Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Contrary to Xia Qiyuan's expectations, his generous invitation did not receive a response.

What responded to him was the cold Jianfeng.

The famous sword Qilin once fell into the mud, drank the blood of the wronged, and became dull and dull. Now it finally regains its brilliance in Di Dongqing's hands.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the overwhelmed young man opposite him: "Are you going to reject my offer?"

Di Dongqing said: "Only a fool would believe your nonsense."

He replied: "What I just said is true."

Di Dongqing quickly said: "If it's true, the Kingdom of Yu has already fallen into your hands, and you are still talking to me in vain. Doesn't it mean that your words cannot stand?"

He sneered and said, "That can only show that you are lucky, and when the dust settles, your sophistry will be self-defeating."

Di Dongqing still shook her head: "No, the reason why I can stand in front of you is not due to my own luck."

Xia Qiyuan couldn't help being startled.

Of course he remembered that behind this young man, there was an endless stream of power like ants, which was a torrent called the rivers and lakes.Even if martial arts are banned in the world and people are dying, the water sources of the rivers and lakes have never dried up.

All living beings are obviously self-willed and depraved, and there is no cure, but there are always moths who have thrown themselves into the fire one after another, swaying their lives and leaving a splendid arc.

He sneered and said, "Don't forget that those who helped you all died in such a tragic way."

Di Dongqing said: "Even if you die, they will always live in my heart. It is better than you being selfish and arrogant, always greedy and alone."

An angry look appeared on his face: "What qualifications do you have to talk about life and death with me!"

Di Dongqing didn't refute his words, but just said indifferently: "Even if the Yu Kingdom needs to be reorganized urgently, it's not your turn to be the envoy. I know someone who is much more suitable than you, and you are not qualified."

Xia Qiyuan was dumbfounded.

The hazy firelight reflected on his body, outlining a faint outline, shaking with the firelight, sometimes being elongated, sometimes being squeezed flat, false and real, as if it would melt into the darkness in the next moment.

For thousands of years, he has survived in this ethereal world.His body has long since withered and withered, only supported by a wisp of remnant soul, a mortal life, but with a flick of a finger, he has to endure the pain of soul stripping countless times, bumping and wandering alone.

Now, he is finally standing at the pivot of the Nine Cauldrons, standing in the peephole connecting the world of Kyushu.However, he was blocked by a reckless and arrogant young man.

He asked again: "You are so righteous, have you considered your master's whereabouts?"

Di Dongqing was startled, and a trace of unconcealable panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly clenched the sword in his hand and said, "I will protect him."

The young man's eyes are warm and pure, and there are two fires burning in the black eyes, which are the fire of life and the fire of faith that transcends things.He thought, this person must have never tasted the torture of a long time, and has not yet understood the taste of despair, so that he has such a pure look.

The truth in the world has always been so paradoxical, a short-lived creature as fragile as a mayfly, but hangs in his heart the fantasy that transcends life and death.

He finally felt tired, even the fresh face in front of him became more and more hateful, he shook his head and said: "Forget it, don't blame me for not warning you, you will definitely regret it."

"never."

After Di Dongqing finished speaking, she instinctively turned her head and cast her gaze behind her, a look of surprise soon appeared on her face.

Lu Zhengqiu frowned, his expression was painful, he seemed to be strangled by an invisible rope, Di Dongqing looked intently, and saw a thin thread on his neck, made of black mist, wriggling, slippery and cold like a snake , and the other end of the snake came from Xia Qiyuan's palm.

"You let him go—"

Di Dongqing roared and drew his sword, the hilt seemed to be extremely heavy, but he just looked at the hateful rope one more time, and there was tremendous strength in his hand.

He never intends to lose at the last moment.

Before Xia Qiyuan had time to stop, the rope in his hand was cut off by the unicorn sword, he lowered his head in surprise, watching the breath in his palm gather again: "It's amazing, a mere mortal can still use sword moves in front of me. "

"Don't underestimate ordinary people."

Di Dongqing moved forward with his sword, and the black mist immediately gathered to block him firmly. Afterwards, the hard shield scattered into many bunches of thorns, which climbed up his arms, scrambling to bite new wounds.But he ignored it, turned his wrist sideways, and handed the sword again.

He has seen Xi Rang's speed before, even if he dodges or retreats, Xi Rang will never stop obstructing him, if he wants to seize the chance of victory, he has to be faster.

His sword is fast enough.

His nine years of obsession were condensed on the sword, and he stretched out like a bamboo joint without distraction, and finally passed through the cover of many branches and leaves, facing the rising sun with the breeze on his shoulders.He condensed the sun, rain and dew into one sword, and opened a gap in the stagnant darkness.

He got it.

The sharp edge in his hand reached Xia Qiyuan's heart, and the sharp blade was like a rainbow, piercing through the remnant body.

But the winner is not him.

There was no fresh blood gushing out of Xia Qiyuan's chest. The body that had been dead for several days had already lost its vitality. Even the blood was solidified, without the slightest sense of being alive.

No matter how sharp a sword is, it cannot kill a dead person.

Di Dongqing was stunned, he watched the figure in front of him swaying, and suddenly changed suddenly, like a collapsing snowdrift, it lost its shape, scattered into a cloud of fine smoke, but regrouped like locusts , whizzing around around him, and rushed towards Lu Zhengqiu's direction.

The wind suddenly rose.

Di Dongqing was also swept away by this cloudy wind, like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, unable to resist at all.

Lu Zhengqiu was already trapped in the migratory locust's package, and five skinny knuckles stretched out from the blurred and sneaky black mist to strangle him by the throat.

This was Xia Qiyuan's desperate struggle.

The knuckles were embedded in the flesh, creating a purple scar. Lu Zhengqiu's pale lips moved slightly, and he let out a weak voice: "...you promised him that you would complete his unfinished business and save the common people from suffering."

The answer sounded deep in Lu Zhengqiu's mind: "But it took me tens of millions of years to realize that the common people in this world are not worth saving."

"You violated his morals."

"I corrected his mistake."

Lu Zhengqiu couldn't refute anymore, the tearing pain wandered through his flesh and bones, gradually stripping his consciousness, he seemed to be thrown into the air, quietly watching his weak body.

The four fields are empty, the lonely soul has no one to rely on, the most sorrow and bliss he has tasted in the world, those moments that have made his heart flutter or cut his heart like a knife, all become insignificant and insignificant.

His limbs were hanging limply by his side, only his fingertips were still tightly clenched, this was his last resistance, if this sliver of strength was removed, he would be completely swallowed by Youying's remnant soul, and he would never be able to recover.

"Whether your patience is worth it, you just have to see clearly."

Needless to say, he has seen the memories of thousands of years ago.

He seemed to be transformed into a sinful god, with a smile on his lips, raised his head slightly, and said to his former enemy, I am willing.

Three simple words turned into a thunder that shook the world, splitting the thick haze.

Then, his flesh and blood body was engulfed by a pitch-black shadow.