The blow hit, and immediately came the momentum of an eagle fighting a rabbit. Xie Linlan used his five fingers as claws, and only heard a sound of dragons and elephants, hitting Qingya's chest directly.
A thousand rocks are forever solid, but a hundred times it is tempered into steel.
Without the barrier of thick earth, the defense brought by the Thunder Steel Golden Body was also much lower. Qingya once again raised the sword to the sky and pressed it against Xie Linlan's pressed palm.
The moment the palm of his hand came into contact with the tip of the sword, a huge pressure bent Qingya's arm. With one go, Xie Linlan tore the golden phantom sword into little bits and pieces; then it weakened, and the dragon claw hit Qingya's chest again, and the light barrier was torn apart by the sharp claws, and splashed with little starlight again; after three exhaustion, Qingya lifted With his arms blocked, the sharp claws left three blood marks on Qingya's arms, and he retreated.
A little bit of blood foam appeared from the small wound, and soon the blood foam condensed into a line of blood, slowly flowing down Qingya's arm.
What is the cultivation level of the person in front of me, Nascent Soul? Or is it divine? Such a sense of powerlessness made Qingya feel very irritable.
I long for the power to conquer everything.
Qing Ming's hand became even colder. Blood overflowed from Qing Ya's palm and turned into a trickle. It was absorbed by Qing Ming again. However, the bright red blood marks could not be wiped off the dark sword. Under the wash of the blood, Qing Ming is also covered in bright red color.
"Please give your body and mind to me."
It was as if the words were coming from outside. Qingya couldn't tell whether it was a male voice or a female voice. It was either an oracle coming from above the Nine Heavens or a whisper crawling out from under the Nine Netherworld.
"If you need my power, just take it."
Qing Ya repeated what he said to Qing Ming before, I will always believe in you unconditionally, my partner.
This time, Qing Ming no longer shines with a faint blue light. Perhaps it was dyed by the blood of Qing Ya. Qing Ming at this moment is as bright as the red sky dyed with the blood of the white snake.
Moon shadow and frost.
The bright moon hanging in the sky was pulled by Qing Ming and flew behind Qing Ya. At this moment, he no longer needs the moonlight to illuminate his sight. I am the bright moon.
Moving like a shadow, the moment Xie Linlan disappeared, Qingya also lost its trace. In the void, only broken shadows could be seen occasionally flashing past. The two of them had already fought hundreds of times out of sight.
"Zheng"
Qing Ming drew the long sword, Han Yue froze it with ice and snow, and the sword hilt accurately hit Xie Linlan's chest. Even the wound was exactly the same as where Qing Ya was injured before.
Qingya replaced the palm holding the sword and flew up. His right palm turned into a claw. Different from Xie Linlan's dragon-elephant power, at this moment, the roar of the underworld water came from the void.
It was the huge impact of falling from the sky to the deep road. Qingya's mortal palm was like an incarnation from the sky, striking straight down from the clouds. Although Xie Linlan deployed all defensive postures, he still collapsed instantly under the impact of the claws.
"Stab"
It was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood. The bright red heat splashed on Qingya's face. The light of the cold moon enveloped him. Qingya was holding a blood-red sword, and his right hand that drank blood was like the claws of a ghost. At this moment, he is no longer a young man practicing in the fairy mountain, but a ghost and god from the netherworld.
Although the original consciousness cannot control his body, Qingya can clearly feel everything happening around him.
Qingya has never worried about what will happen if his secrets are discovered by his master one day. Whether it is immortal Taoism or underworld magical powers, he has never harmed any innocent people.
No matter how many autumns there are in the world, I will keep my heart as a branch of spring.
If it were Master, she would definitely look at herself with contempt and say, "That's it?" and then kick herself away.
Qing Ming had just retaliated with tooth for tooth. Now, he wanted to show his incompetent "master" how amazing the swordsmanship he had learned was.
The wind stirred up thousands of layers of snow,
This time, the breeze stirred up clouds all over the sky, layer upon layer, like huge waves hitting the rocks in the sea, while the sword energy was like waves, with the green cliff as the center of the circle, spreading indiscriminately to all sides. Come.
There is no longer any need to look for Xie Linlan's traces, Yuehua has firmly locked his figure, and now Qingming no longer regards Xie Linlan as his opponent.
Although he is a human legend spanning three hundred years, he is still just a speck of dust in front of the King of the Underworld, even though only one sword remains.
The sword energy formed a bloody wave, one after another, getting higher and higher, hitting directly into the sky. Compared with Qingya's previous sword energy, which could only send out one wave, the sword at this moment can be called a sword as it rises into the clouds. The sky is filled with clouds.
Qingya held it up with one hand, and mountains rose up from the flat ground in the void, just like the uncanny workmanship of nature. The figure flashed past, and the mountains stretching for thousands of miles were shattered. Flying sand and rocks covered the entire world, and thick dust accumulated in the air and never dispersed for a long time.
Qing Ming used Qing Ya's martial arts skills again one by one. Now it was no longer fighting the enemy, it was showing off its skills.
In the past, Qingya always thought that he was quite talented in sword cultivation, but when he saw it today, he never expected that Jian Thirty-Six would be so surprised. Is this the same move he used?
In fact, Qingya was belittling himself here. After all, with his cultivation in the foundation-building stage, no matter how against the heavens, he would not be able to perform such a sword move.
Qing Ming now is like a child who lost his temper. You almost abandoned me before, so I will show you how powerful I am, so powerful that you will always rely on me.
The sword points to the stars.
Two tornadoes soared into the sky, and the sky bridge composed of phantom swords connected the sky and the earth. Qingya held the two tornadoes of swords in his hands and waved them messily. For a moment, the phantom swords shook down all over the sky, and they fell on the ground. Like a heavy rain.
However, what Qing Ming was using at this moment was, after all, only the body of a human in the Foundation Establishment stage. After a series of carnivals, Qing Ya's spiritual power was quickly squandered, and the phantom swords in the sky disappeared.
His consciousness took control of his body again. The first thing he felt was that his body was as soft as if it had no bones. Qingya instantly wilted like an eggplant that had been beaten by frost. Then, his eyes went dark, and Qing Ya fell to the ground.
The bright moon disappeared, Qing Ming also returned to darkness, all the brilliance disappeared, and the place returned to pitch-black nothingness.
Xie Linlan reappeared at this time. Looking at the surroundings and returning to nothingness, he sighed: "It's over. Where did the little monster come from? It's really capable of tossing. Old people still like to stay in quiet places."
He bent down and put Qingya on his shoulders, and slowly walked into the depths of the void.
When Qing Ya opened his eyes again, he found that he was leaning against the door wall of the small black room, and someone had stuffed a key in his hand.
The East Palace was silent at this time. No one spoke, and even lowered their breathing. Their eyes were fixed on the door of the black room. When she saw Qingya stepping out of the threshold and bathing in the skylight again, Hua Qing'er relaxed her tense body.
She didn't know what Qingya was facing inside. She had heard Li Jinyan say before that he was their military god and that he had never suffered a defeat in his military life. But she still firmly believes that Qingya can create miracles, and the myth of invincibility is meant to be broken.
Sure enough, he got the key to the military registration office from the military god. He never let himself down.
But this time, strictly speaking, Xie Linlan was defeated by Qing Ming. After all, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible for him to cross one or even two realms and defeat his opponent head-on.
At this time, Li Jinyan seemed to be frozen in time, frozen in place with a look of disbelief on his face.
"The God of War lost?"
They never thought that Xie Linlan would lose to anyone in the world, so when the result was before their eyes, they were unwilling to accept this fact.
On the other side, with the turning of the key mechanism, the door of the Military Registration Office was pushed open, and what came into view were bookcases one after another that were two stories high.
They fit together tightly, and there are pulleys under the base, which are deeply embedded in the tracks on the ground. Each cabinet is marked with the time when the soldiers were naturalized.
Forty years ago, that was what happened in the first year of Changge Li.
Finding the bookcase with the words "The First Year of Changge" written on it, Qingya grabbed the armrest and gently pulled it outward. The bookcase slowly slid out, and one volume after another of military registration books was neatly arranged together.
Chang'an, Chang'an.
Once again, I found the column where his native place was Chang'an. Brother Qin's identity information was hidden in five or six thick books.
The sound of flipping through papers kept echoing in the quiet military registration office. Time passed slowly, and Qingya remembered all the names he had turned over in his heart one by one.
Although they are not the people they are looking for, they are still willing to sacrifice their lives for their homeland. Such people deserve to be remembered.
Yes, found it.
Qingya picked up the military registration book, put it in front of his eyes and read it out in a low voice word by word.
"Qin Xiangge was naturalized on April 10th, the first year of Changge Li, and joined the army in the Western Expedition. He has no other relatives in the family, only an unmarried daughter named Yunxiu."
who?
Qingya, Qingya opened his eyes wide and stared at the name above carefully, making sure that he was not dazzled.
Yun Xiu, Yun Chu Xiu, Yan Gui Shuang Yun Xiu.
One demon and one ghost, the person they were looking for was actually themselves.
The fate in this world is too ruthless. They have not seen each other for forty years, and they are even more separated by yin and yang. Even so, even if he has turned into a wandering soul and returned to Chang'an, God still does not want them to be together somewhere. Meet at one place?
The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and the flowers are heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold. Who can share it? After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
If there really was no power beyond nature, if he and Hua Qing'er hadn't met Qin Xiangge on the long street that night in Zhongyuan, if he hadn't seen through Yun Xiu's true identity in the dim lights of Chinese Valentine's Day, would he have waited until he was gone? On that day, they still can't meet each other?
