... you have such a cruel heart! Since you have forced yourself to this point today, then you will fight to the death -"
Rong Tong's left eye jumped wildly, and the first thought that came to his mind was why could he see the decree even when he was lying on the ground?
"No, forget that as soon as Kunlun's decree comes out, the person being sentenced will hear his heartbeat as soon as possible!" Baoqin looked unhappy.
What kind of thoughtful automatic service function is this? !
However, now is no longer the time to complain about these things. Xu Feiqiong's pressure was lifted by Shang Qinzhensheng. Once the shackles fell, the monks in the Southern Jin branch learned that they were about to die and be crippled. Who didn't think crazily? To escape, Feng Yuji and the others who were the first to react hurriedly formed a formation to seal off the Guangming Palace. For a moment, there were screams of crying for fathers and mothers everywhere. Some reluctantly used all their spiritual power to try to break the formation. The whole hall was in chaos. group.
At this time, an inexplicable strong wind came. Master Shang Qin waved his hand and grasped a bright straight long knife out of thin air. He grasped the handle of the knife with both hands. The moment he raised his hand to lift the knife, spiritual power was poured into it crazily. The flowing cloud pattern of green light shines all the way to the tip of the knife, and like a huge arrow buzzing out, it stabs Rong Tong between the eyebrows——
Baoqin immediately placed several protective shields around Rong Tong. The other selectors beside her also jumped up and offered their magic weapons, but Rong Tong was gone.
Crane Shadow Feihong, in the blink of an eye, she had already surrounded the real person Shang Qin. She took out another brand-new long sword from the Qiankun Bag. The spiritual energy flow adhered to the sword body, and the sword roar caused by the high speed tore apart. The air sliced directly at his left shoulder.
Master Shang Qin held a knife behind his back to block the attack. When the swords clashed, sparks shone brightly. They both felt the huge force exerted by the tiger's mouth. Being an outer disciple means that his spiritual root level is not outstanding, and he has no famous master to guide him. He has cultivated all the way to Nascent Soul by just relying on his own exploration. Naturally, he cannot be an embroidered pillow.
They competed with each other across their weapons. Rong Tong looked at Master Shang Qin at close range. His eyes were blood red, and the bloodshot eyes were so severe that it could be seen that the sudden hatred had overwhelmed him.
"If you really have grievances, you still have a chance to appeal to the Presbyterian Council, but if you resist in front of the court like you are doing now, you will really only end up with an unforgivable crime!" But Rong Tong still wanted to try to persuade him, even if he let him It would be nice to relax a little bit in this unrelenting posture... even though I know that this method probably won't be very effective.
"Stop being hypocritical! You vicious woman!!" Master Shang Qin really didn't like this trick at all, and the volume of his roar almost pierced her eardrums, "This is all a trap you set for me -"
No, it was the Elders who chose to make you an outcast.
Master Shang Qin suddenly changed the movements of his wrists and elbows. The moment he pulled away, the Liuyun sword swung again. Rong Tong had no choice but to take another blow. This time, not only the tiger's mouth but also his wrist were hit. She started to feel a little numb, but Master Shang Qin's second sword had already come one after another, and the sword light was connected. He didn't intend to put the sword away at all, but just kept hitting the same position on her sword body. At the same time, His movement is as unpredictable as the wind, making it impossible to predict where he will go next, and he must concentrate all his energy to deal with the long knives that are attacking from all directions.
"Bossara dance..." Zhang Wei, who had been watching from the beginning to the end as if he were an outsider, watched Master Shang Qin's sword skills, and finally there was a ripple in his eyes that had always been calm.
This is a sword technique he created when he was young.
Basara dance was once the sword step of the Jing Xin Zhizhi school in District 11 on Earth. It was famous for its speed and beauty. But the first time he came into contact with the three words "Bosaluo" was from a comic of the same name he read in high school. The heroine was a female hero who "joined the martial arts for her brother". The specific plot had long been forgotten. Only this later I was very impressed by the nouns I came across on Baidu out of curiosity. When he first embarked on the path of cultivation, his ideas were wild and unconstrained, and due to the fact that cross-level battles were commonplace, he needed to figure out a set of fighting methods to defeat the superior in various actual combats. So he patted his head and decided to use a knife as the weapon, and then patted his head again and decided to start with the flow of never following routines and the fast and unbreakable flow of martial arts in the world. This set of sword techniques was created, and he was immediately installed with this one, which sounded very unclear and powerful. name.
And that knife, the pattern of Liu Yun is exactly the same as the sword he used most when he was young...
It was just a short moment, but the swords had crossed each other thousands of times, and the sparks were flying like an entire blacksmith's workshop. Master Shang Qin exerted all his strength and kept chasing the same spot on Rong Tong's sword body... It's fast, it's fast. Back then, Shangqing Jun single-handedly attacked six major sects with one sword and faced the Transformation God head-on with his Nascent Soul Stage body. With great power, the Qing Ming Sword came out, and Bosala danced. Three thousand six hundred swords cut off the heavenly magic weapon in the opponent's hand, and the third thousand six hundred and one sword cut off the opponent's neck...concentrating all the spiritual power. Blade, after working hard for so many years, he can do it, he can do it too! !
"Cang——" The sword in Rong Tong's hand was broken as expected, and she was sent flying backwards. Master Shang Qin's wave of emotions reached its peak, and the excitement rushing from his limbs to the Tianling Gai even made him His hand holding the knife was shaking slightly.
It’s hard to describe what I feel. Furious, ecstatic, or sad? He was angry because Ziguang, a poisonous woman, framed him and wanted to cut off his life. After so many years of struggle and hard work, the Nascent Soul stage was gone in one go; he was happy that it was the first time for him to perform the Basala dance that he had practiced for hundreds of years. Applying it to actual combat, he was about to win. He proved his talent and ability! He grew up listening to the legend of that man, the weapons and moves he used, every glorious battle of that man... those are his beliefs! It was his lifelong wish to become the second him. This wish was so childish and ridiculous, but he firmly believed that a man should have great ambitions, and his future was equally immeasurable!
Even if he cannot enter the inner gate later, he will still work hard to realize this great vision. One day he will recreate everything about that person, and he will stand on the top of Kunlun, and all those who once despised him and despised him will Ants are only worthy of lying at his feet and licking his boots...
But it is no longer possible. Even if he kills Zi Guang now, he is destined to die. This is a dead end and cannot change the outcome. This woman, this so-called Kunlun, this damn world, why...why...
So excessive! ! !
He looked up to the sky and roared, raised his knife to chop, but halfway through the chop, the beloved "Qingming Sword" in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
"You are too close to me." Rong Tong gradually returned the spiritual consciousness that was pouring out from the spiritual platform.
The next moment, deep blood-red marks appeared on his neck, and blood poured out. Then, countless blood opened the wounds and rushed to the joints of his limbs, abdomen, waist... and even the face he valued most. The ground surged out, and the wound in the lower abdomen was the deepest because there was a Dantian there.
It is also the wind vein most commonly used by Lord Shangqing. This is just the most basic technique, wind blade.
The witnesses present were all shocked... Whether it is using the spiritual power of the Dantian or using divine consciousness to control external spiritual energy, it takes time to form a spell. The more powerful the spell, the more time it takes. This is common sense, so there is a group of monks who like to directly imbue their weapons with spiritual power to kill people. And where did those wind blades just come from? From the moment the weapon drops and activates consciousness to the attack taking effect, is there a snap of the fingers? ! ! !
Rong Tong had no idea how bad her intensive attack technique was. She thought that the only thing she was bad at was micro-management. She was still stunned when she chose close combat. Was it because she was afraid that she would not have time to hit accurately? ?
So this desperate counterattack only lasted as long as a cup of tea from beginning to end.
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