After receiving Li Pingping's will, Sun Gusheng immediately backed away, then turned around and turned into a stream of light, heading away to the other side.
Xia Qing did not go after Sun Gusheng. In his eyes, Sun Gusheng was not important. What was important was to avenge that sword.
Seeing Sun Gusheng's leaving figure, Li Pingping smiled slightly, pulled out the natal flying sword from the soil, stepped on one foot, and jumped towards the bright sword light on the sky.
Li Pingping ran into the bright sword light and was soon wrapped up.
In the sword light, several sword energies were already striking at Li Pingping.
Li Pingping dodged left and right, dodged several sword attacks, and then made a swipe between her eyebrows, and a drop of blood flowed out.
He dipped his hand in blood, then flicked it on his natal flying sword, and hearty laughter could be heard in the air.
Xia Qing below saw it clearly and scolded her mother: "Li Pingping, do you really don't want to live anymore?"
Sacrificing blood to the sword has always been a sword cultivator's last resort.
No sword cultivator would be willing to use this move even if it was absolutely necessary.
Once this move is used, you will either die or be injured.
What's even more terrible is that blood is used as a sacrifice to the flying sword.
Most swordsmen in the world, excluding the two exceptions Gu Qingfeng and Gu Xiaotian, have only one natal flying sword. If they sacrifice their natal flying sword with blood, all the sword intent will pour out in an instant, shaking the world.
But again, the price paid is to end up dead.
Seeing Li Pingping's crazy look, Xia Qing just cursed a few times and bumped towards Li Pingping.
They are both crazy, let’s see who is crazier.
Ever since he was rescued by Qin Qinglin, Xia Qing has been hiding in the dark, concentrating on studying the way of swordsmanship. Now his swordsmanship has reached a higher level than it has been in decades. He is only one step away from achieving the reputation of a swordsman. Such an opportunity , how could he miss it?
The two of them appeared in the sword light one after another, and then drew their swords together.
Li Pingping's natal flying sword was slightly red at this time. After hitting Xia Qing's sword, the red color suddenly spread out and covered the sword body.
After the two swords collided, Xia Qing frowned slightly. The power of this sword was far stronger than he imagined.
However, Xia Qing did not back down because of this. On the road of swordsmanship, he put in a hundred times a thousand times more effort than others. It was the decades of day and night study that gave him the confidence he has now.
In an instant, the sword intent in Xia Qing's body also surged out, converging on the sword body, and his sword instantly became dazzling.
Xia Qing exerted her strength, and Li Pingping's natal flying sword was immediately deflected, and then she couldn't stop retreating.
Li Pingping steadied herself in mid-air and spat out a mouthful of blood. The wound on her waist started to hurt.
Li Pingping exhaled, her face turned pale, and after gently wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hand, she made a move that even Xia Qing thought was crazy.
I saw Li Pingping swipe her eyebrows again, and this time, a large amount of blood poured out.
Li Pingping stretched out two fingers and wiped the blood, all of which was smeared on the sword body.
At this time, Xia Qing could not help but curse: "Li Pingping, you are such a fucking lunatic!"
Li Pingping laughed loudly, looked up at the sea of clouds that had been torn apart in half, and shouted to the sky: "Li Pingping in this world, borrow your sword from heaven!"
Before the words could even be finished, there was a response from the sea of clouds.
Several rays of golden light were seen falling, and then a golden flying sword floated out from the golden light and came to Li Pingping's side.
Xia Qing's pupils shrank sharply, panicked, but also a little surprised.
That golden flying sword was undoubtedly a flying sword from the sky.
He looked up at the sea of clouds and roared: "You thief, please lend me a hand!"
Yun Haili did not respond to Xia Qing.
Xia Qing kept frowning. He was different from those who were afraid of death. He devoted almost all of his body to the way of swordsmanship. When he saw the sword from heaven was born, he naturally wanted to borrow one to use.
Moreover, Xia Qingji
He is confident that after this battle is over, he will be able to take his sword and ascend to the Heavenly Gate and become an unparalleled swordsman.
The golden flying sword beside Li Pingping couldn't stop trembling. Then she slapped the sword and the sword flew towards Xia Qing like a cannonball.
The sword was filled with endless immortal energy. Before Xia Qing could even see the trajectory of the sword clearly, there was already a blood mark on his right arm.
Xia Qing looked back, and the golden flying sword flew towards him again.
In a helpless situation, Xia Qing could only dodge and dodge, but still received several sword marks.
Xia Qing couldn't help but cursed the sky and the earth, but still couldn't change anything.
In the blink of an eye, Li Pingping had already reached Xia Qing with his flying sword.
At this time, Xia Qing finally couldn't help but panic.
"Li Pingping, you are looking for death on your own, don't take me with you!"
Li Pingping didn't talk nonsense, she just extended her sword.
Xia Qing couldn't care less about the golden flying sword at this moment, and could only fight head-on with Li Pingping's sword.
The next moment, his sword body suddenly shook, then exploded, and the fragments scattered all over the ground.
Seeing that the sword had reached his chest, Xia Qing finally realized that from the beginning, Li Pingping wanted to strike his heart with the sword intact.
Xia Qing hurriedly wanted to step back, but suddenly felt a fairy energy restraining his body, preventing him from taking a step back.
"Li Pingping, don't kill me! If you have any requests, just ask!"
Xia Qing, who has devoted his life to the sword, the most unacceptable thing is to die here.
He can help anyone, regardless of position, but he cannot fall short when there is only the last step.
However, Li Pingping remained indifferent and moved straight towards the heart.
Xia Qing began to struggle wildly, but in front of Li Pingping, who had already borrowed the sword from heaven, everything seemed to be in vain.
The sword finally pierced the heart, blood continued to pour out of the corners of Xia Qing's mouth, and her eyes were filled with fear and loss.
He was only one step away from becoming a Sword Immortal.
But now, nothing can be accomplished.
Xia Qing slowly fell from the air, with Li Pingping's natal flying sword still stuck on his chest, but the blood-like natal flying sword was dimmed at this time.
The golden flying sword has returned to the golden light here. Li Pingping raised her head to look at the sea of clouds and said softly: "Li Pingping volunteers to surrender without regrets!"
A golden light fell, and Li Pingping's figure slowly dissipated.
A breeze blew by, blowing away the last bit of Li Pingping's appearance, but leaving no dust behind.
Zhao Qixing carried his mahogany sword on his back. After parting, he walked slowly and leisurely towards the south.
To the south, it didn't look like there was the All-Martial Arts Association seducing people in the east, nor did it look like there were the first vanguard troops of the All-Martial Arts Association in the west. Everything seemed extremely normal.
Zhao Qixing didn't care about the green flare, and the golden light that appeared later. When Zhao Qixing saw it, he just chuckled twice and continued to go deeper south.
Everything was doomed from the beginning. Even if he knew it in advance, he would not say anything or change anything.
It is true that some people can go against the will of heaven and find their own way.
But looking at the entire Bahuang, it seems that Gu Qingfeng is the only one who can do this.
Zhao Qixing, who had walked a long way south, suddenly stopped at a place, then looked up at the sky and sighed, "Brother, does it make sense?"
As soon as the words fell, two black shadows stood up from the ground and attacked Zhao Qixing.
Zhao Qixing raised his palm slightly, pushed forward lightly, and instantly dispersed the two black shadows, and asked again: "Does it make sense?"
In the sky, Song Bufan's figure slowly fell. He did not answer Zhao Qixing's words, but rather reminisced about the past and said, "I didn't expect it was you and me again."
Zhao Qixing shook his head helplessly, "Apart from Gu Qingfeng, it seems that I am the only one who can deal with you."
The word "cope", for Song Dynasty
It's quite jarring to say the least.
He and Zhao Qi had been fighting all the way since they went to the Taoist temple, but in the end there was no winner.
This was something that made Song Bufan feel very unhappy, but he had nothing to do about it.
Because as his junior brother, he never seems to be capable of killing, but he has no way to force him into danger and force him to use his last resort.
Song Bufan kept raising his eyebrows, a Taoist Qi lingering all over his body, and then he stretched his hand on his back, holding a thin sword in his hand, ready to take action at any time.
Zhao Qixing blinked, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Brother, it's meaningless."
Song Bufan shook the rapier in his hand and asked, "If you don't try it, how will you know if it makes sense?"
"Senior brother, some things have already been decided."
Zhao Qixing has known some things for a long time, but he has actually made up his mind. Until the moment he ascends to Heaven, he will never say these words out loud, he will only keep them in his heart. But for some reason, he feels an impulse today. No matter what, They all wanted to tell Song Bufan.
"Senior brother, when it comes to martial arts exploration, I can't catch up with you even if you give me three lifetimes. But when it comes to the way of heaven, even if you give you ten more lifetimes, you may not be able to catch up with me."
Song Bufan frowned slightly, but after carefully considering Zhao Qixing's words, he seemed to have some truth.
Zhao Qixing continued: "The way of heaven has always been doomed. Senior brother, I don't know the truth. You should also be very clear. In the picture I saw, you will not succeed, so what you are doing now has no meaning." significance."
If these words were said to Gu Qingfeng, Gu Qingfeng would probably laugh and yell, "Fuck you, God, you thief. I don't believe in this evil. I will change my life against fate. Facts have proved that he has such ability." ..
But for Song Bufan, these words were like a lightning strike.
For those who practice Taoism, from the moment they step into a Taoist temple, they have almost cut off all thoughts about the human world. They may still have seven emotions and six desires, but their daily practice is to resolve those trivial matters in the world, so as to make their hearts clear. So that I won't have random thoughts and just want to be in heaven.
Zhao Qixing's words undoubtedly made Song Bufan fall into deep thought.
Compared with Gu Qingfeng, he has his own thoughts, and his purpose is to change the world, but in his heart it is false to say that he doesn't want to go to heaven.
Zhao Qixing smiled and thought to himself: "Senior brother, he is probably the only one who can reach the highest point in the world. You can't do what you want to do, but what he wants to do can definitely succeed."
